#((happy anarchy day!))

[ravennaortiz]

Summary: Happy takes a more practical approach to Valentines Day gifts and activities.

This is part of the 2025 Valentines Day Choose Your Own. As always 18+

You sighed as you watched the clouds pass overhead. The hot California sun shining down on you and heating up the hood of the car you were laying on. The voice of your Old Man fading into the back ground as you closed your eyes. Of all the days to be drug out into the remote desert to learn about weapons, you never thought he would do it on Valentine’s Day. But then again this was Happy Lowman we were talking about.

“You listening little girl?” rasped Happy as he chewed on his tooth pick. His eyes burning into you as he tapped the knife in his hands against his leg in mild annoyance.

“Always listening” you replied with a thumbs up as you continued to lounge back on the hood of the car.

“This is serious. You need to be focused” stated Happy as he walked to the car. “If your alone I need you to know how to use these weapons and use them safely”

“I know” you replied with a laugh. This was not the first time you had gotten this lecture.

“Then sit up and get off the hood of that car and pay attention” growled Happy irritation leaking into his voice.

“Sir, yes sir” you replied as you sat up giving him a mock salute before sliding off the hood of the car.

The two of you stood staring each other down for a couple of minutes. Finally Happy flicked his toothpick out of his mouth and nodded. With a quickness you were no expecting he grabbed you and spun you around to the hood of the car. Pushing you down with one hand as he used the other to deliver a series of sharp smacks to your ass that had your eyes smarting and pussy throbbing.

“Turn over” stated Happy as he let you go. Once you had done so Happy wasted no time yanking your shorts down your legs and tossing them behind him. Yanking his belt off and shoving his jeans down he pumped his hard cock as few times before stepping yanking your knees apart and stepping between them.

“Hap” you started before he delivered a sharp smack to your panty covered clit that had you howling.

“Quiet little girl unless your moaning” he growled before he jerked your panties from your body and yanked your legs onto his shoulders, notching his head at your entrance. With a powerful thrust he was buried deep in you, giving you no time to adjust he plowed into you with a fury that had your legs shaking and back arching in no time. Tears were pouring down your face and you were a babbling mess as he fucked you though multiple orgasms before finally pouring his release into you with a powerful thrust that had your vision tunneling.

“Ready to listen now or you need another lesson?” grunted Happy after a few minutes as he pulled out of you.

[bunnyboy-juice]

i have had such an urge to pamper a girl for a full day. like. planning an entire day just for her with activities i know she'd love starting with a special breakfast just for her. picking outfits for her to choose from, all highlighting my favorite parts of her body. showing her off in public while we go pick up toys or clothes or something she's been wanting for a while. constantly putting my hand on her hips or waist or looping my fingers with hers. the route planned perfectly with multiple stopping and resting points. sitting with her on benches, in cafes, wherever when we end up - holding her close and making sure she knows just how much i love her and how happy i am to be here with her. taking her home and helping her undress, get cozy and comfy. maybe even give her a bath. letting her relax while i grab anything she wants so she doesnt have to lift a finger. cooking her favorite dinner, feeding her her favorite desert, watching her favorite movie with her. just. all about her.

[sonicdjam]

[review-anon]

God dammit Discord

Ah shit.

Alr wtf do we do about the uh. Wasps.

(X)

*The Zingers have descended onto the pool and started to try and devour its contents, the good news is they are ignoring the boat people since they are clean*

...I don't know whenever to be relieved or horrified about the fact they're ignoring us.

HINATA TAKE THIS! *Shuichi tosses the blanket over to him*

*Hajime manages to catch it* Saihara? Why are you giving me this?

Because while we are completely safe you have butter on you and that's gonna attract them so you need to wipe it up and then toss the blanket away!

YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME THAT SOONER! *Hajime starts wiping up the butter on the boat and him as fast as possible*

Do you THINK the wasps would care about the butter? They seem to be more focused on the treacle.

Either way, I'm not risking it.

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*However others are not so lucky. Xander and Aoi for example have to deal with Zingers trying to attack them*

You know *Xander punches a Zinger away from him* The Kongs makes this look a LOT safer then it actually is!

I don't even think you're supposed to do that. *Aoi is trying to evade Zinger attacks herself*

Shit...at this rate we will never get to Discord as these Zingers are keeping us occupied!

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*While most of the swarm is focused on the pool, a few are chasing the characters out of the pool who are covered in treacle*

This is why you should have cleaned yourself off, and now you're gonna die~

Easy enough for you to say, you never been in the pool! *Teruko is using her knife to try and cut Zingers down*

W-why did you bring a knife to the pool Teruko?

Because I don't trust the Anons to NOT pull stupid shit here and I was right to do so.

*Rei tries to get her clothes off but a Zinger having tried to eat the Treacle in her hair, has stung her so she cannot run away*

REI! NO!

ENOUGH! *Sakura grabs two Zingers and slams them to the ground. She then uses her matrial art skills to tear them apart. However this pisses off the swarm who are now moving to attack her*

I will take you all on! You are hurting the others and I'm sworn to protect them all!

[nancylou444]

Bonus Canon LGBTQ+ Character of the Day

Venus Van Dam (Sons of Anarchy)

[cobrastrikes421]

Happy Valentine's day!

My ocs are sharing the love this year.

[anitaradix]

Black Friday is such a joke nowadays. “Don’t miss out on 30% off” don’t piss me the fuck off. People used to hit each other over the head for a microwave that’s how low the prices were. People literally died. We used to be a country

[ultimateperfection]

"Tch! Like there's anything to be happy about on a day like this! That man is beneath me! ... As well as that thing from space."

"I can only relate to one of those scenarios, really."

[anarchismtoday2]

Late Valentine's Day Card

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Loves!

This is the Masterlist for the 2025 February Bingo Choose your own adventure! All stories have a little fluff and a little smut! As always 18+!

Stories will post in small groups all 2/14! So make sure to come back and read the rest!

Angel

Bishop

Bottles

Chibs

Coco

Creeper

EZ

Happy

Jax

Juice

Opie

Tig

[brunettemarionette]

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 😈 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞.

💜femalemechanic!reader x sons of anarchy

🔮summary. When you first got hired at Teller-Morrow, you thought you'd just be turning wrenches and fixing bikes, but it quickly became obvious that you're the new favorite around here.

But when a customer gets too bold and puts hands on you, suddenly everyone is reminded you're untouchable when the guys step in.

🌙t.w. Sexual Harassment. Threats of Violence. Intimidation. Mild Language/Crude Remarks. Physical Confrontation

✨wc. 1.1k

This post is what inspired this little femalemechanic!reader series I'm going to do so reblogs, comments and feedback are very highly appreciated. Please feel free to send ideas my way or inbox me (even if just for anonymous feedback). Hope you all enjoy!

The sound of wrenches clinking and engines rumbling filled the air at Teller-Morrow, the familiar scent of oil and grease clinging to your skin like a second layer.

The shop had quickly become a second home to you, though you still didn't fully understand the club's inner workings. What you did understand, however, was that the Sons of Anarchy seemed to take an unusual interest in your presence.

At first, you chalked it up to them being friendly.

Jax, for instance, always seemed to be around when you needed something though, in hindsight, you never actually asked for help. "Need a hand with that, darlin'?" he'd offer, even if all you were doing was tightening a bolt. He'd lean against a nearby workbench, arms crossed, watching with an amused smirk.

It was nice that they were all so willing to help, even if it sometimes felt like you had too many supervisors at once.

Opie had a similar habit of being conveniently nearby. He never lingered as obviously as Jax, but he was always nearby. "Just grabbing this," he'd say, reaching for a tool, rag, or something completely unnecessary. He'd stick around longer than needed, watching with that unreadable expression of his.

Then there was Tig. He had no concept of personal space; that much was clear. "Damn, girl," he'd say, leaning way too close for someone who didn't need to be in your workspace. "You sure you weren't born to work on bikes? 'Cause I swear, watching you turn a wrench is the highlight of my day."

You'd roll your eyes, laughing it off. Tig was just like that with everyone.

Even Chibs and Juice had their own ways of hovering. Chibs would tease, calling you lass and finding ways to keep you engaged in conversation, while Juice, sweet but a little awkward tried to get your attention with random trivia or stupid bets with the other guys.

And then there was Happy, who'd just silently walk into your work area and take a seat, watching as you tinker, all while moving that toothpick around in his mouth before stalking off again wordlessly a while later.

It was all a little overwhelming, but you figured this was just how the Sons were—flirty, overprotective, and oddly competitive with each other. Besides, it was nice to feel included. You'd never had this kind of easy camaraderie before in this environment, and you weren't about to question it.

Gemma, on the other hand, saw right through them. She watched it all unfold with a knowing smirk, arms crossed like a mother watching her kids make fools of themselves.

Even Clay seemed amused by the way the guys found excuses to be around you. "Bunch of idiots," he muttered one afternoon, shaking his head as Jax and Juice argued over who got to hand you a wrench before Happy silently handed one to you.

Gemma chuckled. "Let 'em have their fun."

You, of course, remained blissfully unaware that you were the fun.

That all changed the day a customer got a little too comfortable.

You were at the front of the shop, wiping your hands on a rag as you explained the details of a tune-up to a man who had just brought in his car. He was middle-aged, maybe in his late forties, with a cocky smirk that immediately set off warning bells, not that you noticed.

Smiling politely, you handed him the clipboard, explaining the breakdown and keeping your tone professional. "So, with the labor and parts, you're looking at about—"

"You got a pretty face for a mechanic," He interrupted, looking you up and down.

You blinked partly in shock at his audacity and the other in surprise he was so bold in his words. "Uh, thanks?" You tried to steer the conversation back. You were used to men either hitting on you or speaking down to you. "So, if you're good with this, we can—"

"You sure you wanna be doing this?" He smirked, leaning in slightly. "Seems like a waste. A girl like you should be doing something... prettier. A pretty girl like yourself should have a guy taking care of her."

You felt your stomach twist, your grip tightening on the clipboard, trying not to yell at the customer. "I like what I do," you said, clearing your throat and trying to keep your voice even. "Now, if you're good with the estimate—"

He didn't let you finish as his hand slid to your waist, fingers pressing just enough to make your skin crawl. "Come on, sweetheart," he drawled. "maybe I could take you out sometime. Show you what it's like to be treated right. Show you how a real man—"

The hand was gone before you could react. One second, the guy was standing too close, and the next, he was stumbling backward, Jax's fist curled in his collar. The sound of the impact—fabric twisting, shoes scuffing against the concrete—was sharp, final.

Jax's voice was low, dangerous. "You touch her again, you're leavin' in a body bag."

The shop had gone silent. Tools were set down, and chairs scraped against the floor as Tig, Opie, and Juice moved in. Chibs cracked his knuckles, and Happy—who still hadn't said a word—was now staring the guy down with an intensity that made your stomach drop.

The customer, who had, up until now, been cocky and self-assured, realized too late that he had made a very big mistake. His hands shot up in surrender. "Hey, man, it was just a—"

"Get the hell out," Jax snapped, taking a step closer. "Now."

The man didn't hesitate. He turned and practically ran out of the shop, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process, leaving his car behind without a second thought. The moment he was gone, the tension snapped like a rubber band.

It took you a second to realize you were still holding the clipboard in a death grip. You exhaled, forcing yourself to loosen your fingers. Opie was suddenly in front of you; his usual stoic expression softened. "You okay?"

You blinked at him, still processing what just happened. "Uh, yeah. I mean... that was a little intense."

Tig grinned, but there was still something dangerous in his expression. "Welcome to the family, sweetheart. No one touches what's ours."

You frowned at that. "Ours?"

Jax smirked, running a hand through his hair like he hadn't just threatened a man's life. "Don't think too hard about it, darlin'."

You did think about it. For about two seconds. And then you shrugged, figuring it was just their way of saying they had your back, but one thing was clear—this wasn't just a job anymore. These guys weren't just co-workers. They were family, and they had just made one thing very clear.

You are untouchable.

[fanficimagery]

The Nanny

When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.

Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.

Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.

It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.

Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.

Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.

You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.

This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.

"What's up, Teller?"

He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"

You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"

Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"

You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"

"Yum."

Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."

"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.

"Almost anything."

Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."

"Alright."

. .

. .

When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.

Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.

"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.

"I think so."

"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before… "It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"

Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."

When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."

Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.

"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.

"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."

Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."

"I appreciate that."

"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"

"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."

You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."

"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."

"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."

But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.

After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.

You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."

Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.

Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.

On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.

You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.

As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"

"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."

Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."

"Well I don't know about that…"

He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."

"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"

"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."

"And what the little man wants, he gets?"

"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."

"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."

"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."

. .

. .

It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.

Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.

Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.

It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.

"A little after ten."

"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."

"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."

"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.

Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."

"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.

Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."

As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.

When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.

What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.

However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you… you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.

The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.

You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.

"Fuck."

"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"

"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."

Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"

Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.

Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."

"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck happened?"

You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."

"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"

His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."

"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."

Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"

"Not really. He's just moping around."

"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."

Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."

"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."

"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."

Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."

"Will do. See you soon."

As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.

With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.

You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.

"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.

Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."

"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have to…" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"

Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."

"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."

"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."

"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."

"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.

Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.

Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him… and oh. You fuckin' melt.

Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.

"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.

As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.

Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.

"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"

"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."

"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."

"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."

As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"

"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."

Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.

But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.

You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.

It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."

. .

. .

The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.

The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.

As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."

"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.

Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.

The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."

As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.

The note read, [A son for a son.]

On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.

When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.

Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.

The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.

Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."

"Find them. Now."

. .

. .

Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.

It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.

The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"

Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't… I didn't let them touch him."

"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."

"Tryin'…" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."

. .

. .

Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.

Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.

When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.

The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."

Both brothers' jaws clench.

"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.

"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."

"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.

"Yes."

Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."

Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."

Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.

Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."

Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."

"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."

When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.

You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.

When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.

But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.

"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."

"Limping away?"

You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."

Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.

Then after two and a half days, you're released.

You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.

Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.

The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.

"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."

"Well yeah. You were shot."

"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."

"Then what are you doing here?"

You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."

"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.

"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."

As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.

You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.

You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.

You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.

"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."

"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."

You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.

Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.

In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.

"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.

You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."

"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."

"Cunt."

Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."

Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."

"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"

"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."

"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."

"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."

"I ain't telling you shit."

"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"

He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"

BANG!

The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once… going twice…" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.

And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.

As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.

"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."

"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."

No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."

The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."

Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.

The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the way…" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."

"And w-what's that?"

You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."

His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.

As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.

"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"

Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"

"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."

"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."

"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."

"Let me see."

Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."

"What? But-"

"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.

"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."

As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.

"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"

"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."

"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."

[polyshipweek]

Polyship Week 2024 - Daily Prompts

[ID: Poster for Polyship Week 24, taking place 17–23 November, listing the prompts for each day. /end ID]

The prompts for #PolyshipWeek24 are here! As with last year, the final prompt of each day links to an image — feel free to use the phrase or the image itself for inspiration, and please credit the original creator if you remix their work.

Day One

Team as Polycule

"Is that my hoodie?"

Breakups

Group Hug (smolmoss)

Day Two

"Blorbo Has Two Hands"

Gift-Giving

Thunderstorms

Stair Cuddles (adorkastock)

Day Three

Queerplatonic Partners

Beach

Reverse Tropes

Through the Years (shutterstock)

Day Four

Aro/Ace & Polyam

Promises

Time Travel

Let's Dance (shutterstock)

Day Five

Relationship Anarchy

"You're burning up!"

Arranged Marriage

Only One Bed (House promo image)

Day Six

Queer Disabled Polyam

Parties

Kink Discovery

Tight Squeeze (Sailor Moon, gif by xbuster)

Day Seven

Free Day! Happy Polyamory Day!

Event Guidelines

Works featuring polyamorous characters and relationships of all kind are welcome — any characters, ships, fandoms, and OCs too!

Queerplatonic relationships, as well as asexual and/or aromantic characters are explicitly welcome on ANY day!

Works may be in any medium — fic, art, gifsets, podfic, vids, and more!

Participate in as few or as many days as you like. Choose your favorite prompt each day or mash them up — whatever sparks your imagination!

Please tag us @PolyshipWeek or use the hashtag #PolyshipWeek24 so we can reblog your creations!

Need even more inspo? You can view the entire list of suggested prompts here.

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[trueccfiend]

songs, albums, and artists mentioned by eric and dylan

Eric

KMFDM

- “KMFDM is a favorite of mine” he said in his 25 things essay.

- He writes the song title "Kein Mitlied"

- He writes the lyrics to the songs "Son of a Gun", “Waste" and "Stray Bullet”

- Eric quoted Anarchy in Nate Dykeman's yearbook

- He also quoted Dogma in Dylan's yearbook

- Eric wore a black KMFDM shirt for their 1997 album and tour “Symbols”.

A crazy coincidence, the album “Adios” was released on April 20, 1999, the same day as the Columbine massacre. Adios, meaning “goodbye”, is eerily reminiscent of how 15 people died, including the two shooters, who were fans of the band.

RAMMSTEIN

- Like with KMFDM there is evidence Eric translated lyrics to the following Rammstein songs: Du Hast Du Riechst So Gut, Engle, Guilty, Herzleid, Kokain, Heirate Mich, Buck Dich, Tier, Bestrafe Mich, Klavier, Wilder Wein, Weises Fleisch.

- Eric also had a Rammstein sticker in the rear window of his car and had a Rammstein T-Shirt on in his Junior year school picture

OTHER

- Eric referred to the Nine Inch Nails song “Closer” in his journal during a rant about wanting violent sex with a woman, and that it was the "perfect song for me" in November 1998.

- Eric writes in 'You know what I love' rant that he loved The Prodigy

- Eric left the "Fly CD" to Susan in his will during one of the Basement Tapes (Fly - Bombthreat Before She Blows)

- There was a sketch found in one of Eric Harris's notebooks that referenced “Ich Bin Ein Auslander” by Pop Will Eat Itself

Dylan.

CHEMICAL BROTHERS

- Dylan writes "Chemical Brothers" in his journal. He references "Loops of Fury", a Chemical Brothers EP

- Lyrics to the song "Guilty by Gravity Kills" are printed in his journal.

- Dylan writes "Life is sweet Daft Punk Mix" - Daft Punk remix of Chemical Brothers - Life Is Sweet

- Dylan writes “Chicos Groove – The Chemical Brothers” in his journal.

- Dylan wore a red Chemical Brothers shirt with a rainbow across the chest for their song “Setting Sun.” He also wore a grey Chemical Brothers shirt for their album “Dig Your Own Hole”.

NINE INCH NAILS

- Dylan writes ‘NIN’ Nine Inch Nails at the bottom of his journal

- He mentions "Downward Spiral", the NIN album, and often draws spirals in his journal and in his school planner

- He mentions the song Hurt

- Dylan is seen wearing a grey NIN shirt for their album “The Downward Spiral” towards the end of the “Eric at Columbine” home video.

- Dylan also references other NIN songs such as "Now I'm Nothing", “Happiness in Slavery”, “Something I can never have", and “Piggy".

OTHER

- In his planner, Dylan writes “I’m not a trendy asshole don’t give a fuck if its good enuf for you”. These are lyrics from The Offspring song “Smash”

- Dylan quoted the lyrics from “Beautiful” by the Smashing Pumpkins. He also owned their album “Siamese Dream.” (Fun Fact: Eric disliked the Smashing Pumpkin, and jokingly referred to them as the “Ghashing Bumpkins”).

- "Rammstein" is mentioned in Dylans journal. One of the boys purchased "Stripped" CD.

- Dylan writes "KMFDM - Brute" in his journal. He also wore a KMFDM shirt for their album XTORT in his “interview.”

- White Zombie - Black Sunshine: Dylan writes that this song should be played over the "hate" section of his website.

- They Might Be Giants - Particle Man: Dylan wrote for it to be played over the "hacking" section of his webpage

- Alice In Chains - I Stay Away: Dylan wrote that this was to be played over the "other cool mus." section of his webpage.

- 2Pac - Hit 'Em Up - the lyrics are written (incorrectly) in Dylan's school planner.

THE MARILYN MANSON DEBATE

Did Eric and Dylan actually listen to Marilyn Manson? Friends of the two boys have denied that they were fans of his. And while there is no actual evidence to suggest that they did listen to his music, Dylan did have a poster of him in his room.

“Mrs. Klebold indicated that Dylan had a poster of Marilyn Manson and that she asked him about it, and in particular asked him what it meant. Dylan had told her that it didn't mean anything and that he didn't really listen to lyrics of Marilyn Manson music, however, did listen to the music.” (Columbine; Jeff Kass).

Additionally, Eric apparently did sometimes listen to Manson, given that he had written M.M- initials in his journal.

This behaviour seems kind of odd for people who “weren’t fans” of at least SOME of Marilyn Mansons music, but I digress.

[bellaxgiornata]

Not Like Before Chapter Two

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader Word Count: 4.3k [Series Masterlist] [Jax Fic Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; nurse!Reader, canon-divergence (no Abel or Thomas), fluff, angst, friends to lovers, eventual smut, girl dad Jax

a/n: Finally chapter two for all of y'all and I think you're going to like it. Dividers by the lovely @secretlysamcro.

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With one arm hugging your clipboard to your chest and your other hand carrying a hospital-issued thirty-two ounce straw cup filled with ice water, you headed down one of the many halls in St. Thomas. You politely greeted another nurse as you passed her, though you couldn't quite recall her name. You'd only been working here for a month now, having moved out to Charming from the Fresno area just a few weeks ago because your previous hospital had unexpectedly downsized. You’d been desperate for a job and St. Thomas had been the first place to hire you nearly on the spot.

Continuing down the hallway, you hoped that no one would notice the chocolate pudding cup you'd snagged from the cafeteria, the one you were currently hiding behind your clipboard. It was meant for the last patient on your rounds for the night, an older gentleman who you'd quickly learned was a member of the local motorcycle club. Since you were new and the staff apparently disliked the Sons of Anarchy–whoever they were–you'd been the one tasked with the man's care each time you'd been here for the past two days. Not that you minded, of course. He really wasn't remotely as intimidating as everyone made him appear–which was why you were sneaking him pudding cups. 

Finally approaching room 227, you reached out and attempted to knock on the door while simultaneously trying not to spill any water from the cup in your hand. You heard Mr. Telford's distinct, thick Scottish accent greeting you in return as he called out from behind it. Struggling to grab onto the handle one-handed while holding the cup, you eventually managed to use your fingertips to push down hard enough to unlatch the door before nudging it the rest of the way with your foot. As it swung open into the room, you found Mr. Telford laying in his bed with the television quietly playing.

“Ya need some help there, lass?” he called over, one dark brow raising in amusement as he eyed you. “Seems ya got your hands full. Y’know, ya coulda left that useless jug o’ water behind.”

Laughing softly as you stepped into the room, you paused long enough to kick the door shut after yourself. Then you proceeded to make your way over to his bedside, holding out the large cup of ice water to him. 

“You know the deal, Mr. Telford,” you reminded him. 

He eyed you skeptically in return before unwillingly leaning forward and taking the cup from your hand. With a triumphant smile, you reached behind your clipboard and grabbed the pudding cup you'd been hiding before holding it up for him to see. His eyes lit up just before his hand darted out for it, but you abruptly pulled it away and shot him a stern look.

“Ah ah, not so fast. You need to drink at least eight ounces of that cup first,” you ordered, gesturing your head at the water you'd brought. “That was our deal. You're severely dehydrated, Mr. Telford. Don't think you want us to keep pushing fluids in an IV on you for your entire stay, do you?”

He scoffed dramatically as his hand fell back to his side on the bed. You already knew he hated being hooked up to the bag and needing to bring it with him everytime he took a piss. He'd spent your entire shift yesterday telling you all about it.

“C'mon, sweetheart,” he complained. “D'ya really need to deprive me of the one bit of happiness I got in here? Just gimme the pudding.” 

“You're being discharged in a few more days, Mr. Telford,” you replied, the firm expression remaining. “I don't think depriving you of an extra pudding cup is going to do much damage to your mental health.”

“Aye,” he muttered, reluctantly raising the straw to his lips. “Ya don't play fair.”

Mr. Telford reluctantly began to drink his water and your attention shifted to the main reason you were here. Beginning your routine checkup, you started with taking his temperature and his blood pressure. While you worked, you caught the way his eyes kept returning to the little dessert you'd stolen from the cafeteria on your way here. You’d set it on the bedside tray just out of his reach. 

After a few minutes of your usual routine, doling out some medication for the pain in his leg from the injury he'd sustained in his motorcycle accident, you focused back on the cup of water in his hands. He was frowning as he drank the liquid down through the straw, the sight causing your lips to twitch as you fought back a smile. But you were happy to see that he'd managed to guzzle down ten ounces while you'd been busy, making it worth your effort to have stolen him some extra sugar just to get him to drink his water. 

Sliding the straw out of his mouth, he looked expectantly up at you from his place on the bed. “Ya done torturing me now?” he asked. “Cause I feel like you're just tryin’ to make me piss myself, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the overdramatics. “God forbid you drink the liquid our bodies actually need to survive,” you teased.

Leaning over, you grabbed the bedside table with the pudding cup and spoon sitting atop it and wheeled it closer to his bed. He was quick to set the water down on it, grinning as he snatched the pudding cup before tearing off the lid. How anyone here was afraid to handle him as their patient out of fear was beyond you. 

“We've got shift change now,” you told him, picking up your clipboard from the nearby counter and hugging it to your chest. “So you'll be seeing Sarah again tonight. I'm off in a few minutes.”

Mr. Telford groaned, lowering his pudding cup to his lap as he swallowed down a spoonful of the dessert. “Oh c'mon, sweetheart. Ya really gonna just leave me with her like that?”

“Sarah isn't so bad,” you told him. “She's just–”

“Got a stick up her arse,” he finished.

Biting your lip, you shook your head as you tried not to laugh. Sarah certainly was incredibly anal about the rules and tended to walk around as if she did have a stick up her ass, but you couldn't technically stand here and openly agree with a rude comment directed at your co-worker.

“I was going to say serious,” you corrected. 

“Can't ya stay a bit longer?” he begged, the pudding cup temporarily forgotten in his lap. “You’re my favorite nurse. No one else has a sense of goddamn humor in this hospital. And I know I'm your favorite patient.”

He wasn’t wrong. In the few weeks you’d been working at this small hospital in Charming, he’d certainly been the most entertaining patient you’d had come in to stay. Even if he openly flirted with you and used vulgar language, you enjoyed your little chats with him. And the bribes to get him to stay hydrated.

“Unfortunately, Mr. Telford, it doesn't work like that,” you informed him. “My shift is ending and I need to get my daughter from the daycare downstairs and get home. I promised her a Disney princess night, and I can assure you that hell hath no fury like a four year old girl when you break a promise. But you'll see me again in the morning.”

Turning away from the bed, you made your way over to the door of his hospital room. The daycare on the main floor was closing in approximately ten minutes, meaning you'd need to pick up Emilia before then. You’d been running late a week ago because of some lab results you’d been waiting on for a patient, and the fear of them removing her from the program because you couldn’t regularly be on time always lingered at the forefront of your mind. It was far too convenient and budget-saving to have free childcare right at your own workplace, and you had zero intention of ruining that.

“Got a daughter, do ya?” Mr. Telford asked curiously, scooping another spoonful of pudding up from the cup. “Suppose that makes sense. ‘Course a pretty girl like you’d be taken.”

Stopping just in front of the door, your brows furrowed at his comment. You turned partially towards him again, head tilting curiously to the side. “Taken?” you questioned.

He slid the spoon out of his mouth before gesturing it across the room at you. “Aye. Imagine ya got a husband to go with that daughter of yours. Figures a pretty girl like you wouldn’t be single, sweetheart. No wonder you’re immune to my charms.”

A smile spread over your lips at his comment, a faint laugh slipping out of you in response. You shook your head as you turned around more fully to face him, both of your arms still hugging your clipboard to your chest.

“There’s no husband, Mr. Telford,” you told him. “Just me and my girl. Being a single mom is what keeps me immune to anyone’s charm.”

Across the room, he swallowed down another spoonful of chocolate pudding as a look of surprise washed over his features. “Single mother, eh?” he questioned. “Ya got a deadbeat father ya want me to kick the ass of for ya?”

The smile on your lips faded a little at the question before you shook your head again. “No,” you answered. “He’s just…not around. But I appreciate the offer, Mr. Telford.”

His hand not holding the pudding cup rose up from the bed as he waved it dismissively in the air at you. “Stop with the mister bullshit, sweetheart,” he replied. “Told ya to call me Chibs. That’s what everyone else calls me. That formal shit ain’t for me.”

Nodding at his request, you turned back around towards the hospital room door. You opened it only to be met with the sound of a rowdy group coming from around the corner of a nearby hallway. Probably visitors for Chibs considering the only people who made this much noise in the hospital, from your few weeks experience here, were the Sons.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Chibs,” you said, emphasizing the name as you glanced over your shoulder at him. “Sounds like you’ve got some visitors incoming. But make sure you drink that water while I'm gone. I’ll know if you don’t.”

“Aye, yes ma'am,” he called out behind you.

Grinning, you shut the door behind yourself as you stepped out into the hallway again. At the sound of a booming laugh and a hearty ‘shut the hell up, man,’ you glanced over your shoulder. You caught the back of one of the leather kuttes and a blonde head of hair walking backwards around the corner. You didn’t have time to give a second thought to the transport bed they’d hijacked before you turned, making your way down the opposite end of the hall and towards the locker rooms. You needed to change out of your scrubs quickly before picking up Emilia at the hospital daycare. 

Though as you made your way down the hallway, the loud group still behind you, you couldn't shake that odd feeling in the back of your mind at the sight of that kutte. You’d very briefly known a man who’d worn something like that–Emilia’s father.

Jax grinned as he turned the corner, laughing at Tig pushing a hungover Bobby along the corridor on a transport bed. They'd gotten a few dirty looks as they made their way around the hospital on their way to visit Chibs, but none of the staff ever had the balls to kick them out or tell them off. Usually they settled for sending them disapproving glares which never accomplished anything.

As his focus shifted in front of himself, looking for Chibs' room, his attention caught onto the back of a nurse in teal scrubs making her way down the hall. His laughter gradually subsided at the sight of her, his heart pounding a bit harder like it had done a few nights ago when he'd thought he'd seen you at the clubhouse party. 

But he knew it wasn't you. You were just on his mind again, that's all. 

Jax and the guys reached Chibs’ room and he let all thoughts of you fade away as he pushed the door open. His eyes immediately caught the half-finished pudding cup in Chibs’ hands as he stepped inside, making a face at his Sergeant at Arms. Jax gestured a hand at the pudding cup as he sauntered further into the room. 

“Enjoyin’ your dessert, brother?” he teased.

“Ya don't know the tortures I had to endure just to get it, Jackie boy,” he replied, grinning at the sight of the Sons making their usual dramatic appearance. “The pretty nurse bribes me to drink water for anythin’ good to eat in this place.”

“The horror,” Jax shot back sarcastically, crossing the room and hopping up onto a nearby counter. “Least you get something pretty to look at. I'm over here stuck with these jackasses all day.”

Jax jutted his chin across the room and Chibs’ gaze followed. Tig and Juice were attempting to find a way to push the hospital bed with Bobby on it into the room, but the two dumbasses couldn't seem to work together just to fit it through the door. Meanwhile, Bobby was groaning at the noise and looking worse for wear.

“Aye, true,” Chibs relented. “Still, I'd rather be outta this place.”

“Don't blame you, man,” Jax agreed, settling onto the counter more comfortably as he ignored the other guys still struggling at the door. “How's the leg doin’?”

Chibs glanced down at his leg, shifting it along the hospital bed. The corner of his lips twitched before he shrugged a shoulder.

“‘S'not so bad,” he answered. “Supposed to stay off the bike for a couple o’ weeks.” He looked back over at Jax, a grin on his face as he scooped up another spoonful of pudding. “Not gonna fuckin’ follow those orders, though. Should be fine in a few days.”

Jax nodded as he looked back over at the guys. Tig and Juice were arguing over how to turn the bed to fit it through the door now as a few nurses passed by in the hall. They openly scowled at the men before they hurried on further down the hallway. Jax huffed in amusement, shaking his head at the idiots. But then his mind shifted back to the nurse he'd seen walking down the hall a minute ago, the one who’d clearly just left this room. His jaw tightened as that odd feeling twisted at his insides.

Why the fuck were you on his mind so much this week? 

“Ya seem troubled, Jackie,” Chibs pointed out, his words muffled around his mouthful of pudding. 

Snapping out of his thoughts, he focused back on Chibs laying in his hospital bed. Jax's foot started to anxiously shake as he watched him set the empty cup of pudding onto the bedside table. He’d opened up to Opie about you the other night, but there was no way in hell he’d tell any of the other guys. He’d sound like the biggest, softest fucking bastard for thinking about some hookup from five years ago, continually thinking he kept seeing her places lately.

“I'm good, man,” he assured him. “It's nothin’ important. Nothin’ to do with the club.”

A slow grin gradually spread across Chibs' face at Jax’s quick dismissal. The corners of Jax’s lips curved downwards at the sight, already getting a feeling he wasn't going to like where this was going.

“Girl trouble, Jackie?” he teased. “That what got ya lookin’ like that? Shit, I really have missed a lot sittin’ ‘round in here the last few days.”

“I am not havin’ girl trouble,” he sharply countered, eyes narrowing. “Just got some personal bullshit on my mind, alright? Don't worry about it.”

“If ya say so,” Chibs replied, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Don't believe ya, though. Got that look about ya.”

“Don't have any look about me, Chibs,” he shot back. Eyes flying across the room, he felt his patience thinning as he watched Tig and Juice still bickering. “Would you two morons shut the fuck up already? Just help him outta the goddamn bed and into a chair. Christ.”

His sharp comment cut through the noise in the hospital room, causing both Tig and Juice to finally quiet as they looked over at him. From his place on the transport bed, Bobby chuckled.

“Someone's got their panties in a twist,” he teasingly muttered out.

“Can we paint my nails?”

Slipping past the automatic hospital doors, you stepped outside into the parking lot. Emilia’s small hand was wrapped around yours as you led her through the lot towards your car. The purple princess dress she’d picked out for the day gently swished around her small legs with each step. 

“Yes, we can paint your nails,” you assured her. “I did promise you a princess night.”

“With mac and cheese and mangoes?” she questioned, tilting her head to look up at you.

Laughing lightly as you paused in the parking lot, making sure no cars were coming before you crossed to the next row of cars, you nodded your head. Your daughter’s two favorite foods–mac and cheese and mangoes. You supposed there were weirder combinations she could have developed a taste for, though.

“Yes, bunny,” you replied. “With mac and cheese and mangoes.”

“Can I have the black, sparkly nail polish?” she asked, excitement creeping into her voice. “Please?”

“If that’s what you want,” you answered. “Then yes, we can do the black, sparkly polish tonight. And whatever Disney movie you want to watch before bed.”

As you continued guiding her down the row of cars, you caught sight of a handful of motorcycles parked a few spaces away from your own car. Emilia’s delighted squeal as she tugged on your hand told you that she’d spotted them at the same moment you did. The excited noise she’d emitted had caught the attention of an older, dark-haired woman who was currently talking to an older balding gentleman standing beside the few parked bikes, both of them now looking over at you and your daughter. Trying to ignore their sudden attention as you stopped beside your SUV, you began to unlock the car as your daughter’s wide eyes remained glued to the few black bikes.

“Mama, look!” Em shouted, releasing your hand to point over at the motorcycles. “Harleys!”

“Yes, bunny,” you agreed, opening the car door. Not wanting to draw the wrong attention because you assumed those bikes belonged to that local motorcycle club, you tried to shift her focus. “Let’s get in the car so we can head home and get started on dinner, yeah?”

Completely ignoring you, Em stepped around your leg and looked at the woman and the man still standing beside the bikes watching the pair of you. Her small head tilted to the side in curiosity, and you knew what was coming before she’d even opened her mouth. Desperately, you wished you could just scoop her in your arms and stick her in the car seat before she could address them. But being four, she was much too big for you to do that now, and it would have only resulted in a massive meltdown.

“Are those yours?” she called out.

Almost instantly you shot your daughter a firm look of warning–one she ignored. How many damn times had you talked to her about speaking to strangers? Yet it never seemed to stick with her. And as much as you didn’t mind treating a member of the club at your place of work, it was an entirely different matter for your daughter to be addressing those possibly affiliated with it. You didn’t know these people at all, you had no idea what they did or how dangerous they might be.

“Em,” you hissed quietly. “In the car.” 

“They’re my son and his friends’ bikes,” the older woman called over. “Why? You into motorcycles, sweetie?”

The surprising kindness in her voice caused you to glance back at the older woman, noticing the way she’d taken a few steps in your direction with her attention fixed on your daughter. The older man she had been talking to followed quietly behind her in the lot, sending you and your daughter a friendly smile that didn’t marginally ease your tension. 

“I love motorcycles,” your daughter answered, happily twirling her dress from side to side. 

She also loved attention. 

“Do you now?” the older woman asked, a curious look flashing in her eyes. “Don't often see girls your age interested in them.”

“Harleys are my favorite,” she told her. “I named my doggy Harley.”

The older woman’s brow gradually raised onto her forehead, a smile creeping onto her face. “Is that right?” she asked slowly. “Not everyday you meet a little girl dressed like a princess who can spot a Harley, either.”

Gradually, the woman’s eyes shifted from your daughter over to you, scanning your face closely. You reached a hand out, protectively resting it against Emilia’s shoulder before pulling her closer to your side. But Emilia was looking far too pleased with herself to have caught the tension radiating off of you, though the dark-haired woman noticed it.

“Haven’t seen you around Charming before,” she pointed out, twirling the pair of sunglasses in her hand. “You new here?”

“Yes,” you answered, uncertain what to make of the question. It seemed innocent enough. “Just moved here a month ago.”

“You work here?” she questioned next, tilting her head back towards the hospital. 

“Mama is a nurse,” Em piped up, smiling wide at the woman. “She helps people feel better.”

The woman hummed thoughtfully in response to your daughter’s words, eyeing you closely like she was sizing you up. The long pause made you uncomfortable, as if she was debating on whether you were a threat or not. That probing stare of hers had your hand tightening on Em’s shoulder until she finally took a step back, slipping the sunglasses onto her face.

“Welcome to Charming then, sweetheart,” she said before gesturing a hand at Emilia beside you. “If your daughter likes bikes that much, you should bring her to our auto shop. Teller-Morrow Automotive. I’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind letting her look at their Harleys for a bit.”

The woman turned and began to make her way towards the hospital without another backwards glance in your direction. The man who’d been with her offered you both a quiet and friendly ‘have a nice day’ before he followed after her.

Emilia descended on you once the pair were across the lot, her mind finally processing what the woman had just suggested. She soon began jumping up and down with wide eyes, making it even more difficult for you to wrangle her into the backseat of your car and into her car seat. Because she’d heard that woman invite her to a garage to look at motorcycles–both things which just happened to be her odd areas of interest.

“Can we go, mama?” she asked, bouncing up and down in the car seat. “Please, please, please?”

She kept squirming and making it near impossible to buckle her into the seat as you silently cursed that woman for mentioning the auto shop. Your daughter loved when you needed to take the car in for an oil change because she always talked the poor mechanic’s ear off with her questions. Where her love of cars and motorcycles came from was an absolute mystery to you, but you were aware that the garage the woman had just mentioned was indeed related to that local MC. And you were not about to roll up to it with your four year old like it was some children’s museum.

“I don’t know, bunny,” you replied, finally getting her into the seat. “Let’s just get home for princess night, yeah? We’ve got sparkly black nail polish calling your name.”

And thankfully, that worked to distract her for now.

“Can I paint Harley’s nails?” she asked, kicking her legs back and forth in her seat as you finally began to buckle her in. “He might like yellow polish.”

Sighing, you shook your head at your daughter. You were grateful that this evening's events would take her mind off of motorcycles and that garage, at least.

“No, bunny,” you told her for the hundredth time. “You know we don’t paint the dog’s nails.”

She pouted back at you when you'd finally managed to buckle her into her car seat, but you were used to that technique of hers. You ignored the look and shut the door before stepping over to the driver’s side, climbing in and putting on your own seatbelt. As you started up your car, you glanced out of the window at the couple of motorcycles sitting parked nearby. Briefly, that kutte you’d seen earlier in the hospital hallway flashed through your mind just before the sound of his voice ran through it next. 

But then you quickly shook off the thought, focused on reversing the car and getting home. You had mac and cheese to make and mangoes to cut up for your daughter’s favorite meal. You highly doubted it was his motorcycle club anyway. The odds of that were incredibly slim to none.

[atalana]

also as a further addendum to my bill made a huge mistake underestimating stan post - i was recently listening to the commentary for sock opera

and like everyone and their mother can draw the parallels between ford/dipper and stan/mabel, it's one of the major themes of the show

bill gets the first half of the equation just fine - he thinks dipper can be manipulated in exactly the same way as ford, and while dipper will grow past that by the end of the show, in this episode, he's right. the best ways to get dipper to do what he wants, are to tempt him with all the secrets of the universe, and to remind him that he doesn't owe mabel anything, when mabel's done nothing but hold him back and cause trouble for him. it's probably exactly how he talked about stan to ford back in the day, who was still nursing those grudges and wanted to be the one to discover things no one else had

but the fun thing alex hirsch mentions in the commentary for that episode, is that bill doesn't see mabel as a parallel to stan (bc lbr he barely even recognises stan as a person). he sees mabel as a parallel to himself. yeah dipper and mabel are a good team together, but ultimately when it comes down to it, mabel is a powerful creature of chaos who would choose her own happiness over anyone who relied on her. (alex hirsch at this point jumps into bill's voice to say "how about instead of doing something lame, you do something fun, and crush whoever you want in the process!", and that bill genuinely thinks that is going to work, because it would work on him)

he doesn't expect mabel to destroy all her hard work and crush her own dreams just to help dipper. when he says "who would sacrifice everything they worked for just for their dumb sibling?", he's speaking from experience. he wouldn't. ford didn't. given the type of people bill considers worth talking to, i doubt he's ever come across that type of loyalty before

but the audience has, plenty of times, and will see it even harder by not what he seems. because while mabel does have some of the anarchy and selfishness bill sees in her, that kind of loyalty is a huge part of what she shares with stan

and like in a lot of the commentaries the writers say they weren't sure at first if bill would be the big bad, or how exactly the ending would come together, but in retrospect it never could have been anyone else, and there never could have been anyone but stan to defeat him

because so much of this show is about the relationships between family (including found family), what you would or wouldn't give up for them, but then how much better your life is when you value those relationships over temporary personal gain

so of course the main villain is someone so incapable of understanding that that he is utterly blindsided by the person who embodies it the most