#Tired or smarmy there's no in-between lol

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[luveline]

What if… hear me out- You wrote idc who it’s about but they kiss the reader and the reader wipes off the kiss to see their reaction???

i chose Sirius! i hope this was a request lol ly

It's a shame Sirius is being so sweet today, because you're about to break his heart.

Not permanently or anything, but you're planning on recreating a prank you'd seen on your phone wherein one partner wipes their lips after a kiss. Sirius (bless his heart) is a sensitive soul — he's easily offended. Always the last to break a cuddle and the first to lean in for a kiss, you can imagine his reaction already.

"You smell really good," he dotes. He hasn't stopped since he came home, practically lying on top of you where you lounge on the settee.

"Mm," you hum, hand rising to brush through his nice curls. "Thanks, handsome… It's the one you got me for my birthday."

"I have good taste."

You smile, tired and limp with his company and his weight. He grounds you like nobody else can, even when you're doing nothing. You'd spend a thousand nights exactly like this if you could.

His nose bumps against your throat. "Am I crushing you?" he asks.

"Definitely." You work your arm around him so he can't attempt an escape, and backtrack when he starts to get up anyway. "No, no, Siri, don't."

You're laughing as you tug at him. He's too strong, laughing himself as he climbs up off of you and gives your thigh an apologetic squeeze. "We need dinner, chick."

"Do we?"

He leans down over you, looking a picture of lovesickness. "We do." He kisses you. "You do. What do you want?"

You wait until he's standing in the doorway to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

His jaw drops.

"What do you wanna make?" you ask nonchalantly. "Let's just have whatever's easiest."

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"Don't mess with me," he demands.

"Sirius," you say gently, "baby, what?"

He traipses back to you. He looks really pretty like this after work, hair half up in a ponytail and wearing his comfy clothes. He slots himself by your hip and takes your hands into his, a formidable look on his handsome features.

"I'm so offended I can't find the words," he says. You're relieved to hear an insincerity in his voice, his lips pulled into a smile that spells poorly contained humour. "I kissed you and you wiped your mouth."

You bite your lip to stop from smiling. "It was a wet one."

"It was a wet one," he repeats.

You try desperately to keep your expression in check. "Yep."

Sirius turns his face to the side, tongue poking his cheek. You can feel the cogs turning in his head, a mischievous plan come to form. "I'll show you," he promises.

Before you know it your arms have been pulled over your head and Sirius is bearing down on you, lips slick with spit.

"What are you doing?" You squeal, squirming in his vice-like grip, head pressed backward urgently. It's pointless, he's already kissed you, and your escape isn't an escape at all. Like a puppy, Sirius kisses wet half moons over the curve of your neck, his victorious laughter hot on your skin.

He loosens his grip on your wrists because he's not ever mean like that and you pull him away by the hair because you are.

"You're disgusting," you say, words warped with fondness.

"Don't ever wipe off one of my kisses ever again," he says.

You thread your fingers more kindly into his hair to scratch at his scalp, pouting. "It was just a joke."

"It was super funny."

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," you say factually.

Sirius ignores you for the most part, lowering his lips to your throat again. His kisses are better this time around, less wet and more scraping. You gasp as his teeth dig in and he pulls your skin between his lips, sucking a teeny hickey. It probably won't even bruise, it's the surprise that has you shuddering.

"Liked that, did you?" he asks, one part genuine and two parts smarmy.

"Let's order a takeaway.”

He nips at the sensitive skin under your ear and then pulls back. "Let's," he agrees emphatically. “How many do you reckon I can get in before it gets here?”

“How many what?”

“Kisses,” he says, like it’s obvious.

You feel heat in your chest like hands held over an open fire. “Ring the Three Dragons and let’s find out.”

You’ve never seen him get a phone in his hand so fast.

[madswritingvoid]

Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Max Phillips x f!reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ SEE YA MINORS, smut but like soft smut, oral sex (m), masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming, blood, vampire stuff, Max Phillips is a warning lol

A/N: Yes I 100% think Max would want his name in your phone to be Vamp Daddy and no I will not be taking questions about it at this time. BUT here’s another smut piece about my vampire husband, because I love him.

(Tagging @jettia because apparently she likes pain and wanted to read this if I ended up posting it)

Max Phillips is annoying. Not a joke, or an exaggeration, just a fact. He’s smarmy, sleazy, sneaky, manipulative, seductive, exhausting, and all yours. As much as his “management style” (re: turning everyone into vampires), may seem unethical or out-of-the-box, he really knew how to turn a company around. Surprisingly, when he isn’t being a total frat boy asshole, he’s also a pretty awesome boyfriend. 

Yeah, sometimes you gotta remind him that no Max that isn’t funny or say that again and it’s a stake to the heart and the dick, but overall you know you love him and he loves you. He’d kill for you, literally. So when you hadn’t received your morning “show me your boobs, babe” wake-up text, you knew something was up.

With his cocky attitude and air of self-assurance, you’ve never seen anything really make Max sweat. Not until two nights ago when he said his bosses, the big bag vamps, were coming down for a branch visit today. You glance over at your phone to check the time and saw it was almost lunchtime for you both and decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: I know yours came in today but how’s my big bad vamp doing? xxx

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️:   :(((((((((((((

You: Is someone in the need for......

Vamp Daddy🧛🏻‍♂️: yes

You: an afternoon delight?

You: You could have let me finish, but okay.

Grateful you were working from home today, you sent off a final email and decided to take a half day, knowing Max would really need some help to relax. 

You slinked off to your bedroom and changed out of your work-appropriate but very casual matching sweat set to slip into one of Max’s favourite sundresses you have- a deep cranberry with black lace around the bottom and on the chest highlighting your boobs, Max’s favourite, and the length hitting just above your knees made it “easy access” in his words. You keep your natural Zoom meeting makeup on and opt for a quick swipe of your favourite deep red lipstick to match the dress, ready to make Max’s afternoon.

Walking into the familiar office building you can immediately feel the energy is off. Not that it wasn’t always weird, since almost everyone in here was dead, but today it was even worse. Too quiet, too cold. You almost wanted to crack a “jeez, who died?” joke to lighten the mood, but you got the feeling today was not the day and walked right into Max’s office.

“Awww baby, what’s all this?” You coo as you glide over to him. What a sight he is. He’s sitting in his big office chair with his head right on the desk, long arms splayed out in front of him making his big hands hang over the desk’s edge. A total look of defeat. Hearing your voice Max’s head shoots up and immediately you’re hit with a classic Phillips pout, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “Baaaaabe,” he whines while making grabby hands at you until you’re finally within reach. 

Pulling you into his lap, he buries his face in your neck, rubbing his nose up and down the column of your throat as your hands make their way into his hair, massaging his scalp. “Maxie, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You’re only met with a heavy sigh as he takes his head and burrows between your boobs, “Everything,” he mumbles against your chest. “They loved my presentation, but hated the office,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s easy to fix, we can go out this weekend and get some new decor to liven up the place,” you grin and start really going to town on his scalp making Max almost purr and lean into your touch more. Before you could offer more support he started shaking his head, motorboating you but you could tell his heart wasn’t in it.

“No babe,” he sulks, finally lifting his head up to meet your eyes again, “they hated everyone in the office. Said Andrew was weird and Dave had an ‘offputting’ quality. He’s dead! Almost all of us are dead! What do they expect? And that’s not even the worst part!!!” He moans, “he hated everyone, but liked Evan?” You actually gasp, no one likes Evan. He’s so mopey and annoying, especially after Max bounced back from Evan almost murdering him, showing up to work the following Monday as if nothing happened. “Oh baby, that doesn’t make any fucking sense, I’m so sorry,” you soothe him as your hands move from his hair and start to make their way down to his belt.

Realizing what you’re doing, Max’s whole mood changes. Smirking, he puts on a much more playful pout, “yeah baby,” he coos, “it’s been real hard. But now that you’re here something else has got real hard too, and I think I know how to fix that.” You slide off his lap and onto the floor quickly, Max lifting you up for a moment to slide his now folded suit jacket under your knees in a surprising moment of kindness. Pressing a kiss to his knee as a thank you, you make quick work of his belt and pants and pull out his hardening cock. As you begin to stroke him slowly you make eye contact and spit right on his dick, making him groan.

“Love you baby, let me make you feel good,” you say before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling you tongue around him and licking the salty precum that was already leaking from him. As you continue to work more of him into your mouth, you can feel Max absolutely melt into his leather chair and take whatever you give him. “That’s it baby, always so so good, always know what I need,” he praises and you moan around his length, the compliment going straight to your core.

Not being able to take it anymore, you snake the hand not pumping the part of him you can fit in your mouth, you slide your hands underneath your underwear and start circling your clit. You moan around his length again and Max slightly bucks his hips, sending him farther down your throat. “Fuuuuuck yes, sweet cheeks, that’s it,” he can’t stop it now as his hips start a shallow bit steady rhythm as he fucks into your mouth. Letting him take what you need you slide two fingers into your dripping pussy, using the heel of your hand to keep rubbing your clit while you pump your fingers.

The only sounds filling the office are Max’s groans and the wet noise of you fucking yourself on your hand. You can tell Max is close because his pace quickens and you can hear the chair arm rests groan under his tight grip until he gives one final thrust, shooting his load right down your throat. Making sure you don’t waste a drop, you continue softly sucking the tip of him as you start to chase your own high until Max uses his vampire speed and strength to take your hand out of your underwear and move you back into his lap. You whine at the loss of your orgasm and stare with lust filled eyes as Max takes the hand that was just inside you and cleans your fingers of the slick covering them.

“Now sweets, you’ve been so good to me, I figured letting you cum on my cock would be an appropriate thank you,�� booping your nose he gives a little tug to rip your panties right off and sink you down on his still hard length. Your eyes roll back and you let out a high pitched moan at the stretch, you were already so wet from earlier he was able to push in with no resistance. “There it is champ,” he chuckles, “here’s your reward.” Putting his hands firmly on your hips he starts to move you up and down on his length, his hips meeting you with each thrust. All you can do is throw your arms around his neck to hold on, chanting his name as he hits that sweet spot over and over.

“Had s-such a bad day baby,” he growls, “but this- this pussy always does the trick,” you clench at the praise causing him to thrust a little harder. Knowing your so close to falling over the edge, you decide to give Max another treat, “B-baby,” you whimper, “f-feels so good. I’m so close, b-bite me,” his hips stutter before his pace resumes again. Grabbing your jaw he makes you meet his eyes and asks, “fuck, I love you, but are you sure? You don’t have to-” he groans as you clench around him again, your walls fluttering as the coil continues to tighten. “Yes! Fuck,” you babble, “I’m gonna come baby please,” you run your fingers through his hair and pull his face into your neck.

Feeling how much you’re gripping his length, Max licks across your pulse point and gives the area a little kiss before sinking his teeth into the soft skin. Once you feel his fangs break through, the coil snaps, and you absolutely gush all over his cock. You continue to moan as Max works you through your high as he continues to drink from you. Tugging on his hair twice to tell him to stop, Max stops thrusting into you and licks over the bite marks, his spit healing them instantly. Kissing your neck again you hear a mumbled, “thank you baby,” as Max wraps his arms around you.

You sit there for what feels like forever, him still seated inside of you while you go back to massaging his scalp. Noticing the time you attempt to get up, “Max! Honey, your lunch break has definitely been over I should go home,” his grip tightens around you as you get hit with puppy dog eyes again. “You could go home,” he agrees, “or you could just stay right here with me inside of you while I finish this report. I’m the boss, I can always leave early for my baby,” he gives your ass a gentle slap causing you to clench around him again. Groaning, he leans down to press a kiss to your temple, “besides I’ll definitely want to have you at least one more time before we go. Why don’t you have a little nap on big ol’ me?” He jokes, but you can’t bring yourself to make a come back, already feeling your lids grow tired from what just happened.

Nuzzling into his neck, you give his skin little kisses, “sounds good baby,” you slur, “sounds real good.”

[ifeellikeameowster]

Raise Hell - Creativitwins and Darkside!Roman Fic

Fic Summary: After a brooding session in his room after the events of SVS2, Roman decides Fuck It! and visits his brother Remus' room. As the two brothers reconnect, Roman ends up making a startling decision.

Warnings: Roman Angst, Self Loathing, Self Deprecating, Darkside!Roman, Gore, Violence, Weapons, Sexual Innuendos (Basically Remus just being Remus)

Pairings: None!

Wordcount: 7k+ (almost 8k)

Author's Note:

I started writing this fic immediately after SVS2 so it's canon complacent until after that, where it branches off into this AU! This was before both Flirting With Social Anxiety and Working Through Intrusive Thoughts came out, so please just consider this an alternate "What If?" scenario! (Also this just goes to show you how much I procrastinate when it comes to writing whoops lol.)

Roman sat curled up on his bed. Sitting in the same position that he had been for the past two days or so. He couldn't exactly recall how long he had been there holed up in his room, actually.

The only thing he could recall was the disappointed looks on their faces, their harsh words whether intentional or not, and the feeling of his whole world seemingly crumbling down around him. It was all too much too soon, and after his outburst he had sunken into a numb state of suspension. Waiting to feel anything other than anger, grief, and disappointment. All three of which were mainly pointed dangerously at his own self like a bunch of daggers repeatedly striking where they knew it would hurt most.

Patton had stopped by shortly after he had first sunk out, yes. But Roman could hardly hear what the fatherly side was saying to him over the ringing in his ears and his own rapid heartbeat constantly reminding him it had been recently struck through. Something about everything being okay, he thinks? Yet how could Patton have said that when absolutely nothing was okay right now? In fact, he doubted anything could be okay ever again. Not after…well, after he had apparently messed up again.

It was starting to become a habit now, all of these stupid mistakes. And how could such a perfect prince as him make such mistakes? He was supposed to be a paragon of perfection! An idol for all aspiring heroes alike! The pinnacle of heroism and all that is good in the world! Instead he was just...just wrong. Always wrong. Always wrong no matter who's side he took or who he believed in or what he said or didn't say. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.

But if he wasn't a perfect prince...if he wasn't a hero...if he wasn't right...then what exactly was he? What was left? Well, nothing, really. He had put all of his eggs in one basket and now the littlest breeze had apparently sent it toppling over.

Wait a minute...If he had nothing left, then that meant he had nothing left to lose, right? Which meant all of his old restrictions on himself, all of his walking the fine line and all of him staying on the right side of the fence- All of it was meaningless. It was doing nothing, just like him.

He slowly unfurled his body from it's curled up position and turned his gaze towards the closet on the far side of his room. The door was dingier compared to the rest of the elegant and ornately designed bedroom. Scratch marks marred its greyed, wooden surface and a sign was tapped loosely and half-hazardly to the middle. "Danger: Nightmare Zone. Keep out!" It read in bright red lettering.

"Keep out, huh...I must have been really mad when I wrote that." Roman glanced down to his hands, which he had clenched. "But now I'm just empty...so what's the use in obeying a stupid sign that I put up there myself?" He unfisted his hands and looked back to the imposing closet door. "What could be more dangerous in there than staying here and stewing in my own thoughts?"

He slowly stood up, his legs tingling from being in one position for far too long. He made his way over to the closet door. Slowly. Cautiously. Glancing over his shoulder as if someone was going to walk in on him at any moment. As his hand grasped the handle, he felt himself gulp. Did he really want to do this?

"…"

Well, what else was there to do?

He pushed the door open and stepped into the closet full of old clothes. All of his new princely adornments were actually being stored in a mahogany wardrobe beside his nightstand. These clothes were...they belonged to...Well, someone who didn't exist. At least not anymore. He pushed his way through dusty and moth-bitten clothes as if he was pushing through the undergrowth of a dense jungle. As he neared his destination, the place grew darker and smelled more and more of mold.

He finally arrived at another door. This one was more well kept than the last, with golden trimmings and an intricate door handle. He took a deep breath to steal his nerves before pushing it open.

He stepped out into another bedroom. This one had moss in the corners, cobwebs on the ceiling, and ivy climbing it's walls. Even still, it was much tidier than he had been expecting. It gave off more of a wild feeling rather than a dirty one. Just as he was about to take another step to inspect further, there was a mace in his face.

He hadn't even flinched back, he was so tired and dazed. Roman sucked in a nervous breath and looked to the wielder of the weapon.

Remus was standing frozen in place, his face flickering between emotions. Eyes twitching. It appeared like he had intended to knock him out again...just like last time in the living room...but something must have made him pause.

"You've been crying." He hissed, less of a question and more of an accusation.

Roman blinked, confused, before reaching up to poke the skin underneath his eyes. Sure enough, it was puffy. He bet if he looked in a mirror they'd be red-rimmed as well. But he didn't even want to see his own face right now. He huffed out in irritation. "So what if I have?"

Remus' face flickered once more before settling into a firm stare as he slowly lowered his morning star mace away from Roman's head. He was being oddly still and slow in his motions, and the difference between this and his usual rambunctiousness was making Roman's skin crawl with nerves. "Why?"

"Why?" Roman repeated after him, bristling, "Why do you even care why?"

Remus blinked, seeming to come out of his previous mood. "You tell me Prince Smarmy! You came into my turf." He rested his mace behind his shoulders and started rocking back and forth on the heels of his boots.

"I…" Roman's gaze fell to the ground. "I don't know. It's just the last place I could go, I guess?" He shrugged before waving a dramatic arm, "But if you don't want me here either, then just say it to my face!"

Remus tilted his head curiously before leaning forward "Oh, I can do way better than that, brohide." And with that, he snapped his fingers and the room flipped upside down.

Roman gasped as they fell through the air. The room seemed to twist and morph around them. Until finally, he had landed roughly on his own fluffy white floor rug. Remus, however, had fallen through the fancy canopy of his bed. Tearing a large hole through it and landing in a heap on the covers.

"Hey, my bed!" He shouted, offended beyond belief.

"Oh tough titty." Remus chastised as he picked up a golden laced, red silk pillow. He started plucking at it's loose threads. "I bet you have a ton of those ugly tent things."

"They're called canopies, you uncultured swine!"

Roman got up in a huff and dusted off and straightened his rumpled clothes. He sent a glare over to Remus as he did so. "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?~" He sing-songed annoyingly back.

"Teleport us in such an unruly manner!"

"Hmmm…" He flopped over on to his back and started doing snow angel motions. "Why'd you go in my room?~Huh? Huh?"

"Wha- I- I asked you first!"

"I asked you second!!" He rolled over on the bed to grin up at Roman, still clutching the poor, abused pillow.

"Ugh, fine!" Roman threw his hands up in the air and moved to grab his vanity chair. He pulled it over to sit in front of the bed. "I just didn't want to be in my own room right now, okay??"

Remus frowned with pursed lips and sat up, scooching forward on the bed. "But it's your room, numbnuts."

"Well maybe I don't want to be near me right now…Um, wait. That doesn't make any sense, does it?"

"Probably not! But-" He cupped a hand over his mouth and loudly whispered conspiratorially, "I can rip your head off your body and throw it to the side for you so you're not close to it anymore?"

"No that's...That's not what I meant and you know it!"

"Fucking party pooper!" Remus threw his hands up then abandoned the pillow he had been holding to riffle curiously through the rest. "Do you not keep a dagger under your pillow??"

"What? No, of course not! Who would do that?"

"Me, duh! For security reasons, bitch boy."

"Well I'm obviously more sensible than that. I keep swords under the bed like a sane person."

"Wait, really?!" Remus threw himself over the side of the bed to look underneath it. "Holy shit, nice!" He rustled through them for a moment before grabbing a sleek black flamberge by it's blade and pulling it up. "I'm keeping this!"

"I would protest that but you've already gotten your filthy blood all over it and that sword is a particular bitch to clean."

"Sibling souvenir!" Proclaimed Remus as he stabbed it into his stomach for safe keeping.

"What on earth are you doing? Why would you stab yourself??"

"To make sure it doesn't go anywhere! Oh, and to test it's stabby powers."

"You know in hindsight, I shouldn't have even asked."

"Speaking of askings of questions-ing, why did you visit my room of all places? Needed to get rid of some trash? Because I'm taking if you're offering. I could always use more decorations!"

"Remus, you rat bastard, I saw that your room was cleaner than you let people believe it to be. If you did take any of my trash you'd probably organize it into the proper bins and everything."

Remus gasped and put an offended hand over his chest. "How dare you! My room is perfectly and gloriously trashy and stinky, just like me."

"Mhmm, sure it is."

A shuriken flew past the side of his head and embedded itself right in the face of one of his many Disney posters.

"Just answer my question!!"

"Okay, okay jeez!" Roman raised his hands placatingly before dropping them to grip at his knees nervously. "I, well, I didn't want to be alone anymore…"

"And? You couldn't just visit the other lamo light bitches in the living-dead room?"

"They, um." He sighed before looking over at his posters. Prince Charming smiled brightly back at him, even with a weapon digging into his forehead. "They don't want to be around me. They don't want me. Not anymore. If they ever did. They have him, after all. Both of them."

"Him. Them. Stop playing the pronoun game already and get fucking on with it!"

"He has Janus now! Thomas chose Janus! Patton chose Janus! They chose Janus! They both chose Janus...over me…" Roman blurted out. The words were spilling out now, unstoppable. He sniffled as he felt the tears threatening to fall once more as well. He didn't even realize he had any left to cry. "I chose Thomas. Thomas chose Patton. Patton chose Janus. No one ever chooses me! No one ever takes my side!"

"Apparently, I'm always the one in the wrong..." He ran his shaky hands over his cheeks, desperately trying to push any tears that appeared away. To keep them from falling anymore. Hadn't he cried enough? "I was wrong about Virgil. I was wrong with how I talked to Logan. I was wrong about the breakup. I was wrong about the wedding. Now I was wrong about Deceit- no, Janus- ugh...Everything I do is wrong!"

He lowered his hands again to dig his fingers back into his knees. Roman drew in another shaky breath, trying to calm himself after the outburst. He glanced nervously up at Remus to gauge his reaction to his brother's crazed rambles.

Remus had leaned forward to hear him better over his sobs and shaky voice, almost tipping over the edge of the bed. He had his nails digging into Roman's comforter, and Roman was afraid he was about to rip holes into it. He already had a canopy to replace after all, he didn't want to have to replace that as well! They stared at each other in tense silence for a few moments more, one at a loss on what to say next and the other trying to process the onslaught of new information. Finally, Remus let go of the comforter, slid off the bed, and sat on the floor in front of him with his legs splayed out.

"So what you're saying is...wait, Jan Jan the Banana Man actually told you his name?"

"Well, he more so told Thomas and Patton it and...I just happened to be there too?"

"Huh. Never thought he'd tell anyone else. Well, not after Virgil…was Virgil there?"

"No. Unfortunately Virgil wasn't there to back me up. If he would have even taken my side at all...And Logan was...there in textbox spirit?"

"What'd nerd-a-lerd say?"

"He…well, I wasn't really paying much attention to- I was panicking okay! But I heard enough." He looked to the side, feeling shame well up in himself again. "Enough to know that he was taking his side, just like everyone else."

He heard a mumbled "Damn pronoun name again-" before Remus clapped his hands together with a loud boom that echoed through the large room. "Okay! And I can't believe I'm saying this but- tell me the whole story. Top dick to bottom butt."

"Ew." Roman wrinkled his nose up in disgust.

"Just tell me already!!" Annnddd another shuriken whizzed past his head. This time it embedded itself in his dresser. He hoped it hadn't cracked the wood too much...

Thus Roman spun the entire tale, starting at Janus' first appearance and ending with the absolute fiasco between the callback and the wedding that had occurred a couple of days ago...or had it been several? Time had muddied itself in his reclusion. He would take several breaks in his storytelling to go off on self-deprecating tangents that sounded an awful lot like dramatic monologues from some tragic play. More often than not these tangents were cut short by Remus, who would hurry them along with crude nicknames and threats to get back to the main story.

Somehow during this storytelling process both of the brothers had ended up splayed out side by side on top of Roman's fluffy white floor rug. As if they were kids gossiping on the floor at a sleepover. Remus had busied his hands by pulling out locks of the fur from the rug while Roman's own hands gesticulated wildly with the ups and downs of his tale. As he neared the end of the story, Roman curled up to lay on his side so he could face Remus and see his reaction.

"...and then I decided to go to your room. Because I had nowhere else to go. I didn't want to stay in my room with my own thoughts any longer...but I didn't want to see any of the other sides, either."

Remus was laying on his stomach, fiddling with the rug and swaying his feet in the air. At hearing the last bit, his feet fell back down to rest on the floor. "...But you wanted to see me?" His voice was the softest Roman had ever heard him speak. It was incredulous and almost...hopeful.

"I-I don't know. I-" Roman diverted his eyes across the room, sweeping over the damage done by them earlier and eventually landing on the dingy and scratched up closet door. He stared at it for a moment in thought before looking back over to Remus. "Do you ever…Ever miss sharing a bedroom?" He murmured.

Remus wrinkled his nose and glared at him, likely upset that he had dodged the question. "Not really. Your taste in stuff is far too Gucci-Gucci-bougie for me."

"No, not that!" Roman dismissed with a wave of his hand, " Not the furniture or anything like that. Just the…the feel of someone else being there too? Knowing that someone else is always there? Someone who's kind of like you but not really? Someone you can talk to when you have no one else?" Roman ran his fingers through his hair in distress. "Does that make any sense???"

Remus was still glaring at him, but now his eyebrows twitched with an unseen emotion. "Being brothers?" He hissed.

"What?"

Remus reached over to grab Roman's shoulders and shake him silly. "What you're describing. Is being brothers. What I wanted to be. What you didn't let us be. What you rejected. Shoved into the darkest corner. Placed under a Do Not Enter sign-"

"I'm sorry, okay! I didn't mean it!"

Remus paused in his shaking, several emotions flashing across his face. "Didn't mean it?"

"I know I-" Roman placed his hands over Remus' on his shoulders but didn't push him away and lowered his head in shame. "I acted rashly and perhaps a tad extreme to our new circumstances at the time. But it was for what I thought was the best. I only ever wanted to serve Thomas. I only ever wanted to please them. I never thought- I-" He looked sincerely back up into his brother's eyes. "I never thought about what that would mean for you. What that would do to you. What that would do to us. And for that, I'm sorry."

Remus loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely, staring intensely and attentively at Roman.

"I never actually wanted to push you away. I was just doing so because I thought- Well, okay admittedly I wasn't thinking much at all really but-" His eyes briefly flickered back to the closet door "I didn't want to become a dark side too! I didn't want to not be able to see Thomas. Or to be rejected by the others. I-" He laughed then. A dry, helpless laugh. He shifted to put his head in his hands. "But I guess that happened anyway, didn't it? What sick irony, huh? Maybe it's what I deserve… Maybe it's karmic retribution…"

"..."

"I shoved you away... And now they're shoving me away! I lost a brother so I could keep everyone and everything else in my life but now- now I've lost that, too- Now I have nothing. Now I am no-"

Remus tightened his grip on Roman's shoulders again and pulled him towards himself. He ended up knocking their heads together in the process-

"Ow! What the hell are you-"

-of wrapping his arms around Roman and hugging him to himself.

"You-You're hugging me?"

"You didn't lose a brother…" Remus pouted, as if he was a petulant toddler, "I've always been right fucking here if you'd open your stupid eyes for once."

Roman let out a shuddering breath, feeling an entirely new type of tear prickling at the corners of his eyes. He buried his head in Remus' shoulder and gripped onto the back of hid brother's clothes as if he was his last lifeline. He probably was.

Sure the hug was the most uncomfortable one he'd ever had, what with the hilt of the sword in Remus' stomach poking him in his own and his forehead still ringing with the pain from where Remus banged them together, but somehow it was still nice. It still felt like...home.

"...But I thought you hated me?"

"What gave you that idea?"

"You're always calling me names and hitting me with stuff!"

He felt Remus shrug. "You do the same thing."

"You do it first!"

"Eh- that's just what siblings do~~"

"With medieval weapons?!"

"Says the guy with a stash of swords under his bed!~" Remus sing-songed teasingly.

"Oh like you have room to talk- You said you keep daggers under your pillow!"

"Shouldn't everyone? You should keep some under yours too, Mr Whiny Prissy Pants!"

"And there's the name calling again."

"Hey now, you know it's the older siblings job to pick on the younger-"

"But I'm the older sibling! I manifested my form first!"

"Eh, semantics-schmantics! Same diff!"

"You're completely unreasonable!"

"And you're too stuck up!"

Roman let out a growl and smacked a hand over Remus' face, pushing him away and breaking up the hug. Remus let out a huff and reached over to slap the back of Roman's head in retaliation. This caused them to descend into a full on slap fight, looking like a slapstick scene straight out of a comedy movie.

They roughhoused like this, like a pair of bickering elementary schoolers, until they eventually tired themselves out and flipped gracelessly back onto the floor. They both stared at the ceiling for a few silent seconds before bursting out into fits of crazed laughter.

"That was the worst hug ever! Hahaha!"

"Hey! I don't have much practice! Heeheehee!"

"Haha! We must look like a couple of insane people lying here!"

"Haha! I knooowww~~ You're room is sooo trashed!~Heehee!"

"Hey! You're the one that trashed it! Hahaha!"

"Well you're the one who invited me here brozilla! Hahahoo!"

"You're the one that brought us here! Hahaheh! I wanted to be in your room! Heh!"

Their laughter eventually died down. But just as Roman was about to drift off into sleep from his position lying on the floor, he heard Remus ask, "Do you still want to go to my room?"

Roman blinked his eyes open. He sat up and looked forlornly around his own bedroom. The thought of staying here seemed lonely, now that he'd finally reunited and reconciled with his brother. And the pictures and posters adorning the walls just reminded him of past memories that only hurt to think about right now. "......Yeah. Yes, actually." He turned to Remus, who had also sat back up, " I know, I know it sounds crazy but-"

"I like crazy!" Remus grinned and raised his fingers in preparation to snap, causing Roman to have a flashback to the previous time he did it.

"Wait! Don't turn the room upside down again! We can just sink through the floor like we normally-"

"Sink through the floor? Okay, if you say so!" His grin widened maniacally and he snapped his fingers.

The floor started to shift and cave in on itself, causing Roman's furniture to all move closer to the center. A hole slowly opened under where the brothers had been sitting that pulled them down into it. Roman screamed as they were both sucked into the abyss.

His scream ended abruptly as he was flung up into Remus' room, the hole now acting as a geyser of sorts. Roman landed in an unruly manner and was knocked out of breath while Remus landed swiftly on his knee before rolling up into a standing position.

"Home, Smelly Home!" He proudly declared with his hands on his hips, either unaware of or uncaring towards his brother's struggle to get up from the floor.

"Shouldn't have opened my big mouth..." Mumbled Roman as he dusted his clothes off and tried to straighten his appearance, only for his work to be completely undone when Remus yanked him into his side and rustled his hair with his elbow. "Hey! Stop that! Do you have any idea how long it takes to do my hair?"

"Eh, it was already messed up anyways." Remus slapped Roman's shoulder, "Now come on slowpoke, I'm gonna give you the grand tour!" Remus then ran off further into his room, causing Roman to have to chase after him in order to keep up.

Remus showed him his bedroom first, which had a mirrored layout to Roman's, but the furniture was darker and more rustic. The decorations looked more like something out of a haunted mansion than a grand palace, like Roman's did. Remus then stopped by his weapons closet, where he finally removed the flamberge sword from his stomach and tossed it haphazardly inside. From what Roman could make out before Remus had shut the door again was that the room looked bigger on the inside than the title 'closet' would suggest. Remus then pointed out a few more small areas of note before eventually leading Roman to the back door.

Every side's room had a front door- where the other sides could enter their room, and a backdoor- where each side could go out of their room and into their own personal section of the mindscape. Most sides referred to it as their 'backyard', of sorts.

Roman followed Remus out of his backdoor and onto a balcony overlooking a dark, twisted forest. The balcony itself was the same design as Roman's own balcony but was made up of black marble instead of white. There were a few cracks here and there, yet it was overall fairly stable. English Ivy crept along the rails and crawled down the side of the castle. There were no stairs in sight, unlike with his own balcony, leading Roman to wonder whether Remus would take the time to climb down the Ivy or simply jump off of the railing in order to enter his backyard.

Remus spread his arms out in a grand gesture before spinning around to sit backwards on the railing, facing Roman. "So, what do ya' think? Badass digs, right?"

Roman, lost in thought and not expecting the question, blurted out the first thing to cross his mind. "We have similar balconies."

Remus raised an amused brow. "No shit, Sher-cock. We're in the same castle. Same castle, same floor plan. Duh."

"Wait, the same castle…?"

Remus shrugged, leaning far enough back on the railing to have Roman worry about him falling over the side of it, "It split when we did. We still share a room and space... it's just-" He waved around a hand dismissively. "Halved, now."

"Ah...so that's the reason we can visit each other without going through our front doors…" Roman walked up to lean forwards on the railing, right beside Remus. "Wonder why I didn't question that sooner?" He rested his chin in his hand with a sigh. "All this time, we were even in the same castle...the same area of the mindscape...and I never- I never even bothered to visit-"

Remus, who had grown bored of the conversation and had started to pick his nose, interrupted Roman's spiral by flicking boogers at him. "Hey now, none of that. You did enough moping back in your own room, you cry baby.*

"Ugh! Ew!" Roman sputtered indignantly and pulled out a doily to wipe his face. "You're disgusting." He huffed.

Remus stuck his tongue out at him and laughed. "If you start saying sad shit again, I'll give you a wet willy." He then leaned towards Roman and started wiggling his fingers menacingly.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me, bitch!"

"Well, if you do that, then I'll- Then I'll shove you off of the balcony!"

Remus faked a scandalized gasp and placed a hand over his chest while the other draped across his forehead. "You'd murder your own dearest brother?!"

"It wouldn't kill you, you overdramatic oaf, sides can't die!"

"You're calling me overdramatic?" Remus abandoned the pose to lean forward with a knowing grin. "Talk about the pot calling the kettle black."

"Oh shut up." Roman pushed Remus away, before turning around to sit beside him atop the railing.

Remus' eyes widened. "My goody two shoes brother is sitting precariously on a railing? Since when? Is it opposite day? "

"What do you mean? I do dangerous stuff all the time!"

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

Roman gestured wildly, "I slay the dragons! I defeat the monsters! I save the people! I...fight the bad guys…" Roman deflated as his hands fell beside him to lock the rail in a death grip. "But I guess I failed at all of that, huh? So much for being a goody two shoes…"

Remus hummed in thought, nails tapping against the black marble. His legs swayed back and forth as they both looked up at the night sky above them in companionable silence. Roman eventually let out a forlorn sigh and relaxed his grip on the railing. Suddenly, Remus let out a loud gasp and clapped his hands together, startling Roman who in turn almost tipped over the edge of the balcony.

"I have the best idea!"

"Oh no, you're planning something. That can never be good."

" No, no! Really, really! Listen, listen!" Remus smacked Roman's arm and shoulder excitedly in-between each word.

"Okay, okay! Just stop!" Roman slapped Remus' hands away. "Tell me then brother, what is it?"

Remus beamed and jumped to stand back on the balcony. "Okay so, you're saying that the other sides are shutting you out, right? And that they made you feel like a stinky doodoo head?"

"Gee, thanks for reminding me. Totally helps me feel better." Roman grimaced with a sarcastic thumbs up as Remus paced back and forth.

"Right! So, they're starting to treat you like a villain. And J-Anus as a good guy?"

"I- I guess? That's like the bare essentials of what happened...I mean, that's what it seems like--Ugh, just what are you getting at?!"

Remus stopped pacing to spin towards Roman and spread his hands out. "So why not just be a villain?"

"......what?"

"Join the dark sides with me!" Remus then awkwardly faked a modeling pose. "We have great fashion! And weapons! Lots of weapons!"

Roman scoffed. "I know, I saw your weapons closet." He slid off the railing to stand in front of his brother. "But what makes you think I'd want to be a villain?"

"Well, they made you feel fucking awful, right?" Remus leaned forward with a menacing grin, "So why not give them a little hell in return?"

"What, as in revenge?! I'm supposed to be a purveyor of justice!"

Remus shrugged and started circling Roman. "Where's the justice in always shutting you out? Of always telling you that everything you do is wrong? Of splitting us apart?" He stopped to put his hands on Roman's shoulders again. "Aren't you tired of trying to be a good guy all the time? Don't you just want to let loose and raise a little hell?"

Roman bit his lip and wrung his hands together. He looked down at his feet as his brother's words rang through his head. Where was the justice in that? He had always tried to do the right thing before. To be the good guy. To be the hero. But no one ever appreciated his efforts. Instead they always, always focused only on his mistakes.

The other sides' voices chimed off in his head.

"Roman, you can't do that." "Shut up Roman." "That was wrong, Roman." "Stop being so dramatic, Roman."

He pushed those invading voices furiously away and tried to reorganize his thoughts.

Him, joining the dark sides? Could it even be done? A light side had never switched over to the dark side before... Well, unless you counted the original Creativity and their split. Where a part of that Creativity had...had been pushed to the dark sides and…

Roman's eyes widened in realization as he looked back up at his brother. "You too." He breathed out.

Remus squinted his eyes and scrunched his nose at him. "Hah?"

"Always being shut out. Always being told everything you do is wrong. Being forced to split apart." Roman grabbed the hands that were on his shoulders to move them down and squeeze them reassuringly. "You experienced all of that too. Even more than I did…Don't you want to raise hell too?"

Roman grinned in a very in unprincely manner and released Remus' hands. He swept his arms aside in a grand motion. "Let's raise hell together, brother. What do you say?"

Remus stared at him blankly for a moment before breaking out into a shit eating grin of his own. "Hell yeah! Hell mother fucking yeah!" He jumped up and down excitedly and clapped his hands. "Oh! We're gonna have so much fun! Those butt holes have no idea what's coming."

Roman chuckled fondly at his brother's enthusiasm. He felt lighter than he had in years. Free of responsibility. Free of expectations. Free of limitations. Free to do whatever he wanted. Speaking of which…

"You mentioned fashion earlier, didn't you?" Roman pulled at the hem of his shirt in thought before smirking up at Remus. "I believe for me to officially join the dark sides, a makeover may be in order."

Remus nodded and grabbed his brother's hand to drag him back inside, chanting, "Makeover time! Makeover time!" The entire way while pumping his fist victoriously into the air.

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The next morning, in Thomas' living room.

"-and a part of taking care of yourself is to not self-deprecate." Janus was explaining, standing next to Logan.

"Yeah, you've gotta compliment yourself sometimes, Thomas!" Patton added happily.

Thomas scratched the back of his head nervously. "I don't know guys... isn't that a little…"

"Conceited?" Virgil cut in, glaring over at Janus' before looking back to Thomas. "What if we end up doing that out loud in front of others? What if people think we're stuck up?"

"Well, it's better than always thinking so negatively of himself." Janus spat out.

"Janus has a point, Virgil. It's been proven that constant self-deprecating behavior can have a wide range of negative effects on one's psyche and mental health." Logan chinned in while adjusting his glasses. "Which could also lead to eventual negative effects on one's physical health, including-"

"Well, I mean yeah!-" Virgil rushed to interrupt, "He shouldn't think too badly of himself...but he shouldn't think too highly of himself, either!" He uncrossed his arms and gestured towards the empty space where Roman usually stood. "I mean, what if Thomas ends up as stuck up as Princy here, huh? What would you do then-"

"Wait-" Thomas interrupted him, "Where is Roman? Has anyone seen him lately?"

The sides fell silent as they all looked curiously towards the empty spot.

"I haven't seen him since Janus joined us... Patton, didn't you check up on him or something?"

"Well, yeah! Of course I did kiddo!" Patton nodded then pouted, "He didn't seem to want to talk to me though…"

"Has anyone actually talked to Roman in a while? Where is he?"

The sides gave Thomas varying degrees of shrugs and noncommittal answers in response.

Thomas sighed, "Really, guys?" He then looked towards the corner again and called out, "Roman! Are you there? Are you listening? If so, come on up! You should join us!"

They waited in awkward silence for a while for Roman to appear, or to at least respond to Thomas' call...until they heard a deep chuckle emanating from behind the tv.

"Join you? Nope! Not possible~"

Hands crept out from behind the tv, grabbing onto the wall, causing everyone in the room to immediately be alert. They remembered the last time they saw hands there...this couldn't be good! Something was wrong! Sure enough, Remus slowly emerged, climbing up the wall as if he was a lizard. He then twisted his head around, causing Patton to almost faint from fear. Thomas, meanwhile, backed away as far as he could without falling over the couch.

"I'm afraid he's already joined someone else!~"

Remus jumped off of the wall to land in Roman's designated spot. His head and body shifted back to their original positions and he grinned at the others with his arms spread out. Now, the others could see that along with his usual attire, he also donned a crooked and cracked silver crown atop his head. His purplish eyeshadow was gone, instead replaced with a messily applied sparkly silver eyeshadow. Some of the glitter from it fell down the sides of his face to freckle his cheeks as well. The wide grin of his lips was painted in a deep green lipstick.

"Me!"

"Remus…?" Janus breathed out, confused.

"I didn't call for you! I called for Roman!" Thomas shouted once he had regained his composure from witnessing such a horrifying sight.

Virgil bristled and stood up from where he had been leaning against the stairs. "Where is he? What did you do with him?" He bared his teeth at Remus as if he was an agitated guard dog.

Remus put his hands on his hips and threw his head back with a laugh. "What did I do to him?" He leaned forward with a smirk. "What did you do to him? Huh?"

"Wha-what do you mean? W-we didn't do anything..." Stammered out Patton.

"Also, did he change his makeup?" Muttered Thomas, "It actually looks kinda good…"

"Focus on the main issue here, dudes!" Virgil snapped his fingers at them both before turning back to Remus. "Okay, whatever. It doesn't matter wherever you put him, just give him back!"

Remus chuckled and stepped to the side, "You hear that, dear brother? Sounds like they're ready for you to come out!~"

At that, the tv seemed to flicker to life. A colorful error screen appeared and started to crackle and fizz. As the glow from the tv lit up the room, the rest of the room started to glitch along with it.

The sides glanced around nervously, fear creeping into their bones once more.

"What's going on? What's happening to the room?!" Thomas panicked.

Logan placed a hand on his chin. "These types of spatial effects seeming to happen in Thomas' physical living room instead of just inside the mindscape...could it be?"

"No…" Gasped Janus, "No, it can't be!"

"Oh but it can!~" Announced another voice from inside the tv.

Hands reached out from inside the error screen to grasp the sides of the tv. A form slowly climbed out of the tv and stepped into the living room.

"......Roman? What on earth are you wearing?!" Virgil waved a hand incredulously at his new get up.

Roman, now fully standing beside Remus in his usual spot, smirked at Virgil and flicked his cape. "It's called fashion, Midnight Query."

Roman's usual outfit was now black in all of the areas it used to be white. On top of that, he wore a red velvet cape with a white and black spotted fur trim. On his shoulder laid a skull where the cape connected and clasped shut. His upper eyelid was decorated in sparkly gold eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner which spread out into a cat-eye look. His smirk donned blood red lipstick and a crown identical to Remus' was atop his head, except his crown was golden and not crooked or cracked at all. He looked like he had stepped right out of a fairytale…but as an evil king instead of a noble prince.

"Perhaps you should try it sometime, Dark and Dreary. It might make you look less…" Roman made a point of looking Virgil up and down before waving his hand at him with a scowl, "Drab."

"Roman! Where have you been? I missed you. Your makeup looks great!" Patton rambled ecstatically.

"Missed me?" He sneered, "Ha! I bet you all didn't even realize that I was gone." Roman then looked down to check his meticulously manicured nails with a bored expression.

"Of course we did! That's why I called you!" Insisted Thomas.

Roman tsked and shook his head. "Oh Thomas, Thomas. Always the peacemaker." He moved the hand he had been checking to flip his cape over his shoulder. "But I'm not here to make peace. We're here to raise hell. Isn't that right, brother?"

In response, Remus summoned a pitch black flamberge sword and stabbed the blade into the ground. "Hell yeah we are!"

The area of the floor that he smashed cracked open to reveal an eerie green and yellow glow. Small shadow hands emerged as little demons started crawling through the cracks.

Roman summoned a longsword with a ruby embedded in its hilt and slashed at the wall. Red and orange flames burst forth from the rip as even more shadow demons started to join them.

The glitching of the room from the tv screen grew at an alarming rate, some of the glitches covering entire pieces of furniture.

"What on earth is happening!?" Thomas screamed, gesturing wildly at, well, everything.

"Roman, you need to stop this now!" Virgil growled, slipping into his Tempest Tongue.

"Yeah kiddo," chuckled Patton nervously as he tried to wrestle his hoodie away from a demon that was currently trying to steal it. "Isn't this a tad bit extreme?"

Roman laughed darkly, raising his sword into a shrug. "And why should I?"

Remus rested his elbow on Roman's shoulder, "We haven't even begun to have our fun yet!"

Janus narrowed his eyes at Remus, "Remus, this is not what I meant when I said-"

"Blah blah blah!" Remus mimed a mouth with his hand. "That's all you are, anacon-don't. All talk, no action!"

"What's going on?! Why isn't anyone answering me?!"

"Well, Thomas, it appears that Roman and Remus have initiated-" Logan started only to get interrupted by Virgil.

"They started Daymare Mode!" Virgil shouted as he angrily threw a demon that had been crawling on him into the wall, knocking it out instantly.

"Daymare Mode? What's Daymare Mode?!"

"It's a combination of Daydream Mode and Nightmare Mode." Janus explained while shaking a demon off of his hat with a sneer, "It's a state Creativity can only achieve when it's whole…"

"So, what? They can affect the real world now that they're working together?!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Thomas." Chastised Logan, "You're technically just hallucinating-"

"I'm hallucinating?!"

"Yes, that is what I just said."

A demon tugged at Logan's pant leg only to be sent running away in fear by a well-placed harsh glare.

Patton, finally having gotten his hoodie free, tied it back around his shoulders and clapped his hands. "Okay, you two! That's enough. I'm not sure what's gotten into you today, but-"

"Oh no, no, no." Roman waved a finger at him, "I'm afraid we're not going to be listening to you anymore, padre."

"We've got our own plans, Daddy DingDong!"

"Oh yeah?" Hissed Janus, "And what exactly are those?"

"You can't do them, whatever they are!" Virgil yelled out as he stomped on another demon's tail, sending it hopping away in pain. "We won't let you. I won't let you!"

Remus and Roman exchanged amused glances before turning back to the others.

"You don't have to let us do anything," Roman hummed, "We're the kings. We shall do whatever we want." He waved a dismissive hand.

"Hear ye, Hear ye! The Twin Kings of Creativity!" Hollered Remus, as both twins raised their swords triumphantly in the air, "We take no shit and kick some ass!"

"To us!" Roman high fived Remus' hand, then turned to grin menacingly at the others, "And now, time for you to go to hell."

"To hell?!" Thomas gasped, looking desperately back and forth at the other sides.

Logan's eyes widened, having figured out what they were planning to do. "Roman, if I'm correct- and I always am- then I'd advise against-"

"Too late, Deuce Banner!" Remus shouted triumphantly as he and Roman clashed their weapons together. The sound from the clang resonated in all of their heads, making their vision blurry.

Thomas gripped the sides of his head, trying to get the ringing to stop hurting his ears. His head felt like it was splitting open. And then, there was nothing. Just a fade to black.

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Thomas gasped for air as he woke up. Wait, woke up? Had it all been a dream? Thank god-!

"Well, well, well. It's about damn time." Drawled Roman.

"We thought you were never gonna come to!" Laughed Remus.

Thomas jumped up in surprise from where he'd been laying on the floor, only to immediately regret moving so harshly as he felt his head swim. "Ow ow ow." He gripped his forehead and peered around, "What-"

"Welcome, welcome!" Roman proclaimed as he spread his arms out in a grand gesture. "To the Kingdom of Creativity."

Thomas looked up to see Roman and Remus sitting side by side on twin thrones, one gold with red cushions and one silver with green cushions. Roman sat up straight with impeccable posture and one leg crossed over the other. Remus lay sideways across his throne, kicking his feet and tossing what appeared to be a grenade up and down as if it was a baseball.

"...What? Where am I?"

"We just told you." Scoffed Roman, "You're in the Kingdom of Creativity." At Thomas' confused frown, he continued, "You're in our room, Thomas."

"Your room?" Thomas looked around at the ornate throne room. "It doesn't look like my living room, like the others' did."

"That's cause we're not as boring as the other sides." Sighed Roman, "We have much more pizazz." He gestured at the room around them. "We did some redecorating recently, actually. What do you think, hmm?"

The throne room was mainly black, with silver and gold furniture giving the darkness a stark contrast. Banners of their two symbols hung on opposite sides of the room in correspondence with each side's throne. Overall it gave off a majestic yet eerie feel.

"It's- Um." Thomas finally stood up from his position on the floor and glanced around nervously. "It's certainly something. But um, where are the others…?"

He had long since noticed that it was just him and the twins in this room. The others had seemingly vanished into thin air. Their continued disappearance was making him more and more uneasy as each second ticked by.

Remus huffed and casually threw the grenade over his shoulder and out a window, causing an explosion to be heard outside. "What's wrong Thomathy, our room not up to snuff with the others? You prefer Daddyo's and Scene-Kid's rooms? Huh?"

"What? No!" Thomas raised his hands placatingly, not wanting to anger the two currently volatile sides, "You're room is fine! It's great! It's just they were here and now they're not here and I was just wondering-"

"They're off on their own adventure right now, Thomas." Roman butted in. He leaned forward to place his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. "That doesn't matter, though. What matters right now is us. Don't you want to stay here with us, Thomas? We can show you around the castle~!"

"Um- No, that's fine... No thank you." Thomas smiled as his voice shook. "I'm sorry, I can't stay here... I need to find the others."

Roman's pleased smile immediately fell into a scowl, "Fine, then. You want to see the others so badly?" He stood up from his throne and gestured for his brother to do the same. "Then why don't you just join them already!"

The both summoned their new weapons again, causing Thomas to start to panic. "Wait! Don't! Not again!"

"Too late, Thomas. You should have accepted our gracious offer."

"We could've had so much fun together!" Chirped Remus.

"And we will! You're just not ready yet, it seems." Roman sighed with a disappointed frown, "Now, for the time being~"

"Have fun in hell instead!~" The twins chimed in unison as they clashed their swords together for a second time.

The clanging rang in Thomas' already aching head as everything fell into the blackness once more.

[clood]

a little leopika piece for the prompt (that i suggested, oops) ghost stories under the cut! 

vague spoilers for the succession arc, not really anything important though so you don’t need it to understand what’s going on lol 

Kurapika is unsure how he found himself here, alone in the back room of Leorio’s tiny clinic aboard the Black Whale with a fussy Woble in his arms. 

Well, actually, he knows exactly how. Leorio yelled at him about it when he arrived.

Leorio is blaming everything on him, as he tends to do, saying that if Kurapika would just take a break already and stop wandering around like a zombie about to collapse, then maybe Queen Oito wouldn’t have absorbed all his negative vibes and collapsed. It’s almost funny to hear Leorio, a man of science and medicine, spout off such nonsense as “vibes” and “negative energy.” Had he attributed it to nen, or maybe some chemical imbalances in his brain, he might understand. But something as abstract as rancid vibes strikes Kurapika as just slightly to the left of out of character for Leorio. 

Now, he sits in the strangely reinforced waiting room of the clinic and stares down at Prince Woble, who stares back up at him with impossibly large and innocent eyes. Once Queen Oito had collapsed, Melody and Bill had helped Kurapika rush her to Leorio, the only person on the entire ship that could be trusted to care for her in such a horrendously confusing and stressful time. Obviously, they couldn’t very well leave the prince unattended, so she had been scooped up in Melody’s arms and came along for the journey. 

Kurapika had been tasked with protecting the prince while Melody went into the exam room with the queen, something about her wanting a womanly presence in the room had led Melody to relinquish her grasp on Prince Woble. A helpless glance in Melody’s direction had prompted her to shout, “Tell her a story if she gets restless!” before she disappeared into another room behind Leorio’s tall frame. 

Woble has since awoken from her slumber and begun to coo softly, although Kurapika is unsure if he can really tell the difference between happy baby babbles and the beginnings of a meltdown. They all sound the same to him, and this, coupled with the fact that he has not encountered a child younger than Gon or Killua in god knows how long, leaves him grasping at a topic for a story to tell. 

He settles on the only one he knows, but he at least makes some sort of an attempt at spinning a different web than he always has. 

“Once, there was a big family that lived in an even bigger forest,” Kurapika begins, offering the prince a finger to latch onto as they both settle in for a ghost story. “They were people of the land, and they existed in harmony with the spirits of the forest and the earth. There was no reason for them to venture beyond the line of trees, for the spirits and the people past the edge of the woods were foreign and threatening. 

“One day, a young man and his companion set out to find out the secrets of the world beyond, excited at the prospects of encountering strangers and fantastic beasts and otherworldly beings.” Kurapika pauses and studies the prince. She has stopped her fussing, gazing up at Kurapika as though she were hanging onto every word he says. He wonders if she knows what he’s saying, or if it’s all a blur of sounds and vibrations to her. 

“However, the forest spirits decided they wanted to keep the companion, so the young man had to venture out on his own in search of a journey worth recounting to his friend upon his return.” His heart clenches a little at the memory of Pairo’s final request. He can’t say with any certainty that he will ever have “fun” again. He takes a deep breath and continues. 

“The young man went out on his own, experiencing the wonders of the outside world for the first time, if even a little lonely. But, his happiness was short-lived,” Kurapika says. “Evil phantoms had invaded his home while he was gone, spiriting away his brethren--everyone he loved disappeared in one night, and nobody knew where they might have gone, or which of the sinister specters of the shade might have taken them.” 

Woble, now inexplicably asleep in Kurapika’s arms, makes a face. Maybe she does understand. 

“Upon learning this, the young man gave his life in an attempt to find his clan, but to no avail. Legend says he still wanders to this day, a ghost without a home and without a family.” Kurapika wipes at tears he knows he cannot shed and wonders how much time he has left to avenge his people. He thinks of Queen Oito collapsing beside him earlier, maybe the effects of Emperor Time really are reaching her as well like Leorio had somewhat hinted at before. 

Kurapika hears a knock at the door and lets in Melody, who relieves him of his storytelling duties to reunite the prince with her mother. He takes a moment to collect himself before he tries to venture out of the back room, unsteady on his feet and suddenly extraordinarily tired. 

“You know, the young man does have a family,” comes a soft voice through his haze. “That is, if he wants one.” 

���Excuse me?” Kurapika says, looking up to find Leorio leaning in the doorway.

“The kid in the ghost story you were telling the little prince,” Leorio elaborates. “It might not be much, but there are other lonely people he’ll meet and be able to keep if you get to the end of the story.” 

Kurapika feels a swell of affection he works hard to stamp down. “Tell me then, doctor. How does the story end?” He knows he should get back to the prince and that he has about a million other duties to attend to, but he wants to humor Leorio for a moment before returning to all of that. 

Leorio readjusts his glasses and pushes gently past Kurapika, settling comfortably in one of the chairs Kurapika had been sitting in. He motions for him to sit in the empty one beside himself. 

“Well,” Leorio begins, “he meets a boy abandoned by his own father who has a heart of gold and enough compassion to understand exactly where this young man is coming from. Then there’s another boy, with a smart mouth and enough trauma to justify all the evil things he could do, but who chooses to move past it and heal, despite the injustice of it all.” Leorio pauses. “Maybe this young man could learn a thing or two from the second kid.” 

Kurapika wants to smile, he really does, but he just can’t make the corners of his mouth upturn any more than to simply set his lips in a straight line. He hopes his attempt reaches his eyes, at least, as he looks at the man beside him. “Anyone else?” he asks.

“Oh yeah, I was saving the best for last,” Leorio says with a smarmy smile. “The young man meets an incredibly smart and handsome doctor who is on his way to becoming the richest and simultaneously most generous person alive.” He looks at Kurapika with shining eyes. “Together, these four young men with no real families or anyone behind them to cheer them on make their own, strange sort of family. They live happily ever after, healing together and going on all sorts of adventures.” 

Kurapika finds himself actually looking into Leorio’s eyes for the first time in a long time, rather than finding himself in the reflection of his glasses in an attempt to avoid meeting his gaze. He finds that Leorio’s eyes have grown even gentler than they were when he first met him, the eyes of a man who would give all of his limbs and then some just to see one of his people safe and happy. 

“I’ve never heard that ending of the story,” he says, unable to keep his voice from sounding thin and dreamy. 

“Well--” 

Whatever Leorio is about to say is cut short when Bill enters the room to remind Kurapika that their evening lesson with the others is starting soon. 

Kurapika glances helplessly at Leorio as he stands and quickly says, “I hope he finds it. This family you’re talking about.” 

Leorio only offers him a sad smile and watches him go, looking like he has so much more to say despite not having any time in which to say it.

When he puts on his usual, expressionless demeanor he dons before nearly everyone on this god forsaken ship, Kurapika realizes just how little work it is to let Leorio’s words wash over him and just how much he wants what Leorio was saying to be true. 

He wants this little family.

[mousieta]

Thoughts: Sell Your Haunted House

(thru to ep 13)

A twitter moot rec’ed Sell Your Haunted House and since I’m in the middle of a slump, I gave it a shot. The bonus is hubs was walking by just as I started it and he got sucked right in with me (we have fairly different tastes so its fun when something does this - the last one that did this was Crash Landing on You).

I’m down with the basic supernatural premise of eradicating ghosts so people can sell their houses.

What’s really getting me is the role reversal (which I’m always a slut for).Just look at Jang Nara as Hong Ji Ah. Usually our dark broody male hero needs a young, naive virgin girl who softens him up and roughs out his edges and reminds him of his own humanity.

Instead, she’s the stoic, jaded, been doing this for too long the empathy burned away long ago for self-preservation, ghost exterminator and I love her. I love that she’s direct and to the point, she doesn’t have time for bullshit. She trains to be physically strong enough for her job so you can believe she’d hold her own against a bunch of gangsters. 

And she needs a virgin medium for her exorcisms… which…is just perfect. I love that Oh In Beom is such a foil to her- effervescent and cheerful with a touch of smarmy because he is a conman�� lol! Just look how happy he is to see her swoop in to save his day.

Their character arcs have so far been so satisfying - him coming to depend on her and her reconnecting with her humanity through his naive perspective.

I love the pair of them together, they create a wonderful balance - and I love that we get to watch her kick his ass on the regular. There are hints at the romance between them, and I’m ok if it exists fully rendered or if its left lowkey. What I really like is that their connection and care for one another is founded on how - out of all the people in the world - only the two of them can understand what it is exorcism does, the toll it takes on them.

But… what I may be loving most is that - unlike so. many. dramas. where we are given a broody, feisty heroine who can Kick Ass - there is no dumbing down of our leading lady. She is still kicking ass and saving his. She’s at her core still brusque and to the point, with no need for frills or softness. She’s rediscovered her humanity but it hasn’t fundamentally changed her whole personality to be ‘more feminine’ or whatever.

I’m so tired of dramas making their heroines less so they can make their male leads more. Here’s holding out hope that we finish as strong as we’ve been going.  

[littlemisslol-fic]

The boys take a small step towards something more. 

Shorty short baby chapter today, sorry fellas I was tired lol <3 @alistairwrites we vibinnnnn

“You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

 The campfire nearly drowns out Varian’s soft voice, cracking merrily in the center of their campsite. Its light cuts through the darkness of the evening, warm and soft as Hugo and Varian sit on a log, facing one another. Hugo smiles through his cracked lip, blood sliding down his chin. Another drop follows, this time from a cut in his forehead. He blinks through a black eye, focusing on Varian’s melancholy face.

 “Nah, of course I had to.” Hugo grins. The split in his lip only gets more pronounced. Varian scoffs, using water from his canteen to re-wet the blue rag in his hands. He brings it up to dab at Hugo’s face, trying to be gentle. Hugo winces. Varian sighs.

 “Oh, suck it up, you big baby.” Varian mutters, continuing to dab at the nasty cut on Hugo’s forehead. “You shouldn’t have done it, how about that?”

 Hugo continues to grin in a self-satisfied way, pushing his lips out in a pout. “Don’t I even get a thank you?” he whines, leaning closer. “I think I deserve one.”

 Varian can’t help but laugh, pushing him away. “Yeah, thanks for getting your ass kicked so hard I had to drag you out of there.”

 Hugo’s pout sinks into something real that that- another line of blood falls down and nearly drips into his eye. Varian rolls his eyes, pushing Hugo’s glasses up onto his head to wipe it away.

 “Thank you.” He finally says, quietly, softly, looking away towards the fire. “You didn’t have to, but you did.”

 Hugo pauses, leaning back and letting his face fall. “That guy was being a dick.” Hugo grunts, looking out in the opposite direction, towards the darkness of the forest. “You didn’t deserve that.”

 Varian sighs again, moves back to dabbing at Hugo’s face.

 “Still.” He murmurs. “Thank you. I appreciate you trying to step in.”

 Hugo shrugs. The smile that takes over his face this time is more genuine, something softer and open in a way that Varian’s never really seen from him before. It makes him look younger, less harsh- almost handsome. The younger teen shakes himself; this wasn’t the time for those kinds of thoughts. Hugo needed medical attention, not for Varian’s big, stupid crush to rear its ugly head and make an ass of them both.

 “But.” Varian says with a grimace as he lifts up Hugo’s hand, biting his lip at the sight of split, bruised knuckles. “You still didn’t really win.”

 “Hey, he stopped trying to flirt with you, didn’t he?” Hugo grins- and there it was. The reason they were dancing around, trying not to acknowledge why Hugo had felt the need to step in between Varian and one of the townsfolk they’d run into while hunting for supplies. The guy had been flirty, smarmy and gross, but nothing Varian couldn’t handle after a few years of people trying to get into the Royal Engineer’s good graces- or, more specifically, his bed- and yet, when the guy hadn’t taken no for an answer and had gotten aggressive, there was Hugo.

 And then there was the fight.

 Varian bites at his lip as he quietly cleans Hugo’s split knuckles with the damp cloth. Hugo winces at the contact, but Varian can see how he holds it back. Trying to seem tough, Varian muses, trying and failing.

 “I guess I’ll give you that.” He finally answers, thinking back to Hugo’s question. “He did run pretty fast.” Varian snorts at the memory. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone run that quickly at the sight of a guard.”

Hugo laughs as well, mouth twisting into a grin. “I bet I could catch him.” The blond muses, staring off into the distance as if the guy was waiting in the bushes. “We could see if he had anything good on him-”

 “Hey, no.” Varian chides, pressing on a bruise harder than was needed to draw Hugo’s attention back. “No stealing, you promised.”

 “It’s barely stealing.” Hugo shrugs, “He would’ve earned it.”

 “For being a dick?”

 “For touching you.”

 Varian… pauses. The hand holding the rag freezes in mid air. Hugo squints for a brief second before his eyes go wide, the blond stuttering.

 “I- wait, okay- wipe that look off your face.”

 Varian feels his face settle into a small, bashful smile, looking away as Hugo continues to panic.

 “No, listen, you’re a pain in my ass-” Varian blushes harder at the obvious attempt to divert, “-and you’re annoying as hell- stop looking at me like that-”

 Hugo’s bright red now, hands up to smack Varian’s out of the way. Both of them are cherry red in the light of the fire, Varian slowly lowering his gaze to the ground as Hugo flails. He buries his face in his hands to try and stop the flush of his skin, covering his eyes as the blond next to him continues to try and do damage control. The bubble of embarrassed laughter takes him by surprise, but he goes along with it.

 “-and your dorky backpack sucks.” Hugo says, as if that helps any of the awkwardness go away. Varian only laughs harder, pressing the heels of his palm into his eyes. The younger teen looks up at Hugo with a sigh, the giggles peeling off into a frustrated sigh.

 “You know, it’s okay to like people.” Varian says as if that fixes anything. “If you’d let someone in, I’d bet they’d surprise you.”

 Hugo purses his lips, unbelieving. “Nah.” He shrugs, “I know you’re all about that touchy-feely shit, but I’m not.”

 Hugo shoves at Varian’s hand, not roughly but with more than enough force to get it out of the way, and stands. He starts to stalk towards the tents, the flush still prominent on his pale skin. Varian lunges to his feet, grabbing at Hugo’s wrist before he can get too far.

 They stand like that, frozen in time. The campfire crackles; it’s the only noise in the clearing. Hugo looks back to Varian with an expression of shock, confused and still blushing. Varian freezes, unsure, stuttering, what is he even-

 Before he can stop himself, he moves forwards, pressing a light kiss to Hugo’s cheek.

 “Thank you.” He whispers, letting go of Hugo’s wrist and stepping back in a fluid movement. The blond in front of him goes stiff, the tightness in his shoulders and spine apparent in the firelight. Varian backs off at that, pressing the canteen into Hugo’s lax hands. He spins in a quick movement, moving towards his own tent before things can get any more awkward-

 But as Varian chances a small look back, he can see Hugo’s hand gently touching the place he’d kissed with a reverence, a soft smile taking over the blond’s face. Something fragile and sweet.

 And Varian can’t help but smile, too.

[desiringparadise]

Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn’t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

.

Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

.

This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against. 

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC. 

The End.

[seanfalco]

Road Trip: Punk!AU

Fandom: The Witcher Pairing: Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn (oc), Punk!Geralt x Punk! Yennefer, Punk!Jaskier x Reader Word Count: 2963 Rating: T Taglist: @ficsandcatsandficsandcats, @nevadawolfe, @magic-multicolored-miracle, @coffee-and-stories a/n: This installment is really oc heavy sorryyyy.  Also I’m really terrible at writing lyrics, so please forgive my shitty attempt lol.  The next part will be supplied by @ficsandcatsandficsandcats :3

{Part I}{Part II}{Part III}{Part IV}

Part V - If You Need Anyone

Chicago had been fun.  

After her talk with Win, Aevryn felt like a weight had been lifted from her lungs.  She still wasn’t talking with Yennefer, which stung, and Valdo’s request for her to listen to his new album hung over her head, twisting her stomach anxiously, but at least one thing was okay.

I release you.

She’d finished out the rest of the city with a genuine smile on her face, glad that Jaskier had begged for them to stop and have some fun, forgetting her worries for at least a few hours.

Back in Roach Aev sat in the backseat as the others piled in for the night, exhausted, putting her earbuds in as Win’s comforting presence settled next to her.  Leaning against the darkened van window she watched the dark lake shore fly by with the blur of headlights, the city skyline shrinking in the distance, an empty ache settling in her chest.  Valdo’s album was set to drop soon and she didn’t know if she was ready.  

True she’d put on one of his songs the other morning as she’d drove, just to hear his voice, but it had been one she’d heard many times before.  This new album was uncharted territory and she worried it might dredge up more emotions she wasn’t sure if she was ready to face yet; there was still so much to unpack there, things long buried.

Unlocking her phone she opened up her twitter messages, reading them over again when a new message alert popped up.

@valdomarxofficial: Hey, happy birthday, beautiful.  Am I the first to wish you that?  I hope so.

Shit, she swore, eyes flicking up to the top bar of her phone that displayed the time, to see that it was indeed a couple minutes after midnight, July 31st.  Her birthday.

Groaning at the thought of what embarrassing things her bandmates’ were going to attempt to do to celebrate, a slight giddiness filled her chest that Valdo had been the first to remember.

@aeverona: You are, actually.  I’m impressed you remembered.

@valdomarxofficial:  You wound me, love.  How could I forget something so important?  Are you doing anything special to celebrate?

Shaking her head fondly, Aevryn scooted down further in her seat, chewing her lip, fighting back a smile as her fingers flew over the onscreen keyboard.

@aeverona:  you prick, there are a lot of important things you’ve forgotten over the years... but i’m glad you messaged me.  No, we’re just driving right now, everyone’s asleep.

@valdomarxofficial: a shame, you should be the center of attention at a decadent party thrown in your honour.  Perhaps i’ll have to rectify that.  Well, if you have nothing better to do, consider this your birthday gift from me.  x

Attached was a download link from his bandcamp and Aev sighed at the sight.  He really wanted her to listen, didn’t he?

@aeverona: a bit self absorbed, are we?  lol  okay, i give in i’ll listen to it

Taking a deep breath she clicked the link to the download.  While she waited she turned back to the window, pressing her cheek to the cool glass.  She could hear Yennefer’s voice in her head, as if her friend could read her thoughts even now.  Don’t.  How many times are you going to let him hurt you?

She closed her eyes.

—

Yennefer pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders as she shifted in the passenger seat, trying to find a comfortable spot while avoiding glancing at Geralt behind the wheel.  The soft music he had turned on had effectively lulled the rest of the van to sleep, but her thoughts swirled, keeping her awake.  

She could sense Geralt’s eyes flicking to her every so often and sighed, sitting up in the seat, unable to will herself to sleep anyway.  Her change in posture signified that she wanted to talk, but an awkward silence fell over them while Geralt merely waited.

“So… what did you and Jaskier do today when we split up?” she asked without looking at him.

Geralt glanced at her, a ghost of a smile tracing his lips for a moment.

“We climbed a rock wall.”

Yennefer jerked in surprise, her dark eyes peering back at Jaskier, snoring softly.  “But he hates heights.”

“I know,” Geralt replied with a soft snort, wanting to say more, though the words died on his tongue.  Silence fell once more.  

Several miles passed.

“What about you and [Y/N]?”  

Yennefer shrugged.  “We rode the carousel and talked.”

“Oh?”

“Yep.”  Yennefer answered simply.  “I got to ride a dragon.”

Geralt snorted in amusement.  “Very you.”

Yen’s answering laugh lifted his spirits, buoying him even as silence fell once more.  At least she was talking to him again.

—

Aevryn startled awake as the van slowed, turning off the highway into a brightly lit truck stop.  Geralt threw Roach into park and got out.  The others stirred slightly, but no one woke.  Aev looked down at her phone.  Fuck, she thought angrily, Valdo’s album list staring her in the face.  She hadn’t meant to fall asleep.  It had only been an hour and a half, but now that she was awake and filled with nervous energy she didn’t think she could just sit there.  

Carefully extricating herself from the depths of the van she slipped out the sliding door, following Geralt into the rest stop.  The usually stoic drummer gave a start when he turned from the cooler, drink in hand, to find her standing right behind him.

“Jesus Aev,” he growled, frowning, stepping around her to go pay.

“Can I drive for a bit, Gery?”  Aevryn asked, quickly grabbing another Red Bull from the cooler before jogging to catch up to him, flashing him a smarmy smile as he grabbed a box of Little Debbie snack cakes.

“Don’t call me that,” Geralt grunted, setting his purchases on the counter.  After a moment he grabbed the giant can out of her hand to set with his stuff before handing the cashier a worn twenty.

“Please?” Aevryn asked.  “If I don’t keep my hands busy I’ll go crazy.  And I need to keep my mind off some… stuff.”

“Hmm.”  

The cashier handed him his change and Geralt handed Aev her drink.  

“You’re not tired?” he asked, giving her a pointed look, his light hazel eyes studying her sharply, knowingly.

“No.”

“Hmm.”  After a moment Geralt nodded and shoved the box of cakes at her.  “Here.  This is for you.”

Aevryn ducked her head to hide her grin as she followed Geralt back to the van, noticing the cakes were mini birthday cakes.

Taking the driver’s seat Aevryn buckled in and stuck her headphones in her ears, not wanting to face a repeat of the other morning as she listened to Valdo’s new music.  If Jaskier happened to wake up and heard it he would flip his shit, and on top of everything else going on, that was the last thing Aev wanted to deal with.  She still didn’t know how she was going to break it to him that she was on speaking terms with her ex again, amongst other things. 

Taking a swig of her energy drink and stuffing one of the snack cakes in her mouth she turned on the first song as she pulled back onto the highway.  

This album is a letter, one I should have written long ago.

Valdo’s low voice in her ear sent an involuntary shiver down her spine and her breath caught at his words, fending off the intrusive thought that he was speaking directly to her before the guitar swelled, leading into the next song and Aev nearly barked a surprised laugh at the opening notes -- a cover of one of her favourite songs.

Not usually one to care for covers, she couldn’t help but admit that it was good; Valdo’s voice filling each familiar lyric with new meaning, and again it felt as though he were singing for her and her alone, a private performance that the masses might peer into, but never truly understand.  The next song was an original one, but again with an easter egg she felt was strangely meant for her to uncover.  Valdo’s haunting vocals were joined by another voice, barking and raspy, and instantly recognizable to Aevryn.

That fucking bastard, she thought, shaking her head in disbelief, though a smile stole across her face like a thief.  He’d just had to go and collaborate with her favourite musician -- one so obscure that not even Jaskier knew she listened to.  Now he was just showing off.  

As she continued to listen, each song had something jump out at her, some lyric that tickled her memory or a reference to some in-joke shared between the two of them as teens, and it was becoming more and more difficult to believe that these were just coincidences.  Looking down at her phone she realized she was already on the final song and that’s when it happened.

The opening notes were accompanied by a lonely piano chord and the instant mood change gripped her, holding her hostage as she listened raptly, her hands tightening on the steering wheel.  Valdo’s voice trembled with emotion, weaving poetry that would certainly steal anyone’s breath away -- personal and raw, but the words hit her like a train, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open.

Darling, it was always you, since day one, I knew, I was smitten, I admit, but it was more than that. After all, ‘just friends’ don’t look at each other like that. ‘Just friends’ don’t kiss each other like that.

It nearly took this immature fuckup too long to realize, What you meant when you said I needed you. And by then it was almost too late. How was I to know you’d need me too? I never told you, when you lay in that hospital bed, unsure if you’d ever wake, It nearly killed me, it drove me mad. Not caring what might become of me I went to his house and I went to bat, I lashed out in hate. Please don’t tell me it was all for nothing...

Her throat suddenly dry, Aevryn swallowed as the song continued on.  

It was her.  It was their life. 

Had he really done that, she wondered, her breath shallow as a memory she’d fought hard to bury surfaced hazily.  When she’d woke in the hospital after telling him why she’d done it, he was lying in the bed with her, his cut lip and bruised knuckles standing out in stark relief now.  She’d never really questioned where they came from before. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered; her hand covering her mouth as her lip trembled and a single tear fell. 

This song was about her, for her.  No, not just this song, she realized -- “this album is a letter…”

As Valdo continued to spin their story, the highs and the heartbreaks, his fuck-ups and regrets -- it broke her anew and soon she was wracked with silent sobs, tears flowing freely down her cheeks til she could barely see the road before her.  

Forgive me Aev, I never deserved you in the first place, but I want to be the man that does.  

In the passenger seat Yennefer stretched, a soft sound catching her attention and she opened her eyes slowly.

“Aev?” she asked softly, noticing her friend in the driver’s seat.  Then she noticed she was crying.  “Fuck, Aev!  What’s wrong?” Yennefer sat up quickly, reaching out to touch Aevryn’s arm.

“That fucking bastard,” she managed to choke out, crying harder and Yennefer quickly glanced in the back to make sure it hadn’t woken anyone else.  Her violet eyes swung back to Aevryn and then noticed the wires going to her ears connected to her phone and she snatched it up, her stomach dropping when she saw what her friend was listening to.

“Aevryn, why?” she demanded, disappointment and anguish thick in her voice.  “Why would you do this to yourself?”

“He asked me to listen to it,” she sobbed.  “It was for me.  The whole damned thing!”

“Aev, I think you need to pull over,” Yennefer urged, anxiously eyeing the sign for the next turn off.

Aevryn nodded and did as she was asked, barely able to see through her tears.  As soon as Roach was stopped, she jumped out, walking swiftly away, though not as if she knew where to.  “Aev!” Yennefer called after her, circling the van to chase after her.

At the slam of the van door Geralt sat up abruptly as the others stirred groggily.

“What was that?  Why are we stopped?” Jaskier asked, looking around, the feeling that something wasn’t right gripping him, waking him faster.  “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Geralt answered, worriedly watching Yennefer take off after Aevryn.

—

“Aevryn!”  Yennefer finally caught up to her friend and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.  “Talk to me, please,” she begged.  She’d never seen Aev look so lost.

Wiping her jacket sleeve across her damp face, Aevryn sniffled, trying to calm her breaths.  “I knew you’d tell me not to listen to it, but… but I did.  I couldn’t help it.  I had to know why he wanted me to hear it so badly.  And I know now.  It was for me.  It was his apology.  The whole fucking thing.  He even released it on my fucking birthday.”

Yennefer gaped at her, unsure how to respond.  If what she said was true… well, it certainly sounded exactly like something Valdo would do; he was nothing if not that extra.

“Just… just listen to the last song,” Aevryn exclaimed, holding out her phone.  Wordlessly Yen took it and put the earbuds in her ears.

It felt like an eternity elapsed as Aev waited, Yennefer’s face an unreadable mask as she listened.  When it was done Yennefer took a deep breath and pulled the headphones from her ears.

“I must admit he certainly has gone to lengths to get his point across.”

“I still love him, Yen,” Aevryn said softly.

“I know,” Yennefer replied simply, holding her arms out.

With a soft sob Aev surged forward and Yennefer wrapped her arms around her, letting her cry against her chest, her fingers combing through her friend’s messy hair til she was all cried out.

“I want to make it work,” she said thickly through the remnants of her tears.  “I want to give him a second chance.”

“I know,” Yennefer murmured soothingly, her heart twisting with hope and fear for her friend.  She knew all she could do now was support her in her decision.

“I’m so sorry Yen,” she exclaimed, tears running down her cheeks once more.  “I don’t want us to fight anymore.  I want you to look after me.”

“I will always look after you.  You know that.”  Yen’s voice shook as her arms tightened around Aevryn.  That was how Geralt found them and Yennefer raised her eyes meeting his silent gaze as she gave Aev one last squeeze before stepping back.

“I need to call him,” Aevryn murmured absently, glancing over her shoulder to throw an imploring look at Geralt before directing it at Yennefer, who knew what she was asking of them wordlessly.

“Don’t worry about the others,” Yennefer said, smoothing Aevryn’s hair with her hands.  “We’ll be waiting at the van.”

With a nod Aev watched Yennefer and Geralt head back and she waited for them to pass out of sight before pulling her phone out.  Despite the hour she had a feeling that Valdo was waiting for her call and sure enough the phone only rang once before he answered.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Aev whispered, her voice trembling.  “I listened to it.”

“Yeah?”  Valdo asked, the hope in his tone unmistakable.

“Yeah.  You fucking asshole, you could have warned me,” she exclaimed, though there was no heat in it.  “Did you mean it -- everything you said in there?  You’re being absolutely serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack, babe.”

“Please don’t joke right now, Valdo.”

“I’m not.”  She could hear him breathe, a shaky sound that rattled her own chest.  “Can I see you?”

“Yeah.  I’d like that,” Aev answered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

—

“Yen, Geralt, what the fuck is going on?  Is Aev okay?”  Jaskier demanded as his bandmates walked side by side back to Roach.  You and Win were both out of the van as well, worry gripping you as Jaskier’s tension bled into you.  

“She’s alright,” Yennefer answered as Geralt clapped a hand to Jaskier’s shoulder as he passed.

“But-but what’s going on?” he asked, the helplessness in his voice twisting your heart.

The sigh that left Yennefer’s lungs was heavy with the secrets she couldn’t yet tell him.  For it truly wasn’t her place to tell Jaskier, though she also didn’t like keeping him in the dark.  Beside Valdo he was Aevryn’s oldest friend.

“She listened to something that made her a little emotional and I didn’t want her to crash the van because she was crying.”  

It technically wasn’t a lie.

“What did she--?” Jaskier cut off before finishing his question, his lips twitching into a frown.  “Aevryn…” he grumbled, something akin to exasperation creeping into his voice as he closed his eyes.

Just then she walked back to the van, stopping next to Yennefer, looking rather small.  “I’m okay now.  I’m sorry for worrying everyone,” she said softly, not quite meeting Jaskier’s gaze before climbing back into the van.

“Jask?” you asked, slipping your hand in his as you looked up at him.

He watched his friend, worrying his lip, clear blue eyes cloudy with worry and hurt.  “If what I think is happening, I’ll kill him.”

[thoughtsoftheantagonist]

A Song for You

AN: I am super late posting and I'm sorry. lol This week has been jampacked for me but here it is the wedding is at the end of this and i hope you enjo. Let me know your thoughts.

Chapter Thirteen

Joy POV

She hadn't felt this light since the day she met Juan, they were headed for the barn for the meeting and she had found her thoughts clear and for the first time in what seemed like months she wasn't terrified of what was going to happen next. That might come to bite her in the ass later but right now she was enjoying it, the only thing she was missing was Juan and tomorrow was meant to be their wedding. She had been so focused on everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours that she felt like she rarely had a second to miss him or let the fact that she would be Joy Ortiz come midnight tomorrow, she hated that but she knew he would be thankful she had been distracted. He hated her in pain, pulling up to the barn she parks beside Chibs, pulling her helmet off she stands and makes her way to her father's side, grinning as he plans a quick kiss of greeting to the top of her head as Jax walls up. “ What's up?” she moves to Chibs side, letting his arm rest on her shoulder she eyes the crates in the van “Got one of each big gun in the back of the van.” Jax nods, patting her father on the arm as they all walk towards the van, Jax points to her and her dad as he talks “Okay, good. You and Joy take a walk, all right? Make sure none of the Wahewa are around.” they both nod and she breaks away from Chibs, following her father into the wooded area, her eyes narrowed and bouncing around she make sure no other person was around.

She almost jumps when her father's voice breaks the silence. “How are you girl? Sleep ok? I was gone before you got up.” She sighs, her fingers twirling the ends of her curls “As good as I can be. Showed Jax the letters. The fall out wasn't as horrible as I was expecting. He is in a rage about Clay, feels betrayed and is now watching his mother closely which is good. Gemma needs to get a fucking hobby.” Her father chuckles and tosses a twig he yanked off a tree at her leg. She smirks and flips him off. “He plans to kill Clay dad. And we aren't gonna stop him.” she glances at her father, seeing his shoulders slump she hates how this affects him. This club is one of the biggest focuses in his life next to her and grandma. These men are brother in everything but blood, so to know one is up for death is hard. She will admit to some part of her wishing Clay hadn't done this. But he did, he put this on himself. She walks over to her father, wrapping her arm around his waist he wraps his heavy, ink splatter arm across her shoulders as they walk back to the barn.They make it to the barn time for Romeo to pull up, she nods her head towards the man as they all walk into the barn, she and her father stood off to the side, eyes never staying in one place too long. She and her father both turn to watch the door as the Kings finally arrive, fashionably late she guess, the fuck did they think they were?

She resigns herself to a long meeting, but once Gaalan realizes Clay isn't in attendance things quickly turn ugly. The way Gaalan eyes Jax she can't help but move her hand towards her kabar, but she is stopped by her father. Glancing up at him she sees his eyes are still on Jax and Gaalan, but he slowly shakes his head before releasing her hand. Fine, she would stand down until told otherwise, she watches the introductions between the Irish and Romeo with some faint amusement. Gaalan looks to her like a pouting child as he shakes hands with Romeo and Torres before turning his full attention back to Jax. “When will Clay be back on his feet?” Jax shakes his head, stepping closer to the taller Irishman “It's hard to say right now. We're up to speed on schedules and routes so I'll be able to talk you through everything.” She knows Jax did his homework, things would go smoothly with him at the wheel, but it seems Gaalan wasn't having that shit “No, you won't. I made it very clear to Clay the only way this deal happens is if he's running it.”

She was so fucking tired of men like Gaalan, it was on his time or no time, his way or the highway. And honestly she was about ready to kill the smug bastard herself, she feels her father latch onto the back of her shirt, she didn't even notice she had taken a small step forward. Lucky for her only her father noticed. Jax had enough to deal with already and now Gaalan wants to play the pissed off teen, but Jax handles it better than she thought he would, taking a moment to get his mouth in check he replies “Galen, we run things as a club. We can make this work without Clay.” the smirk on Gaalan’s face makes her bare her teeth, the man is a dick, smarmy and smug “It's not just about making it work. It's about trust. I have little in you, and less in them. When Clay is back at the table, we can discuss the deal. Until then, there is none.” She watches them walk away, her good mood from earlier shattered to pieces on the floor, she watches Chibs calm Jax down before Romeo steps into his space. She couldn't hear anything but she sees Jax nod and tell everyone to step out.

She nods, turning she gets to the door but before she can get out she is stopped my Romeo. “Not you. You and Jax stay.” She turns around, her eyes wide as she looks at Jax and Romeo, Jax's seemed just as confused if not more so then she was. She hugs her father, feeling him slip something into the inner pocket of her cut before she pulls away, making her way to Jax's side, she watches Romeo silently signal his men to close off the doors, sticking close to Jax's side her eyes never stop moving, she wasn't sure why they had her stay behind but she had a very, very bad feeling. As she counts how many gunmen were up in the rafters Jax lays it all on the table. “Look, I'm sorry. We really thought we could pull this off. Truth is we're in over our heads. I know Clay thought we could make this work, but we can't. We're not drug mulers, big arms dealers. We're small-time, man. We can't do this anymore.” six gunmen up top and one at each barn door. She finally looks back at the two men before her and Jax and what she sees confuses her, a silent Conversation that lasts no more than a second before the men are pulling badges from their pockets “I’m afraid we're at cross purposes, Mr. Teller.” She feels her stomach fall out of her ass, CIA…..well the NCS but still Jesus fuck they had been mulling for the underarm of the CIA.

She can't help but release a panic filled chuckle, slapping a hand over her mouth as Jax curses “Oh, shit.” Her hand slides down and she narrows her eyes at Romeo as he speaks “Otto Delaney did sell you out. U. S. Attorney was gonna crush this meet with RICO. We stopped them because we need this relationship to continue. CIA is subsidizing Galindo. We need the money from the coke and the Irish guns to do that.” she runs her hands through her tangled curls and sighs. “Control the drugs you control the politics. Jesus fuck.” She yanks her hands from her hair, her brain like a loose freight train, barreling down the tracks at high speed as Jax tries to reason with Romeo “ You just heard O'Shay. He won't deal with me.” The men shrug him off “Then you better make sure Clay gets well. Soon. Because if you don't, we'll give RICO the green light.” Her dad and Juan in jail, her club destroyed, Able and Thomas without a father. Jax seemed to be caught up in the same spiral as she was, moving in front of him she takes over “Do the Feds have Bobby and Juan?” she already knew they had Juan, but she didn't want to expose how much she already knew to them.

Romeo gives her a look of bullshit sympathy and shakes his head “Just Munson, we have no idea where your fiancé is Ms. Lowman.” She knew he was lying but she fixed her face to look as distressed as possible by the news as he continues “Mr.Munson is who Delaney gave up to establish history. U. S. Attorney has more than enough to indict. When things are running smoothly with the Irish I'll do my best to get Munson clear of all the charges.” She looks you At Jax as he finally pulls himself together, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he steps closer to the three of them “Look, whoever replaces Clay might not want this. Samcro could vote the cartel down.” the look on Romeos face as he stares Jax down makes her heartbreak as he says “It's not gonna happen because you will be taking the reins. And all this stays between us. If anyone else finds out the club, your families, we'll crush your MC.” he had almost made it out, the look of devastation on Jax's face makes her clench her fist in rage for her brother. All he wanted was his old lady and his boys out of here, now it would never happen, and again it all came down to them.

Staring at the ground she freezes, pieces of the puzzle clicking into place in rapid succession, looking up at the two men with cold, rage-filled eyes she puts a hand to Jax's chest and moves him back so she is in front of him “Did you know that Clay wanted Tara dead? Were you the ones he hired? Where you the ones who cut me open!?” she feels her body shaking, Jax's hands move to rest on her shoulders but she roughly shoves them off, her eyes locked on Romeos. “He thought she knew too much about our business. We wouldn't have hurt her and you weren't meant to be there.” she snarls, stepping into Romeos face “ I was there and your men cut me open. Tara has a cast up to her knee because of you bastards.” She lets Jax wrap his arm around her stomach, pinning to arms to her sides as he yanks her back roughly into his chest as Luis tries to explain “We were going to debrief her and you. Keep you both in protective custody. If you hadn't fought them you both would be fine Ms.Lowman” She stares at him in disbelief, if she hadn't…..what fucking logic was that. Romeo steps between Luis, her and Jax. She tries to wriggle out of Jax's hold but he just clinched her tighter. “I'm sorry for what happened. But we've gotta ask, is she a threat?” her eyes lock with his and she hisses through her teeth “She knew nothing about you. Clay used you to Handle a family argument. He isn't mentally stable, this had fuck all to do with the cartel.” Romeo keeps their eyes locked, testing to see if she was lying. Apparently, he saw the truth there stepping back from them he looks between her and Jax, his stance relaxed but his eyes, bore into her as he speaks not just to her but to Jax “What you're thinking, what you're feeling bury it, both of you. Because if Clay goes away, so do you two and all your brothers. We'll be in touch.”

Once they leave she sags against Jax, letting him turn her she wraps her arms around his waist, her face buried into his Chest as she sobs, she could feel him shaking, his face hidden in the top of her head, she could feel the wet splatter of tears as he held her. Her brother was caught, he wouldn't be able to leave without watching this club burn. And she knew he wouldn't let it happen. Turning her face she whispers into the fabric of his shirt “I'll figure this out Jaxs. I promise I'll get you out of here.” he says nothing, just clenches her tight and presses a kiss to her head before releasing her and taking off outside. She watches him go, her heart breaking for the man he could have been, and the man he will become because of this.

Juice POV

He was currently watching the shield, wasn't really his kinda show but it was something to think about other then the RICO crackdown. He had prayed, for the first time in a long fucking time that Joy or Hap hadn't been there, but he knew it was futile. After the failed abduction Joy had told him her and Jax were closer. As if the near-death experience created a bond between them, normally he would feel worried or paranoid of something between them but not Joy. Something in him knew that Joy would never love someone like she loved him, Jax was a brother, she saved his old lady and the mother of his child with no thought of herself. His girl was a hero to Jax, and he was glad she did it. Even if she would now have a scar for it, he doubt she cared all that much. He is broken from his thoughts as the cell door swings open, he eyes Eli as he closes the door, his face is a mask but his eyes refuse to meet Juan's. His heart drops “Shit. How many guys did they arrest? Joy? Hap? Fuck say something!” Roosevelt finally looks at him, his body sags again the wall as the man finally replies “None. Happy and Joy Lowman are fine. It didn't happen. RICO's gone away for now. They'll be cutting you loose soon.”

He sits up, his hands rested on his lap as he lets it wash over him, Joy is fine, Hap is fine, the club isn't in Jail. His hand comes up to roughly scrub over his Mohawk as he looks at Roosevelt in disbelief “What does that mean for me?” he takes in the man's haggard appearance, he finds himself wanted to ask the man if he is ok. But he shakes that off quickly as the man replies “Means the U. S. Attorney doesn't have any leverage on you. Intel on your daddy's been purged.” his eyes glance at the file in Roosevelt's hand he hadn't noticed before. He feels his face go blank as it's opened to him. His old mugshot stares back at him a lot side the photo of his father, smiling his smile back at him. Roosevelt tosses the open file onto the cot in front of his feet, his eyes jump from his father back up to Roosevelt “That is the only proof. Thought I'd give you the satisfaction of tearing it up.” Eli turns to leave, he leans back against the wall, his eyes watching the man for a moment and before he can stop himself he asks “Why you doing this?”

Eli stops, turning to the side the man rubs a hand over his face before locking eyes with him “It's simple. You're a criminal. You do bad shit. I'm a cop. I stop you. I just wanna get back to that. Plus, I don't have a gift for your wedding. That's mine to both of you.” all the anger, the worry, the sleepless nights where he would just watch Joy sleep in fear he would be put away because of Roosevelt and his bullshit, seemed to drain from his bones. Leaning his head back against the wall, he nodded “Yeah, okay. But, you should know Joy will skin you if you don't at least bring money in a card.” He smirks at the tired chuckle that gets from the officer. The moment is broken as the ATF agents open the cell door, he was going home. He nods to Roosevelt and gets to work slipping his shoes on. Hold on Joy. I'm coming home baby.

Hour time jump

Pulling up to the house he sees Hap outside with Sonny. Crouching he grins as Sonny rushes for his legs, he scratches the pup under his chin and behind his ears as Hap walks over to him. “You good kid?” he nods and grabs the hand offered to him as hap yank him up, holding sonny he heads inside and he instantly looks around for his girl. Looking down the hall he sees their door closed and gave Hap a look of confusion. “Why is she napping at four in the afternoon?” he puts down sonny, following hap into the kitchen, grabbing a seat at the island he watches his soon to be father in law rummage around in Joys cut laid on the kitchen island before tossing something his way which he catches easily. Looking down in his hand he sees a recorder, looking back up at Hap he tilts his head as the man finally talks “I want you to hold all your questions until I get all this out. A whole lot of shit went down while you were in holding.” he nods, putting the recorder on the kitchen island. Giving hap his full attention. “First I'm going to tell you the whole truth.”

For the next half hour, he was brought up to speed on everything. Piney being murdered, Clay being the one who did it. Opie finding out and Jax and Joy saving him from killing Clay, but not being fast enough to stop the shooting, Clay being in the hospital in critical condition and finally Jaxs knowing about the letters. So much had happened and if he was honest he was glad he was sitting, his mind was having issues taking it all in. A part of him was grieving Piney while another part was angry Clay was still alive. He is broken from his thoughts when Hap snaps at him “Hey focus we are almost done.” he sighs and scrubs his hands over his face and nods for Hap to continue. Hap tosses him a water and grabs one for himself before continuing. “At the meet today Gaalan showed his pale Irish ass like the bitch he is, Apparently he and Clay had an agreement that if Clay wasn't in the driver's seat of this deal he wasn't riding shotgun. After he left like a pouty little bitch Romeo asked Jax and oddly enough Joy to stay….” Hap stops his story as they both hear the back bedroom door open. The sound of small shuffling feet on the hardwood make him grin. He watches Joy shuffle around the corner, her hair is a tangled mess on her head, wearing a pair of sweats and one of her father's largest sweats she was the prettiest thing he had seen all day.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she sees him sitting at the island and quickly shuffles over to him, he turns to her just as she gets to him. Standing between his knees she snuggles into his chest and he wraps her up in his arms, closing his eyes he nuzzles his face into the wild curls at the top of her head letting the bed warm clothes and skin comfort and calm his raising thoughts, like only she could. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, her face in his chest, her arms around him and her sneaky hands under the back of his shirt. His face in her fragrant curls, but when they finally came back to reality Hap was gone, a note left on the Kitchen Island where he had been. He snatches up the note as Joy nuzzles her face into his neck, her soft lips kissing and nipping at his skin. Reading the note he chuckles 

Tried to tell you both Jax called but apparently, you both went deaf. He wants Joy to meet him at the hospital about Clay. I'm gonna chill at the club house. Joy should fill you in on the last bit of the meeting since it was just her and Jaxs. Or so she thought. I took the recorder with me….insurance for tonight.

P.s The wedding is tomorrow. No grandkids yet asshole.

He hands the note to Joy, watching her snicker and ball up the note, placing it on the kitchen island, he grabs her face tilting her head back until she locked eyes with him. He could see she had been crying, pressing kisses to each of her eyes he sighs. “Tell me what happened baby.” She grabs his wrists, not moving his hands from her face but just holding onto him “Romeo and Luis are CIA. They are using Galindo to take over Lobo, you control the drugs you control the politics there. But what got me was that…..it was them. They tried to kidnap Tara, fucking Clay hired them to kill her. And in their words ‘I wasn't meant to be there’ I lost my shit, Juan. I thought I was going to die that day and Torres actually had the balls to say ‘If you hadn't fought back you both would be fine and would have been debriefed and safe in custody.’ like I was actually meant to know I wasn't about to be killed, tortured or…..or….” he hated seeing his girl so fucking distressed. Her pretty golden eyes filled with tears as she seemed to stare through him, her mind replacing what actually happened with what might have happened had she and Tara didn't fight back. He had to snap her out if it, he yanks her into his chest again, one of his hands rubbing her back as he tried to calm her. His strong woman brought to sobs by this pissed him off, now that ATF wasn't going to swoop in and take him and his club he was going to handle this. Gently he pulls her from his chest, giving her a weak smile as he sees her now calm face. 

He brushes both his hands over her curls as she continues “After that, we found out that ATF had you and Bobby. Otto fucking flipped on Bobby because he lied about Georgie. Romeo said as long as this deal goes through he will work on getting Bobby cleared. But with Gaalan not wanting to work with anyone but Clay we have to let him live.” He hated it but he knew they had to do it. Any respect or love he had for Clay was gone the second he sent someone after Tara. If he was honest he had lost a lot of his faith in the man when Donna was killed, he had blamed Tigs blind faith in Clay for a long time until he realized, Tig was doing his Job, it was Clay who pointed him in the direction. He looks back down at Joy and feels his heartbreak, he hates how tears stream down her cheeks and her face turns blotchy and dark red as she tries to explain through her tears.  “And Jax pointed out whoever takes Clays place might not want the cartel. They basically told him that he had to take Clay's place or they would let RICO take everyone in. Jax worked so fucking hard to leave Juan. It's killing him to know he might have to watch Tara leave with the boys.” She was sobbing against and honestly thinks his heart is breaking, he shhh’s her, standing he lifts her up onto the island, pressing a kiss to her overheated cheek he moves quickly to the sink and rummage around in the drawers for a rag, once he finds one he wettings it with cold water he rushes back to Joys side,gently places the cold cloth to her cheek.

He lets her breath and hiccup as he presses the cold cloth to her red cheeks, forehead and over her eyes. He could feel her hands gripping the sides of his shirt, he hated how much she took onto herself and when she couldn't fix everything how she hoped she gets defended so deeply, she took it as something she did wrong when no one, not even Jax saw something like this happening.  Once she is breathing easier, and the red in her cheeks had calmed to a dull pink he puts the now warm rag on the counter, using his hands he makes her look at him. Her eyes are red-rimmed and so fucking defeated, he sighs “In this life. We do the best we can and then we die baby. Don't give me that look you know I'm right.” he chuckles as she gives him a narrowed look before arching a manicured brow at him “You do so much for this club, for me, your father and your grandmother. But you can't fix everything wrong. Though you sure as fuck try.” he grins when her lip ticks at the side, pulling her face to his pecks those pretty pouty lips before continuing “All anyone can do it try. Try to keep going, Try to keep ourselves alive and make this life a good one. You did all you could for Jax and his family baby but this is not your fault, all we can do is what we always do. Take this shit by the horns and deal with it. No more tears, no more doubt. It's not just you anymore, it never really was. But I'll make damn sure you see that from now on. Got me?”

Joy POV

Sitting on the cold marble of the kitchen island, eye level with this man she feels the spiral of blame and anger dissipate. She turns her face into his palm, kissing the center as she slides her hands under the sides of his shirt, feeling the warm hard muscles under her fingers. She had missed him so much, no one could shake her from her self-doubt like him. Love blooms in her chest as she replies “Have I ever told you what it does to me when you get strong and protective on me?” she smirks into his palm as he laughs, his answering grin is wide and full of teeth, god how she loved his smile. He drops his hands from her face to settle on her hips, he yanks her forward, her thighs cradling his hips as he speaks in the skin of her neck where he had nuzzled his face. “Maybe once or twice. But it never hurts to hear what I do to you. So please tell me again?” Arousal curls in the pit of her stomach as he bites down where her shoulder meets her neck, the moment is broken when his fingers attack her sides, she shrieks and tries to pull away from him, Sonny races over and barks from his place at Juan's feet. After a moment she is a laughing, whimpering mess as Juan stops his assault, she leans heavily against him as she tries to calm herself.

But sadly the real world was calling her. She reluctantly untangles herself from him, and slides off the island, looking up at him she smiles softly “As much as I would love to show you just how much it effects me. I need to meet Jax. I know you just got home but I would like you to come with me, I don't want to be away from you for a while.” She hates how needy she sounds but Juan, fucking bless him. He just grins and nods. “Let me take a quick shower and change. Send Jax a text and tell him to give us thirty minutes and you will be there.” she smiles and takes the quick kiss he bestows on her before walking past her with a quick tap to ass. She giggles and goes to sit on the couch, she didn't see a need to change, slip on some shoes and she was ready to go, grabbing her phone to text Jax as she waits for Juan.

Thirty minutes later

They had decided to take Juan's bike, she had curled herself around him tightly as he drove to the hospital, it felt good to be close to him again. She never thought she would be one of those people who missed someone after being away for a day, especially with the year they were apart while he was in Stockton, but maybe she had gotten spoiled by having him close. Pulling up she could see Jax and Tigs bikes here but no one else. Hand in hand she and Juan made it to the waiting room where Jax was waiting. She smiles as Jax greets Juan with a quick hug, she takes her hug and head kiss in greeting before asking Jax “Ready for this?” Jax sighs “Honestly. I'm not sure. Juicy you staying out here?” she glances at Juan and sees him grinning softly at her “This is something you two need you do for your sake. Joy can make her own choices without me there.” she knew she looked like a fool with hearts in her eyes as she gazed at Juan.  Walking over to him she holds his face in her hands, taking his lips regardless of who's watching she melts into him. The past few hours of anger, hate, self-doubt and worthlessness was gone, almost as if they were never really there. Her head was clear and she pulls herself from him panting, looking up at him she smiles “I love you Juan.” he nods and gently shoves her towards the door where Jax was waiting for her.

Jax grins and wraps an arm around her shoulder, leading her through the white sterile hall towards Clays room. She sees Tig and gives him a small hesitant grin, She had worried that the way they left each other today had made things strained but from the wink he gives her she knows everything is ok between them, he just has some things he needs to work out for himself. Tig's bright blue eyes bounce between her and Jax as he asks “What did Romeo want?” she was surprised that question didn't send her into another spiral but Juan's words keep repeating in her head over and over ‘All anyone can do it try. Try to keep going, try to keep ourselves alive and make this life a good one.’ He was right. She had put so much pressure on herself to give Jax every chance and the facts he needed to either stay or go that she didn't really how consumed by it she had been, she had traded her pain of missing Juan for focusing on Jax and it had taken a huge chunk out of her ass. One pain for another focus isn't healthy.

Glancing at the man in question she sees his eyes locked on the man currently laid out on the hospital bed. She hadn't taken time to actually look at Clay, the normally giant man seemed to have deflated. Broken and pale in sleep she feels nothing, not rage, not sadness or sympathy. He might as well be a stranger…..and if she was honest he basically was at this point. Everything he had ever said to her had been called into question since the kidnap attempt, she was reading between the lines of everything now and she felt as if he had succeeded in killing some part of her, an innocence she didn't know she still possessed. She keeps her eyes on Clay as Jax speaks to Tig over her head “I'll fill everyone in. Chapel, 8:00.” Tig stands, planting a kiss on the side of her head he moves towards the door as Jax asks him “How's he doing?” she hoped the bastard was miserable. “He's in and out. I'll give you guys a minute with him. I'll call the others, tell them about church.” She finally takes her eyes off the man in the bed and graces Tig with a grin “Juan's in the waiting room if you wanna say hi.”He nods and closes the door. She watches the blank face Jax had been holding in place vanish, his lip curls as his eyes sweep over Clay, glancing at her he nods towards the door and window.

She doesn't need to be told twice. Locking the door she draws down the blinds as a noise startles her and Jax, who quickly hid away the needle Tara had given him as Clay awakens, sliding the oxygen mask from his face he pants out “Son. Joy?” she watches all hope leave Jax's eyes before he locks eyes with her. She knew then he would stay, he would watch his kids and his old lady leave this place and him in the dust, Clay had to live for this club too. She nods and grabs Clays Cut from the chair where it hung as Jax presses his Black Kabar to Clay's throat. The voice that comes from Jax is calm, deadly and honestly scares the shit out of her “I read the letters. I know you killed my father. Piney. You tried to kill Tara and almost killed my sister in arms.” Clays eyes frantically move between her face and Jax's as he grunts “Please.Son.” she smirks as Jax cuts him off, his voice brokers no argument “Don't call me that. The only reason I am not slicing you open right now is because I need this cartel deal to happen and those prick Irishmen won't deal with anyone else.”

Clay stares at Jax, trying to appeal to him, he is a day late and a dollar short. “You gotta let me tell you both…..” Jax chuckles and if she is honest she feels her blood chill, she can see the new man in him and her hatred for Clay resurfaces. Gone was her carefree brother, in his place was emerging a president, cold and calculating. She planned to watch this man closely, she wasn't ready to lose him to his rage. “No. You're done telling me anything. Now I tell you. You're stepping down as president. You can sit at the table. You can have a vote. But that's it. You keep the Irish happy and you stay out of my goddamn way. If you don't I'll let the club read the letters. And I let Opie tell everyone you murdered his old man.” Jax moves away from Clay, keeping the Kabar at his throat he look back at her “Come here. Hold this while I do something.” She steps forward, holding the knife to his neck she grins down at him as he tries to sit up, to speak to Jax but she tilts the blade and shakes her head “Careful old man. Never was good at shaving with a razor, I might cut you.” she smirks as she speaks to Jax as he tosses Clays Cut over his leg, working on removing the President patch one stitch at a time “Who gave you the letters? Gemma? Jax please lis…..” She tilts his head back, watching his blood pebble along the top of the blade, she snarls “No asshole. You were so worried about Tara and Piney you failed to see the real threat was me. I gave Jax the letters, all of them. So Gemma is in the shit house next to you. I want you to stay away from Jax's family, Gemma and mine as well. Don't think about anyone of them or I'll finish what I'm starting right now.” she knows she looks crazed as she watches a line of blood flow from the cut she had just given him, she watches it stain his the top of his hospital gown as she locks eyes with him “I will hang you from your ankles and slice from nose to naval, Ed Gein style. Do you understand me Clay?” he takes a moment before before he speaks “Yeah. I gotta ya.”

She feels Jax's hand on her shoulder, softly pulling her away from Clay, she rocks the knife against his wound as she pulls it away. A dark part of her rejoicing in the hiss of pain it draws from him. Handing the Kabar to Jax she steps back as he throws Clays Cut across his chest. The man sees his President patch missing and locks eyes with Jax “You may as well kill me.” She heads for the door as Jax speaks to the pathetic excuse of a man on the bed “You're already dead.” she hears him spit before she feels him behind her, walking out they don't make it halfway down the hall before Gemma around the corner. She curls her lip at the woman before looking up at Jax, she silently arches a brow, asking if he wants her to leave. With a reluctant nod, she heads down the hall past the older woman, ignoring her as she gives Joy a wide breach. She makes it to the waiting room where she sees Tig and Juan in a deep conversation, she makes her way to Juan's side, her hand rubbing his neck as he talks. Tig glances up at her and grabs her hand “You ok sweetheart?” she squeezes his hand, giving him an honest smile “I am actually. Now that this one is home.” she smirks as Juan stands next to her, pressing a kiss to her cheek she turns to him “Ready to go? I'm starving. Wanna eat before church.” he checks his watch and nods, they got a good two hours before church. “Yeah let me go take a piss and we can go.” She looks down at the still sitting Tig and grins “Wanna come? Burgers on me?” Tig chuckles and stands as well, giving her hand a squeeze as Juan takes off for the bathroom. “No thanks doll. Think I'll head to the clubhouse. Wait out the other guys.” she nods, watching him head towards the door she calls out his name, waiting for him to turn she smiles “You know even though your an asshole. I love you like an uncle right?” he grins “I know kids I love you too.” even with all the shit that had happened these past few days, the constant hits, fails and bumps in this clubs road it was nice to know that some things won't ever change.

Hour time jump

She smirks as she tosses another fry at Juan. Cackling loudly when he catches it with his mouth. She takes a bite of her bacon burger as he finished his wraps. Swallowing she sighs “My dress finally fucking came in. I was having a panic attack that it wouldn't be in before the wedding. It fits perfect, can't wait to see your face when I walk down the aisle.” She fakes a deer in the headlights look, dodging the balled up napkin he tosses at her. Taking a sip of her Pepsi she winks at him “Cake is done, the Wahewa will have our spot cleared up the day for the guys to go set up  of and everything is perfect. All you have to do is show up tomorrow and marry me.” she giggles as he leans across the the table, kissing her forehead before dropping. Back into his seat “All this shit going down. And you still find time to plan a wedding, how the fuck did you pull that off?” he steals another of her fries, smirking as she misses smacking his hand by inches “I'm a woman Juan we are born multitaskers.” he rolls his eyes as she smirks “Gemma, Tara and Lyla….before she vanished were a huge help honestly. Speaking of friends. Have you talked to Chibs about being your best man yet?” she shoves the last of her burger in her mouth as she waits for a reply, when one isn't given she narrows her eyes when Juan's eyes refuse to meet hers, she hisses through her teeth “Juan Carlos our wedding is tomorrow afternoon!” he groans and tilts his head back “I know I know. I'll talk to him tonight I swear. Please don't be angry.” She tries to keep her glare but the big puppy eyes aimed at her crack her in seconds “You need to stop spending time with Sonny. He is rubbing off on you.” he smirks and downs the rest of his water. Wiping his face he stands and pulls her up with him, cleaning off the table they make it outside when her regular phone chimes. Looking down she sees a message from Tara.

Can you please come over. I need to talk to someone.

She has a feeling she knew what about, climbing onto the back of Juan's bike she rests her chin on his shoulder “Drop me off at the house? Tara wants to Talk before church so I'll meet you at the clubhouse when I'm done.” he nods and she pulls on her helmet, wrapping her hands around his waist she slides her under the front of his shirt, smirking when she feels his abs clench as her cold fingers trace the drips and curves as they head towards home. By the time they pull up, she can tell he is keyed up and she doesn't even try to hide her smirk when he has to adjust himself as she gets off the back of his bike. “That's mean as hell you know. Get me hard as a fucking rock and leaving me alone.” she tilts her head back and laughs into the night. “That's for taking so fucking long to ask Chibs you jackass. Do it the second you see him.” she yelps when he yanks her towards him by the front of her dad's pullover, He uses his other hand to hold her throat as his lips roughly take hers, his talented tongue teases her mouth open, by the time he pulls away her thighs are clinched and she knows her lips are bruises.

Resting her forehead against his she pants, feeling his hands leave her shirt and throat they find a new home on her ass and she can't help but smile. “I missed that mouth of yours baby girl.” she shivers at the wrecked tone of his voice, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth she pulls away reluctantly. “I missed yours too...daddy.” he tries to grab her again but she is already out of reach and on her own bike. “I'll meet you at the clubhouse. I love you.” she smiles brightly as he curses under his breath. Taking off down the road for Jax and Taras. Pulling up in the driveway she sees Jax is already gone, looking at her phone she sees it's only fifteen past seven so she has some time. She knocks, but after a minute gets no reply, using the key Tara had given her she finds the living room dark, looking down the hall she sees no light there either until movement out of the corner of her eye makes her look into the kitchen.

There Tara sits, a glass of dark amber liquid in a medium glass and she feels horrible as the fluorescent lights show the tear trails on her cheeks. Looking through the cabinets she finds a glass of her own, sitting across from the still silent woman she pours herself a small glass from the bottle of Jack sat between them and sips as she waits. It seemed an age until the somber woman across from her spoke, her eyes on the glass in her hand. “He told me to leave him. Take our boys and leave him here to rot.” she nods, she figured Jax would say that. Just because he had to suffer didn't mean Tara and the boys had too. Tara pours more into her glass before speaking again “He is mine Joy. I have fought reason and the very core of my being to be here, loving him and having this family with him.” Taras soft sobs are heartbreaking, she may be uppity and isn't one hundred percent about the club. But as a woman so deep in love she barely knew where she ended and he began, she felt a kindred spirit in Tara. Loving a man in this life wasn't ever going to be easy, but as a son, she saw more then Tara did, so she had an advantage in a way.

She reaches across the table, grabbing the crying woman's hand. “You have a choice Tara. You listen to Jax, take Abel and Thomas and get the fuck out of this town. Jax will visit he will still be a father to those beautiful boys because he will love them no different then he did  before.” the woman shakes her head, her sobs growing louder. Standing Joy moves around the table and yanks the woman up and grabbing her head she forces her lock eyes with her “Breath. Match my breathing Tara.” the woman's sobs slowly quiet as the tension from her body finally releases, once her sobs quiet you sniffles Joy continues “Or you can keep fighting for him. Stay here. Work at the hospital and raise these boys here. Surrounded by this crazy life but know that any of these men and myself would die to protect them and you. You have seen that first hand. I'm not going to tell you which choice is wrong or right because both have pros and cons. At the end of the day anyone who has shit to say after you make your choice can talk to the end of my Glock. No one but you and Jax matter here. I'm just here to lay down facts.” Tara nods and pulls herself from Joy and cleans up the table. Leaning back against the counter Joy watches her. She silently accepts the kiss to her cheek as Tara passes her, looking down at her watch she sees it's seven thirty. “Church is at eight so I need to go. Take it all in and do what's right for you.” She smiles and pats Taras' shoulder. Heading out to her bike she sighs, she hoped she did the right thing. She refused to make choices for anyone all she can do and would ever do is lay down facts and Tara would have to make choices for herself.

Juice POV

He had walked into the bar to find a few of the guys already waiting, luckily Chibs was one of them. Making his way over to the Scot he claps him on the shoulder “Can I talk to you a minute man?” Chibs gives him a concerned look but nods, making their way over to the couches by the windows, grabbing a seat on the couch he watches Chibs plant himself on the table in front of him, he had let forgot to ask Chibs like he told Joy. If he was honest he just didn't know how to ask without sounding like a dumbass. Chibs snaps him out of his slight panic attack and he chuckles “Sorry man. Look I know this short noticed as fuck but I want you to stand with me tomorrow at the wedding. Be my best man.” the look on Chibs face is blank so out of pure nerves, he continues “I mean ever since I started here I have seen you as a dad. Because ya know I never knew mine that well and any time I fucked up you would let me know and help me fix it and I love you man and and and….are you laughing at me you dick head?”

He had finally realizing that Chibs shoulders were shaking in repressed laughter and he socks the grinning man in the shoulder, laughing himself he leans back into the couch cushion and rubs his hands over his face. “Can't help it when you start one of your long-winded rambles boy. Your face gets this dumb ass look on it when you start to run out of air. Gets me every time.” His leg shots out to catch the older man by the knee but he catches the table. Sitting back up he grins “So what do you say brother? You up to making sure I don't fall the fuck out when she walks down the aisle?” Chibs chuckles, taking a pull from his cig he nods, pat Juan on the cheek “Aye Juicy. I'll make sure you don't make an ass out of yourself.” he let's Chibs yank him into a brotherly hug, pulling back when someone clears their throat, seeing his soon to be wife standing there, a hand on her hip as she takes a pull from the joint between her lips “You two planning to elope before I can chain you down?” he smirks and yanks her down onto his lap, chuckling when she shouts and smacks at his shoulder, yelling about almost losing her blunt, nuzzling his face into her neck he kisses the warm skin there, speaking lowly so only she can hear “Tara ok?” She sighs and turns her head to kiss his forehead “No. She has hard choices to make. I did what I do best. Strip away the bullshit and lay it down for her.” he nods, he knew Jax wouldn't leave and let them all go down in flames so that meant he probably told Tara to do so and take the boys. It's what he would do if it was Joy and their kids, he watches Joy take the last hit from her blunt and quickly turns her head as she blows the smoke from lungs he catches it, inhaling deeply he pecks her lips once he is done and let's her set up with a parting tap on her curvy ass as she heads towards the bar, laptop in hand. “Alright shit heads we got time to kill before church so I wanna run over the to-do list for the wedding tomorrow.” the groans of annoyance from the guys make Joy narrow her eyes and pull out her Glock, resting it on the bar top she says lowly, but her voice cracks like thunder “Get your whiney asses over here. It's my day tomorrow and I don't want anyone asking me for shit while I'm trying to exfoliate and pamper myself so I look like a five star meal instead of the snack I normally am…..GET OVER HERE ALEX!!!!” he watches Tig flinch before making his way to the bar, fuck he loved how she whipped them into shape.

For the next few minutes, he watches her fill the boys in on tomorrow as she stands behind the bar. He knew the wedding itself was at one pm but people would be showing up for a good hour or so before so they planned to set up around ten, neither of them believed in the not seeing the bride before the wedding shit so they planned to go home together tonight. After everything, they just wanted to sleep in the same bed before not seeing each other for half the day tomorrow.  “Mostly I just need you guys to go to the rez and set up the tables, the party will be just like Opies and he will be there so just ask him if you guys need help.”  he chuckles as they all nod, it was like watching a general barking commands, they all knew to just agree and let her roll over them. Walking over he leans across the bar, grinning as she presses a kiss to his cheek without looking up from her open computer on the bar top. The moment is broken as the club door opens, everyone goes silent as Jax walks in. They all watch him as he makes his way to the Chapel, he watches from his seat at the bar as Tig and Chibs make their way in after him, he can't hear what is said but just watching Tig move down a spot does bring comfort, this was no longer Clays house, Jax was already changing thing.

Tig isn't a bad man, but the choices he made recently showed Juan that he had some demons of his own to sort through and until he did he wasn't fit for a higher position. They needed a Sargent who wasn't falling ass over elbows to made choice without club consent. And Chibs was that man, he sees the grin on Joy's face as Chibs takes his new place and he knows his girl is proud of her mentor. Hap, Joy and himself make their way in next, he watches his friend and now President grin at Hap. Jax motions for Hap to take a spot next to Tig, he moves so Joy can close the door behind them, he stands at the end of the table his eyes on Jax as the man asks “ You all strengthened out?” Looking over at his small family, Hap smirks at him and he nods, looking up he locks eyes with Joy. Her soft pink lipsticked up at the corners and he knows right then, he actually is ok. Looking up the table he grins “Yeah. I'm good.” Jax repays his grin in kind and nods towards his old seat before turning to his girl. Watching them he can see a silent conversation for the ages between them, the past few days had placed these two in each other's paths, they had leaned on each other when it was hard and Juan was thankful as fuck that of he or Hap couldn't be there it was Jax.

Their conversation over Jax points to the vacant seat next to him and the second Joy is seated he grabs her hand under the table, the warm metal of her ring makes him grin. His eyes take in his brother across from him and then fall to the two empty seats, he knew Pineys old chair would go to Clay. But who would take VP? He is shaken from his thoughts as Chibs brought almost booms in the still and silent room “Ope coming?” he watches Jax glance at the door before asking “What time is it?” he looks at the time on Joy watches as Hap replies “eight o three.” he feels Joy tense at his side, during lunch he had been filled in on everything going down and a part of him understood Opies anger, but at the same time he was aiming it at the wrong man. Jax didn't have a choice in this and for Opie to continue to break Jax down angered not just him but Joy. Jax nods, taking up the gavel he hesitates for a moment before cracking it down.

The door swings open just as it does, at first he thinks it Opie, but he is surprised to see Tara before them, looking over at Joy he sees a proud grin on her face. Seems Joy's money had always been on the other woman, the others look away ad Tara makes her way Jax, but Joy makes no move to stop watching and he can't help but chuckle silently, she planned to see this through, sweet moment be damned apparently. They both watch Tara kneel next to Jax, their voices are low but he had learned to read lips a long time ago, as Tara tells Jax she isn't leaving he feels Joy's eyes on him. Looking over at her he leans in and pecks her soft lips, tomorrow this would be his wife, her name on his chest and his crow on her skin had been the start and this would be the end. She would be his in every kind of way a person can be and he didn't know how but a part of him feel more in love with her as she smiles at him as they part. Looking up at the door he sees Gemma watching Tara, now that was a cage fight he would pay money for. Watching the two woman he sees the challenge in Taras' eyes, Jax wasn't just Gemma’s son anymore. He was Tara and she would fight tooth and nail until Gemma backed off. Again…..he would make sure he had a front row ticket for this one. But from the way Joy is looking between the two woman. He puts his money on Tara, with Joy in her corner she would have more than why she needed to combat Gemma. He almost felt sorry for her…...almost.

Once the two women of Jax life were kicked out the meeting ran smoothly, patrols and runs were assigned. The meeting couldn't have been more than two hours and they were headed home once they gave their rings to chibs for safe keeping until tomorrow. Making it inside he falls face first into the couch, not even moving when Sonny climbs onto his back and starts to lick the side of his head in greeting. He reaches up and scratches at the pups head as he feels his boot being tugged off, he knew Joy had a thing about shoes in the house so he doesn't fight her as she yanks off his boots. He must have dozed off because he is woken by a sharp sting on his ass, he flinched away and sits up and glares at Joy as he sees her holding a box of pizza. Sitting up he rubs his eyes and yawns “Sorry baby. Didn't sleep well in lock up. Lights were too bright.” She smiles “It's ok. I got us a pizza while you napped, you have only even out for maybe thirty minutes.” he lifts his arm as Joy lays the pizza on the table, watching her flip through Netflix for something to watch while Sonny moved to his usual place next to her he felt a peace he had only ever heard about from sappy TV shows and movies. This was his, this little carved out piece of warmth, laughter, and love. Pressing a kiss to Joy's temple he hugs her close as they settle in for the night.

Joy POV

Next Morning

She wakes slowly, the sound of music coming from the kitchen and she can't help but grin, today was her wedding day, by the end of the night she would be Joy Elizabeth Ortiz. She giggles and turns her face into her pillow, trying to calm her giggles as she hears the bedroom door open. She feels the bed dip next to her and someone's hand comb over her hair and over her back. Turning her head she comes face to face with a grinning Juan, she bites down on her bottom lip trying not to laugh but it seems Juan had no issues as his shoulders start to shake and when his wheezing guffaw is finally heard she is already in hysterics. Turning onto her back they both laugh until their stomachs her. Once they had calmed she looks over at him, seeing the happiness on his face she can't help feeling good, she made him that happy, just like he made her.

She looks past him to see a glass of juice and her normal bowl of fruit for breakfast, getting on her hands and knees she crawls towards him, pressing kisses to his bare, warm chest she glances up at him as he groans, his hand slides into her hair, gently pulling her up so she laid half on top of him. She smiles and presses soft short kisses along either side of his strong, scruffy jaw. Pulling back she traces her fingers along the lines of his tattoo on the side of his head.  “Good morning handsome.” he chuckles and sits up, she flails for a moment thinking she will tumble onto his lap but he grabs her and yanks her with him. She is tugged onto his lap and she rests her head on his shoulder, grabbing the hand currently not messing with the ends of her hair she plays with the rings on his fingers they remain quiet. Taking in the stillness, the calm before the inevitable storm that would be the hours leading up to the best moment in her life thus far.

The moment is broken when a knock on their bedroom door is heard, lifting her head she hears her father's voice outside the door “Come on Juice. We need to go set up.” She smiles and looks back at Juan. Cupping his cheek she leans her forehead against his “Go. I'll see you later.” he nods, pecking her lips he slides her off his lap and goes to the dresser to get his clothes out. His wedding clothes were at the clubhouse so he wouldn't fuck them up, right now he just needed something to wear to work in. Grabbing her bottle of Juice and bowl of fruit she heads for the living room. Seeing her dad sprawled out on the couch, sonny in his lap as old-school cartoons played she smiles and sits at the other end of the couch. Her dad glances her way and winks before turning back to the TV. She knew her father wasn't an overly emotional man, but she also knew that it wouldn't hit him until right before walking her down the aisle.

Several Hours Later

“I swear to god Gemma you yank my hair one more fucking time I'm taking off my wedding dress and fighting you in my bra and panties.” She tries to be serious but Taras soft laugh could be heard from the front seat as she drove and it made her snort and shove her headphones back into her ears, they were on their way to rez and even before they got in the car Gemma had shoved her ipod and ear buds at her, when she looked at her in confusion the older woman smirked and nodded towards her shaking hands “Helps with the nerves.” the woman was a bitch of epic proportions and for what she put Jax through would always been under Joys watchful gaze, but she had been beyond helpful in making this all happen, so for that she was forever thankful. Her and Juan had been texting back and forth since he had left with her father earlier that day, sending her pictures of everything as it was set up. All of her brothers had sent her messages of congratulations and all of them had demanded a turn around the floor once the party had started. Their set up wasn't all that different from Lyla's, except for colors, her love of light pinks and purples was displayed by the flowers all around and Taras dress. Bless the woman for not arguing as she presented her with a lovely light pink dress, it was hot out so she wanted it to be light and breathable, she had sent Lyla her purple dress, but hadn't heard from her seemed her and Opie were birds of a feather.

She still had yet to hear from Opie either, which if she was honest, hurt to the core. She hadn't personally seen him since she shot him the night of the infamous Clay shooting. A part of her hated herself for what she did but at the same time, he had given her no choice. She is pulled from her thoughts as the car comes to a stop, looking out the window she sees the long row of bikes. She waits as Gemma and Tara get out and make their way around to her door. Tara holds the bottom of her dress up as Gemma helps her out of the back seat. She smiles at them both as she gets her footing, grabbing their hands she squeezes them. “Thank you both. We might fight a lot but we are here when needed. Tara go-ahead to the altar.” She nods and presses a kiss to her cheek before taking off, looking at Gemma she smirks “Your an evil, manipulative old bitch, but thank you. You were amazing with this.” she older woman chuckles and rubs Joy's bare upper arms “Your a snotty little gash. But your good for that boy. And this club, no matter how I feel about you.” she glances past the woman to see her father making his way to her. Her eyes blur with tears when he finally gets a good look at her in her dress. She had never seen so much emotion in her father's face before, Gemma quickly hands her a small pack of tissues and leaves her and her father alone for a moment.

Walking towards her father she smiles up at him as he presses a tender kiss to her forehead, his callus rough hands held her face as he looks her over. “You look beautiful little girl. Your mother would have bawled like a baby seeing you like this.” she releases a wet chuckle as she dabs the tissue under her eyes with a shaking hand, thankful now more than ever that she used waterproof mascara. “I remember your mom making a big deal about some wedding shit about borrowing and old shit. Anyways I have the old part right here if you don't already have it.” She tilts her head, watching him as he reaches into his cut and pulls out a golden thin chair and she feels her pink painted lips tremble when she sees what it is. She had seen pictures of her mom and dad at their wedding, her mother had worn a beautiful rose quartz necklace, and now she would wear it on hers. She turns so he can put it on her, once on she turns to she turns to him, seeing him quickly swiping at his eyes she offers him one of her tissues she smirks when he glares but takes it. Any other day she would poke fun, but not today. She lets her father pull her into his chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne she draws from his quiet strength. Today he was giving her to another man who would take over from here, she knew she would always be his kid, his only daughter but now Juan would be the main man of her life. She knew this was hard for him.

She feels the shaking in her hands pick up as the brides March comes on. It's time, oh shit fuck it's time. Last time Lyla had come up behind the altar. She had no intentions of doing that, the bikes had been parked in front, forming her aisle up onto the platform, she would walk through that mass of people to the most important man in her lift next to her father. Taking a deep breath she grabs her father arm and they made their way up  and around the corner, keeping her eyes on her feet until they got closer she lifts her head and feels her eyes blur at the sight that greets her, all her brothers were standing on either side of the row of bikes, each one holding a pink rose in their hand. In all that had happened, she had forgotten to order flowers for herself, but it seemed her boys weren't having it and decided to change it and as she passed handed them to her. These rough, leather-clad men had managed to pull one over her and she was going to remember this forever. Once the rose was taken they kissed her cheek and her dad would move her forward, and as they approach than of the line of sons the tears she had been holding spill down her cheeks unchecked, holding not one but two roses stand Opie. One for him and one for Piney. She smiles brightly as she takes them, looking down she sees her beautiful roses and feels so much love wash over her. She had told these men many times how much she loved them. She had never expected then to admit to feeling the same, they didn't have to say anything, this spoke volumes.

She doesn't realize how close she is until her father is helping her up the two steps to the platform leading to Juan, looking up she instantly locks eyes with him, her soon to be husband. The music fades, and no one, not even her father matters as she sees the beaming grin on his face. Dressed in all black he was still scruffy and she couldn't help but smile, she wanted to wrap herself around him, breath him into her lungs and feel his warmth in the marrow of her bones. She heard laughter all around her and she can see Juan even trying to hide his laughter behind his hand and looking around in confusion before she realizes her father isn't next to her anymore, looking back she notices she was practically dragging her father down the aisle because her pace had picked up, she couldn't help but giggle herself. She smirks and waves her hand at Juan before speaking up “Can you blame me…..he looks like a five-star meal!” everyone cackles, catcalls, and whistles are heard as she finally makes it to Juan. Her father pulls his rose from his cut and hands it to her with a parting kiss to her forehead. Another Rose pops up in her face, she follows the arm to see Chibs over Juan's shoulder. “Didn't think I would forget did ye lass?” she smirks and takes the rose, adding it to the now small but beautiful batch in her hand, turning she hands them to Tara who apparently had been in on it, if the purple ribbon in her hand to tie the roses together was any indication, looking past Tara she gasps when she sees Lyla, looking beautiful in the purple dress she had sent her. She was here, she did come, Joy is overcome as she mouths a shaky thank you to her before turning back to Juan. She sees his eyes taking her in from head to toe, she sees his eyes well up as he whispers “You look like an angel baby girl.” and she cups his cheeks, not caring who sees, or without a care of who would judge them, all others be damned This was their day. She brushes her thumb over his stubble covered jaw and smiles as he turns his face into her palm, brushing a kiss over the skin there as he calms himself.

The Wahewa chief clears his throat, bringing their attention his way he holds up his hands for the music to silence. “Welcome everyone. We are here once under the all-seeing eye of nature to celebrate a new union. This time for Juan and Joy I will now say a blessing of the Apache ‘Now you will feel no rain for each of you will be shelter for the other. Now you will feel no cold for you will always be warmth for each other. Now you will feel no loneliness for you will always be each other's companion. Now you are two persons with only one life before you. May beauty and peace surround you both in your journey ahead and through all the years to come.��” She lets the tears go unchecked down her cheeks and she flashes back to the last time they were here, listening to this same blessing and both of them clinging to each other as they felt those words. And now to stand here and have it be for them. She felt overwhelmed, thankful, and blessed by this man currently holding her own shaking hands in his, as he gets their rings from Chibs, handing his to her. “Juan will now say a few words.” She smiles gently as he takes a deep shaky breath, his eyes closed as he tried to gather his thoughts. It was actually good to know she wasn't the only one who was overwhelmed, she gives his hand and encouraging squeeze.

Once he opens his eyes and they connect with hers and she sees something change in him, his shaking stops and his breathing calms before he speaks. “Joy. You are a force of nature. The day I met you I felt something in me change, for the first time i felt solid ground under my feet. And over this last year and some months you have turned me into a man I didn't know I could be, I am stronger, more connected to myself and that is because of you. You don't take anyone's shit.” she giggles and tilts her head back as her guys in the crowd grunt in agreement. “You are a strong and powerful woman and I am in awe of your soul, I plan to treat you like the queen you are for the rest of our days.” She sniffles as he slides her mother's ring back on over the fully healed tattooed band. Grabbing his hand she locks eyes with him. “Juan. You are nothing like I expected. Your smile warms me, your heart humbles me. And the faith you have shown in me and this love from the very beginning proved to me that my mother's was right.” she stopped as her emotions overwhelmed her, she cliches her eyes shut for a moment, Juan's free hand coming up to brush over the tears on her cheeks with his thumb as she got herself in check. Once she was calmer she continues “She was right. She said when I asked her how would I find my one like she did with my dad. She said that it wasn't about the person at all, it was how that one person's love moved you. And Juan your love for me, this club and our life together is what i only dreamed of. I take your promise to treat me like a queen and in kind, I promise to be the warmth, comfort and kindness my king needs. I will build this new family with you, I will give life to our future princess or prince because I want nothing more then to see you give all the love in you to someone who can love you just as much as I do.” She slides his ring on, and smirks when she hears a collective word from her Samcro men in the crowd “And?” locking eyes with Juan both if them wearing matching mischievous grins as they say in harmony along with their brothers “I promise to treat you as good as my leather and ride you as much as my Harley.” she leans into Juan laughing along with everyone else as the chief speaks over them “By the power vested in me by the laws of the Wahewa and the state of California I pronounce you man and wife….now kiss her son.” she giggles and yelps Juan yanks her towards him, his hand fists into her hair as he takes her mouth.

She is brought back to their first kiss, the peace and quiet within her mind and soul it had inspired and she melts into his firm chest. This man was finally hers and she was completely his, it's a while before they pull apart. Her lips swollen and her knees were weak, she smiles up at Juan as he holds her up, feeling a tap on her shoulder. Turning she sees Tara “Come on. You need to change really quick.” she glances back at Juan, gracing him with a wide smile she says “I'll meet you on the floor, Husband.” the bright smile she gets from him is beautiful, he grabs her hand and kisses the back. “I'll be there. Wife.” She smirks and watches him walk off. It only took ten minutes to slip into her reception dress, a pale pink and covered in lace it was feminine flowed down to her knees, she pulled on her bride garter up her thigh before slipping her heels back on, high and a pretty pink as well she makes her way to where she could hear music already playing. Tara points of to the side, seeing Juan leaning against a tree talking to her father she makes her way over, her father sees her first, a grin on his face as he nods towards her for Juan to look. When Juan finally sees her she is already at his side, pressing her lips to his cheek she leans against his side. Feeling his arm slide around her waist she smiles at her father “I'm gonna let the other know it's first dance time. Wave when you're ready.” She nods, watching her father take off she turns to Juan, wrapping her arms around his neck she grins up at him as his hands come to rest low on her back. “Hello handsome.” he smirks and leans down to press a kiss to her forehead, with his lips brushing her skin his whispers to just her “I swear to god joy. You looked like an angel walking towards me earlier. I will take that image with me for the rest of my life.”

She feels her eyes well up and she pulls back a little to dab under her eyes “Don't make me cry, Juan. I don't wanna fuck up my make up.” he chuckles and nods. Looking cross the floor he waves to her dad, handing a mic to Jax the music cuts off “Alright people. It's that time. It's my pleasure to introduce for the first time and for their first dance. Mr. and Ms. Ortiz!” she lets Juan pull her along as they make their way to the floor, he swings her around as the song they both chose plays. She had been surprised that Juan had actually been the one to pick this song. when they had been going through their combined iPods to find a song to dance too Juan had asked her to play some of her choices, and when he heard this he had told her he wanted it. Wrapping her arms around Juan's neck she lays her head on his chest as they sway, when she had fallen in love with Juan she knew she would find herself here, it's true she never expected it to be in a years time but she knew none the less that he was the man she would spend her life with. Once that first dance was over everyone flooded the floor, the had taken thousands of pictures with every single one of her brothers as they danced. And when Juan had removed her Garter from her thigh and tossed it into the crowd of single men she had lost her complete shit when a grinning Tig snatches it from the air and put it on his wrist like a bracelet. Much to the anger of her father who looked like he wanted to kill his club brother.  

She couldn't wait to see that picture later, She wanted to be able you look back on this day and remember how she felt because after how scary this year had been, she didn't know who would be alive come this time next year. The major con of outlaw life was a short lifespan, as she shoves a very drunk Tig towards a chuckling Tig she feels a large hand on her shoulder, turning she sees the one son she hadn't danced with. Opie shuffled from foot to foot as he nodded toward the floor “Can I get my dance in?” she gives the tall man a small smile and takes his hand. As Van Morrison plays she rocks side to side with the tallest son, he was stiff and awkward but that was Opie. She pats his chest, making him look down at her she smiles up at him “I honestly didn't know if you would come.” he chuckles, looking off in the distance for a moment before replying. “I honestly didn't know if I would either. I don't know how to be here Joy. Donna was my world and then she died, and finally when I started to feel like that hole in me was slowly closing…..Dad…..”

She rubs her hands over his chest, the smooth leather of his cut cold on her palm from the night air. “Whatever you want to do Opie I'm behind you. Club be damned if you need time take it. But don't hold this against Jax. Please.” he opens his mouth to argue but she smacks his chest and he snaps his mouth shut “No it's my day and you will listen. This life we live isn't a given and I don't want you two assholes doing this shit when you could be putting your heads together to change things in this club. I know you won't come back until Clay is gone. That's fine but don't hate Jax for what he can't control.” Opie gives her a hard look of confusion, but he nods, as the song comes to an end he gives her a weak smile, holding her face he kisses her forehead. She can see a cam34a flash go off in the distance but doesn't give it too much attention as she watches the pained giant of a man makes his way through the crowd and towards the bikes. She feels Juan's arms slide around her waist, leaning back into him she sends up and silent prayer not just for Opie but all of them. May the coming months see this club pieced back together, and not ripped asunder by the evils that wait just beyond the shadows around them.

Thoughts? Let me know and ill see you all again next time.

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anon post

for all 3 of my fans

i live for ur wit and sass

thx n same

Dont fuck with the best! Kate works hard to get the craziest anons to post in her yard, and I've got nothing but respect. There's no fan in the fandom as genuine and earnest as she is. Wishing her and her cats a long and healthy life!

lmao yall need to quit

you've probably answered this already but what do you think will give vm the best shot at the OG?

a good short dance + a good free dance + gui missing the catch-foot on his twizzle again

Are you taking the bar exam this summer?

no i just finished my first yr

I will cry if T&S end up together, They would be a horrible match. Surely I'm not the only one who sees this??

i am ashamed that this is the level of trollin i get. step up ur game!!

"i hope tessa marries semple so i can see all the shippers cry tbh" Poor Alex! Marrying him would probably restore his self confidence and prompt a return to the cfl! Still holding out hope!

honestly alex was the hottest of all her bfs. fedor is balding, has a dad bod n is wearing khakis on the beach now. and semple was always fug. also rl talk i didnt know canada had its own football league until this guy came around. thats so cute for canada

"i hope tessa marries semple so i can see all the shippers cry tbh" I want her with the Bitove guy. His family looks like the type that will post tons about them on sm afterward.

lmao yall know his grandfather started the toronto raptors?? i knew this brodie’s last name sounded familiar. also apparenty he and his fam golf at trump’s resort @ mar-a-lago VOM. tessa is 500% going to end up with a smarmy, filthy rich trust fund kid like him like its not even a question

Hey now. I want shippers to get overthemselves, too, but Tessa marrying Semple, god no. Basically, Tessa, open your eyes and save yourself.

lol i actually wish she was still dating him so all this mindless speculation rn would stop

Bitter and hateful is what I come here for. Anons should just fuck off and go to the Disney website if that's what they want.

vm fans are so damn soft n sensitive about everything lol, i rly wish some of yall would stop taking everything i say so seriously

Please come back, without your snark the fandom is controlled by the most delusional shippers.

i’ll post more when there r actually things 2 talk about. being around here when nothing is happening and ur all screaming into a vacuum about the same things over and over is like being institutionalized in a loony bin

why are you always up so late?

nhf for this east coast bias, it is a perfectly reasonable time in california

Which of the current/rising juniors do you see making tbe most impact next quad?

carreira/ponomarenko are going to win a olympic medal in 2022. even if the shibs, h/d and bock don’t retire, i see them easily rising through the pack - they just have the Look and aren’t without talent. i’m iffy on the rest - mcnamara/carpenter are too creepy and weird, parsons have no height difference and are siblings, both are coached by an unproven staff, everyone else are varying levels of mediocre. hawayek/baker will go to worlds 2018 if they’re lucky and prob never again if no one else retires.

i wouldn't take h/d's music choices as an indicator of what vm will have. they are the c team and vm are the a team in that camp. look at last season... h/d got stuck with marie-france's lame ass idea of the evolution of music and vm got prince.

true..... altho i think personal taste is important too. tessa would die b4 she ever approved an ‘evolution of dance’ sd

I want Tessa to steal Fedor back from Meryl. All that drama would be hilarious. Fedor lost his looks and is butt ugly now so he is exactly Tessa's type, even more so than in 2009.

i nvr thought he was that cute but he literally looks like he goes door to door selling pool cleaner now

I noticed that when Tessa shakes hands or kisses someone on the cheek (like during medal ceremony or interviews) Scott often puts a hand on her lower back even though there had not been any physical contact between the two of them before said handshake or kiss. It just always surprises me and I'm not sure I understand why he'd do this. What's your take on it ?

lmao ik u want me 2 say its bc his subconscious is screaming out in jealousy and he wants to covertly claim her and show the world she still belongs to him but i rly think they r just touchy ppl who like to touch. or hes makin sure she doesnt lose balance and fall off the podium as she’s leanin over

moulin rouge would've been a much cooler choice in 11/12 for their musical fd instead of funny face, but i don't see them doing it for their olympic fd. it's a bit tacky and overdone. i figure they'd want to do something that's a little bit more special and unique then that.

ia it wouldnt have been a bad filler fd for an off year. i just dont see it doing it for their Last Ever and for the olympics. its such a warhorse - what could they possibly say with it thats original? and its such a character piece - they r such overly emo, earnest ppl, i dont think they’d want to do something that different from themselves for their Last Ever. 

huh what, vm don't stand a chance against moonlight sonata?? Pls... that would be a flop, such an overused piece of music everywhere, it's like Für Elise - hearing the first notes of it makes me vomit in my mouth a little

ya bc no one’s ever won a gold medal skating to a warhorse before

it sounds more believable to me than vm and moulin rouge tho

What interpretation? PC will just float around. They can do that in any key and judges will eat it up.

true, gui gui is a demon

No way. The judges will think they're watching Gordeeva/Grinkov again and just hand the gold to them immediately.

remember when pc said they didnt even know who torvill and dean and g/g were lmao

If scott doesn't cut his disgusting gutter frat boy hair I'm renouncing my Canadian citizenship and moving 2 Peru

was legit lookin @ pics from autumn classic n skate canada and i cant believe how short his hair was then, i can not believe i was complainin so much. i am honestly such a whiny bitch lmao this is my punishment

i have mixed feelings because Prince is the best short dance of VM's career so far but then Latch was one of the worst lol. It dragged in a lot of areas, especially the middle, and it never felt complete. I don't hate it by any means but considering we only had 2 free dances left and that was one of them... :| so I'm torn between trusting MF, and then thinking she's one misguided song choice away from ruining VM's swan song.

the thought of mf picking out the music for vm’s last ever fd makes me kind of sad. like yall have no ideas? at all?? ur relying on instagram suggestions and mf’s adult lite fm spotify playlists for inspiration? im surprised n disappointed tbh, like they arent kids anymore, i thought they would take more ownership of their careers. 

but idk we’ll see. whenever i complain a lot, i usually like their material later lol

why do i feel like vm are gonna come out in their sd with despacito... the justin bieber version...

ok who is this person who keeps sending me despacito questions?? you sound like you want it to happen more than anyone else and are trying to will it into existence

It's funny because Tessa is SO cautious about everything she/they say, that she comes off/is rehearsed--I don't understand why she cares so much. They are not politicians or even super famous. Plus most people who watch (excluding Tumblr fans bc they're all extra) watch during high times like Worlds and Olympics. Most people don't watch interviews and press conferences. If they do watch one, it's usually only the fun "game" interviews or the mainstream ones like etalk which they are not tons of

idk what this is in reference to but ok lol. it prob matters to her bc its her life and she cares bc its happening to her? just spitballin here

Oh no what has Max Trankov said I'm scared to know now. If he's a Trump fan I might have to #nopeout lol he’s russian and a male chauvinist pig. he once said he wouldnt do a quad with tati until she had a baby for him...”and then maybe we try”

still gonna stan his trash ass to the end of time tho

Speaking of bad music cuts I could not stand the way HD's music was cut this year. Like I like all the songs they used individually but it just felt so weirdly put together like the songs didn't flow well into the next. The only part I liked was the last part with earned it.

really? i thought earned it was the part that seemed completely out of step with the first 2 pieces of music. the transition was way off and the tempo was so much faster than the other 2

The Facebook q&a is the first time I felt vm are actually compatible enough to be a couple.

should’ve published this steaming hot take when u sent it a month ago bc i have no idea what this is in reference to now

what do you look like?

tired mostly

haha funny how we went from vm are in a relationship to they hate each other.

dont ‘we’ me bitch i have nothing to do with this fandom’s daily emotional yo-yo-ing

Can you explain the Tessa/Kaitlyn Weaver friendship? Are they really friends? Kaitlyn seems like the kind of girl Tessa would make fun of behind her back.

more like kaitlyn weaver is tracy flick and is trying to bring down everyone in her path tbh

I get a bit of a superiority, cold vibe with Tessa, don't you?

no but i dont have self esteem issues

I think people who find Tessa cold and snobby do not get her at all. Yes, she is far from perfect and her feminism is all (...) but to call her cold and unfeeling means you haven't been paying attention at all. Like get off her dick and/or stop following her career.

i dont think shes cold either. standoffish maybe, but i dont feel like thats from superiority or aloofness. some ppl just want to mind their own business and chill?? not everyone’s a chatty cathy like scott

Music stresses me out. The only thing I've gathered from all of the various discussions is they should be exciting but not too exciting because it's an Olympic season. But they shouldn't also be too safe. Like I know you have mentioned various choices that would be good but what would be in your mind the ideal program, both SD and FD. It's their third Olympics, so how do they build on the past while still being fresh but also them. Or do they just not and give the audience what they want?

something original thats not a warhorse but is also audience friendly and is instantly musically palatable to a lot of ppl

so basically mahler

Which songs from moulin rouge should they use?

if they were doing mr (which i doubt), the orchestral score is 500x better than the cheesy ass nonsense from the soundtrack. like come what may with nicole kidman’s tremulous bird vocals and ewan mcgregor literally straining not to pop a vein would almost be too dramatic and Too Much. i think that kind of thing only works for a v specific kitschy, performative kind of team (a la russians) and wouldnt vibe with vm’s super earnest approach at all. but the orchestral score is genuinely moving and effective in a less garish way

but i dont think they’re doing moulin rouge lol

"the movies honestly made it hard 4 me to interpret hermione’s undying loyalty and devotion to harry as anything other than latent sexual attraction tbh lmao" Hahaha, pretty much. Plus, the whole Harry and Ginny thing, even more so in the movies, seemed to come out of nowhere and was cliche as fuck.

is bonnie wright still acting? i’ve seen dead fish more alive than her on screen

LMAO someone posted a clip from VM's show when they were having dinner with WP and they were talking about how WP live together and they ask VM how they deal with one another and LOL I stg I started loling cause their reactions were #priceless. S literally just had a WTF look on his face while he said something hella awkward & T looked like she wanted to slap him. Her follow up that she doesn't think they could ever spend all their time together just cements why they'll never date for me.

lmao that whole scene is so stupid. kaitlyn n andrew r such good friends i swear

Thanks for setting that anon straight. Set some boundaries so that they don't egg on shippers?? WTF. They're fine with doing what they're doing, and if they're dating others, those others are obviously fine with it too. Besides, it's not like they're filming porn or something. If you can't handle it, stop watching them.

idek what these r in reference to anymore but it sounds dumb as hell lmao

Wow I cannot believe that people actually think VM owe fans any explanation for their relationship/partnership. Like we don't know them, we're never going to know them or be friends with them? Why the fuck do they owe fans a detailed explanation of their personal business? I stg these shippers have lost their damn minds. As long as VM continue to put out good programs and do well I couldn't care less what they're doing off ice. Whatever it is it's clearly working for them. You do you VM.

the entitlement of some fans is insane. its STILL happening now with tessa’s ig now too. why dont yall just let her live n let her white-girl post to her hearts content. she is literally doing nothing differently to what every other skater does, idg this absurd criticism

Fr tho both of them have such nice teeth and I've never seen pics of them with braces, like how??!?!

tessa’s r so nice i cant believe she’s never had braces. and they r such a natural white? like u can tell w most skaters that they get it professionally whitened but hers dont have that artificial look at all

Are you in college? Your bio says 23 but it said that last year too.

i actually turned 24 a while ago im just 2 lazy to change it. im in law school currently

I just read an ancient interview with vm where they said Mahler was about getting married or something... WHAT

ya i cant remember if it was them that said or marina that said it tho. i remember a story about a guy who wrote them saying he and his gf were watching mahler at the olympics and once it was over, he was so moved he got down on one knee and proposed to her and marina was like ‘thats what that program is meant to do’ lol

Do you think Zach is a good skater and partner? I keep changing my mind on him.....

he is such a bland, wet noodle - no taste, no flavor, just empty white carbs. its up to madi to add any spark to the team bc she’s the real star, he just stands there and is tall and can lift her

Why the fuck are so many people freaking out because Tessa did not attend a wedding with Scott. 1. They are not dating so there are no reason for Scott to bring her. 2. She has people visiting 3. I bet they don't even hang out off ice 4. I think Scott has a secret girl in Ilderton. 5. TS not dating. I wish people would claim down.

this is so far back in my inbox i have no idea whats happening

I love it that whenever Tessa posts an IG story the fandom goes crazy analyzing and speculating about Scott what there even when he is clearly not Then there there are talks about TS wedding. WTF Soon it will be TS having babies. I am wondering if maybe the fandom (new fans) are mixing reality with those fanfics.

honestly no clue

I know this has been discussed before but I don't get how Scott and Jess even communicated. Jess could barely seem to understand English back then and Scott couldn't speak French. I wonder if them not being able to speak to each other is part of why they lasted so long actually

lol bryce davison actually learned french so he could communicate w/ her. not scott tho lol

I don't think T cares too much about fs friendships the way other skaters do. Of course she's friendly with a lot of them but she's not really close with anyone except her partner, which doesn't really count lol. She has her own friend group outside of skating and that's what she seems to stick to. It's funny you mention Meryl, Brooke, Tanith, and Lauren because they're all still really good friends.

honestly i think skating stressed (stresses?) her out so much back then that she really hated being in that world for too long. i dont blame her for wanting to disconnect and not having to hang out with skaters who just talk about other skaters and skating 24/7

I don't mean this in a mean way. Watching Avatar.  If you paint Meryl's face blue she could be in the movie 

it kills me when ppl say she looks like a disney princess? ya the ant queen from a bugs life maybe

I think Tessa sometimes forget that Scott is a huge part of why they are successful and she wouldn't have all of these deals w amazing brands if they weren't so strong+didn't win everything. it's easy to put her on the pedestal bc she's gorg and can dance, but he should get/deserves just as much credit-- i mean he is the one lifting her and she could not do any of this by herself. sometimes i get the vibe that she thinks she's too good for him. maybe he's not as fancy, but he has a heart of gold

i’ve literally never gotten that she thinks she’s too good for him...? they go out of their way to pay each other compliments all the time and dont even jokingly diss on each other. its actually kind of weird that after knowing each other so long their relationship isnt just one long roast section where they talk shit about each other bc thats what my relationship w/ all my lifelong friends r like....but then again im a flinty bitch and they’re super earnest and emo like all the time. like i bet they both cry during sex

i find it kinda gross, disturbing and a bit pathetic that so many people feel the need to write erotic fan fiction about Tessa and Scott--like they are real people not characters, and it's kinda creepy that people spend so much time writing and reading them. Also, i would pay a million dollars to have someone show TS what people write about them--they would literally die and so would i--some fans are kinda extreme crazy

u know how on graham norton when he’s always showing celebs really erotic fanfic and fanart of themselves and they’re just dying of embarrassment?? i would literally pay everything in my bank account (so like....twenty dollars) for someone to do that to vm

omg it's gonna be so awk when tessa and scott have to see klawes...poor klawes, she just could not hold a candle to tessa. still don't know why klawes still follows tessa's insta--like i would unfollow and would not wanna see some of the pics t posts of TS giving each other lovey looks/touchy regardless of whether ts are together or not. also, it's never like t and klawes would actually be friends bc they're polar opposites

v disappointed that the olympic summit did not deliver on this #drama

tessa and kl were real friends tho, i think its sweet. and its nice they still keep in touch even tho scott is a dog

Are you a fan of tessa's style? She wears so much expensive yet ugly shit in my opinion.

lmao no. i think some of her casual wear is cute, but she wears some of the most hideous high fashion shit ever when she’s going out. like that blue carpet jumpsuit? yall know wht im talking about. those hideous trousers??? also she wears an unbelievable amount of boring black dresses

also gf needs to do smth with her hair. tired of her high bun and slick pony. she looks way cuter w/ her hair down imo

Do you think Tessa pays for all the Adidas stuff she wears?

no she def gets it for free. i was a walk-on my freshman yr of college for half a second and even i got a bunch of free shit from nike

How do u as an ed sheeran unstanner feel about ts doing these songs their obviously using him for the sd next season and i wouldnt be suprised if they use him for the fd as well

reading this made my cholesterol go up

really hope they're exhausting all the ed sheeran options now so they won't actually use it for comps lol

ngl i do kind of dig that embarrassing white boy rapping galway girl song but that cld prob just be my girl saorise ronan hypnotizing me like she always does

Minus the horrific man bun, do you think Scott's hot? Also, do you think Tessa finds him attractive?

no and probably yes now that hes so fug

Do you think Scott's attractive?? Also, do you think Tessa being told she's beautiful constantly on sm has made her get a big head--she often comes across as a bit cold and stuck up prancing around in her $1000 + outfits? Love her and she's gorgeous but...

some of yall need to stop projecting your shit onto tessa for real 

Power plays of the figure skating journalists. Inside Skating does a very literal interview and article with P/C which blows up and then they go to Jackie Wong so he can basically write up a damage control press release. Kind of fascinating to see both journalists doing their thing with the same content. Hard to believe Inside Skating didn't think their article would create a storm. Interesting.

speaking of jackie, skaters r really going to him for their exclusives now huh? dying that ashley gave him her big la la land fluff piece instead of tsl. pays 2 be nice and kiss ass

Doesn't look like KH/JLB will have much of a chance to advance cuzis so crowded with the current seniors not retiring and juniors moving up. KH/JLB needs to work on their twizzles, thier lines, skating skills, chemistry looks promising. Some of those junior and senior teams should consider representingif they want a chance at aCanada doesn't have any promising teams once VM-WP retire. I feel like CB, SS, HD ain't retiring till they win Wch or OG which may never with PC around.

hawayek/baker could prob skate for gb because jean-luc has citizenship and carreira/ponomarenko could prob skate for canada bc she’s from montreal but i doubt the us fed is letting either of them go. they’ve invested way too much at this point. i don’t think c/p need to move tho, i think they’re talented to rise organically through the ranks. i think they’re more likely to be us #1 instead of not tbh

I don't understand the whole David and Tessa affair; like some people say it happened after he was separated and others talk like it was a full blown affair. The only thing I do know is that her being called a "homewrecker" or anything else of that nature makes me want to punch something because it's disgusting, and it's society go-to response. Be cruel to the woman and basically give the man a free pass. But maybe he received shit, too? I just never heard about it.

i think he was basically separated but not divorced when it happened

Do you think if TS and Cappelini and Lanotte switched partners they would be a good team?

lol no. anna’s not a great skater and luca looks like he’s shorter than tessa

Wait is that Tessa's ex Semple in that photo you posted of her pre and post nose job? Cause if so damn does she lowball herself. Like she could have such better looking guys I do not understand. Girl is very pretty she needs someone to help her pick better guys.

~we accept the love we think we deserve~~

I think T is cringeworthy as a speaker bc she's sooo gd rehearsed. Not a things she says comes across like she didn't practice it in the bathroom mirror 75 times that morning. She would be pretty good if she could lose even half the pretension in her delivery and tossed out the eye rolly words she keeps littering the sentences with like privilege and journey.

they honestly both suck. she’s worse than he is, but they’re both super stiff. and they always do this forced banter bit at the start which just seems so awkward lol

That one anon pointing that some have denied the nose surgery - this is exactly what annoys me about those shipper blogs, not that they are shippers (you can want them two to be together- that by itself doesn't bother me), but their ways and how they always have to insist on vm's perfect image - they all get so upset and aggressive when you point some issue out, like why would you deny Tessa has done a nose job... so out of touch! vm are interesting exactly cause they're real people with flaws

i can not believe ppl r denying her nose job. like yo its right there. it does lend credence to my theory that all shipprs r just hallucinating n seeing things that arent there tho

If Tessa and Scott did hook up while officially with SOs I have a feeling they wouldn't consider it cheating.

ok lmao??? im sure something extremely profound i said provoked this

how rich do u think scott and tessa are???

prob millionaires by the time 2018 comes around if they get their sponsorships

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i might do part 2 later if i can be bothered... but nothing really makes sense out of context lol, its like watching charlie kaufman do slam poetry