#bobby munson imagine

[wonderdustwriting]

Requests are currently OPEN 

★ When you approach Bobby with the idea, he's taken back by the idea at first. It's not that you want to get a tattoo because who is Bobby to judge.   It's the level of trust you have in him to design something that would go on your body for the rest of your life.  ★ However, Bobby does accept this request. and he gets to work immediately. He wants this to be the best thing he's ever done. He's ready to research and to imagine what would compliment your perfect body.  ★ For weeks, Bobby is seen with a little notebook with various pieces of paper hanging out of it. He'll never let anyone look inside of it, not even you. He really wants it to be a surprise and a good one (hopefully)  ★ Inside the notebook are pictures of you, various notes of all the things you like, and things Bobby loves about you. These pictures of things he's seen that he thinks might work. However Bobby refuses to put all of his eggs in one basket, just yet.  ★ You catch Bobby staring at you more frequently as if he's attempting to create his next art piece. It's never weird as he'll sometimes realise what he's doing and send you a smile or a cheeky grin.  ★ Bobby has never spent so much time on Goggle before in his life. Researching already existing tattoo designs, and pictures of aspects he's considering or like.  ★ He smiled whenever he catches you attempting to get a glimpse of what he's up to, he tells you that everything will be worth the wait, but you need to be a little more patient.  ★ Bobby has various sketches and doddles of what he wants the tattoo to look like and various places where he wants to put it.  ★ He will ask some of the son's opinions but only those who will give serious answers only. Like Jax, Juice, and Opie. Certainly not Tig because sometimes no one knows where that man's mind is.  ★ Once Bobby has made his mind up, he gets a professional tattoo artist to draw up his design properly. This gives Bobby the first clarification that this is the design he wants you to have.  ★ When he presents you with the tattoo, Bobby is super nervous because he's nervous that you are going to hate it, but the second your eyes light up he knows he's made the right call. He's proud of himself to know his ideas made you this happy.  ★When you go ahead and get the tattoo. Bobby goes with you. He sits and talks with you while his ideas are being tattooed. Once you see the ink on your skin for the first time, you fall in and look with it even more. Bobby's design becomes one of your favourites, if not your favourite tattoo. 

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[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

a/n: this is a edited version of an old post of mine!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You riding on top of him rocking back and forth on his dick taking every inch of him, you’re in complete euphoria, one hand on his chest for balance while you use the other to circle your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, you keep your pace focusing on cumming. He watches himself disappear inside of you, when your hand catches his eye. He lightly grabs your wrist pulling you out of your daze.

“Let me taste you” he says in a husky voice

You smirk before pulling your hand from your clit and bring your fingers up to his mouth. You lightly brush them against his lips before slipping them into his mouth, he immediately starts sucking on them bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dances on the pads of your fingertips.

This made you even wetter if that was even possible, he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth making sure he didn’t miss anything

“Fuckin perfect.”

[thisreadswhatever]

The Chase: Part One

Pretty Sweet

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[description]: jax teller x female reader

[wordcount]: 2.7k+

[summary]: Jax Teller is used to getting what he wants. At least that was the case before he met you.

[cw]: 18+ only minors do not interact - AU, follows some canon characters & themes but timeline is different. otherwise none yet, but stick with me, I have a smutty plan!

[authors note]: this has been really fun to write. thank you so much to this anon for requesting this idea! I plan on writing a good few parts of this.. as I am really loving writing this reader insert. if you have any ideas or suggestions on where you would like this to go, please let me know! I absolutely love getting your suggestions. I really hope you enjoy!

It had been a long sixteen hour drive. You sighed with relief as you sped past the large wooden slice, “WELCOME TO CHARMING”. You rolled your windows down, the wind blistering through your hair as you took in the warm California sun. 

You turned the music up, attempting to drown out the events replaying in your head that led you here in the first place. 

Charming wasn’t exactly on your bucket list of places to travel. Your parents had split a few years back, after your mom decided she could no longer handle the baggage that came with the Sons of Anarchy MC. Your Dad was an avid member of the Denver Charter, and she soon realised she couldn’t sit back and watch as he grew deeper into the Club. It was a quick and amicable divorce, made easier by the fact you were an only child and more than understanding of why the relationship had to end. You were old enough to see the pain your mom went through trying to make it work, and you knew that it was the best decision for them both. Your Dad on the other hand, never really got over it. 

When your mom remarried last year, he decided to leave Colorado and transferred to the SAMCRO Charter. Charming was his home now. He’d been begging you to visit him for months, and despite the fact you were genuinely pleased that he was happy, seeing him so far from home and content without his family wasn’t something you’d looked forward too. 

Charming was a small place, and from what your Dad had told you, it had never really left the seventies. Denver was the total opposite, a city full of life and people, and ever growing with new expanding chains of business. Even with the freezing winters, there was always something to do in Denver. But Charming? They barely had a population of fifteen thousand. 

You had evaded the trip for as long as you could, blaming college assignments and exams for the reason you couldn’t make the drive. Now that you’d graduated, the excuses had run thin, and it was time to visit your Dad in Charming. 

You pulled into the road of the address he had given you, entering a long unpaved driveway that ended on the outside of a dainty cabin. Your Dad’s bike was parked stagnant on the dirt. You dug your suitcase out from your trunk and walked up the wooden steps to the porch, bringing your hand to the door to knock. Before your knuckles could meet the wood, the door flung wide and your Dad lunged at you with open arms. 

“You’re finally here!”, he squealed in excitement as he grasped you into a giant bear hug.

“‘Finally’ is right. That was a serious drive, Dad.”

He took your suitcase and carried it through the entryway. “Sure is. I’m so glad you got here safely, kiddo. Come on, let’s get you settled. You hungry? I was just about to make some lunch.”

You followed him inside as you observed the interior of the quaint, dusty cabin. “I could definitely eat.” 

—

Your Dad showed you to your room and then became sidetracked from lunch, giving you a full tour of his new home and the complete low down of all things SAMCRO. He’d explained that the place was owned by the Club, but nobody ever frequented it unless they were in hiding. Your Dad was housed here for the long term, or at least until he could find something he liked better inside the Charming suburbs. 

Once he’d caught you up, he made his start on lunch. You watched as he strolled throughout the kitchen, sitting patiently at the small round dining table. 

“It’s a nice place, Dad. Not sure how I feel that you’re out here all alone though.”

“I’m barely here, kiddo. Spend most of my time down the Clubhouse.” He shrugged nonchalantly as he continued to make sandwiches, dropping a piece of turkey in the process. “I can’t wait for you to meet the guys, y/n. A lot more warm than the ones up in Denver. Some of them are your age too.” He placed the plate in front of you, and you grimaced at the site. Your Dad had never claimed to be a great chef. 

“Thanks.” You smiled at him politely, taking a bite and struggling to swallow down the piece of dry sandwich. “I’m sure they’re great, Dad.”

“So, how’s your mom?” 

You shrugged dismissively, unsure how to broach the uncomfortable topic of the newly weds. “She’s doing well. Mike is good to her.” 

He nodded. “That’s good. I’m really glad she’s happy.” 

It was hard to see your Dad try to be okay with the fact that your mom had moved on. The awkward silence was interrupted by his chair scraping against the floor as he stood up from the table. “Finish lunch and we can head on out. The guys are getting together at the Clubhouse tonight, you can meet them all there.”

You knew an evening with a bunch of Californian bikers was going to be inevitable during your trip. At least you could get it over with on the first night. 

“Sounds great, Dad.” 

—

You weren’t thrilled to be back in the confines of your car so soon after your long road trip, but your Dad knew better than to ask you to sit on the back of his motorcycle.

You rolled the windows down of your car as you followed his bike through the winding road from the cabin. As you re-entered Charming, you passed by locally run stores and cafes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think this was a quiet, peaceful town. But you did know better. You knew what the Club’s presence actually meant for a small community like Charming. If SAMCRO was anything similar to the Denver Charter, the underworkings of this town would be anything but quiet and peaceful. 

You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repairs, instantly drawn to the huge row of Harley motorcycles lined up on the inner bays.

Your Dad parked up and met you outside your car, telling you all about his new job in the garage as you walked together. He led you across the lot towards a small black door, entering into the SAMCRO clubhouse. It was impressive, a comfortable space with its own bar and lounge area. The place was full of MC memorabilia and pictures from the club’s long history. The furthest wall was centered by two large double doors that were surrounded by mugshots of the SAMCRO members. You had visited the Denver Clubhouse enough to know that room was where the decisions were made.

Your Dad introduced you one by one to several members that were there, a few of which he’d mentioned to you that afternoon. Bobby, Chibs, Trager, Juice and Opie all greeted you with open arms. They were extremely friendly and welcoming, just as your father had promised. The one your Dad called Trager seemed very pleased with your arrival, hugging you for a little too long. Your Dad managed to break the long embrace, pulling you away to start touring you around the building. 

“Don’t get too close to that one, kiddo. He’s a little out there.” 

You giggled as you nodded in agreement, “I’ll keep my distance.” 

—

You sat alongside the club’s Secretary, Bobby, on a leather bench that faced out with a view of the entire room. You observed as the Clubhouse filled with more members and women, a handful of which were old ladies. The rest of them, very clearly single. Of all the members you’d met so far, Bobby had been the easiest to talk to. He clued you in on some of the Club’s legitimate businesses, Cara Cara and Red Woody Productions. You figured that’s where most of the girls came from, retired and current porn stars. 

It was a little strange, and anyone else may have felt uneasy seeing their father in this kind of environment. But you were used to the life of girls and guns from growing up with a dad in a motorcycle club. The Denver Charter had its fair share of women in and out of their doors, but mainly just bartenders and the odd crow eater looking for a way in. These girls were more forward, scantily clothed, makeup on point, and obviously comfortable with their surroundings.  

Bobby nudged your shoulder, regaining your attention from the party happening around you. “You know your Dad talks about you constantly. He’s so happy that you’re here, kid. We all are.” 

You glanced over at your father, a huge smile forming as he collected a drink from the bar. 

“He does seem happy. Just weird seeing him away from home.” 

“You got a home here with us too now, y/n.” He placed his arm over you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, “we’re your family as much as we are his.” 

“That’s really sweet, Bobby. Thanks.” 

He pulled his arm back as he chuckled to himself, his large stomach bellowing as he laughed. “I am pretty sweet.” 

Suddenly, the front door opened and a roar of drunken welcomes filled the clubhouse as two more members entered. The President of SAMCRO, Clay Morrow, walked in smiling ear to ear, hands held up as though he was a celebrity greeting his adoring fans. You’d heard a lot about Clay from your father, mainly that he was the initial sponsor for his transfer from Denver, and some remarks about what an ass he was. Behind him, a much younger member followed, embracing Opie as he entered. He was different from the other members, not totally clean cut, but you could at least tell he had showered. Not only was he bathed, he wasn’t harsh on the eyes either. You watched as he talked with Opie, his hands pushing his long blonde hair behind his ears as he spoke. 

“Who’s that?” You asked Bobby, your eyes never feigning from the man. 

“That’s Jax. Club’s VP.” 

As you watched him converse with Opie, he suddenly glanced your way, locking eyes with you. You quickly turned away from him and back towards Bobby. 

“He looks a little young to be Vice President”, you mumbled as you took a swig from your beer, still conscious that he was looking at you. 

Bobby laughed, “Yeah, well, he’s a Teller. His Dad was First 9 alongside Clay and Piney Winston, Ope’s pops. Jax has been SAMCRO since he came out of the womb.” 

You raised your eyebrows, glancing back over your shoulder. Jax’s attention had now been obtained by one of the Cara Cara girls. She was pulling him in by his cutte, batting her eyelashes at him as she leaned against the bar. 

Bobby watched as you observed Jax. He sipped his drink, amused by your interest. “He’s known for his way with the ladies.” 

You wanted to press Bobby further, but your Dad suddenly was stumbling over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

“Come on over here, kid. I want you to meet my sponsor.” 

“The asshole?”, you whispered to him as you stood up from the chair.

He snickered back at you, patting you on the back. “He’s having a good day.” 

—

You were impressed by the brotherhood the Redwood Originals shared. It wasn’t unfamiliar to the Denver Charter, but the way the members of SAMCRO loved one another was palpable. You observed quietly throughout the night as they all ripped into each other with lighthearted banter and spilled beer all over the place. You were conflicted by the fact your Dad fit in so well here. It was painful to know he had chosen this life over one with you in Denver, but you still felt at peace knowing he had found a place in this family. 

He was now slumped over a leather armchair in the lounge, snoozing after one too many beers. You nudged his shoulder, trying to wake him. “I’m gonna head back to the cabin, Dad. I’ll meet you here in the morning?” 

“You sure, y/n?” He tried to stand up as he slurred, but his balance failed him, collapsing back into the seat. “I can lead you back-” 

You chuckled, placing a hand on his head as he closed his eyes, “No way are you getting on a bike in this state. I remember the way.” 

Tig overheard and slid himself beside you, placing an arm across your waist. “We’ll take care of him, sweetie. Don’t you worry. Get back safe, okay?”

You unwound from his grasp, collecting your bag from the coffee table as you searched through the contents for your keys. “Thanks Trager.”

A strange laugh left his throat as he watched you leave, before his face turned straight as a board. “Call me Tig.” 

You said your goodbyes to the members that were sober enough to communicate, and made your way to the parking lot. 

Jax Teller was sitting outside the clubhouse, journal and pencil in hand. He glanced up at the sound of the door opening, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

He smiled boldly, in a way that perplexed you. Almost like he was happy to see you, even though you’d never met. He took the cigarette from his lips as he asked, “you’re Ralph’s kid, right?”

“I usually just go by y/n.”

He placed his pencil inside the journal and tucked it snug in his cutte, standing from the bench. “It’s a nice thing you’re doing, coming all this way to see him.”

You nodded, “had to make sure my Dad wasn’t living with some crazed psychopaths, you know?” 

He exhaled, his lips forming a perfect O as the smoke left his lips. “Pretty sure a few of those knuckleheads could pass for psychotic”, he teased. His mouth pulled into an infectious smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

Jax walked closer towards you, your bodies now inches apart. He held out an open pack of cigarettes, prompting you to take one. You shook your head, declining the offer.

 “And what about you? How’s your level of sanity?” 

Jax hesitated. “A work in progress.” 

You smiled politely as you walked past him, making your way to the car. “Anyway, I was just leaving. Was nice meeting you.” 

Jax’s brow creased in concern, “you heading to the cabin on your own?” 

You looked over your shoulder to see him pacing behind you, flicking his cigarette to the cement.

“My Dad’s not exactly in riding order.” 

“I can take you back.” 

You stopped outside your car and turned to him, scoffing at how forward he was. “I met you thirty seconds ago.”

“So?” He shrugged. 

“I don’t really think that’s appropriate.” 

“I’m not asking to get in bed with you, y/n. You can ride the Harley with me and I’ll leave the second you’re in the cabin.” 

You opened the car door, sliding into the seat. “Not gonna happen.” 

“I won’t lay a hand on ya, darlin’,” he raised his hand up, smiling, “scouts honor.” 

You pressed your lips together, suppressing yourself from giggling at his innocent gesture. “I don’t ride bikes.” You affirmed. 

Jax cocked his head at you, confused at the statement. “Denver girl’s scared of bikes?” 

Your eyes rolled at his assumption. “No offense, but I just met you. I’m not sure my safety is your concern.” You shut the car door, realising your window had been left ajar from the way there. You wanted to curse aloud that the good Californian weather enabled the opportunity to ride with the windows down.

Jax didn’t push further, nodding his head as he watched you settle into the driver's seat. “No offense taken.”

Jax leaned his head into the open window, resting his arms on the roof of the car. You turned the ignition, letting the engine roar to life. “Nice to meet you, Jax.” 

“You too, darlin’. Will I see you again?” 

You were looking directly at him, your faces parted only by the frame of the window between you. “I’m here for the week, darlin’.” 

His lips pulled from ear to ear, smiling playfully as you put the gear in reverse, forcing his hands off the car as you pulled out of the parking lot. You peaked in the rear-view mirror, finding Jax still watching you drive away into the Charming night.

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[s1ater]

your sister is hot!

pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

about. steve makes his first encounter with dustin's hot sister.

warnings. foul language

ricky rocks. short fic to introduce this. i think all future fics i do with henderson!reader will be short and not following the plot of st, just fun :)

"why the fuck is my baseball bat covered in nails?"

dustin cringed at the sound of your voice echoing out past the front door where he just almost got away. steve turned to look at him, his eyebrow arching to the implication of yelling and the look on dustin's face—who had his eyes scrunched closed and his white teeth showing as the were clenched down, wincing.

"dustin!"

"who's that?" steve whispered, demanding the answer as the sound of your footfalls were also echoing through the house and closer to them.

"my sister," he sounded miserable, but defeated as he turned back around and back toward the front door where you were there to meet him, looking absolutely fuming.

steve's eyes widened, slightly taking a step back at the sight of you. you were not what he expected--i mean he didn't expect anyone because he didn't know dustin had a sister in the first place, but he also didn't expect you to be so pretty.

"dustin."

"yes?" his voice was distraught as he looked at his feet, already ready for your scolding.

"why is my baseball bat covered in nails?" you repeated the question, only this time more calm, but the anger was practically soaking your voice.

"uh, funny you should ask, actually," he giggled nervously, his pointer finger coming up as if to make a point, but he ran out of words immediately.

"project," steve finished for him fast, already being able to tell if the boy kept speaking, he'd probably be hung.

you now looked up from dustin and toward steve. you were looking at him as if you hadn't even noticed him until he started speaking. you frowned, looking at him strangely, very strangely.

"dustin," your voice was low as you were now leaned down to his ear, "why is steve harrington on our front lawn?"

"also funny that you ask."

"charity," steve says fast, once again interrupting dustin from furthering this situation into somewhere it didn't need to be. "good for the college application, you know? i'm spending the day with your brother, doing whatever he wants."

you look between the two and steve can tell by how confused you are, you won't push it further. this was very strange for you.

"yeah, whatever," your voice is still low, "just.. buy me a new fucking bat, make that apart of your charity, alright?" you turn around and walk back into the house before he can even answer.

steve is just beyond shock as dustin slowly turns around to face him, already preparing himself for the heat of questions.

"henderson, you didn't tell me you had a sister."

"yeah, for a very good reason."

“your sister’s hot.”

“hey, man, let’s not get so vulgar," dustin's hands raise as he joins steve's side and they begin to walk back toward his car. "that's my sister."

"and she plays baseball?" he exclaims, "how could you keep this from me, it's a fucking crime!”

"steve, you're a whore, i don’t know if you know that—thought i should be the first one to tell you—but that's why i didn't tell you about my sister."

"still man..!"

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[filipfuckingtelford]

The Forbidden Fruit. Remastered. Final Part.

Chibs x Reader fanfiction. Obliously

I wrote the previous version long ago, now it seemes too short and flat to me. So I decided to write the new version.

Y/N is Clay and Gemma's daughter. Club's princess. Everyone in the club loves her and she treats everyone nice and caring as well. Chibs was seeing her growing up and never noticed what a beautiful yound woman she became. Untill one night.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 In Flames bonus

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Chibs didn't expect their stay in Stockton to be peaceful, having Pope as an enemy was dangerous without a dobt. But what happened to Opie was way too much. Jax, Tig and Chibs were broken, shocked, it was too unexpected, too stupid and too brutal. And Ope wasn't even supposed to be there with the three of them. He was staying close to Jax, to his brothers and he sacrifieced his own life to save one of them.

Chibs saw how heartbreaking this loss was for Jakson. He knew the two of them were best friends and that Teller would want to eliminate everyone who was involved. And Filip himself was ready to help when they will be outside again.

Soon enough they were released. Coming back home was nothing like it usually was. No party, no joy. They lost another brother. They've lost too many people because of the drug deal Clay started. And Chibs kept thinking that this man was still dangerous for the club and for his own family. He already hurt Gemma and there was no guarantee that one day he won't do something bad to Y/N. Not even speaking about the club itself. God only knew what he could do even now when he was no longer their president.

But it was all to think about later. Right now Chibs was in his room, he had shower and was now sitting on his bed, smoking. His hair still wet and he was wearing jeans and white shirt, his leather resting on the back of the chair. He was trying to cope with his emotions after loosing Ope and knowing that it was not the last call from Pope. He was tired, grief for one brother and worry for the rest of them consuming him. Filip took another gulp from the bottle but scotch had no effect on him right now.

A knock on the door made him frown and look up, distracted from his gloomy thoughts. "It's open" He said but still had no idea who it was.

Door opened quietly and Y/N stepped into the room. She was sad as well, her eyes red and swollen. When Chibs left to his room she was talking to Jax and there was only one topic for them today. But she smiled softly as she closed the door behind her and came up to Filip. Y/N sat on the edge of the bed next to him and took his palm.

Chibs looked at her confused a little, his mask was back on as he thought she might need his help and support. He was always like this, ready to help any of his brothers or anyone from the family not really paying attention to his own needs and feelings, not even showing those to anyone.

"Ye okay, lass?" He asked quietly. Filip didn't know why she came here but he was glad to see her, feel her close again. He missed it.

"I am. But I know you're tired, hurt and sad" Y/N said quietly and looked into his eyes. Her palm gently touching his cheek, thumb brushing against his scar. "And you don't need to hide your feelings from me, Filip"

It was usually so uncomfortable for him when someone was touching his scars or even paying attention to those so he stiffened at first. But her touch felt so soothing and Chibs relaxed, his eyes closed, leaning towards her soft palm. Y/N was not here looking for support she came to him to help him sooth his pain and ease his nerves. And she was probably the only human being who could do it.

"Why didn't ye stay with Jax?" He whispered quietly his eyes still closed. It felt like a beautiful dream and Chibs didn't want to wake up from it.

"Because he has Tara to take care of him. And I know you will be sitting here alone with all of your emotions and tomorrow you hide it all and show up looking as calm as always. I know what happened is hard for you just like for everyone here. You don't need to hide it" Y/N was still touching his cheek as she was talking, every word making his heart melt and squeeze with love and tenderness.

"Thank ye, lass" Chibs whispered and leaned down, his forehead pressed against her shoulder.

Y/N tangled her fingers into his hair, stroking his head gently. She was an angel, she knew exactly how he was and what he needed. She was perfect for him. Chibs wanted to tell her, confess his feelings but he couldn't. The moment wasn't right. There would probably never be the right moment. He couldn't lose what he had - her as a friend with telling her how he felt about Y/N.

Soon enough Chibs was laying on the bed, his head resting on her lap. Y/N was stroking his head, gently, carefully. He felt tears running down his face and for the first time in his life he didn't want to hide it.

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What happened in the next week was a sequence of hurtfull disturbing events. House invasions in Charming, deals with Irish, finding those who killed Opie. And at the end Gemma and boys were almost killed on the road. It left Chibs no time for anything else. All he was doing were club issues.

The next day after Gemma was attacked Sons thought they found out who did it. Everything was leading to Frankie. But he was nowhere to be found. Until the evening when Jax got a call from Nero.

Jax, Boby and Chibs headed straight to Diosa. They entered the building and it seemed empty but in the next room they saw Nero, who was tied to the chair. Frankie showed up before they could do anything, he was holding Lyla and made Sons to unarm and stand on their knees, his gun in poor girl's mouth. Chibs would kill him with his bare hands if he could but it was too dangerous for Lyla.

The bastard wanted money, but club didn't have that much to give him. Happily Nero did.

"Just take the gun out of her mouth!" He begged after Frankie agreed to take it.

"Hey Elvis, get up your fat ass and get the money" He pointed the gun at Jax and Chibs who were kneeled infront of him, their hands behind heads "You try anything I kill them both"

Nero gave Bobby instructions on how to find and open his safe and Bobby left.

"How do you think it will end?" Jax was looking at Frankie fearless as usual but man's answer made him surprised.

"This wasn't my idea, kid. Clay promises shit he can't deliver" Frankie smirked, pointing gun from one man to another.

"You want to tell me Clay was behind the break-ins?" Jax raised his brows.

"Come on, Jax" Frankie seemed irritated with the conversation "You know he will do anything to get his gavel back and his cash points"

"He sign off on you going after my family?" Jax still couldn't believe it was this way, even for Clay it was too much. And Chibs hardly believed it either. He was silent, allowing his president to speak and was just watching for a moment to trick Frankie if he'd get distracted.

"I never went after your family" Bastard shook his head pointing gun at Jakson again.

"Someone went after Gemma and my kids last night!" Jax raised his voice in anger.

"Now why the heal would I do that!?" Frankie was pissed, insulted with this accusation.

"Cause ye're the greasy scumbag animal!" Chibs couldn't help it, he hated the bastard and when the gun was pointed at him again he closed his eyes, waiting for the shot to follow, but it didn't thanks to Bobby who came back with the money.

Chibs opened his eyes watching his brother to drop bags on the table and being put down on his knees again. Frankie demanded the van Nero had and finally released Lyla to get him keys. Chibs was scared that he will take her or Nero as hostage but he pointed at Filip.

"Get up scotty" He said and Chibs stood up.

Jax tried to stop Frankie and he pointed his gun at Teller again. It was too dangerous to argue right now, the bastard could kill one of them easily.

"Jakie..." Chibs looked at his brother to calm him down.

Next moment Frankie tossed him keys with "You're driving" and Chibs followed him.

"You come after me, I'll kill him" Frankie promised, his gun now pointing on the back of Chibs' head.

"You're making a mistake" Jax warned as calm as he could. And it was enough for the bastard to shoot Lyla, grab Chibs and push him out of the building.

Chibs didn't know how bad the girl was hurt, he couldn't do anything to stop Frankie and stay alive. So Filip sat behind the wheel and drove where the man told him, outside of the city.

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It was already dark when Frankie ordered to stop the car, next to another one that was probably waiting for him to help him escape and cover his tracks. Chibs stopped and Frankie got out of the van. Filip hoped he would just leave but he came to the driver's door and opened it, making Chibs follow him to the side of the road.

Pointing his gun at Filip Frankie pushed him and ordered him to kneel again. Chibs was looking at him with rage in his eyes but there was nothing he could do. He kneeled, looking down. It was inevitable, he knew the bastard will blow his brain out, so as Frankie moved around to stand behind his back Chibs crossed himself ready to face his end.

He felt the gun pressed against his head and looked up, tears blurring his sight. All he could think about now was Y/N. He regreted that she won't ever know how he felt, how much he loved her.

"Hey" Chibs said, his voice raspy "At least ye could look me in the eyes befor ye kill me. Ye guinea coward"

He felt that Frankie was ready to pull the trigger. He was waiting, tensed. It wasn't the first time he was close to death but this time Chibs couldn't do anything at all to prevent it. Suddenly he heard the car horn as the driver in the second vehicle asked Frankie to hurry up. Filip felt a gun hitting his head and fall down, passing out.

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Chibs woke up on the ground several hours later. Feeling terrible headache he groaned and touched the back of his head feeling dried blood under his fingers. He sat up slowly and reached to his pocket. His phone was luckily with him still so he dialed Bobby's number.

His brother answered immediately and soon he found Chibs on the road.

"You're okay brother?" Bobby hugged him before they got into the car "Want to go to hospital?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a scratch. I wanna take shower and sleep" Chibs shook his head and winced with pain.

"Alright Chibby, but I'll stitch you up at least" Bobby insisted.

They came to the clubhouse early in the morning and headed to the club room where Bobby cleaned and stapled his wound quickly. All the time Chibs had a feeling that someone was watching him but there was no one around so he thought if was because of what happened last night.

"Thank ye, brother" Filip nodded to Bobby and headed to his dorm. He wanted to take shower, change his clothes and have some rest before they had to deal with anything else.

The knock on the door was heard right after he got out of the shower, so Chibs quickly put his jeans and t-shirt on and opened the door. He thought that maybe Bobby needed something or Jax came to see if he was alright. But it wasn't any of his brothers.

"Y/N?" Chibs asked, confused. It was so early and he didn't even know she was in the clubhouse.

She didn't say anything, instead Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist hiding her face on his chest. He felt his shirt getting wet with her tears but had no idea why she was crying.

"What happened, lassie?" Chibs asked quietly his palms resting on her back. He was confused and worried.

"I was so scared" Y/N sobbed and looked up at him. She didn't even bother to wipe tears from her face "I thought he'd kill you"

"Me? What are ye talking about?" Chibs frowned. How did she even know about what happened.

"Tig told me about Frankie" Y/N explained while he closed the door and made her sit down on the bed kneeling infront of her "I... I thought he will kill you and I will never have a chance to tell you..."

Chibs saw it was hard for her to find words and he didn't know what was going on.

"Tell me what? Lass, I'm okay, don't ye cry because of me" Chibs brushed his thumbs against her cheeks wiping off her tears and looking at her with surprise. He didn't expect her to worry about him so much.

Y/N touched his face with her fingers so softly looking into his eyes. "I love you, Filip" She whispered and he could see how scared she was.

"Ye love me?" Chibs asked as he could not believe it just yet. Maybe it was because of the head injury and it was all an illusion?

"I do... I loved you since I was sixteen, even longer I think" Y/N said never breaking the eye contact "I know you don't need it but after what happened I just couldn't keep it a secret. I don't want you to die and never know how I feel about you"

Chibs was hardly breathing at all while she was talking. His heart was squeezing with every word he heard from Y/N. Breaking with the insecurity he heard in her voice. How could she ever think that he didn't want it. It was all obvious to Piney and he only saw Chibs looking at this girl for couple of hours. But for her his own feelings were still unknown.

"Y/N... You have no idea how you made me feel now" Chibs took her palms, pressing his lips against her fingers "I love ye, lass. I loved ye before ye even left and I've never stopped"

"Why didn't you ever told me, Filip?" Y/N squeezed his palms with her fingers looking at him confused.

"I couldn't. Ye were so good to me and ye told me I was such a good friend, I couldn't lose it with spilling out my feelings to ye" Chibs sighed and stoop up as well as Y/N. She was here in his arms, she loved him. And he still didn't dare to touch her the way he wanted "I'm twise yer age, lass. An old broken outlaw. Why do ye want me?"

"You just don't see yourself the way I do, Fillip" Y/N whispered and looked up at him "Will you finally kiss me?" She teased with a soft smile.

Chibs leaned down finally allowing himself to kiss her. Her lips were sweet and soft and it almost made him moan with pleasure when he finally felt it after so many years of waiting. His palms were resting on the small of her back as Y/N pressed herself against him as tight as she could, her fingers sliding under his t-shirt and sending shivers on his skin.

The kiss once soft and gentle bacame deeper, filled with passion they both were holding back for so long. Chibs finally stepped back for a second and locked the door befor he lifted Y/N her legs wrapped around his hips, and kissed her again with a quiet groan of pleasure escaping his chest.

[peterbarnes]

Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

A/N: School’s over. Summer’s here. Im back bitchess...and obsessed with ST4

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Sticker Etsy

You met at a drug deal of course

The drugs weren’t even for you, your friend just didn’t want to interact with the resident “freak of Hawkins”

Cue a vicious eye roll from you

So there you sat on the janky wooden bench in the middle of the woods 

“This is straight out of a horror movie”

“Don’t worry I won’t murder you”

Your head whipped around to where Eddie Munson leaned against a tree

He tried to seem cool by crossing his tattooed arms over his chest 

And you had to admit his ink-kissed skin did make your heart flutter

but then his foot slipped on a leaf and he almost fell

His cheeks flushed as he regained his balance

“I genuinely cannot believe that people are intimidated by you”

He shrugged before making his way over to you and sitting on the table instead of the adjacent bench

“What? You don’t find me mean and scary”

His smile lit up the dark woods and you committed the quirk of his lips, his bright eyes, and squished cheeks to memory

He was goddamn adorable

“Why thank you, princess”

Please god tell me I did not say that out loud

“But I must say I didn’t take you for the crackhead type” he added

“I’m not,” you sputtered, still flustered. “It’s for my friend”

“Ah so she thought I was mean and scary”

“Who knows what goes on in her head” 

The silence weighed you down as he slipped a wooden box out of his backpack and gently placed it on the table 

Your eyes stuck on the cool metal wrapped around his finger

“You like them?” He asked

His tone wasn’t laced with desire or an eagerness to conquer you, which is all you’d gotten from other guys

He was genuine, soft

And suddenly being in the middle of the woods with a guy you barely knew didn’t seem so scary anymore

This is batshit

“You know, I’ve always thought you were kind of cool” he said hesitantly

You scoffed

“Oh please, I’m no Nancy Wheeler”

“Even better”

You both let out horrendous laughs that sounded more like honks

Eddie slapped the table lightly as he tried to calm his ragged breaths

“Come on, she’s not that bad”

He shot you a look that clearly read really?

“So she’s not a priss?” He edged

Your voice caught in your throat as you chose your words carefully

“No?”

Eddie snorted, “you don’t sound too sure about that”

“I’m not”

Hours passed before you two even realized the sun had slowly descended below the horizon, casting a familiar darkness over Hawkins

“Come on, we should get going”

As Eddie got up from the creaking bench, he stretched his hand out toward you, nodding his head toward the parking lot where his car sat parked 

“Are you offering me a ride?”

“Why, of course, my lady. A true gentleman would never let you walk home alone at this hour”

“How kind of you, good sir”

After that you were inseparable

Eddie would memorize your schedule and surprise you by waiting outside your classes

And you’d come to all his Hellfire Club meetings

He loves to see you bonding with all the kids, especially Dustin

They call you guys Mom and Dad

Eddie’s very into spontaneous dates

A nice candlelit dinner isn’t his speed (he’s very much an “eat the rich” guy)

He’ll take you to the lake and you’ll just swim in it for hours

He loves water fights

He also loves seeing you in a bathing suit

Despite being 19, he acts like a pre-pubescent boy

He’s always touching you in some way

Hand on your hip, around your shoulders, on your thigh

And he loves to snuggle his head into your neck 

He’s scared of coming off too clingy so he needs constant reassurance

But he’s just touch starved

Before you, it was just him and his uncle who was barely around

He never felt love or comfort from anyone

That’s part of the reason why he turned to drugs and acting out 

It was so much more than him wanting to be “edgy”

He had an endless pit of darkness inside him from years of abandonment and isolation

But that day in the woods the cracks slowly started to seal, warming his forgotten heart

Which is why he never does anything to risk your trust or your love towards him

It’s like his lifeline

Sometimes he worries that he loves you more than you love him

But then he’ll be lying on your chest, with your fingers gently tangled in his hair, soothing his scalp

And he can tell simply by how you touch him, that you’re just as in love as he is

But that love isn’t all sunshine and rainbows

When you two get pulled into the lore of the upside-down, your feelings for each other make you reckless

Eddie literally jumped in front of a demo-bat for you

Which would’ve been romantic if it hadn’t nearly killed him

“Fucking hell, Eddie! Why would you do that?!”

“I’m sorry was I supposed to let you get killed by that chunk of grey shit?”

“And I’d rather you not get killed, dipshit!”

Any of your little lovers' quarrels end with an exasperated Steve interrupting you

You’ll distance yourselves for a few minutes before your feet naturally inch toward each other until your hand's brush

It’s muscle memory at this point, the way you two are drawn to each other

You hear him let out a relieved breath as his fingers intertwine with yours

This man would die for you

And you would die for him

But you knew you would fight like hell to make sure that both of you made it home safe

So that you could melt into each other’s embraces and finally fall into a peaceful sleep

[louscartridge]

!!!! STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS!!!!

omg I love 001 sm omg. "i nEvEr eXpEcTeD tHat" bitch I did. As soon as he brought up 001 I was like "your one." HE'S SO HOT OMG. "i can fix him" dude no I'll take him as he is hell ill join him. His VOICE. HOLY SHIT. I could cream right then and there. Currently scrolling through all of the 365 edits on the 001edit # on insta. Yk what else is 365? A movie. Yk a movie similar to 365? Love. Sooooo Henry do you want to-

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I NEED HER

PAIRING steve harrington x fem reader

SUMMARY y/n gets possessed by vecna but steve still didn’t get the chance to confess his undying love for her and tries to save her with the help of dustin and lucas.

WARNINGS slight spoilers abt s4 ep 4 !!

“ for the love of god what’s taking her so long.” steve said opening his car door. “ give her some time steve.” dustin said looking down at the letter that had his name written on it from you. “ I don’t have all the time in the world Henderson.” steve said slamming the car door close.

“ okay chop chop l/n.” steve said looking at your figure sitting down on the grass. “ y/n.” steve said placing his hands on his hips. no response. “ y/n you can hear me come on.” he says again taking a deep breath in. still no response. He noticed how you didn’t move a single muscle, “ y/n..” he says again. “ y/n!” he yelled running to you. he crouched down shaking you, “ y/n wake up! wake up!” steve yelled shaking you roughly.

“ guys! dustin! lucas!” steve yelled. “ come on y/n please!” steve said his eyes filling up with tears. “ wake up!” he yelled shaking you non-stop. dustin and lucas came running to him. “ woah what the-” lucas said. “ y/n! y/n wake up!” lucas said slapping you a couple of times. “ h-hold on!” dustin said running back to the car.

“ y/n please! wake up!” steve said grabbing your hand gripping onto it tightly as if it was the last time he would feel your touch. “ can you hear us!” lucas said quickly sitting infront of you. steve kept shaking you from the side gripping onto your hand.

dustin came running back with a walkman and cassettes. “ guys! “ dustin yelled throwing them to the ground. “ what is this?” lucas yelled looking at the cassettes. “ what’s her favorite song?” dustin says. steve looks at dustin, “ why?” he says shakily as tears rolled down his cheeks. “ robin said if she listens- it’s too much to explain! what’s her favorite song!” dustin shouted, making direct eye contact with steve.

“ quick quick which one is it!” dustin says looking through the cassettes. steve looked down, each cassette held a special memory of you two. he looked down at the dancing queen cassette and smiled. memories rushed into his mind.

flashback

“your so stupid.” you laughed out as you watched your best friend steve run around your room in a wig and your ballerina shoes. “how do you wear these?” he says trying to balance with the shoes on almost tripping. “ careful harrington!” you laughed out covering your face. steve looked at you smiling admiring your beauty. your eyes made him feel special, he felt almost honoured to be able to witness how your eyes lit up whenever you laughed or smiled. and your smile, oh fuck your smile. your smile alone can him go batshit crazy, the way the corner of your lips would create the most heart stopping action would make blood rush to his face whenever you smiled. his heart was racing as he watched you cover your face due to laughing so much. “ no i’m being very serious right now? do your feet not break? i mean this is crazy.” steve said moving the pink fake hairs from the wig out of his face, with a bit too much force making the wig fall off. “oh no my hair.” steve said picking it up. you kept laughing turning around turning up your cd player. “ohh come on dance with me.” steve said dancing to the song playing. dancing by abba. “ no i’m not dancing with you steve!” you said giggling. “ come onnnn y/n.. you can dance. you can dance. having the time of your life oooh! come on lazy pants.” steve says grabbing your hands gently pulling you towards him. you connected your hands with his and started jumping and dancing around. steve smiled, he felt lucky.

he watched as the two young boys kept looking through cassettes trying to figure out which one was your favorite. his eyes looked at another cassette which brought back memories, angel eyes by abba.

flashback

“ steve come on i need your opinion!” you said twirling around in the light blue dress trying to get an opinion out of your best friend. “ y/n you look fine.” steve says looking at the magazine in his hands. “ your not even looking harrington.” you said walking up to him and snatching the magazine from him. “ hey come on y/on not cool-” he quickly cut himself off once he looked up at you. his eyes almost popped out of his skull, his hearts did flips and twirls in his chest, butterflies went crazy in his stomach, blood rushed to his face. “ y-you uhm.” he cleared his throat. “ you look great.” he said looking down at his shoes. you looked at him then back at yourself in the mirror, twirling a bit. “ i don’t know. do you think jonathan would like it?” you asked turning back to him. steve looked at you a bit taken back, “ j-jonathan? as in jonathan byers?” steve said tilting his head to the side. “ yeah jonathan byers. will’s brother.” you said smiling. steve looked down at his hands, ouch. “ i don’t know it’s up to him.” he said quietly. “ steve come on. okay look. if i were nancy would you like it?” you said looking back at steve throwing up jazz hands. nancy? oh right nancy. nancy wheeler. no. there was no way. you were the only one that made him feel that way. you are the most beautiful girl in the world in his opinion. “ sure.” he whispered quietly looking back at you. you looked back at the mirror checking the dress out, “ oh wait wait! it’s our song!” you said grabbing steve’s hands. “ y/nnnnn.” he whined giggling. “ harringtonnnn! “ you giggled. “ come on twirl princess.” you said trying to twirl him. steve giggled twirling. “ now you twirl.” he said, you twirled. you two looked at each other for a bit before you two before down laughing.

it was that one. that was your favourite song. ever since it played in the winter ball when you two were younger it became your favourite song. steve zoned out from the two boys that were arguing, he grabbed the cassette. “ this one! it’s this one.” he said opening the case. dustin immediately grabbed it out of his hands and put the cassette in the walkman. “ hurry!” lucas said. dustin grabbed the headphones putting them on you.

“ let me go!” you yelled at vecna. both of your hands were tied near your head. you were pinned against a tree vecna trapping you. “ stop running from me y/n.” vecna said. “ your not really here.” you shouted. “ oh but i am.” vecna said choking you. “ go away.” you choked out. vecna brought his hand up to your face, “ join me y/n.” vecna said tightening his grip on your neck.

last night i was taking a walk along the river

you looked up confused and shocked. “ y/n! y/n!” you heard people yelling from afar. you recognised their voices. steve,dustin, and lucas. you looked back at vecna with tears forming in your eyes. “ let me go.” you cried out trying to break free to your hands. “ y/n please wake up!” steve cried out shaking you. you clenched your fists tears rolling down your face. this was it. this is the end you thought.

and i saw him together with a young girl.

“ y/n! please wake up i love you!” steve shouted out. your eyes shot wide open. memories of you and steve started playing in your head. “ y/n you can hear us!” dustin cried out. memories of you and the kids started playing in your head. this can’t be the end. this couldn’t be the end. you have so much to live for. you have so much left to accomplish. you have your whole life ahead of you. you have a whole life with steve ahead of you.

and that look he gave her made me shiver

you quickly punched vecna making him stumble back. you this opportunity and started running, “ wake up l/n!” lucas yelled. you kept running and running. the floor started shaking and falling apart. nothing was stopping you and nothing ever will, the desperate cries of your friends made you realize you have so much to live for. tears rolled down your face as you kept running. dodging dirt and rocks erupting from the floor as quick as you can. the gate seemed to be getting closer and closed. you turned your head around to look at vecna who seemed to be frozen in his spot. you turned back around and jumped into the gate.

you woke up looking around, you looked back at steve and broke down crying jumping on him. steve immediately grabbed you hugging you tightly suffocating you. you grabbed his hand holding onto it tightly crying. “ i’m here i’m here.” you cried out holding onto him tightly. his grip around you tighten as he let out a sobs, “ shit i thought i was gonna lose you.” he cried.

dustin jumped on you two hugging you tightly. “ holy fuck.” dustin whispered. lucas quickly joining in on the hug. “ i love you guys so much. i love you guys so fucking much i thought i was gonna die and i didn’t wanna die without you guys knowing how much you mean to me and i know i never say it but i mean it i love you guys so much you mean the whole world to me and i would rather die then live in a world without you.” you mumbled running out of breath between sobs and hiccups. the two boys let go of you, you tried sitting up but steve held you down. “ no no stay. i can’t let go of you right now.” steve whispered hiding his face in your hair. you meant the world to him. you were the biggest comfort in his life. he can’t live in a world without you. “ you love me?” you whispered looking up at him. steve moved his head away from your hair and looked down at you. he raised his hand wiping the tears from your eyes. “ y-yeah…” he whispered as tears kept rolling down his face. “ i’m sorry..” he said. “ i love you too steve.” you whispered.

[paup505]

sweet baby

[satankiss]

Dacre Montgomery smile ;')

🥀𝓦𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚.🥀

Dacre Montgomery it's a masterpiece ✨️

Your lips, my lips. Apocalypse.

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Warnings: mentions of blood and guns

The Crimson Horizon masterlist

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Chapter Three

Chibs entered the Chapel and took his place at the table. It was oddly quiet, usually the boys would be messing around and such. Chibs was blaming the late hours and the fact that everyone is sleepy and tired. Clay, Jax and Juice were brought up to speed by Bobby and Tig and everyone was trying to figure out what had hapened. They had no idea who those Latinos were and the boys couldn't have a good look at them either because of the other circumstances they were in.

„What are we thinking? Mayans?“ Clay broke the silence finally. They were all tired and needed a good nights sleep on this, but neither one of the men could sleep after the events that took place. If these were Mayans, it meant war and they couldn't afford a war now.

„They didn't wear leather, Clay.“ Tig pointed out. The five men who attacked them didn't wear kuttes like the Sons did. So either they were some random bastards or they didn't wear kuttes to cover up their true identity. „They just came at us out of nowhere.“

The boys went quiet again and Chibs looked around at his brothers. Clay and Jax were still a bit confused, he could see it. Bobby was deep in thought and Juice wasn't very different than his President and Vice President. Piney wasn't present since neither of them wanted to wake up the old man. Opie was still behind bars and Chibs wasn't even sure he'd want to be part of SAMCRO after he's out. Tig was holding a gruge because they brought back Brianne for whatever reason Chibs couldn't ubderstand, but he'll cool off by tomorrow. And Chibs... well he himself wasn't sure where his thoughts were exactly. One moment he's trying to process what happened at the bar and to figure out who those men were, the other... He's thinking of the certain ginger lady who was currently lying in his bed.

It was a little detail he decided to hold on to himself. He figured Gemma would be pissed about having to potentially have to wash bloody sheets in the morning, so he brought Brianne to his room and that way, if she bleeds on the bedsheets, he'll put them to wash. It was something that was due anyway. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to figure out why he brought her to his room. He just did.

„Chibs?“ He shook his head to bring himself out of the trance and looked over at Jax. „You good, man?“ The young Teller put out his cigarette and stared at him. Chibs nodded his head and muttered an 'aye' in confirmation. „What do you think about the girl?“

He shrugged. Truly he had no idea what to think, she seemed skilled and knew her way with guns. He wondered if she would be a good addition to the Club, maybe be their helper if needed. She didn't seem to freak out about getting stabbed or bleeding or the fact that they didn't take her to the hospital. She just jumped right in when those bastards began shooting. „Seems like a good lass. Good with a gun. Brave.“

Jax seemed satisfied with the answer and looked at Clay. „You thinking what I'm thinking?“ Clay looked equally confused as the rest of the Club as they all stared at the Teller. „Let's patch her up.“ Jax just dropped a huge bomb out of no where. When Chibs thought about her being good for the Club, he meant in a way like Unser or Rosen were. Not like a member. Besides, wasn't there a rule that prohibited women from being members?

„What you're saying here is big, Jax.“ Clay began. „Unless she's secretly got a dick, that ain't happening.“ It was what the rest of the Club thought too. No one would vote her in, would they?

„Let's put it up for a vote.“ Jax turned to Bobby. „She saved your lives when she didn't have to.“ He looked at Chibs. „You said she's skilled with a gun and she's brave.“ He then turned to Tig. „And you-„ He paused for a moment. „I don't really want to know what you're thinking about her right now.“ That earned him a few chuckles around and a middle finger from Tig. „My point: she could be valuable. She already fought two men for our Club and took a knife in the leg for it. Could have died and for what? For SAMCRO. Whether or not she wanted to do it to be a hero – doesn't matter. Brianne could be a good addition.“

„Jackie boy, ye know what ye're sayin', right?“ Chibs asked him. Maybe Jackie was just as tired as they all were and wasn't thinking straight.

Jax lit up another cigarette and pulled the ashtray closer to him, seeing as he's the only one smoking right now. „I'm dead serious.“

„Jax, you know I usually respect your ideas. But this... is crazy. Bobby trails off, shaking his head.

„All I'm saying is to try. Let's give her a prospect period and see how she does.“

Everyone looked over at Clay, he was the President after all. If he decided to have a vote, they will. If not, this won't be mentioned again. Clay looked through all the faces sitting at the table, he knew a proper decision couldn't be made at this hour. Tig, Bobby and Chibs were probably on the edge of being drunk, they had been at the bar when the attack took place anyway. The rest were tired and they had a long day tomorrow so they needed to rest. „Sleep on it. I want you all to think of the pros and cons. We'll take the girl with us tomorrow and see how she handles the exchange.“ Tig went to protest about brining an outsider with them but Clay stopped him before he could even speak. „She had already seen the part of this lifestyle. If the vote goes against Jax's idea, we'll make sure she stays connected to the Club in other ways.“ With his final word, he struck down with the gavel and dropped it onto the table.

The members began getting up and leaving the chapel. Chibs watched as everyone but him and Juice. Chibs stayed at the Clubhouse more and more lately and Juice was staying at the Clubhouse temporary for a few weeks.

He and Juice walked side by side down the hallway. Chibs would take up another room for the night, not having any intention to intrude on Brianne's privacy. She wasn't like their croweaters, she was there as a thanks for helping them and for her wound to be treated. He just decided to get some clean clothes to wear. He gently opened the door and poked his head through. Brianne was lying on her back with her arm drapped over her stomach. She only had her shirt and underwear on so Chibs made sure not to stare. He approached the bed and grabbed the edge of the blanket, throwing it over her body in case she got cold during the night. Her hands were coated in her own dry blood which she didn't make any effort to wash before falling asleep. It didn't seem to bother her at all.

He approached the dresser and grabbed a pair of sweatpants then left them on top of her jeans. The sweatpants may be big on her but he assumed she'd much rather wear something comfortable and clean rather than tight and bloody jeans. Then he grabbed some stuff he needed for the morning and left. As he lay in bed for the next thirty minutes he wondered what his vote would be when the time comes. He wanted to respect the rules but at the same time it felt refreshing to have someone from his home country so close to him.

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Brianne jerked awake when the door opened, she quickly reached for her gun that was located on the bedside table and aimed it at the door. Juice froze at the doorstep and raised his hands in defence. „Woah!“ He chuckled. „I'm just here to ask if you were hungry, Gemma is bringing us some food and she wanted to know if you'll be joining us. And Clay wants to talk to you.“

Brianne had lowered the gun at that point and nodded slowly. „Aye, sure.“ She looked around the room and noticed it was already day as the sun shone through the small windows on top of the walls. Juice left shortly after she responed and she was once again left alone. She rubbed her eyes and carefully threw her legs over the edge of the bed. Movement hurt like hell but she wasn't going to be bed-ridden all day. Before she entered the bathroom, Brianne went to take her jeans to wear but instead she found gray sweatpants on top of them. Muttering a quick thanks to whoever put them there, even if they couldn't hear her, she grabbed the sweatpants and entered the bathroom, closing the door after her.

She wasn't sure what Clay wanted to talk to her about, maybe to make sure she won't give up his guys and go to the police. She had already told the three of them that she won't if they got her out of there. She wasn't fond of the police either and didn't want to get caught.

Once she was done in the bathroom, she stumbled back into the room and fixed the bed the best she could. Her leg was aching when she leaned too much on her left side so she had to make sure not to do it too much. When she was done with the bed, there was a knock on the door and a head peaked throgh. Tig stood at the doorway and gave her a small smile, which slightly caught her off guard as he was not so happy with her being there last nught. „Clay said to check if you're ready.“

„Aye.“ She nodded and began limping towards him. Tig met her halfway through the room and grabbed her arm, throwing it around his neck. „Thank ye.“

„Don't mention it, Ginger.“ He muttered as the two of them left the room and walked down the hallway. The Clubhouse seemed busier today. She could hear people talking and laughing in the main room. She could smell something delicious and she couldn't wait to eat something. The talking stopped when they entered the main room. She recognized everyone from last night but there were a few unfamiliar figures. For example there were a few people who wore uniforms with 'Teller-Morrow' name tag and there was another old man who wore a similar kutte as the rest, only his wasn't leather. He also carried an oxygen tank.

She also noticed two women. One was blonde and she stuck next to Jax, he had his arm wrapped around her waist. The other was a brunette and she looked mean and scary. But then she smiled at Brianne and approached the duo. „You must be Brianne. The boys told me what happened, how are you feeling?“

Brianne felt relief wash over her, she didn't seem too bad after all. „Gonna be just fine, thanks to everyone.“

Gemma looked surprised when Brianne spoke and looked over at Tig as if accusing him of something. Brianne looked between the two and saw Tig shrug his shoulders. „I didn't know you're Scottish.“ Gemma admitted and Brianne chuckled. „Well I'm sure you'll get along with Chibs.“ The brunette winked at her. Speaking of the devil, Brianne noticed Chibs wasn't there. She even made an effort to look around once again, but still no luck. Gemma seemed to realize she was looking for him. „Scotty will be back any minute, he had some Club business to take care of with Juice and Bobby this morning. Tig help her to that table over there, I'll bring you a plate.“

Tig obeyed with a sigh and helped Brianne sit down at a table not too far from the kitchen where Gemma went. She thanked him for helping her and he patted her shoulder before aproaching the bar and getting himself a beer. Brianne watched as everyone socialized and she wished there was someone she knew better here. She wished Chibs was there because she felt more comfortabkewhen he's around.

It wasn't long until Gemma reappeared, carrying a steaming hot plate and setting it in front of Brianne. It wasn't nothing special just some chicken noodle soup but it smelled amazing and it looked homemade too. „Let it cool down a little. Here.“ Gemma offered a bottle of beer to Brianne and she accepted it, taking a sip. The older woman sat in the chair opposite of her and lit up a cigarette. „You smoke?“ Brianne shook her head. It's not that she didn't smoke, she just didn't want one right now. „So what happened last night? Why did you save the boys?“

Brianne didn't know how to answer that question. She didn't know either if she was honest. She just decided to shoot and and ask questions later. She took a sip of the beer and shrugged her shoulders. „They seemed like they weren't gonna make it.“

„You're not gonna tell anyone about what really went down, right?“ Gemma had a threatening tone on her. Brianne understood she was just looking out for these guys, but Brianne wasn't gonna put herself in danger either. If she were to tell the police, it would put her in the system. So she shook her head and said: „They brought me here and helped me. I got nothin' out of reportin' them.“

Gemma nodded aprovingly. „Good.“ The Clubhouse door opened and the three men who weren't present earlier entered. Juice greeted Gemma and Brianne while Chibs and Bobby looked at the wounded woman disapprovingly.

„Ay, no alcohol for ye, darlin'.“ Chibs took the bottle away from her and took a sip despite Brianne's protest. „Ye're on meds, Bri.“ Brianne looked at him, surprised he was already calling her by a nickname. Chibs didn't seem to catch on as he flashed her a dimpled smile and a wink, and turned on his heels. She watched him approach the bar, and with her beer in his hand he engaged in a conversation with the rest of his friends.

„You two seem to get along.“ Gemma noted. When Brianne looked at the woman, she could have sworn she saw a ghost of a smirk playing on Gemma's face. „Chibs is a good man. Wouldn't want to see him hurt.“

Brianne shook her head at the realization. „Nothin' is goin' on between us, I assure ye. I just met him last night.“ She offered the woman a smile before finally taking a sip of her warm soup. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until that moment. She muttered a quick thanks to Gemma as she ate. Brianne listened to the people talking and laughing around her. When was the last time she felt this safe? These people didn't know her, they didn't owe her anything and they still helped her and fed her. Maybe she could stick around for a while.

Once she was done, Gemma took the plate away as Clay approached her. „We should talk. In private.“ Brianne simply nodded and began standing up but he stopped her. Clay turned around to the bar where most of his Club members were. „Chibs!“ The Scotsman turned around immediately. „Help our lovely guest to the Chapel, will you?“

„Aye.“ Chibs downed the last of his beer and got up. He helped Brianne up and helped her to a double sided door which led to a smaller room. In the middle of the room was a table with a Reaper carved on its surface. Brianne was in an awe of the carving on the table and traced her fingers over it once Chibs let her go. The table had eight chairs around and Clay sat at the head of the table. Chibs took the middle seat by the door while she sat on his left.

„First of all, I want to formally thank you, on behalf of the whole Club, for helping my men last night and apologize it caused you harm.“ Clay began. Brianne shook her head at that.

„It was my decision to help, no need for apologies.“

Clay nodded, she could still see the honest look in his eyes. These people seemed to be very imporant to him, it seemed to Brianne that they had quite the brotherhood going around here. Back where she came from, big faces cared only about those like themselves. While people from lower ranks sacrifice themselves for the cause and no one even bat an eye. „There is a preposition me and the Club would like to make.“ Brianne nodded, urging Clay to continue. „How would you like to prospect for the Club? Of course, prospecting doesn't mean you'd be patched up, you need to prove yourself first.“

Brianne was taken aback, she was not expecting this. She looked back at Chibs who gave her an encouraging nod. „I- I don't know what to say.“ She replied, looking back at Clay. „I thought MC's don't patch up women.“

„Ye'd be an exception to the rule, darlin'.“ Chibs replied.

Brianne wasn't sure what to say to that. Why would they make an exception for her? „But why?“ She demanded. „Ye just met me. I could be dangerous, ye don't know me.“

Clay smiled. „If you were, you wouldn't have helped my guys.“ Fair point. Brianne thought. She guessed he judged her by that already. „Come with us today, see how we handle certain things. Prospect for a while and if you don't like it – I'm sure there are other ways you could stay connected to us.“

Brianne didn't like the fact that he thought she would want to stay connected. Why did he assume that? Maybe having people that cared as much as they care about each other could be nice, but she was running away from certain things from her past. She didn't want to put herself in danger, or put anyone else in danger. Her burden was too big for something like that. Maybe if she told them something without revealing everything, they would understand why she can't stay for long. But she didn't want to tell complete strangers anything at the same time.

She sighed. „I don't know if it's a good idea to stay conected to ye all.“ Clay raised an eyebrow at that. „Don't get me wrong, it's not ye. It's me and my complicated past. There are people who might be after me and I don't want to put anyone between me and them in case they end up catching up to me.“

„What people?“ Chibs questioned. She didn't have to turn around to know he was already looking at her.

„The less ye know, the better. All I want to say is: it's better if I keep my distance. I can see that all of ye care for each other and I'd hate to ruin what ye all have going on here.“

She waited for a response – from either one of them, but no one said anything. They stared at her as if she was an alien, a creature from another world. Tension was thick in the air of the room they called chapel, the silence was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. Brianne couldn't say if she would rather they leave it at this or say something and ask for more answers. Time seemed to stretch endlessly as she awaited for a reaction from either of the men. Her words hung in the air as a mixture of caution and vulnerability washed over her. She hoped she won't have to give up too much information, if she overshared – she would have to tell them what she did too and Brianne was not ready to give up that kind of information to anyone.

Clay's expression softened suddenly, understanding the wight of Brianne's words. „We're not asking you to put yourself in danger, sweetheart,“ he reassured her. „But if you feel like you're in danger, being on your own won't necessarily protect you either. We've faced our fair share of threats, and we look out for one another. Maybe we can help you.“

Chibs chimed in too, his voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke. „Aye, the Club is a family. We protect each other. If ye decide to stay, we'll have yer back. But we won't force ye into anything.“ As he spoke, he couldn't help but wonder about the weight of Brianne's unspoken past and the reasons she felt compelled to keep their distance. He hoped that, if she decided to stay, the Club could offer support she needed, but he also understood that trust was earned, not demanded.

Brianne felt conflicted as she let her gaze shift from Clay to Chibs, then back to the President again. There was sincerity in their eyes, it was undeniable. She found herself yearning for the kind of bond they shared here at the MC. Yet, her past held her back, urging her to keep her distance. She finally took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. „I appreciate yer offer, truly,“ she began, her voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and hesitation. „But I need time to figure this out. Maybe... just maybe I can give it a shot, see how it goes. But I can't make promises about staying long-term.“ Chibs admired her courage to consider the unknown, fully aware that she has to give her trust to unfamiliar people and yet she was willing to do it.

Clay nodded, understanding her need to stay cautious. „That's fair. Take the time you need, and we'll support you however we can. Just know that the door's open if you ever decide you want to walk through it.“ As he spoke those words, Clay's mind contemplated the potential risks of having Brianne in their midst. He wondered if, deep down, she craved the sense of belonging that the Club provided. Clay's mind drifted to the risks they all faced daily, but he couldn't ignore the inkling that Brianne might be worth the gamble. He hoped she would recognize the genuine care and protection the club offered, even as she remained cautious about the secrets she held.

Even with the weight of the decision settling upon her shoulders, Brianne couldn't deny the stirring of hope within her. The prospect of finding a place where she belonged, even if it meant facing her fears, was both daunting and enticing. She'll give it a shot, and leave if it doesn't work out.

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To Keep Me Safe From You: Part One

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 3.1k+

[summary]: after overhearing a conversation that could be detrimental to the future of samcro, the club has voted that you have to die. fortunately for you, jax has to complete the kill.

[cw]: 18+, female reader(y/n), swearing, mentions of murder throughout, knives, smut, cliff hanger, possible grammar/spelling errors, generally following the show but slightly AU

[authors note]: so this one shot turned into something more and will be getting a part two as i'm not done with this scenario. i realised during this just how hard it is for me to write in a way where i don’t want jax to come tape me up and murder me... so sometimes the reader (y/n) makes some really questionable decisions, simply because i would let this man get away with anything. i hope you enjoy it :)

���We really talking about offing a chick right now?” Juice stared at his fellow members with wide eyes.

“She heard everything, Juice.” Even though he was whispering, Tig’s panic was loud and clear. “You wanna be the one to risk prison time over some waitress in a diner?”

Jax slammed his hand on the table, “We. Don’t. Kill. Women.” 

Bobby looked around at the eyes now peering towards their table before shaking his head at Jax in disapproval, “We also don’t talk about club business outside of Chapel, for this exact reason.”

Tig doubled down now he knew Bobby agreed. “She heard too much. I saw it in her eyes, Jax. I can handle the hit. I’ll follow her out back, it’ll look like she was mugged. No witnesses. No trace.” 

“Do you hear yourself right now brother? We don’t even know if she heard-” Juice stopped abruptly as he saw you walking over to their table, bill in hand. You smiled at the blonde haired man sitting at the end of the bench, avoiding the 5 other guys glaring at you. “Is there anything else I can help you guys with today?” He grinned back at you, taking the bill from your hand, “I think we’re all done here.” He placed three twenty dollar bills inside the wallet, a very generous tip, before handing it back to you. “Thanks for stopping by, boys. Get home safe.” 

“You too, darlin.’”

Jax watched you walk away, making sure you were out of range before addressing the other members. “See? She heard nothing. That ain’t no witness that’s going to talk to feds. She’s not even spooked.”

Tig scoffed and Bobby lowered his eyes at Jax, “Maybe we should take a vote, Pres.?”

Jax was really pissed now, even contemplating killing a woman made his blood boil. But Bobby was his VP, and he was right, this wasn’t a decision he could make himself. Jax let out a large exhale, glancing at you as you cleaned the last remaining tables. He leaned into the table, “Fine, we vote. All in favor of murdering the poor innocent diner chick. I’ll start. Nay.”

He was the only one who voted so. Juice had almost sided with him, but everything Tig had said persuaded him to change his vote. Tig had panicked the rest of the members into actually killing a woman. Jax was outnumbered, and there was nothing more he could do. While you were finishing your night shift, the Sons of Anarchy had just sentenced you to die. 

Jax had managed to get Tig to back off, reluctantly agreeing to let him carry out the hit instead. He figured at least he could kill you quickly, saving you from Tig’s twisted methods. The other members had left, leaving him the only 4 seater vehicle they had brought out that evening. Although you didn’t know it, Jax was waiting for you across the parking lot, leaning against the hood of Piney’s car, cigarette in hand. You shut the door to the diner behind you, fumbling with your purse to find your car keys. You were too preoccupied with the broken zipper on your bag to realise the same blonde haired man from earlier was still there, and approaching you. 

“Lost somethin’ darlin’?” 

“Shit-”, his voice startled you, causing you to drop your purse and everything in it across the lot. 

“Fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.” He helped as you collected the strung out items across the tarmac. “You didn’t mean to scare a girl leaving work on her own in the pitch black at this time of night?” You snapped at him as you searched for your belongings along some hedges. Jax handed you a tube of lipstick and your reading glasses, that had somehow survived the fall. 

“I guess I didn’t think that one through. Sorry about that.” He stood up, extending a hand to help you. You barely acknowledged as he spoke, ignoring his hand, as you were desperately scanning the floor. 

“Well you’re gonna be really sorry. You have to drive me home. My keys aren’t here..” 

 “Fuck- you cant find them?” He dropped to his knees again, searching the ground with you. You could barely see in the carpark, you had no chance of finding them until daylight. 

“No, they’re gone. What the fuck am I gonna do now?” 

Jax stood up, pacing the length of the car park still searching for your keys. “They gotta be here somewhere.”

“This is useless. Can you just take me home?” 

Jax smiled, “least I can do darlin’.” He extended a hand to help you up from the ground again, but this time, you took it. 

He started walking towards his car, holding a pack of cigarettes out at you. You didn’t smoke, but you also didn’t usually get into cars with strangers, either. You weren’t sure what had come over you, and you felt wary about the whole thing, but you didn’t have many options left with no car keys, and he seemed nice enough. You followed him to the car, taking a cigarette from the pack and holding it up to your mouth as he lit it for you. “I don’t even know your name and I’m about to get in a car with you.” He chuckled. “Names Jax Teller. And I can assure you, I’m a normal guy, just ignore the kutte.”

“Okay then.. Jax. You gonna tell me why a normal guy such as yourself is waiting for a girl outside her place of work at almost midnight?” 

He held the car door open for you with a reassuring smile, “I’ll explain on the way home.” 

You looked at him through narrowed eyes, “you better get me home in one piece.” You got in the car, flicking the half smoked cigarette on the floor as Jax shut the door behind you. 

The inside of the SUV was a mess, the dash covered in raunchy magazines and parking fines. It was hard to think about anything other than the stench of dry oil and stale cigarettes. Jax began to drive, and you directed him on the way to your house, although you got the feeling he didn’t need your help anyway. 

“I can get one of the guys to come change the locks on your car tomorrow morning. Get you a new set of keys.”

“That’d be great. You guys locksmith’s or something?” 

Jax grinned, one hand on the steering wheel, glancing between you and the road as he drove. “Something like that. We run an auto repair shop out in Charming.”

“Oh. So is this your thing?” 

Jax looks at you puzzled, “my thing?”

“Getting girls keys lost so you have to give them a ride home?” Jax shook his head, amused by your assumption. “You’re actually the first.” 

Watching him while he drove gave you the chance to study him in fine detail. You’d noticed his good looks earlier at the diner, but now you could see Jax looked like he belonged in a hollywood movie. He held the steering wheel with one hand, the other on the gear stick, his fingers draped in silver rings. His beard was coated in a layer of stubble, with long shaggy blonde hair that tucked behind his ears. He was undeniably attractive. If anyone was going to lose your car keys, forcing you to drive with them for a ride home, you were glad it was him. 

He turned on your drive slowly before parking, reaching into the glove box adjacent to you. He searched the compartment, and a load of CD’s fell to your feet. “Shit sorry. There’s no pens in here. You got anything in that bag you can use to write your number down? You know, for the keys.” 

“I could grab a pen from inside.” 

Jax nodded in response, “I’ll walk you to your door.” 

Before you had the chance to say anything, Jax was out of the car and making his way to the passenger side door to open it for you. It was all a little surreal, you’d only met him a few hours before, yet he had shown you more courtesy than any man you’d previously encountered. 

You walked with him to the front porch, then searching under the mat for the spare house key. You thought to yourself how you’d have to find a new hiding spot for it tomorrow. You unlocked the front door. As you walked in, switching the lights on as you entered the kitchen, you knew Jax was standing at the door, patiently waiting. You hesitated for a second, debating on the idea of having this random stranger enter your house. On one hand, you knew it was the dumbest idea you’d ever had. On the other, he was charming, respectful and like nobody else you’d ever met before. And you knew that after tonight, you’d probably never see him again. “You can come in if you want, I’ll just be a sec’.”

Jax stepped through the doorway, looking around as he followed you to the kitchen, “nice place you got here.” You searched the ‘drawer of everything’ in the kitchen to find an old receipt and pen. “It was my best friend’s house before she went back to Washington. She’s letting me stay here while I save for my own place. I get cheap rent, she gets a free house sitter.” Jax was standing behind you, making you overtly aware of how close he was. “Y/N.” He was reading from the receipt over your shoulder as you wrote down the number to your home phone. “I never did catch your name at the diner. It’s pretty.” You handed him the crumpled up paper, and he placed it in his pocket. 

“And you never answered my question.” You turned to face him as you spoke, to find the beautiful blonde stranger holding a large blade against your stomach. “Living room. Now.” 

You froze in fear, unable to move. You realised you’d made a huge mistake. You had known the risk of letting him in. You knew better. And now it was too late. You pushed through the lump in your throat to get words out, “Just take what you want and leave. It’s all yours.” “I don’t want your shit, y/n. Walk. Now.” You did as he said, walking slowly towards the living room, feeling the cold blade now pressed against your back. “What do you want?” He pulled your arm back with his free hand, stopping you in the living room. He gestured toward the armchair that sat between the TV and couch. “Sit down.” 

“What are you doing, Jax?” You didn’t want to sit, you wanted to run. You wanted to buy yourself some time. 

“I said sit down!” Jax’s voice cracked as he yelled at you. Hearing him yell sent a shiver down your spine, and you snapped into the chair in front of him immediately. You could see his face now. His eyes were vacant, completely shifted from the warm, courteous man you’d thought he was when he entered your home. It seemed he’d grown 10 feet taller now, towering over you while you sat frozen and vulnerable in the chair beneath him. He brought himself down to your level, with the knife now at your side, the blade touching your arm. 

“You wanted an answer to your question?” 

You nodded. 

“I waited for you because I have to kill you.” 

“To kill me?” Nothing was making any sense. “To kill me..” You repeated, looking straight into his eyes, “but you don’t even know me.” Jax placed the knife into the sheath, and back onto his belt pocket before pulling a roll of duct tape from his kutte. You recognised the tape from the drawer you had searched earlier, but that couldn’t be possible, you told yourself. You never saw him take it. 

“You heard some stuff tonight that could ruin lives. And there’s a group of outlaws that want you dead now because of it.” 

His words rang in your ears like sirens, putting all your senses into override. You couldn’t catch your breath before Jax was binding your hands together in front of you so tightly you could see the skin pulling under the tape. “And you want me dead too?” 

Jax paused to look at you, matching your eyes, before looking down, continuing to tape your hands. “Doesn’t matter what I want.” 

Nothing made sense. You hadn’t heard anything they talked about. He had totally got the wrong idea, and if you could just explain it, he could understand. 

“Jax, please listen to me. I didn’t hear anything. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!” 

He closed his eyes as you pleaded with him, “Stop. Talking.” 

You pulled your wrists up, trying to touch him with your fingertips, as if that could reach the kind part of him you thought you had seen. Your bound hands pulled at his shirt as you begged. 

“I didn’t hear a thing! If I heard some fucked up shit why would I get in a car with you? Why the fuck would I let you in my house!” You felt faint, your ears beginning to ring as adrenalin circulated your veins. He tried to ignore you, and started to tape your legs. You wanted to think straight, to talk sense into him, but your eyes began to fill with water, tears unwillingly streaming down your cheek. “I didn’t hear anything,” you sobbed, “I’m not lying to you.”

Jax dropped the roll of tape on the floor. His hands covered his face as he rubbed his eyes, the words “jesus christ”, muttered through his teeth. Suddenly he stood up, pacing to the kitchen. You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the flicking of a lighter. You sat there, bound by tape, in silence, afraid if you said anymore he would come back to finish you off. 

Some time had passed. Jax had paced the kitchen before venturing into your bedroom. You’d spent the last few hours weighing your options. You could try to run, but you wouldn’t get anywhere with your hands and legs bound together. If you could get to the phone in the kitchen you could call the cops, but he’d see you before you could even dial the numbers. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, trying to think of anything that may save you. Your planning was halted when you heard footsteps coming from the bedroom. Jax lowered himself down to you, pulling the knife from the sheath. He pointed it towards you, and you braced yourself, knowing any plan you could make was too late. You closed your eyes, awaiting your fate, when you heard the sound of tape ripping and your hands were released from the bind. You didn’t move a muscle. Jax’s eyes smoldered. “I’m not going to kill you.”

You pulled the tape from your wrists, stinging as you peeled back the residue from your skin. “You’re not?” “I can’t kill a woman. And even if I could, I can’t kill you.” He cut the tape binding your feet. You gulped, still sat in the chair as if the tape had never been cut in the first place. You could run now, you should run now, but you didn’t want to. 

“What about the outlaws?” your voice was almost a whisper. 

“I’ll handle them.” You watched as he began to walk towards the front door. “I’m really sorry for all of this, y/n. I just couldn’t do it.” His face was full of shame, his voice clouded in regret.

You didn’t have time to contemplate before you yelled, “wait!”

Jax stopped in the kitchen, “What?” 

“You can’t just go.” You leaned into your knees to stand from the chair, legs stiff from being in the same position all night. As you stood you stretched your legs creating instant relief as you walked towards him. Your mind yearned for the same relief your body had, but now you were just really fucking angry. “You bring me here, tell me I’m going to die, tape me up and then decide you’re not going to murder me anymore. Now you want to just leave? And pretend this never happened?” 

“I can’t stay.” He sounded guilty, and his lack of eye contact was further proof of this. 

“Why the hell not?”  You were standing arms length apart, looking up at the man who was tasked with your murder, yet now you were pleading with him to stay. “What are you even talking about, Jax?” You tried to step closer to him, but he inched back. 

“If I’m not killing you, I need to stop whoever is going to instead.” 

You didn’t respond, as you were still trying to understand why you needed to be saved at all. 

Jax softened, “I know you’re confused but this is the only way I can keep you safe.” 

“To keep me safe from you.” 

He took a deep breath, taking your face in his hands. His blue eyes had melted, any anxiety he had been wrestling with tonight had passed.

After everything that had happened, somehow, here, in this man’s presence, you felt safe. You now knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He held you there in his hands, searching your face, looking for a different way out. Something in that moment shifted, the air around you moved as if it were wrapping you in string, tying you to Jax, bringing you closer together. He leaned into you, kissing you on the head, seemingly like the beginning of a goodbye. But he didn’t speak, and no goodbyes came. Instead he placed his forehead along yours, breathing you in along with whatever thoughts plagued his mind. You didn’t understand how or why this was happening, and you got the idea that Jax didn’t know either. Before you could make sense of it, he took you into his hands and kissed you. He pulled your face tight to his, securing you to him by the grip his fingers had through your hair. The tension between you was palpable, every movement of his tongue against yours was fierce and urgent.

His hands released and lowered to your waist, pushing you into the open island in your kitchen as you stumbled backwards on your feet. The cold countertop was pressing against the back of your jeans, contrasted to the warmth of his mouth on yours, his hands now tugging at your waist band. 

He lifted his hand back to your face, feeling your lips beneath his thumb before sliding it down your neck. The corners of his mouth stretched into a smile as he kissed you. 

“I knew there was a reason I couldn’t kill you.”

His tongue lapped against yours, gentle and kind with every touch yet urgent with his hands on you. Groans fell from your throat in response.

You had feared this man all night, and now you were drunk from his lips, and utterly desperate for more.

———

part two

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pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve has a little crush.

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steve always felt like he was trapped in his own body after his world got flipped upside down when unexplainable things invaded hawkins as well as his own life and getting into college was no longer his biggest problem.

—and of course, when nancy broke up with him. and what was once home, was now just a shell that carried him around from one place to another.

everything he found fun before didn’t strike him with the same excitement. he suddenly became hyper aware of everything and where his life seemed to be heading toward; which wasn’t bad, just something nobody really wants—a cookie cutter life that resembled exactly his parents.

until he met you.

you were a lot different compared to a lot of girls he had met and put himself into social situations with. you were smart, sarcastic, witty, and actually had things going for you; hobbies, a job, things that mattered in the long run.

you were exactly what steve needed—according to dustin. and he wasn’t wrong; steve just wished he had realized that a lot sooner.

“harrington, i didn’t realize you still came to parties,” the first time he really saw you was when you were leaned on your forearms as you came to fill your red solo cup with the red punch placed on the island as an offering to all. steve stood on the other side, staring off into space while thinking he should have never came until your slight sweet smile came into sight.

“yeah, me too,” he sighed, sounding sorrowful as he took a drink from his own solo cup, trying to pay attention to who was speaking to him—he almost thought it was his own conscious reminding him there were better things to be doing.

“you’re too cool for all this now?”

“something like that.”

you hummed, finishing up the pouring of the punch. you had honestly hoped to get more out of him, but his mouth was practically a steel trap and he didn’t seem exactly present, so you walked off with a nod.

it took him awhile to recognize you, and your name didn’t hit him until it was too late and you had already crossed the room.

**

a month later steve was parked outside of dustin’s house, tapping his fingers lightly against his car, humming to the song on the radio patiently waiting for dustin to come outside when you were walking to get your mail and your eyes caught onto the familiar burgundy BMW parked across the street. you slightly grinned from where you stood.

maybe you could get him this time.

“hey, stranger,” you slightly tipped your head as you bent down to see him properly through his rolled down window, smiling once he turned his head, almost shocked to see your face. “didn’t know you hung around here.”

“oh-i don’t-i-i’m just picking up a friend.”

oh he was already starting off so rough.

“right,” you leaned back to your normal posture, looking to the henderson house for recognition. “didn’t know you ran with the middle schoolers now.”

he nervously laughed, already knowing this would eventually happen; someone would find out that he was practically best friends with an eighth grader—really his only friend at the moment.

“don’t worry i won’t tell,” you winked just as dustin came stumbling down his front lawn to steve’s passenger seat, already taking note of you.

you were already beginning to walk away with your hands shoved into your jackets pockets and steve suddenly felt a rush of embarrassment almost, “it’s not what it looks like.”

“i’m sure it isn’t,” you called back to him.

“really, there’s more to it.”

“maybe you can tell me all about it sometime.”

steve sighed seeing you were already on your own front lawn—therefore too far to continue to explain himself without seeming like a douche.

“who’s that?”

“huh?” steve almost forgot about dustin as he turned to face him.

“that girl, who is that?”

“oh, just some… girl who’s in my physics class,” he was already having a hard time trying to explain it. he felt caught.

“just some girl?” he quirked a brow, not believing the shallowness of the statement.

“what?”

“dude,” dustin already had that blunt look on his face that steve hated so much—something that made him feel dumb as he stared back, waiting for the explanation to his dumbfounded voice. “that’s not just some girl, that’s like.. some girl you want to take home.”

“what?” okay, now he was really lost.

“what’s her name?”

“i don’t know, y/n?”

“you don’t know?”

“yes, i do know, it’s y/n.”

“good,” dustin shook his head, “because you gotta get on that, man.”

“what, no,” steve’s face screwed up, slightly caught off guard with the suggestion. “no way.”

“what do you mean, steve. did you not see that, she was flirting with you.”

“you’re on something henderson,” steve shook his head. “she was not flirting with me.”

“‘maybe you can tell me about it sometime?’” dustin repeated your words, hoping to lay it out better for him, “dude, steve, if that doesn’t mean ‘let’s have a candle lit dinner’ then i don’t know what does.”

he has to think about it for a minute, his head slightly turning as he leans on his wheel, thinking over the conversation the both of you just had ten seconds ago, “oh, she was definitely flirting.”

“see!”

“there is no way you’re giving me advice on girls right now,” steve shook his head, now moving the car into drive. “there’s no way.”

“hey, someone’s gotta give it to you,” dustin shrugs, “you’re losing your touch, harrington.”

“shut up.”

**

it seemed now everywhere he went you appeared. and you were no longer initiating the encounters, it was more of steve’s eyes wandering and they happened to stumble upon you walking down the hall. he cursed himself for noticing you first and your eyes not being there to meet his.

he didn’t understand the feeling eating at his chest as time passed and he thought about you more and more and with barely knowing you. he really wasn’t even sure if the name he had for you was correct.

“thinking about her?”

“jesus, henderson,” steve slightly flinched as dustin fell into the seat next to him on the couch without warning.

“thinking about who?” robin’s ears perked as she suddenly took interest to the conversation just starting.

the three of them currently sat in steve’s basement for a movie night that had been constantly requested by both dustin and robin until steve finally caved—and was now deeply regretting.

“y/n y/l/n.”

good, he was right.

“really?” robins eyebrows raised in surprised. “not the typical bimbo you go for, this is new for you steve.”

“what do you mean.. y/n’s not a bimbo--i don’t go for bimbos.”

“my point exactly, it’s a little concerning,” robin slightly shrugs, “but i’m sorry my friend, you do in fact usually go for bimbos.”

“i do not-“ steve raises his hands before looking over to dustin for help but the boy only nods, having to agree with robin. “okay, whatever, i don’t even like her.”

dustin rolls his eyes, “who were you just thinking about then, huh?”

steve’s cheeks turn red and he can’t help but roll his eyes, “shove off, henderson.”

he begins to giggle, shoving an accusing finger into steve’s face, “you like someone.”

“yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited,” he slaps dustin’s finger out of his face but it doesn’t stop dustin from continuing to sing in mock.

“that’s a first,” robin huffs, “you sure this isn’t just another kelly situation where you think you’re in love but it’s actually just her butt?”

“who said anything about love, or like for that matter? you guys are just jumping ahead of yourselves.”

dustin continues to sing in the background as he hops foot to foot, making robin give him a pointed look, “match maker here seems to think it’s serious.”

“he’s delusional.”

“well,” robin slightly tips her head, “you have seem really distant recently, steve. and y/n y/l/n, whoo, i’d say she’s definitely an improvement from any past love interests.”

“you’re both delusional.”

**

“we gotta stop meeting like this.”

steve almost jumps, looking up through his car window to see your face. once again, you had caught him in the midst of your neighborhood and outside of dustin’s house.

“jesus,” he looks up to you, a lopsided smile twitching onto his lips, “you a stalker now, y/n?”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you, harrington,” you smiled, shaking your head, standing up to your real posture. “i think you’re the one stalking since you are the one parked right across from my house.”

he scoffed, “you live right across-“

“from your eighth grade best friend?” you raised a brow, making him roll his eyes. “a little weird.”

“do you have anything else better to do than to be making fun of me?”

“no, not really,” you pressed your lips together in a thin line, shaking your head.

he sighs, slightly shaking his own in thought, not knowing if he was about to regret what he was going to do next. he thinks, biting his lip before tilting his head, “get in.”

“excuse me?“

“hop in…my car?” he nods his head toward the passenger seat once more and it takes a minute for you, with your own thoughts, to decide whether or not this was a good idea. you think not, but you still round the car and get into the seat.

“this how you treat all your girlfriends?”

“maybe.”

“funny,” you shook your head, slightly smiling.

“what?”

“just never thought i’d be sitting in steve harrington’s car outside of little dusty henderson’s house.”

“now, why not?”

“oh, you’re too cool for me,” you say sarcastically, looking over to him.

“really, me?” he quirks a brow, smiling, but you could see confusion tainting his expression—he didn’t know if you were serious or not, or even what to make of your statement.

“really, you,” you nodded, “everyone worshipped you, steve… but then you just like disappeared, and even then people still worship you.” you frowned, not understanding the reverence of high school.

you liked steve, you didn’t mind him and had no problem with him, but the obsession some people had with him, you didn’t understand and you almost found quite annoying.

his disappearance and lack of attendance at parties and functions that “popular” kids attended to was something strange and unlike him. he was missed; you didn’t really care, but a lot of people did.

“yeah… right,” he sighed, looking down to his lap for a moment, thinking of all that had happened in the past year before looking back up to you. it seemed his mood was suddenly struck down at your sentence, but you didn’t understand why.

“why?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged, “there just seemed no point in them anymore.”

“right.”

“what, you don’t believe me?”

“not really.”

“wow,” he says, “and i suppose you find them so much fun, don’t you?”

“well, yeah.”

he narrowed his brows, “girl like you? there’s no way you do.”

“what do you mean by that?” you scowled at him, taking offense.

“i don’t mean it in a bad way,” he’s quick to defend, throwing up his arms, “all i’m saying is that… you seem better than that, y’know? i’ve noticed you before, and you’re not like… a lot of those girls.”

“thanks?” you don’t know if you should take it as a compliment, but you love the way he seems flustered, trying to explain, almost embarrassed.

“yeah,” his voice is low, barely above a whisper, almost not wanting to unsettle the awkward silence. he know turns to look at you, “you don’t-“

he’s interrupted once you lean forward, pressing your lips against his.

he’s surprised, almost not processing what was happening until it hit him like a rock all at once and he finally kissed you back. you couldn’t believe yourself. never had you ever been this bold, but it was now or never, and you had been waiting to do this for awhile.

his hand clasped the side of your face, his other placing on your waist, pulling you further and closer to him till some part of you that isn’t your lips, was touching him.

he smelled of soap and laundry detergent and whatever product was in his hair. he smelled good and you didn’t want to pull away, especially since he was a good kisser, a real good one.

the rumors weren’t wrong.

he moved slow, like he wasn’t worried about time, and his lips were perfectly in sync to yours. but steve was almost overwhelmed, worried that he’d mess up even as this was one of the things he was good at.

you now pulled away, breathing shallowly but smiling as you look to him with a sparkle in your eye. he smiled back, but was finding it hard to keep consistent eye contact.

“are you blushing?” you smiled, slowly pulling away from his body. “is the steve harrington blushing?”

“shut up,” he smiled, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek as he glanced to his lap. “you’re not looking so hot either.”

“shut up, harrington,” you rolled your eyes, lightly shoving him. “i’m getting out of the car now.”

“wait, why?” he’s eager now, watching you shift in your seat.

“because i’m pretty sure your boyfriend just got a show,” you jerk your thumb to dustin who’s standing on his porch with a wide smile. you look back to steve who curses under his breath. “don’t worry,” you get out of the car now, “we’ll see each other again… maybe.”

“oh, c’mon now,” he calls out to you as you round his car, making your way back to your own home, “don’t be like that… call me!”

“so,” dustin is suddenly in his front seat, grinning from ear to ear, “are you two a perfect match, or are you two a perfect match?”

navigation.

[sapppy-cocktail]

California Love - Part 3

Max Mayfield x Reader

Masterlist

Part 2

“I don’t know it’s been a while.” “Wait! Shhh. I think she’s waking up.” Two voices bicker with each other as I groan before opening my eyes. “Y/N!” They yell as they look nervous to see me awake. “Hi?” I reply back to them and look around to try and take in my surroundings. It looks like I’m in a hospital judging by the smell and the bed I’m in. I look around the room to see two boys staring at me. One with curly hair and a hat on while the other one wears some sort of jersey. Basketball? I look to the other side of the room to see a boy? No a girl. Buzz cut. She looks up at me and gives me a small smile. “Who? Who are you?” I ask as I look at them all. “You don’t remember us?” The basketball boy asks as he takes a step towards the bed. I shake my head and he looks over to the girl. “We’re your best friends Y/N. That’s Lucas, Dustin and I’m El. We have more friends, they aren’t here right now. But we’ll see them when you get out.” She says making me nod. “How did I get here?” I ask and walks over taking a seat on the free space on the bed.

After telling me that we were bike riding and I fell pretty hard on my head. The curly haired boy rushes to open the window. The other boy standing in front of the door making sure it’s closed. “What’s going on?” I ask as the curly haired boy seems to wave people over through the window. “We need to go. Now.” The girl tells me as she gets off the bed and helps me up. “What? Why?” I ask El as Dustin? I think she said Dustin. Jumps out of the window. Eleven pushes me to the window and I look out. There’s a group of people waiting. About 4 older teenagers. Two boys my age and a van. A pizza van? She taps me and I look back at the girl. “You need to do this. We don’t have much time.” She says and I nod jumping out.

We all get squished into the van and I’m stuck in the middle next to Dustin and some older girl. She had short hair. “I’m Robin.” She says smiling sympathetically as she sticks her hand out to introduce herself to me. “Y/N.” I say in response and she nods. “Where are we going?” I ask and she points at another girl. Maybe the oldest in the car. “Her house. We need to make a plan.” She says and I nod slowly. “For what?” I ask and she points out the window. “For that.” She says and I look out to see buildings on fire and the ground seems to split open. “Are we on a volcano?” I ask as I take notice of what looks like lava. “No no. It’s worse than that.” Dustin says as he grabs both Robin and I’s attention. They begin to tell me a bit about how it happened. How some guy named Vecna needed to kill people and because he killed 4 people he opened up some sort of gate. A gate between two worlds.

Once we arrive to the house Robin offers me a hand, helping me out of the van and we walk inside together. Taking a seat on the couch beside each other. Dustin sitting on the other side of me. Dustin begins talking to me while robin talks with the other girl. I watch them get up and walk away and I notice the other 2 older boys join them. They glance at me a lot before calling El over. Lucas follows behind her. I try to ignore it and listen to Dustin but I feel their eyes burning holes into my back. I glance back at them before looking back at Dustin. He smiles in pity before glaring at the others. “I’m sorry about them. Truly. I just can’t believe they-” He looks back at them gulping before continuing. “I-I can’t believe they’re treating you like you’re some stranger. You’re still Y/N.” He says looking at them once more, this time a bit relieved.

We continue to talk until they call us over. Dustin and I get up from the couch and gather around the table with the rest of them. They finally introduce themselves to me and I now know the name of everyone. Nancy who seems to be in charge of the whole thing begins speaking to all of us. “So first things first. We need to save Max. We know she’s alive but she’s in danger so we need to get her out of there now.” She says as they all nod in agreement. I nod slowly, not knowing who Max is. “After we get Max out we need to-” “What if we keep her there. Have her try to find Vecna, I think it’d be better for her to stay there than have her out here, we know what her body looks like. At least with her in his mind we can have some sort of idea on how to kill him.” Mike says interrupting Nancy. Lucas’s eyes widen before he speaks up. “No! No way! We can not keep her there any longer. She’s in danger! Constantly!” He yells as Dustin nods in agreement. “Yeah. What the hell Mike?" Dustin says a bit of anger in his voice. “But she won’t be alone. She’ll have Y/N with her.” Mike says putting all the attention on me. “Sorry?” I ask confused as they look each other, debating on what Mike said.

“I guess we could do that.” Nancy says standing up straight and folding her arms. “No! We can’t!” Lucas yells making Mike look at him, almost offended. “And why is that?” Mike asks taking a step forward. “Does Y/N even know what she’s doing?” Lucas says before speaking up again. “What if she gets Max injured, she has no idea to what she’s up against.” Lucas says pointing at me as he emphasises the words ‘no idea.’ “It doesn’t matter whether Y/N knows what she’s doing or not. Both of them could get seriously injured.” Robin says making everyone look at her as Mike groans at her words. “So what about Max? What are we meant to do?” Lucas asks as he gets off the couch. “Get her out of there as soon as we can! Y/N will find Max and the two of them will get the hell out of there. No leaving them in there.” Dustin says glaring at Lucas and Mike as I walk over to a chair near the couch I was seated at earlier. “I hate to say it but Dustin’s right. We shouldn't risk it.” Steve says putting his hands on his hips. “How about Y/N gets Max out but after she does that she stays there.” Lucas says before a bunch of people speak up and they begin arguing. I guess I’m not liked by all of them. But this Max girl, she seems to be liked by them all.

“I’ll stay there.” I say and no one except Dustin seems to hear me because he’s the only one who stopped speaking to turn to me. “No. Nope. No way!” He says which seems to grab the others' attention, and Lucas seems to understand what I said by Dustin's reaction because he smiles. “Yeah. See, she’ll do it. She’ll get Max out of there and she’ll stay. She said it herself.” Lucas says smiling widely. “No way! How can you be so eager to put her in danger.” Dustin says with disgust in his voice as he looks at Lucas. “She’s her own person and it’s her choice on whether she wants to do this or not and clearly she wants to.” He says ignoring Dustin's previous words. “But like you said earlier she doesn't know what she's up against.” Dustin says, but before he can continue he’s interrupted. “I can show her.” El speaks up for the first time throughout this entire conversation. “Show me what?” I ask as she walks over to me and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the couch.

“Just relax.” She says before she closes her eyes, but I speak up before she can do anything. “How am I even meant to find her. Like where is she? Is she in like another state or something?" Do you want me to like, buy us plane tickets to bring her back?” I ask as I look at everyone surrounding us. “Also that's a really cute bracelet, where’d you get it?” I ask as I look at her wrist. “Just close your eyes and relax.” She says ignoring me before closing her eyes once more. “Is she important to us?” I ask and El glares at me. “I'll show you if you stop speaking.” I look at her confused before I blink and I’m not in Nancy’s basement anymore. I’m in a black room? Something wet around my ankles, water. I look around and see El. “Where are we?” I ask and she takes my hand before closing her eyes yet again.

We’re at an arcade. I look around and people are laughing before I hear the door open grabbing my attention. I watch a a group of 5 enter the store. 4 boys and 1 girl. The girl looks familiar. I squint to help me think but then I realise, it’s a younger version of me. I watch as I enter the store and I’m laughing with the two boys I met earlier in the hospital and the other two I just met. I watch as Dustin plays a game and gets frustrated when he dies. As soon as he does he turns around to ask a worker who’s Mad Max. Then a bunch of memories fly past us, like zooming past us. Like a time skip or something because now I watch younger me sitting in a chair at school, beside Dustin who whispers to me. “That has to be Max.” I watch as the younger me nods in agreement before looking back and she raises an eyebrow at me. I quickly whip my head back to the teacher. My cheeks turned bright red from the embarrassment of being caught.

Then again the memories zoom past and I’m standing next to Dustin and Lucas and we’re looking at Max with binoculars. I don’t know why because we’re close enough to see her without them. We look like stalkers. I watch as the three of us run to the bin after she threw a paper in and we read the note. After that we’re inviting her to join us for Halloween and then she’s jumping out of a bush making us scream before we’re knocking at houses in Loch Nora hoping for some pretty good treats. We’re talking and laughing as we walk to different houses and she seems to be interested in one of the stories I'm telling. But I watch memories zoom past us again and we’re now back at the school? Lucas, Dustin and I are fighting with Mike to let her in the room, but he doesn't budge so I try to get out of the room but Mike doesn’t let me. He stands infront of the door and doesn't budge, I could move him out of the way but I don't, instead I just go and take a seat on the table in the middle of the room. A few moments pass and the creature Dustin showed us escaped the room and I’m walking next to Max and we’re laughing as we look for some creature named Dart.

Then we’re in a house before an older boy storms into the house and tries to grab Max. She’s yelling, screaming at him to let go but he doesn't so I grab one of the heavier books of the shelf behind me and hit him in the head with it. He lets go of her and she quickly moves out of his grip, standing next to me and he stares at me his mouth agape with shock, before it turns into anger and he charges at me, trying to grab me. My eyes widen as he latches onto my shirt pulling me towards him before throwing me into the wall. The bookshelf on the wall shaking from the force of the hit makes it fall on top of me. He moves the shelves and the books off me before picking me up again. He screams at my face before throwing me onto the floor and takes a swing for my face. I wince as I see blood spew from my nose and a cut form on my eyebrow from the rings on his hand. I watch as the others scream at him, begging him to stop as he swings his fists at me repeatedly.

My face begins to swell as I knock out, but that doesn't stop him from punching me over and over again. I take my eyes off the bloody beaten me and look up to see Max walk up to him and stab his neck with a syringe before she grabs a bat with nails in it and slams it in between the boys feet. “Say you understand! Say it! SAY IT!” She yells at him before he mumbles back that he understands. She drops the bat before looking at my unconscious body. Her eyes widening as she rushes over to my body and drops onto her knees before raising her hands to my face and lightly tapping my cheeks. “Hey. Y/N. Y/N, wake up. Y/N, please wake up.” She begs holding my face as I groan. “Am I dead?” I ask moving my head around but I can’t see much due to the blood surrounding my eyes. She sighs in relief, a small smile appearing on her face as she chuckles at what I said. “Not yet Y/N. Not yet.” She says before looking back at the other boys. “Go get Steve.” She says to Mike before grabbing the keys in the unconscious boys pocket.

She gets Lucas and Dustin to help move my body to the bathroom where she shuts the toilet lid and gets the boys to have me sit on it before she looks around for a first aid kit, finding one behind the mirror. She glances at me and my eyes are closed, I’m moving around slightly, as if I was about to fall asleep. “Y/N, I need you to stay awake. Okay?” She asks me as she opens the kit finding some alcohol wipes. I nod and slightly open my eyes. I watch as her tongue slightly sticks out of her mouth as she tries to wipe the blood off my eyebrow. I watch her take a step back and wince before speaking up. “That’s going to need stitches.” She says as I nod, not being fully aware of the situation.

Another time skip happens, and we’re now at a hill. The sun’s setting and we’re throwing gasoline on the ground before Steve yells at us, telling us to stay close, making us jog to catch up with the others. The sun disappeared completely as we walk into the tunnel. We walk in silence for a bit just making a trail of gasoline before she speaks up. “You know you didn't have to do that for me.” She says as we walk beside each other. “I know.” I say as I continue to throw gasoline on the walls and roots of the tunnel. “Why’d you do it?” She asks and I hear her footsteps stop. I turn around to look at her. “Because we're friends. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you.” I say taking a few steps towards her. “You almost died for me.” She says, worry laced in her voice and I smile. “I’d do it again if I have to.” I say making her smile before I speak up again. “Now come on, we have to take this asshole down. Once we do that we’ve got a ball to attend.” I say as I put my hand out to her, she laughs before placing her hand in mine and we catch up to the others.

Memories fly past us yet again and I’m now walking to a car with Steve and Dustin in it. I compliment Dustin's hair and he smiles at me, thanking me before complimenting my looks as Steve begins to drive to the school. He gives us both a pep talk, more to Dustin than me but he still mentions me in his speech. Once we arrive he wishes us luck before letting us out of the car at the front of the hall before he goes to find a parking spot. Dustin and I look at each other nervously smiling as we take a deep breath before we walk in. We look around for our friends, and when we see them I notice a certain redhead, the one I was looking for. As we make our way over to them Will takes notice of us and waves, I smile and wave back at him but my mouth slightly drops as I watch the redhead turn around and look at us. Smiling and waving at us. I gulp as I feel my heat up as we near them. “H-Hi. You. You look amazing” I say to Max, stuttering on my words as I look at her outfit. It was simple, just jeans and a sweater. Not what most would wear to an event like this but she still looked as gorgeous as ever. She laughs and thanks me before complimenting me back. I take a deep breath and she raises an eyebrow at the action but doesn't say anything. “Will you. Would you. Maybe. Would you, maybe, consider, allowing me to have this da-” I begin to say and her smile widens as I talk, struggling to think of the right words. But I get interrupted by Lucas.

“Um, Max. Hey. Did you want to dance with me?” Lucas asks appearing out of nowhere making us both jump in surprise as he stands between us. I stare at her, waiting for her to say yes but praying she would decline his offer to ask me. I wait as she looks at him her mouth agape and her eyes slightly wide. She doesn’t reply and turns her eyes go to mine. Something in her eyes I don't think I understood then but by the looks of it, it looked like hope. Her eyes were practically pleading with me, begging me to continue my sentence and finish the last few words, but I didn't. All I did was force a smile and nod before turning around and walking away. I watch her eyes follow me as I take a seat on the chair beside Will. She looks at the ground sighing before looking back up at Lucas. “Yeah, let's do this.” She says giving him a smile as he grins and leads her to the dance floor. I watch as they dance on the floor, both smiling at each other. Max looked at me from time to time, probably wondering what I was doing, sitting there lonely and all. I gave her a smile of reassurance that I was fine.

Will had been asked to dance and I had no idea where Dustin was so I was left alone until a boy walked up to me. “Hi.” The boy says making me look up at him. It was the most popular boy in our grade, Matthew. He is the best player on the soccer team and here he was, talking to me. “I’m Matthew.” He says as I stand up. “I’m Y/N.” I say back to him. “I know, we’re in the same math class.” He says making me nod. “I, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to dance with me. You’re really pretty and I wanted to ask you earlier but I thought you’d already have someone to dance with.” He says shyly as he rubs his neck, I look down and smile before looking back up at him and nod. He smiles widely before offering me a hand and guiding me to the dance floor. We talk for a bit and I notice Max looking over at me.

I smile widely as I point at him and mouth ‘It’s Matthew.’ She looks a bit confused but then I remember she’s new. I shake my head to and mouth ‘don't worry about it.’ She raises an eyebrow with a smile in response before giving me a slight nod. I look around to see all my friends dancing except for Dustin who I can't seem to find on the floor. But then I notice him on the bench his head hung low. Matthew looks confused at what I’m looking at and then he notices Dustin. “You should go dance with him.” He says making me look at him. “Really? You don't mind?” I ask him and he gives me a smile in response before speaking up. “I got my chance to dance with you, he should get one too. Also I can see how much he means to you.” He says making me nod and smile before thanking him and walking over to Dustin. “Wanna dance?” I ask as I put out my hand to him. He looks up at me before looking back dowm, quickly wiping his tears. “What?” He asks before looking up at me again. “Shall we?” I ask, giving my best impersonation of him. He looks at my hand before back up at me. “You want the pearls? You want me to bring out the pearls? Nobody can resist them.” I say and he groans before laughing as he takes my hand and standing up.

Max and I hide behind the wall and I hold the welcome back sign in my arms as we do a little countdown. We look older. Puberty finally hit us. We cheer as we jump out from behind the wall, but Dustin screams and sprays something into my eyes, it burns and I drop the sign my hands flying to my eyes as I try to rub them trying to get rid of whatever he sprayed into them. I feel multiple hands on my back and I hear Max’s voice. “Shit. We gotta get you to the sink. This way.” I hear her say before I feel her hands grab mine and guide me somewhere. She places a hand on my head and ducks me into what I presume to be the sink and my assumptions are right as I feel water fall onto my face. “Rub your eyes gently alright.” She says as I feel her increase the strength of the water. I nod and put my hands up to my eyes rubbing them. I take my head out of the sink and try to open my eyes. I see Max’s face, she’s concerned. “How is it?” She asks and I walk to a nearby mirror looking at my bloodshot eyes. “Been better.” I say as I grab the towel she’s offering to me and thank her before I pat my face with the towel.

I blink and we aren’t at the house anymore, we’re now at a shopping centre. An eerie vibe compared to the Dustin’s house. I look around, it was dark out and the mall was empty but then I see two figures run past. It’s me. I’m running with Max and we’re holding each other’s hands as we run into a store. I follow behind, wanting to see what’s happening. The girl and I have our backs against an aisle. Our hands no longer connected as we’re both hiding behind seperate aisle. Her chest rising and falling heavily and I look at her putting a finger up to my mouth in an attempt to make sure she stays quiet. She nods quickly before trying to control her breathing. But then we hear objects falling from the aisle between us and I slowly move my head to look into the aisle and that's when I see a demodog. I quickly move back to my previous postion as the dog nears us and it nears me and I don't make a sound. But then it tunrs to Max and she tries to press her back against the aisle even more as it nears her face. She quickly lifts her hands to hold her mouth as it gets even closer to her. I quickly grab a fallen can from beside me and throw it to the other side of the store and as soon as the demodog moved away from us I grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the ground.

We begin running down the stairs and run into the backroom of scoops ahoy and run into a little pathway, one that leads to the cinema. I shut the door and lock it behind us and walk to Max and lean on the wall as I try to catch my breath. “Thank you.” She whispers to me through her heavy breathing. “Anytime.” I say as I stand up straight. Once we finally catch our breath and there seems to be no noise we take a few steps to the door but just before we reach it the door across the corridor and hits the wall making a loud clang as it hits the ground. “Shit!” I say as a demodog jumps through. We turn around and begin running in the opposite direction. It takes a few steps and jumps at us. “Duck!” I yell as I fall to the ground pulling Max with me. It jumps over us and I quickly pull Max up and push her in front of me making sure she gets out first. “Go. Go. Go. Go. GO.” I yell as I push her out of the backroom and out of scoops ahoy.

It’s like I’m watching a movie except the time jumping between the memories are like a time lapse. I watch as Billy step up to the mind flayer as it jabs it’s sides. I watch in horror as he falls to his knees. Max screams as he falls to the floor. Running to his body when she got the chance. I follow close behind dropping to my knees when he takes his final breath. I pull her into my arms when she’s begging him to wake up even though we both know he won’t. She doesn’t want to believe it as she yells into his face to wake up. When I pull her into my arms she doesn’t resist and lets herself fall into my arms as I sit there, holding her close while she cries into my shirt.

Part 4

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“people you know, people you don’t” masterlist

Summary: moving all the way to the other side of the state of california, you wanted to start fresh. a completely new life from your old one. follow along to the many many hardships the reader (you) go through in this story!

NOTE: a lot of the parts in this story will follow events that happened in only some of the episodes of Sons! (Parts that won’t follow the timelines of the episodes won’t be stated otherwise!)

1. Part One “Introductions awaiting” (S4 E1) ->TBD

2. Part Two “Settling in” -> TBD

3. Part Three “Troubling events” (S4 E6) -> TBD

4. Part Four “Hands” (S4 E10) -> TBD

**!MORE PARTS TO COME!**

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somebody should draw chrissy marrying eddie circa 1989 exactly like this/inspired of: