#damn how'd you guess

[hannibard]

Behind every gay person is a gayer, more evil gay person, and a little off to the side is a social worker inside a horse.

[kjzx]

I've been playing slitherio these past few days, and after some time messing around with nicknames and my own experience with the stuff, I've realized anger is something very easy to weaponize. On my second attempt of having "trans rights" as a nickname I killed a huge ~5k point worm as a teenie tiny 200 point worm simply because it was so desperate to kill me specifically. Anger makes your life harder, but it also makes people really unwise. I fucking bet this is in "the art of war", even though I haven't read it.

[burymebeautiful]

the way i rocketed over to read this when i saw the email from ao3

You have one super power: The ability to know without fail what the truth is to any asked question. You planned to help the world as a super hero. It took you six hours for the government to declare you public enemy number one and the most deadly super villain alive.

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴜʀᴇ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || The blonde asking the pretty medic out, before anyone else can steal her away.  

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, oneshot, third years, oblivious reader, jealous bkg, treating minor injuries, recovery girl mentioned, more dialogue then usual, he’s just a lil guy, 1.2k word count

His gaze sweeps across the sterile nurses office – small beds lacking patients, a peaceful silence as always – the amount of times he's visited this month is absurd.

And the reason?

He blames her – the student aid who shadows recovery girl in her spare time – a medic hero in training, a third year just like him.

The blonde frowns at her absence and awkwardly grumbles to recovery girl – who's kindly smiling at him with curious eyes – taking a seat on the waiting chair as he mumbles.

"Hey old lady.... where is she?"

Seemingly used to his presence – and informal way of speaking – the woman chuckles and continues resupplying the cabinets with medical necessities.

As if she knew the real reason for his visits.

"Ah... y/n is running late but she should be here any second now, young man..."

Her words waver as she bites back a mischievous smile – coming up with a plan – while playing oblivious.

"but it seems she's been quite popular these days. I saw her earlier taking to some boys who seemed awfully happy to chat with the girl~"

Katsuki stiffens in his seat, his brows now furrowed and jaw clenched – her calm words beginning to get a rise out of him – his fingers twitching on his knees.

Sheesh, guess her plan worked faster then she thought.

What a jealous boy.

"Hah? That's why she's late? Because of some damn extras..."

He crosses his arms over his chest, deep in thought as the door slides open, her familiar figure coming into view as she rushes in.

His eyes narrow at the sight.

"Sensei! I'm sorry I was late, I rushed here as soon as I could!"

Recovery girl smiles, nodding her head towards Bakugo as she speaks – already taking a seat at her desk – knowing her work here is done for today.

A teasing look in her eyes that leaves y/n confused.

"It's alright dear, there's no patients today other than young bakugo fortunately. Treat him for me will you? I'm feeling a bit tired today."

"Ah right away!"

Y/N quickly puts her bag down – hastily putting on her white medical coat and restyling her hair in an easy updo – then once situated, smiling at him with recognition.

He doesn't say anything as he stands up – already knowing their usual routine – and taking a seat on one of the beds as she sits on the stool before him.

"You're here again Bakugo? You've been a bit clumsy during training lately huh..."

She giggles at his usual occurrence, completely dense to the truth.

The blonde scoffs, almost offended.

"I ain't a klutz like you! Just gotta train hard to stay on top!"

"You say that but you're basically here every week!"

Her eyes practically light up with amusement – his heart doing that weird thing in his chest – causing him to sigh and just hold his arm out, showing her the cut that took refuge on his skin.

Refusing to look at her eyes or even admit to his recent recklessness during training – that he secretly gets excited to find a reason to visit the nurse's office – a feeling he still chooses to ignore.

"Tsk, just do your damn job yeah?"

She hums and gently takes a hold of his arm, his eyes following her every move as she continues to inspect the minor gash.

Relieved it's nothing serious, she relaxes and grabs some antiseptic – carefully tending to the wound – but her curiosity gets the best of her.

"So how'd you get this one Bakugo?"

"...was sparring with half and half when his ice pierced me. the idiot looked at me with horror as if it was a fatal blow, stupid icyhot."

She laughs at his words – already imaging the comical scene in her head – his gaze just barely softening at the sound.

"poor guy was just worried ya know?"

"hmph whatever."

While she's busy wrapping a bandage around his forearm, he remembers recovery girls words from earlier – his body tensing once again – letting the words fly out of his mouth before he could think.

A hint of accusation and frustration in his tone.

"So you're really popular these days huh?"

She pauses for a moment, meeting his piercing gaze with confusion, tilting her head slightly.

"Hm? What do you mean-"

"The old lady said she saw ya' talking to some extras earlier, apparently you're awfully chummy with them."

Her eyes widened at his words – clearly not expecting that – then realization hit her.

"Ohhhh! You mean those guys who asked me to hang out?"

"What?! What did those bastards say to you huh?"

He sits up straighter on the bed as she finishes tying the bandage, urging her to continue with stern eye contact.

She studies his reaction, looking a bit puzzled but nonetheless continues.

"Just some people who I patched up a few days ago, they stopped me to ask if they could treat me to a meal. Since I helped them and all."

"Psh, as if that was the reason... stupid."

At his incoherent mumbles, she raises a brow.

"Sorry, what was that?"

He waves off her words, after all he couldn't say anything else without exposing his true feelings.

It was blatantly obvious those guys wanted more than to just 'treat her to a meal' and that pissed him off.

More than expected.

"Nothing nothing just- what did you say back?"

"Oh I said maybe next time, I mean I was in a rush to get here anyways so I didn't think much about it."

"Good."

He clears his throat, scratching the back of his head as he averts his gaze – trying to muster up the courage – and hating himself for the rise of heat in his cheeks.

Damn this girl.

"I mean uh- just have a meal with me instead..."

The blonde can see the shock on her face from the corner of his eye, his fingers involuntarily trembling at his side – from nerves of rejection or simple embarrassment, who knows – whatever it is, fuels the intense rhythm of his heart.

Reminding himself that somehow, he's grown too attached and he doesn't want to let go.

"I owe you one so- just let me take you out somewhere, alright?!"

He yells out, in usual Katsuki fashion of course.

Certainly not expecting her following words filled with excitement.

"Can we have some teriyaki then? I always wanted to eat at this one restaurant but I never had anyone to go with!"

The girl smiles brightly, her eyes glistening with joy – her legs swaying back and forth, clearly excited – it makes his previous blush go all the way to the tips of his ears.

He looks to the side with creeping shyness, a feeling he's never felt til her.

"....sure but just promise me to tell me if those guys bother you again yeah?"

"I promise! Oh, I can't wait! that's one of the places I've been dying to go too!"

Seeing an opportunity, he takes out his phone and shoves it in her hands, trying to act aloof as possible while grumbling.

"Then put your number in, all those other places you mentioned... we can go together whenever you want."

"really bakugo?!"

"only because you always patch me up!"

Seeing the way she eagerly types her contact info in only causes his feeling of triumph to grow.

He wants to explore this new feeling – find out what about her, makes him return for more – and plus, the thought of the girl spending time with other extras is just unimaginable to him.

Not when he's clearly available instead.

Because at the end of the day, he'll be damned if anyone takes his medic.

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[pomefioredove]

ok let's see

can I have a sugar cookie #16 with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle?

mwah ofc!

order #16, sugar with whipped cream, chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ I could do worse

summary: an arranged marriage with someone who hates you... or, who he thinks you are tropes: royalty au (but not really), exes to lovers (but not really) characters: leona additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu

Okay, now you've really done it.

"You're... er, shorter than I expected," the royal tailor mutters. "Your measurements indicate height, but you..." he gives you another incredulous look. Like you're some stray cat they picked off the street.

...Which, well, isn't actually that wrong!

"I'm not that short," you mutter, though the palace guards that had dragged you in here certainly dwarfed you.

The tailor rolls his eyes. "Well, we'll make do. Only the best for Prince Leona,"

When Leona had pity-invited you to a royal wedding, you hadn't (you couldn't have) known it'd be your own.

Well... not exactly. Leona's, and...

What had the tailor said? A duke or duchess or... some other gaudy title that's surely not yours.

You hadn't even changed out of your tuna-stained scrubs from Ramshackle.

"Here, here... oh, these measurements are all wrong. You'll have to fire whoever is in charge of your wardrobe," the tailor tsks. "Not that it matters now. You must be excited- married at last!"

At last? You don't ask. "Uh, sure,"

"And the prince... well... he'll come to tolerate it,"

Oh, right. Leona. You hadn't seen him since he left you and your friends at the hotel. Does he know that he's marrying you in a few minutes? Does he know that he's getting married at all?

"...I'm sure he will,"

The tailor pins some sash over your shoulder and takes a step back. "Ah, here, perfect! Just needed a few tweaks... maybe a different pair of shoes, and-"

The doors on the other side of the room slam against the walls, sending flocks of guards, maids, cooks, florists, bakers, designers, and caterers into a flurry.

"ALRIGHT, everyone OUT!"

You're the only one unaffected. Has no one here heard Leona shout?

He stomps around the room, terrorizing the attendants. "Throw those damn flowers out," he demands. "And that cake! There's not gonna be a wedding, for the last damn time, I am NOT marrying that uptight, snobby, egotistical royal PAIN IN MY- oh, it's you."

He's looking at you now, his tone steady as if he hadn't just been snarling and stalking the wait staff like a wild animal. "What're you doing here?"

You look down at the million-thaumark outfit. "Marrying you, I guess,"

Leona makes a face. It's not a nice one.

"I'd say my brother has a funny sense of humor, but he doesn't have one at all, so I'm gonna guess you got lost,"

"Please don't tell Ace,"

He smirks, the last of the maids scampering out of the room. "Yeah, yeah. My lips are sealed,"

Leona's hands find your shoulders, helping you out of the elegant wedding arrangement, careful not to welt or wound the fabric. "How'd you end up here, anyway?"

"Was waiting for you with the others," you sigh. "Grim smelled cake and ran off. I went after him, and someone thought..."

"Of all the people," he smirks, undoing the ribbon around your waist with a deceivingly delicate touch. "Well, now I feel like a jackass. If I'd know it was you and not my dearly ex-betrothed, I wouldn't have made such a big deal out of it."

You raise an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Leona's hands close around your wrists, sliding off the beaded bracelets that had been put there by a maid with a much colder touch.

"I'm just saying," he says. "I could do worse."

"...Gee, thanks,"

"I didn't mean it in a bad way," he smiles, his hands resting on your forearms. His touch is warm.

"...But I guess you really dodged a bullet, huh?" he steps away and starts walking to the door. "Who'd wanna be married to a jerk like me?"

Your eyes widen and you follow, fumbling over your words AND the train of your wedding outfit. "I didn't say I wouldn't marry you," you say. "I'm wearing all this, aren't I?"

Leona raises an eyebrow, and then smiles. "...Hm. Y'know, I'm almost tempted to say the wedding's back on and hold you to that.

...But I think I'll save that for another day."

[cherryrainn]

husk x child reader that committed su1cid3?

KID .

; pairing ; husk & child! reader (platonic)

; note ; this is so sweet. i had so much fun writing this i love husk sm

; warnings ; mentions of suicide

you wandered into the hazbin hotel one day, a lost soul in a place meant for the damned. your little form stood out, and charlie welcomed you with open arms, her kindness wrapping around you like a warm embrace.

husk watched from his perch at the bar, his usual gruff demeanor softened by the sight of you. you chatted with charlie, your innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounded you.

taking a deep breath, you made your way to the bar, your heart pounding in your chest. husk stood behind the counter, his sharp gaze fixed on the array of bottles lining the shelves.

you approached him cautiously, your steps hesitant as you climbed onto the stool in front of him. the worn leather creaked under your weight, a small echo in the vast expanse of the bar.

husk glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his expression unreadable. "whaddya want?" he grumbled, his voice rough with disinterest.

you swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. "can i... can i sit here?"

he shrugged. "suit yourself."

taking his cue, you settled onto the stool, your feet dangling above the floor. the silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken questions.

"what's your name?"

"husk."

"okay."

you stayed quiet for a while, until finally, you gathered the courage to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. "hi, husk."

he glanced at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "hey, kid."

you fidgeted with the edge of your shirt, searching for the right words. "i... i like it here. it's not so scary."

husk snorted, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "you think this place ain't scary? you got guts."

you shrugged, undeterred by his gruff demeanor. "well, it's better than where i was."

he raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation for you to continue.

"you know, living," you replied, your voice carrying a weight beyond your years.

the weight of your words lingered in the air, settling into a heavy silence. husk furrowed his brow, a subtle confusion etching across his face.

he took a sip from his drink, contemplating the depth behind your simple statement.

then, it clicked.

you killed yourself. that's how you got here.

he understood, or at least he thought he did. it all pointed to a life that had become too much to bear. husk had been around long enough to recognize the signs, even if you hadn't explicitly said it.

his gaze softened, a mixture of sympathy and understanding. he didn't pry; he didn't ask for details. some things were better left unsaid.

you decided to break the stillness that hung in the air. "soo, how'd you end up here?"

husk leaned against the counter, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "well, i didn't exactly plan on ending up here. things just... happened."

you chuckled, finding solace in the simplicity of his response. "guess we both just stumbled into this place, huh?"

he grunted, a reluctant smirk playing on his lips. "guess so, kid."

[freakaszoyd]

Missin' You Already

Synopsis: You're finally getting the time to spend with your girls after you all planned a long-awaited trip away for the weekend. But how will ony take being away from you?

pairings: semi-clingy!ony x black reader

warnings: nsfw, more suggestive, use of the n word, not proofread fr (lemme know if I missed something)

"Onyyy!!" you whine, irritated, while pacing around the room. where the fuck did you put it? You JUST had it no way it could be gone just like that.

"hm?" he says more interested in the game than you. this just makes you more irritated. You have somewhere to be in not even 30 minutes.

You and your girls have been planning to go on a weekend getaway after you all agreed to the stress of jobs and life. This was the one time you could see all your girls in one place and relax all at the same time.

"Ony did you see my phone? imma be late!" you say flipping the sofa cushions up and down.

"Nah ma, i ain' seen it. did you check the dresser?" ony asks nonchalantly while still keeping his focus on the games screen not even sparing a glance. Of course you checked the dresser, that was the first if not second most obvious place to check.

You let out a sigh knowing he'd be no help in your search. You end up finding it in the bathroom on the sink. "how'd it get here?" you think, but you have no time to fully process it and give ony a quick, "I found it." before rushing back to the bedroom to gather the rest of your things.

Rolling your suitcase out to the living room you ask "Baby can you take me over to shy's place? I don't wanna be late." he looks over at you while removing one side of his headphones. "Yea ma don't worry bout it. I'll take you over there... just after this match" placing his headphones back on and refocusing on the game.

He cannot be serious. You've told him about this trip for weeks and now he's making you late.

"Baby please! everyone's probably already over there and im gonna be the only one that's not!" you pout in hopes of him immediately taking you to your destination.

"cmonn mama. just sit on my lap here" he pauses the game and pats his thigh and you hypnotically make your way over and place your self on him. He was dressed in his signature black sweats and his black compression shirt. Dont know what it is but it gets you everytime. "you're gonna be gone all weekend just give me 5 more minutes witchu baby. I know you're gonna miss me too" he gives you a peck on the cheek. you sigh and say,

"but I don't wanna be late" you whine hoping he'll just get up and take you.

He gives you this confused look while saying "but baby you're always late. it don't make a difference now." you look at him shocked. "fashionably late" he's quick to save himself.

"I know that's right, don't try to play me" you both laugh at each others antics. "but for real let's go, you know how long this has been planned I wanna go like now ony." you tell him as you start to get up but he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you on him.

"but maybe I don't want you to go mama." he teases. damn he's too cute. how can he switch up so fast? what happened to 5 more minutes?

"ony" you say his name in seriousness. nows not the time for this you gotta go he promised to take you.

"I'm serious mama, I don't want you to go" his tone is whiney but alluring all at the same time. he leans up to kiss you pouty glossed lips. it'd almost be sensual if it wasn't for how quick it ended. "you don't love me no more so you tryna go away wit yo friends for the whole weekend?" he says smirking. he knows what he's doing. "I know what yall doin there anyway, bouta be flirtin wit other niggas n shit tss" he shakes his head and pushing you off jokingly. "I guess I can take you."

You smile "Baby I'm not. you know you my only one" you bring your finger to brush his nose, a little habit you developed to show your affection towards him, and kissed it right after.

"yea I believe you ma" he chuckles. You stand up out of his lap and start to gather your things again to get ready to leave.

"wait baby, shit. why you in such a rush? s'not like they gonna leave you here. damn" hes gripping his arms around you harder to keep you in place but now he's kissing up on your neck. you know he's trying to be slick and get you to stay. "how can I let my pretty baby go when she looks this good hm?" he breaths into your neck and keeps kissing on it.

you let out a soft moan and started to lean into his affection forgetting all about your plans. he starts to tease you, kissing you everywhere but your lips. he knows exactly how to get to you.

"cmon mama, just let me say goodbye to her." rubbing on your clothed pussy. ony whispers in your ear, "just a quickie I promise." you're hesitant. you know it's never a quick fuck with him. he loves to make you feel good inside and out. so there's no way he'll ever leave you dissatisfied. which is why you say:

"Fine." with a playful smirk on you lips.

Because what would he do without you?

[draculasfavoritewife]

Distracted

Summary: When Frank calls you during a mission after an extended period of radio silence, what could possibly make him break his own no-contact rule?

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem!Reader

Warnings: Some language; this is practically just phone sex in every way except for me explicitly stating so ;)

I think I just need to accept at this point that my Frank fics will always get away from me in the end. This one started on the 🤭 side of the scale and by the time I reached the end it had somehow reached unprecedented levels of 🥵. In any case, I love the idea of normally taciturn Frank missing talking to reader and just calling her up out of the blue to tell her that. And then I guess everything just devolved from there, as it so often does.

When you answered your phone, your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was trying to escape from your body right through your chest wall.

He never called.

Had something gone so horribly wrong that he needed to say goodbye?

"Frank?!"

"Hey there, pretty girl." His voice sounded bone-tired, but warm with affection, and your panic started to subside. "Didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," you had murmured. "You just know how I worry."

"I do." The rough laugh on the other side of the line turns your insides into a melting mess. "Just needed to hear my girl's voice for a minute. Long day."

You lie back on the bed again, letting out a quiet breath of relief.

"I miss you, tough guy."

He hums wordlessly in acknowledgement, and you can imagine him settling back against a wall somewhere, finally letting his overexerted body relax.

"Tell me what you're wearing?"

He sounds softer now, almost a little hesitant. "I wanna picture what you look like right now."

Heat rushes to your face. "Nothing special. Just one of your shirts I uh...'borrowed'. I hope that's okay."

There's silence for a moment on the other end, then a sharp hissing sound that you imagine must be him sucking in a breath between his teeth.

"Shit, baby, lookin' like that without me there to see it? You know how I feel about you wearin' my stuff. Goddammit."

You smile and stroke the threadbare fabric between your fingers. "I know, Frank, I'm sorry. But it smells like you, and I missed you so bad today. It helps me sleep at night when you're not here with me."

He chuckles softly, a deep rumbling that you feel all the way in the pit of your chest even through the phone's less-than-ideal sound quality. "Alright, alright. Which one?"

"Black. Slightly thicker fabric, buttoned collar." You tap the worn-smooth buttons with your fingertips as you say the words, an unconscious fidgeting habit.

"That old one with the holes in the sleeves?" He's way too good at this, guessed exactly which piece you would've taken refuge in during his absence.

"Damn, Frank," you breathe out, shocked at his accuracy. "How'd you tell?" He does own at least four different shirts that match the brief description you'd given.

You hear him grunt, probably a blend of approval and the soreness that comes from doing god-knows-what for the past few days. "You like that one. Only reason it's still in the closet, to tell the truth. Would've thrown it out a long time ago otherwise."

A flood of memories rushes through your mind: cuddling up to him, in bed, on the couch, his hands in your hair and his lips brushing your forehead, warm and safe in the folds of this very same shirt. "I'm really glad you kept it, then."

"I am too." A long sigh, and the rustling sounds of his large body shifting position. "Your hair up or down?"

The warmth rapidly returns to your face. Is what you think is happening actually happening?

You wouldn't have guessed Frank was an over-the-phone kind of guy, he prefers to be hands-on in every aspect of his life, but the two of you had spent so much time together lately, maybe the separation is getting to him, too.

"It's down. I took a shower earlier and wanted to let it air dry for a bit." Your voice comes out soft, vulnerable as you answer him and lean further into the pillows behind you.

"Mmm. You know if I was there I'd help you get all the tangles out, yeah?"

You shiver at the thought of his big hands in your hair, those long, dexterous fingers patiently combing their way through, their passage sometimes halting where your comb had missed a spot. "You say that now, Castle, but how do I know you wouldn't be putting more tangles in?"

His taken-off-guard laugh rasps in your ear. "Hey now, you watch that pretty mouth of yours. Don't taunt me like that." A brief moment of consideration, a heavy pause as he imagines you on top of him, that damn shirt swallowing your figure and your teasing face looking down into his. "Maybe I would."

"Thought so." You stick the fingers of your free hand through the aforementioned holes in his shirt. "I hate this bed, Frankie."

"Yeah? Why's that? Don't be a smartass now, I practically built that bed for you."

"It's too big and empty without you." You channel all of the sad, bratty tone you can possibly muster into that simple sentence.

"Christ."

You're not quite sure if the strain you hear running beneath his voice comes from exhaustion or something else you're starting. "My girl's lonely there all by herself, huh?"

"Yeah. I need you to come back, Frank."

"Shit, I know, Sweetheart. I know. I need you, too." His breath hitches, barely noticeable but you know him, and you catch it.

"You lonely without me too, tough guy?"

He hums, a non-answer, deliberately drawing the conversation out. "Look, I like bashing faces in as much as the next guy, but the people I'm after are a little bit lacking in the affection department."

You put the phone down, switching it to speaker mode and settling into a better position. "So you're touch-starved, is what I'm hearing."

You know he must be scowling and shaking his head at the accusation on the other end of the line. "Nah, I wouldn't say that, exactly --"

"Well I am." Your admission comes out as little more than a breathy sigh. "Do you have any idea how hard that is?"

He only snorts at that, and you feel gratified that the implication landed.

"I can't even watch TV at night without wishing your hand was here resting on my thigh like usual," you tell him wistfully.

A long, huffed-out exhale precedes his next words, and you grin wickedly at the sound. "Yeah, Sweetheart. I miss how you count all my scars when we're just lyin' in bed and neither of us can sleep."

"You got any new ones for me?"

The unsteadiness is completely impossible to keep out of your own voice now as you close your eyes, remembering how it feels when his hands are the ones touching you instead.

"Probably." A sharp intake of air interrupts him for a brief moment. "Not gonna tell you where, though. I'll let you find 'em all on your own when I get back."

Your entire body shudders violently at such an invitation. "I will, Frankie. I'll find all of your new scars, I promise. I'll kiss 'em for you, too -- maybe even bite 'em, if they're in good places."

"Shit."

There's a sudden vacuum left in the air between you after his sharply spat expletive, only the uneven rhythm of two people dozens of miles apart trying to catch their breath breaking the delicate silence. You pick your phone up again and bring it close to your face so you can hear his breathing right in your ear; if you keep your eyes shut, you can almost imagine he's right there in the bed with you.

"You're dangerous, you know that," he mutters after a bit. "Got me all distracted out here like some asshole amateur."

"Hey, you called me," you point out, warmth pouring into your contrary words. "I know you're not completely naive, Castle."

"Ah, get off my ass. Was a momentary lapse in judgement, s'all. Happens to the best of us."

"Mmhmm." You trace a small heart on the blanket next to the phone. "Right. Well, you better get back here soon then, and avoid any more mistakes like this, huh?"

"I will." His promise is gentle, but steel-hard with sheer conviction underneath.

"Won't be long, baby girl. Can't wait to have you with me for real again."

[jetblack4realz]

country girl - kayce dutton

this has been sitting in my drafts FOREVER so hopefully someone likes it even though i finished it up haphazardly haha

summary - kayce's always had a thing for them country girls, except most of the time the one he was talking about was you

word count - 4.4k

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"who's that?" kayce asked, looking up as you walked onto the ranch, an old cowgirl hat on your head and boots to match on your feet, a simple sixes tshirt on tucked into your wranglers. lee glanced at his younger brother, a small smile pulling his lips up as he glanced between you and kayce.

"you haven't met her yet?" he asked, finishing the buckle on his horse's saddle. as kayce shook his head, lee let out a short laugh. "that's y/n wheatley - travis' younger sister. dad's got her out here workin' for us now."

"why? what's she gonna do for us?" kayce asked, brows furrowed as he looked at you - a small thing in comparison to the cowboys and wranglers surrounding you, compared to your brother even. what help were you gonna bring to the ranch?

"whatever i ask of her." both dutton boys turned at the sound of their father's voice, eying him as he glanced between them. "she's a damn good cowboy, kayce. don't doubt it."

"then why's she here and not at the sixes?" he asked.

"her dad asked me to let her see more of the country," john answered shortly. "no more questions. let's get to work."

kayce exchanged an eyeroll with lee who only laughed, slapping a hand on his shoulder as they approached the barn, john several strides ahead of them.

"where's the horse, dad?" kayce asked when he reached john and lloyd, eying the stables for the newest arrival to the yellowstone.

"y/n's got it out in the arena," rip said, nodding out the door to where you were indeed beginning to break the young stallion. you gripped the horn of the saddle tightly, clenching your teeth as you kept the reins close to you.

"it's okay buddy," you gritted out as you squeezed your heels into his side. he broke out of bucking and simply began running the arena, letting a relieved sigh escape your lips as you adjusted in your positioning. you pulled at the reins, attempting to turn the horse, but it was to no avail - he just kept running, hard.

"she's gonna fall off," kayce said, brows furrowing.

"she hasn't ever fallen off, kace," lloyd said, a smile on his lips as he watched you ride.

"don't you worry your little head, pal," travis said as he approached the group of cowboys. "my sister's a trained professional. she'll get that horse of yours up to par in no time."

"she doesn't have to," kayce answered, eyes narrowing at the man. "i can do it myself."

"but you're not doing it yourself, are you?" travis asked, raising his brows before glancing back at where you were beginning to turn the horse around.

kayce watched you work that horse for longer than he ever would've admitted, fascinated with how quickly and efficiently you were able to calm him down and get him listening to you. you cooed at him as you hopped off the saddle and began leading him back to the barn.

"we'll try again tomorrow, alright?" you mumbled to him, stroking a hand along his mane before locking him in the stable. "we'll get there, bud."

"how'd you do that?"

you turned quickly, brows raised high. you glanced around the barn as if kayce could've been talking to anyone else. "do what?"

"calm him down so easy," he answered, stepping closer to you. "it usually takes me twice as long to get them to listen, and i'm better than the rest of the guys here. how'd you do it?"

you considered his question for a moment before shrugging casually.

"my dad claims its got something to do with being a girl," you answered honestly. "nurturing instinct, i guess. i think it's just the tone i take with them. i'm gentle. that's what they need after being ripped from their home, not to be commanded immediately. it's against their nature to listen to that."

kayce nodded slowly, looking back at the horse behind you that was munching on some hay. "i'll try that next time. i'm kayce... dutton. kayce dutton."

"nice to meet you kayce dutton," you said with a smile, offering him your hand. "y/n wheatley. i bet we'll be seeing a lot of each other now."

"i bet we will," he agreed with a nod, shaking your hand with a thin smile.

you did. it started that very night when he realized you were staying in the house with them and not the bunkhouse.

"what, you expect her to stay out there with a bunch of middle-aged wranglers?" beth asked him, raising a brow as she noticed him watching you as you sat by jamie.

"well, i don't know, i just didn't expect her to be here," kayce answered, his eyes not leaving your frame as lee started up friendly conversation with you across the table.

"she's gonna be around, you better get used to it," john told his youngest gruffly before waving his hand at lee to pass the rolls.

you were extremely polite, nothing like travis, kayce was glad to notice. you complimented and thanked gator approximately forty times and had expressed your appreciation to john about double that. beth had left the room only minutes after supper began and since then his brothers had excused themselves. soon, it was just you and kayce helping john take the dishes back to the kitchen.

"so, you're from texas?" kayce asked in lame conversation. you nodded as you began cleaning the salad bowl.

"born and raised," you answered. "haven't really left my whole life. travis gets to go out on all these shows and trips, but i've been stuck at the sixes forever. bet that's why my father sent me out here - get me some other experience before sending me out with trav."

"you show horses?" he asked, drying the bowl you handed to him.

"hope to," you said, shooting him a soft smile as you handed him another bowl. "been training my whole life for it. better be worth it."

"horse trainers make a pretty penny out here," kayce told you.

"they make even more in texas," you replied. "and even more on the road. that's where i wanna be. see the whole country eventually."

"sounds like an adventure," he hummed.

"i hope it will be," you answered. you glanced sideways at him. "and you? what are you hoping to do?"

"i don't really know, actually," he said with a slight furrow in his brow. "something with horses. i'm good with them, i like them. i don't know. might join the navy."

you laughed, looking at him more fully. "that has nothing to do with horses."

"well, yeah, but whatever i do after it could," he tried, shrugging as he laughed along with you. "it's just a filler career, you know?"

"whatever you say, cowboy," you laughed, shaking your head.

nearly every chore you were assigned was with kayce, both of you showing the other tips and tricks when you ended up with a horse to break. you offered to show him how to show them too, but he had little interest in that.

"i'm a good rider," he claimed. "i don't need fancy tricks to prove it."

"whatever you say," you told him. "one day you father is gonna want to get involved in this sorta thing. it's how my family's ranch got so big, i reckon he'll wanna get into it too. he'll need someone good to show his horses."

"and that's what you're here for," he answered, laughing with a wide grin before riding away. you rolled your eyes, kicking your horse lightly to follow after him.

you urged your horse in front of him before pulling him to a quick stop. kayce's eyes widened as he yanked on the reins to halt his own horse as he braced for impact. you beckoned yours backwards a bit as kayce finally came to a stop, a laugh slipping from your lips as soon as the dust cleared.

"i thought you were a good rider!" you accused with a wide grin.

"i am," kayce said, rolling his eyes despite the small smile pulling at his lips. "just not when idiot trainers pull in front of me."

"at least you managed to stop," you offered with a shrug. "did that to jamie the other day and he just completely turned the other way and lost control of his horse. i nearly fell off my own from laughing too hard."

"yeah, he ain't too good at the whole cowboy thing anymore," kayce chuckled. "more of a lawyer now."

you shook your head, a short sigh on your lips. "damn am i glad my dad sent me here instead of turning me into a lawyer. that sounds miserable."

"yeah, you ain't smart enough for fancy school like that anyways," kayce teased, earning a glare from you.

"at least i don't say 'ain't' every sentence. that isn't even a word!" you rebutted.

"well, it should be," kayce said, shrugging as he tried not to laugh at the eyeroll you gave him. "you know what i mean when i say it and that's what matters."

"barely," you muttered. as he met your gaze with an unimpressed look in his eye you let out a laugh, turning your horse so you could start back towards the ranch. "come on, cowboy. dinner's soon."

it wasn't long after summer ended that your dad called you home and you had to bid him goodbye. he didn't see you for two years after that and when he finally did it was not in the place he expected.

after graduating, john finally let him help out the livestock agents. lee explained the basics to him and he'd already known how to handle a handgun since he was twelve. this was a simple land dispute - one neighbor was pushing in on their land, nothing unusual, and they just had to move the fence back. lee and kayce were to keep watch in case the offending neighbors caught sight of them.

well, lee, kayce, and you.

"what the hell is she doing here?" kayce asked as he spotted you walk in and greet john.

"dad did say she was a damn good cowboy," lee answered. "guess she's back for the summer."

"she even know how to use that thing?" tucker, one of his dad's agents, asked as he eyed the gun on your hip. this caught yours and john's attention, both taking a step towards the young man.

"wanna see?" you asked, hand on the grip as you raised your brows at him. after glancing between you and john, tucker shrunk, shaking his head and walking away with a few muttered curses. this caught rip's attention and he was quick to drag him off with a few words of his own.

"man, i've missed this place," you sighed with a light laugh as you watched rip drag the man away. you met kayce's eyes, your smile brightening as you walked closer to him. "hey, cowboy. how've you been?"

he cleared his throat, glancing between you and tucker before offering you a short smile. "good. i guess."

"you guess?" you wondered with a laugh. "you got yourself a girlfriend yet?"

kayce stumbled on his words for a few moments before lee slung an arm over his shoulder, grinning. "hell yeah he does. she's pretty too."

kayce didn't know why he didn't want lee to say that, but he sure as hell didn't.

"ooh," you teased with a smile. "and what's her name?"

again, kayce didn't answer, lee answered for him.

"monica," the older dutton said, rubbing kayce's head with his knuckles as kayce fought him off.

"cute," you hummed, smiling at kayce as lee finally laid off of him. "'m happy for you."

"you, uh, you got a boyfriend?" he asked, furrowing his brows as he took a step in your direction. you laughed then, shaking your head.

"hell no, you think travis or my father would allow a boy anywhere near me?" you asked.

"well, i'm a boy and i'm near you," kayce said.

"that's different," you answered simply, waving it off. "but now that i'm out of texas maybe i could actually get somewhere. you know anyone?"

he eyed you for several seconds, lee glancing between y'all with a soft smile. "i might."

"well, let me know," you said, beginning to walk backwards towards where john had called for you. "i'll be here all summer."

and you were. and so was he. and he did everything he could to keep you from knowing that he had knocked up monica.

but, he failed.

"i saw your girlfriend in town," you told him, walking into the barn as he pulled the saddle off his horse. you had your hands shoved in your front pockets, brows raised as you watched him.

"oh," he said, glancing back at you as he stripped the blanket from the mustang's back. "and what'd you two talk about?"

"her due date."

kayce turned sharply, eyes wide as he waited for your next words.

"i was surprised," you hummed, stepping towards him slowly. "she didn't seem your type, and yet you've gone and gotten her pregnant."

"what do you know about my type?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

"you love a good country girl, kayce, don't deny it," you said, stopping in front of him as you peered up at him. "she didn't seem all too country."

"her family has a ranch," he defended lamely.

"how big?"

"not big."

"and does she work it?" you asked, tilting your head. he hesitated, so you continued. "i ain't judging you, kayce, i just didn't see it coming. and i definitely didn't see you getting her pregnant coming... what are you gonna do?"

he didn't really know what to say, so it took him a while to respond. "i don't know. i think... i gotta get out of here."

"you staying with her? you gonna stick it out for the kid?" you asked. you couldn't imagine he wouldn't, but you just had to know.

"i'm gonna do my best. she wants me to move onto the rez with her," he told you, looking down at his feet.

you paused, watching him for a few moments. "but you don't want to do that...?"

"no, not really," he sighed. he shifted on his feet. "but i don't wanna stay here either."

"what about the navy?" you asked, shrugging lightly. "give you a few years to figure out where to end up. you wanted to go in anyways."

"that's not a half-bad idea," he said.

the next day, you were gone.

"home to texas," lee told him when he asked. "travis is taking her on the road to show."

"oh. uh, good for her," kayce said, swallowing hard before nodding and turning back to head onto the ranch.

"you like her, don't you?" lee asked, smiling gently. kayce stopped.

"i have a girlfriend."

"don't change your feelings," lee said. "you've liked her since she came on this ranch. just admit it."

"i, uh, i didn't think she was coming back," kayce mumbled. "and now i've royally fucked up my life."

"a bit," lee agreed, nodding. "but you can still fix it."

kayce shook his head slowly, glancing back at him. "no, no i can't."

he wrote to you while he was deployed and you wrote him back.

it was all friendly for the first few months. you told him you were impressed with him. told him to shoot straight. gave him advice of how to help monica from so far away. helped him straighten things out with his dad, even. well, you and lee.

told him you'd gotten a boyfriend - a boy travis had hired onto the team.

that hurt. it hurt him real damn bad.

he answered you, but stopped after that. he put his head down and focused on his shooting. became a seal. he'd always been a good shot, but on the other side of the world he became known as the best shot. it made him feel good.

but deployments came to an end and he was sent back to montana.

"you seen your kid?" lee asked him as they tacked up their horses.

kayce nodded. "he's beautiful. and he's huge. six months is a long time when the kid was only three weeks when i left."

"long time," lee agreed. they both mounted and began trotting out to the main field, slipping on their hats to combat the intense montana sun. "you decide what you're doing with monica?"

"no," kayce sighed.

"you talked to y/n?"

kayce was silent.

lee sighed. "you haven't talked to her?"

"not since she said she was with that brent guy on travis' team," he admitted with a shake of his head.

"should've just told her you were in love with her at that point. she's not stupid, kayce. she'll know why you stopped talking to her," lee pointed out.

"well, what do you suggest i do now? it's been three months, she's in texas, or south carolina, or wherever the hell travis has dragged her now, and i'm here. there's nothing to do," kayce answered with a huff.

lee laughed, used to kayce's awesome can-do attitude. "i suggest that you call her. if she's what's keeping you from your kid you've got to sort that out."

"and you know this because you have so much experience?"

"with women i do," he answered with a smirk. "i have a lot of experience with them."

kayce rolled his eyes again. "i don't have her number anymore."

"i do."

"that'll be awkward."

"could be. but, you're already admitting your undying love for her, so a little extra awkward won't hurt too bad."

"shut up, lee."

"or you can just wait for them to come back into town. dad said they're coming up in about a month. think you can wait that long?"

kayce sighed. "'ve waited this long."

he didn't have to wait as long as he thought.

his phone was ringing with an unknown number as he laid back in bed, his brows knitting at the sight. pressing the green phone icon, he raised it to his ear. "hello?"

"kayce?"

his heart stopped at the sound of your voice. "y/n?"

"oh my word, hi," you breathed into the speaker, voice a bit quiet as you tried not to wake up your brother in the back seat.

"hi," kayce answered, still confused. "what's up? why are you calling me?"

"oh, sorry. travis said you'd gotten back from deployment and i wanted to see how you were doing. you sorta stopped answering my letters and i got worried."

"yeah, it was kinda crazy over there," he said, cringing at the sound of his own voice. "i'm sorry about that."

"don't be, i'm just glad you're okay."

damn. what the hell was he supposed to do about you?

"thanks," he answered, cursing himself silently. "uh, lee said you're coming up in a month?"

"we're actually headed over now," you said. "i'm driving right now, you're plugged into my headphones."

"wait, what?"

"yeah, we finished our business in arizona way early so we're headed up there now. we've been finishing up a lot of deals pretty quickly now. i think it's because we ditched brent."

kayce sat up quickly. "wait, like your boyfriend brent?"

"well, ex, but yeah," you laughed. "he was a douche, and a shit rider."

"oh," he hummed. "i'm sorry."

"don't be. i'm glad to be rid of him."

"then, congrats."

"thank you," you chuckled. "well, cowboy, i'll let you go. i know y'all are an hour ahead of arizona right now so it's late, but i'm glad i got to hear your voice. good to know you're alive."

"yeah," he said softly. "you too. it was good to hear your voice too."

you paused, brows furrowing even as you drove down the interstate. "kayce, are you okay?"

his heart pounded and his brows raised. "what?"

"you just seem... off. are you okay?" you asked again.

"yeah," he managed to spit out. he breathed out heavily. "yeah, i'm okay. i'll definitely be glad to see you soon though."

your brows knitted further. "you sure you're good?"

"i'm alright. don't worry too bad. just excited to see you is all."

"i'm excited to see you too," you said slowly. "i'll see you soon, okay?"

"yeah, okay," he agreed, nodding even though you couldn't see him. "drive safe."

"i will. goodnight, cowboy."

"goodnight, darlin'."

when the phone finally clicked to end the call he let out a heavy sigh and flopped back in bed.

damn.

but, hearing you voice for the first time in over six months had stirred something in his chest, and he knew what needed to be done.

he typed out a text to monica:

hey, we need to talk. meet for breakfast?

you pulled up at the yellowstone two days later with two massive horse trailers, four trainers, and your mouthy older brother.

kayce avoided going outside until lee pushed him out the door. "let's go, kid."

"i'm going," he huffed, walking out onto the front yard with his brother trailing behind him.

you spotted them both immediately. "kayce! lee!"

kayce was surprised when you threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly around the neck. he hugged you back, arms fitting comfortably around your waist as he took the opportunity to spin you a bit. he smiled when he pulled away. "how are you?"

"better now that i'm back on the yellowstone," you answered with a grin. then you turned to his brother. "lee!"

you hugged him too, but not as tight and not as long, kayce was quick to notice.

"it's good to see you," lee told you and you smiled wider if possible.

"it's so good to see you both," you said, glancing between them. and then your face fell slightly and you stepped towards the younger of the two. "can i talk to you, kace?"

"oh, yeah, sure," he said, meeting lee's eyes momentarily before following you down the trail that led towards the stables and stopping halfway by the big oak tree in front of the house.

you fiddled with your fingers, meeting his eyes with a hesitant smile. "the other night on the phone... i'm worried about you, kayce. the navy isn't easy and i just wanted to make sure you knew that if you needed to talk to anyone, you can always talk to me."

his brows raised in surprise. "oh. yeah, yeah i know that."

"good," you said, nodding a bit awkwardly now, unsure of what else to say.

he cleared his throat. "i actually did have something to tell you."

your eyes snapped back to him. "yeah?"

he eyed you for a few moments, running a hand through his hair. "i, uh, i'm sorry."

"for what?" you asked, furrowing your brows.

he laughed awkwardly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "you were right. she's not a country girl. she ain't my type."

"we talking about monica?" you asked.

"yes," he said with a breath of a laugh. "yeah. monica. she's not my type. she's not my girl. i never meant for any of this to happen. my kid is perfect, he's amazing, but me and monica ain't together anymore. you were right."

you took in the information with a slow nod and tilt of you head. "i'm sorry i was right."

"i'm not," he breathed out, shrugging lamely. "just because i ain't meant to be with her doesn't mean i ain't meant to be with anyone else."

"kayce?"

"huh?"

"ain't isn't a word," you reminded with a short laugh.

he rolled his eyes. "listen to my words and not my choice of words, alright?"

"i'm listening," you promised with a smile.

"anyways," he breathed out, shaking his head even as a corner of his lips pulled up into a small grin. "i know what my type is now. who i want. the type of girl i want."

"and that is?"

"someone like you." your breath hitched. "a country girl. a girl who knows her shit but doesn't rub it in your face. a girl who is so insanely aware of other people that everyone just loves her."

you smiled sheepishly. "i'll take the compliment."

"don't take it yet, there's more to it," he said, stepping towards you. "you're kind and gentle, it's why you're so good with horses and with people. you don't put up with anyone's shit - you definitely don't put up with mine. you're strong and confident and you can back up a twenty seven foot horse trailer like it's nothing." he laughed. "i want a girl like you. more specifically - i want you."

you smiled. "you mean that?"

"if i didn't would i be shaking this much?" he asked, holding one hand up with a small smile.

"no, i guess not," you laughed gently. you took his slightly shaky hands. "i want you too kayce."

"you mean that?"

"i do," you answered. and then you faltered. "but, i'm always out with travis and the team. i don't know if i can give you what you want."

"you're what i want, that's what i just said," he said, shaking his head. "i'll wait for you. hell, i'll probably be deployed for another six months here soon, so even if i did ask you to stay it'd be pointless. we can take it as it comes, yeah? i just want you."

you breathed out, considering it. "i like the sound of that."

"great," he said with a smile. he pulled on your hands. "there's another thing i want too, actually."

"what's that, cowboy?"

"this."

he raised one hand to cup your cheek and very quickly, very smoothly captured your lips in his. your arms snaked around his neck as he pulled you into him, smiling against your lips.

you broke for air, breathing deeply and both smiling widely. he leaned his forehead on yours.

"i've been wanting to do that since i was sixteen," he admitted quietly.

you laughed. "me too."

"seriously?"

"seriously."

"damn, we gotta talk more," he hummed.

"i don't think we'll have that problem anymore, cowboy," you told him as he kissed you again.

"yeah, probably not."

[isetfiretomyself]

Yandere Underground Racer X G/N Reader

Trigger warnings! Description of injuries, Reader is alluded to being harassed by another person, Murder, Kidnapping, This is all fictional I don't condone toxic behaviour irl!

🚦Ever since August was a child they loved two things. The thrill of a gamble and pink!

🚦Yandere Racer got into an illegal environment by accident. They really weren't the smartest at school or on the streets so they genuinely didn't realise the mechanic job they applied for was a cover!

🚦They were a good worker! Once they like something they're dedicated. Yandere Driver got brought into all this when the original Racer didn't show. They were a decent driver and they're boss was begging so why not!?

🚦Yandere Racer was incredibly fast. They became a bit of a celebrity. And when they found out you can customise your car? OH BOY

🚦 Yandere Racer always pulls up in a hot pink car. Always smiling like a kid on Christmas to race. It's not even about the money for them! Being a mechanic pays well, this is just a bit of fun!

After a particularly bumpy race to say the least their shoulder was out of its socket. Their opponent managed to get them right up against the barriers with a thud. Still won though hehehe. They get out the car and grab their cash. Looking at their car it wasn't pretty. "Damn it" they mutter to themselves. "Woah!? Go to the medic!" They're boss yells, freaking out a bit. He's definitely not good with injuries. "There's a medic?" August walks along till they find a little tent. I mean the underground is quite literal underground. An old apartment store "renovated" by the local gang to be a breeding round for illegal competition. Wether racing, gambling or fist fights. Heck! Even the old parking lot had been taken over. That's usually were the races are.

🚦When Yandere Racer walks in they're a little stunned. It's low-key professional. You looked up from your phone "och. Sit on the bed." You ordered in a soft tone. You were firm but for the good of others. August likes that for you! They hopped onto the the bed, like the pain didn't seem to bother them. They definitely haven't processed it yet...

"Count down down from ten"

"Ten, nine, eight , sev-Ow! Hey!"

Okay now it's back were it's supposed to be and it hurts.

"How'd you even manage that?" you say, leaning on the hospital bed next to them. "Well...My car got bashed into a wall and I guess my shoulder y'know popped right out!" "Well maybe don't race for a bit, yeah? Let it rest."

They're pouting more now. They love racing! But they do need to fix their car as well so fair enough.

🚦Yandere Racer was about to leave when you call out. They turn around to see you offering a lollipop. Oh they like you!

While August was out of Racing they were thinking about you still. "Hey! Get your head out the clouds and pass me a spanner!" Their boss yelled. "Oh yeah! Sorry Boss...just thinkin'." "About?" "The medic...they were kinda cute." Yandere Racers Boss pushes himself out from under the car he's working on. "(Reader)?" He chuckles to himself. "Kid they're way out of your league. They're the serious type." "I'm serious! Honest!" Yandere Racers rebuttal fell on deaf ears.

🚦Yandere Racer eventually got back on their racing grind. They were raking in the money! Their Bosses words had gotten into their head. They wanted to prove they were serious and you'd find them attractive! (That's how it works,right?)

🚦Yandere Racer skipped their way into your tent to see one of the fights grabbing your wrist. It was more of an instinct when the punched the fighter to the ground. Huh, thought they were supposed to be stronger.

"Thank you...?" "August!" They said quite proudly. "Oh...yeah I remember you."

CRACK, what was that? Oh just their heart breaking! Now they're more determined to make you love em!

🚦 Yandere Racer felt bad... Honestly they did! But they on purposely sabotage your car. It's a simple fix, that they so kindly offered to do for free!

When you went to the shop to pick your car up, you got a good look of Yandere Racers muscles. Oh they were definitely trying to show off to you and all their co workers found this hilarious.

"Thank you! Erm I know you said it was free but I feel bad. How about I take you to lunch? I'd say dinner but my boss would kill me if I wasn't at my stand." Yandere Racer is ecstatic! As soon as it's their lunch break they sprinted to where you guys agreed to meet.

🚦When Yandere Racer got there they couldn't help but ask. "Why would your boss kill ya?"

You explained your apart of the actual gang it's self. It's not like being in a fan fiction (⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙ oh...) and that your boss was quite controlling.

🚦 Yandere Driver realised you need a fresh start. That's why he went and saw you're boss! The big scary gang leader! And when I say saw...I mean they saw him underneath they're car after August ran him over....then reversed....twice.

🚦It wasn't that hard to (drug) get you to sleep ether! You were so busy helping fighters,you just took the bottle of water they offered!

When you woke up, you were in a ridiculously comfy bed. The room was covered in pink as well. (bet you thought I wasn't going to bring pink back up >:) - Jay)

You tried to movie but you were tied down. Panic fills your body and you start screaming for help. August starts rushing in. "(Reader)!? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You were stunned, they seemed so nice, why would they do this to you?

"You were stressed out! It's okay! That weird dude with glasses took over the estate and if anything all the fights and races are better now! I can take care of the both of us! You can just relax now! I'll take care of all serious stuff, Just - just let me take care of you!"

[secretlysamcro]

Part 1 | Part 2

Female reader x Jax Teller SPOILERS, explicit language, talk of DV, & lil bit of angst/emotions & of course, smut. If you're under the age of 18, dislike any of said topics or have not finished the show, then please read no further. Please remember, anything written between the barbed wire is a memory!

"What happened after I left?" Opie's voice cracks through the quiet. He’s leant up against the railings in the lot, arms crossed with a heavy gaze set on his best friend.

Jax doesn’t look at him right away. Just breathes out slow, cigarette burning down between his fingers. "I told her"

Opie straightens up "Told her what?"

Jax's jaw moves. His eyes are somewhere off in the distance, like he's back in that moment. "Everything" he pauses, dragging again from his smoke. "Why I stayed with Wendy. Why I pushed her away. Apologised for a lot of shit I didn't handle right. Told her all that"

Opie raises his brows, surprise flickering across his face "All these years later, you finally let it out, huh?"

Jax chuckles, but its dry. "Yeah. And she told me some shit too...shit I never even knew…" He shifts his weight, glancing over at Opie, his eyes narrowing just a touch, like he already knows the answer but needs to hear it anyway. "…but you knew, didn't you?"

Opie meets his look but doesn't flinch "Yeah…I knew"

Jax doesn't bite, doesn't get pissed, just shakes his head with a tired smile "You coulda told me brother. Coulda saved a lotta pain"

"Could've..." Opie agrees "But it wasn't mine to tell. I was holdin' both your secrets. Couldn't betray either one of you. Figured when the time was right...shit would figure itself out"

Jax nods slowly, like he respects it, even if it does sting. "Kissed her too" the confession comes out fast, grabbing Opie's attention, his head whipping round to Jax.

"Fuckin' hell Jax" a short laugh comes out "How'd that go down?"

Jax breathes out hard through his nose "She kissed me back...then we spoke about us, about all that time in between" he wipes at his nose with the back of his hand "told me about some pink diary you found when we were kids"

Opie barks out a laugh at the memory. "Shit... I forgot about that. Had your name written across every page. Hearts n’ sparkles and all that shit. Confessin' her love on every damn page"

Jax grins, breaking into a laugh. "Said she threatened to beat your ass if you ever told me"

Opie nods, somewhat embarrassed for his 13 year old self "She wasn't bluffin either. Had me pinned to the wall and shit" They both laugh but its short lived, the silence heavier.

"After that, I just...tucked her in, kissed her forehead and let her sleep. She's been through hell Ope, she's not there yet. Not fully"

Opie looks at him, understanding in his expression "She will be" he uncrosses his arms, stepping away from the railing "Anything been said since?" Jax shakes his head, as clueless as Ope is, "Nah...nothing. I dont wanna push her, and I guess she feels the same...its still...fresh, ya know?"

Jax pulls up outside his house, noticing Gemma's car parked out front. He laughs to himself, she'd been here more than ever now that you were back in town, staying with him. She loved you. Always has, always will. In some ways, she looks at you as the daughter she never had, especially back in the day when you were constantly around.

He walks through the kitchen door seeing Abel sat at the table next to you, excitedly showing off one of his new toys. Gemma, leaning against the counter, coffee cup in hand. He begins making his rounds, a kiss to his moms cheek, then one to Abel's head. He hesitates the slightest when he reaches you, but still he places one to your head too.

Since that first kiss and the unload of confessions, neither of you had really talked about it. It's been a week since that night. Since you, Jax, Opie and Happy collectively put an end to the chaos that had once haunted your life. Jax had insisted you stay with him while you figure out your next steps, and you hadn't argued with that. How could you? Jax has always made you feel safe.

"What is this, show and tell?" Jax teases, ruffling Abel's hair.

"y/n wanted...wanted to see" Abel chimes in, his face lighting up. Gemma chuckles over the rim of her coffee mug.

"I did indeed" you respond, smiling warmly at Abel, your eyes crinkling with genuine joy.

Since that night at St. Thomas, dragging Wendy's OD'ing ass through the sliding doors alongside Jax, this was the first real time you'd met Abel. And even though it's only been a week, the kid had already latched onto you like he'd known you his whole life. You sat at the table, letting him chatter on, showing you some beat up toy truck like it was the coolest thing in the world. You laughed, genuine and easy, letting him climb halfway into your lap to tell you all about it. Across the room, Jax leans against the counter, arms folded across his kutte. Gemma stands next to him, mug in hand, both of them watching, silent. The same thought probably running through both their minds. Jax broke the quite first with that dry voice. "You hear from my crazy ex wife at all?" Gemma takes a sip of her coffee, shaking her head. "Not directly, no. Word is she's still tucked away in that rehab joint. Might actually be takin' it serious this time" Jax scoffs, low and bitter. "Good for her, but she ain't comin' near Abel. I don't give a fuck how sober she gets" Gemma doesn't argue, just gives a little hum in agreement, setting her mug in the sink before crossing the room to Abel "Come on, sweetheart. Lets go see Uncle Unser" "Uncle Unser?" Jax mimics, laughing at the nickname. Abel hesitates, looking up at you with big eyes "But...but I wanna stay with y/n" Gemma crouches down beside him, smoothing a hand over his messy hair. "She'll be here when you get back baby, come on" She shoots you a knowing look, before taking his hand and guiding him towards the door.

Jax ruffles his sons hair again on the way out "Later buddy...be good for Grandma...and uncle Unser" he laughs as the last words leave his mouth, Gemma punching him jokingly as she leaves.

Jax stays leaning for a second, his eyes on the door like he was still in that moment. Then he pushes off, walking over to you and dropping into the seat across from you. No words right away, just that look. The kind that says everything he didn't know how to say yet.

He leans back in the chair, his thumb rubbing absently against the wooden table. For a long second, he doesn't say shit. Just watches you with that familiar expression he wears so well.

Then finally, his voice sounding almost curious. "You holdin' up alright?"

You shift in your seat, picking at the frayed edge of your shirt. The memories crashing into you all at once. The motel, the screaming, the sharp crack of the lamp, the blood. You hadn't talked about the relief when Jax and Opie kicked in that door, or the quiet knowledge that Jax and Happy had finished what you started. And then, Jax's mouth on yours like it was the only way he knew how to keep you grounded.

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. "I'm gettin' there"

He pauses, long enough for the words to settle. "I’ll never let anyone ever touch you like that again...you know that right?" The ferocity in his voice leaving no doubt in your mind that he meant every word. But the unspoken hangs heavier, because the part neither of you were mentioning still sat between you, glaring, waiting to be acknowledged.

Finally you break the silence, softer this time "And the other thing?"

Jax lifts his head, something unguarded flicking over his expression. He slips a hand over his face, like it might wipe away everything he's feeling. "You talkin' about the over due confessions...or the kiss?"

You nod, slow and steady, your chest tightening with each inhale. "Both" you say with a quite laugh, trying to ease the tension.

He makes a sound, a mixture between a groan and a sigh as he rubs at his stubble like he's trying to stall. "Look...it happened" His voice is low and gravelly. "But we aint gotta dig into it right now. I know your heads still all over the place. And this...whatever the fuck this is...I aint tryna complicate shit for you y/n" He shifts uncomfortably, frustration seeping through the cracks.

"Fuck...I dont know what im sayin" Jax was always different with you. Never reckless, never cold, for the most part. Just careful in a way most people never got to see.

You reach over, laying your hand over his, soothing him like you always have, even without meaning to "whatever this is Jax...I want it. I just...gotta get my head right first. Figure out where the fuck I'm standing"

He nods, no words leaving his mouth. Then, he places his other hand over yours, holding it like something solid within the chaos. His voice is rough when he finally speaks. "Figure your shit out darlin', but I ain't goin' anywhere, however this works out, I'm here"

You nod in quiet understanding, comforted by the lack of pressure. He's not asking you to say more than what you want to, not pushing you for answers or feelings that you're not ready to lay bare. It's just easy. Like it used to be.

Pushing away from the table, you gather the empty plates and cup left behind by Abel, walking them over to the sink. The water runs warm over your hands as you rinse, lost in the rhythm of it. You don't hear him move, but you feel him.

He leans against the counter beside you, arms braced back on either side like he's still holding the weight of the conversation. "There's somethin' else I wanna ask you"

You glance up at him, rolling your eyes with a smirk that doesn't quite reach the eyes. "Here we go..."

He grins, catching your look, bumping your hip lightly with his own. "Relax. It ain't anythin’ deep darlin" he laughs, crossing his hands over his kutte. "Moms had this fundraiser planned for months..." he's watching you, but not pressing too hard "...she wants you to come. Shit everyone does. But I get it if you're not up for that yet. Lotta faces. New, old..." He shrugs, looking down for a moment, like hes not sure how to word it without sounding needy. "...If you'd rather stay here, chill out...I won’t hold it against you"

You laugh a little under your breath, the sound laced with memories "I'll come" you say after a moment, drying your hands on your thighs "Haven't stepped foot in that clubhouse in years...plus I still need to meet Lyla, see if she's actually good for Ope" you say slightly teasing, but your smile fades. Just enough for Jax to notice.

"What?" Jax asks, his tone calm but suspicion evident.

You blink, caught off guard "What?"

"That look..." he says, tilting his head "what's goin' on in that head of yours?"

You hesitate, chewing your bottom lip for a second before the words finally slip out. "I just...Donna. The funeral. Me not coming" you exhale hard through your nose, eyes dropping to your feet "you think he hates me for that?"

He doesn’t answer right away.

“I should’ve been there” you continue, your voice smaller now. “I wanted to be. I just…He wouldn’t…”

The air between you both was still. Heavy.

His mind drifts back to Donna’s funeral. You weren’t there. But Tara was. She stood beside him that day, handing him his pride to place back over his shoulders. Her hand tucked into his like she belonged there. A picture you’re not yet privy to. A part of the story he has yet to tell you.

You’d witness Tara break Jax’s heart before. The time she left for Chicago, and on your last visit to Charming, she was back again, like nothing had happened. Dressed in scrubs, hair tied back working Wendy and Abel’s case. What you didn’t know though, is that night, when you left without a goodbye, Tara was the one who stayed.

It was her who helped Jax pick up the pieces in the weeks that followed. Her who sat through the night feeds, who whispered calm into the chaos while Abel fought to heal. She showed up when you didn’t…or couldn’t. Like some twisted mirror of the past. You stepping out, Tara stepping in. The roles had reversed again.

Jax shakes his head slowly, his jaw working as he chews over his words. “Back then, yeah…he probably didn’t understand it. We were all pissed and broken. Tryna keep our shit together and failing at it”

You look up at him, seeing how his face flickers between honesty and restraint.

“But now?…” he adds, his voice a little less harsh “Now he gets it. He knows why you never showed, even if it did hurt him at the time”

You nod, the guilt still weighing heavy in your chest. You didn’t no show to be a bitch. You didn’t go because your asshole of an ex had started the controlling behaviour, manipulating you in ways you couldn’t even see.

“It’s in the past, darlin”

You swallow hard, letting the silence stretch a little longer before asking what you’ve wanted to for years. “Still haven’t got a straight answer from either of you…” you murmur “…about Donna’s death”

That made him freeze, the inside of his cheek bulging where his tongue moves along it idly “drive-by gone wrong” he mutters “you already knew that y/n” he shifts his weights and you catch it.

“Yeah, that’s what I was told. Doesn’t mean it’s the truth” you raise an eyebrow.

Jax doesn’t say anything, just stares at you. A look you knew too well. One that he gave right before he started lying through his teeth or shutting down completely. He held your gaze, unflinching until he looks away first.

“You gonna help Mom with the fundraiser chilli?” He asks, his voice almost teasing “like old times?”

And there it was. The shift. That thing he always did. When the air got too heavy or the questions too close. He redirected. Changed lanes. Diverted you into nostalgia like it was the safest option. You saw it happening from a mile off, but you let him have it.

You smile, “yeah” the corners of your mouth lifting “I’d like that”

You stood beside your car, your hand twisting your keys between your fingers like you were trying to distract yourself. Everything was packed. Suitcases shoved in the trunk, bags loaded in the back seat. Every piece of your life that mattered crammed into your car. Everything else... you were leaving behind.

The clubhouse was your last stop. Final goodbyes. Closure, or some weak version of it. It was a Friday night, so you knew the place would be full, just enough noise and bodies to hide behind. You hadn't seen Jax or Opie since the night they found out you were leaving. The fallout was minor but it lingered in the air like smoke.

You stepped inside.

Pool balls clinked somewhere in the back, old rock hummed through the speakers. Just another night at the SAMCRO clubhouse.

"Come here sweetheart" Gemma's voice cut through the air like it always did. Soft but edged with iron. She wrapped her arms around you before you could even respond, holding you by your lower arms, looking you over like a mother trying to read the truth through your eyes.

"You certain about this?" She asked, voice low, like she already knew the real answer.

You forced a smile, swallowing down everything that wasn't a yes "I'm sure"

Her grip on your arms tightened. Her eyes not softening one bit. "You're gonna be missed round here. You know that right?"

"I know"

She leaned in a little closer. "You make sure that man treats you right. You hear me?" her tone dropped, and then she glanced over her shoulder, just once, towards the far back table.

"Cause if he doesn't...It wont just be me on his ass"

You follow her gaze. And there they were.

Tucked in the back corner, the table that once felt like home. Jax sat next to Wendy, Ope sat across from them, Donna curled into his side, their kids half asleep but still buzzing, refusing to shut their eyes while the grownups talked.

"Look who finally came to say goodbye" Opie muttered, nudging Jax with his elbow, his tone light, but not without a little edge. Jax didn't answer at first, but his eyes caught yours.

"She's really leavin'?" Donna asked, her eyes drifting towards you, brows drawn together.

Donna was never part of the trio back in the day, not until Opie grew up enough to realise she was everything he needed. You'd been wary of her at first. Not jealous of her, just unsure how she'd fit in. But over time? she did. Until things started changing. Until she got pregnant, and Opie stopped coming around as much. Until you started spending more time alone with Jax. Time that never quite felt innocent.

You gently pull yourself away from the conversation with Gemma, pressing a grateful kiss to her cheek, thanking her for everything she'd done for you over the years. She doesn't respond right away, just gives you that familiar look. The one she’s given you since you were a kid, showing more care in one glance than most people could manage with words.

Gemma's been more of a mother to you than your own ever was. Your real Mom barely noticed when you were around, let alone when you weren't. But Gemma? The time spent at her house, at the table with her and her boys... that was home. A real home. Somehow always finding room for you in the mess of her world.

You took a breath slightly deeper than usual, mentally preparing for the possibly storm ahead.

“Hey” your voice is quite, just about heard over the hum of music and conversation.

You step to the edge of the table, leaning closer to Opie and Donna's side of it. Donna immediately gets up and pulls you into a hug, arms tight around your shoulders. "God, y/n I'm really gonna miss you" she says, her voice wavering with emotion. "We all are"

You smile faintly, pulling back just enough to see her face. "Its not like I'm never gonna see you again" you laugh playfully.

"I know...but still..." She laughs, brushing your arm affectionately "It wont be the same without you around."

You give her a short smile, then glance past her and kneel slightly at the table so you're eye level with the kids.

"You two..." you say, smiling mischievously toward Kenny and Ellie "Be good for your Mom, okay?" They nod giggling as you turn your head toward Opie "But keep being lil' shits for your Dad alright, don't make it too easy for him" Both of them bursting into laughter, even Opie cracks a smile.

"Alright, come on you two" Donna says through her own laughter, ushering the kids away, leaving just you, Opie, Jax and Wendy.

Opie offers a small nod your way, tapping his knuckles once on the table. "Glad you came by"

You smile towards him, "Would've felt wrong if I didn't"

Jax is sitting back in his seat, relaxed but still unmoved. He hasn't said anything, hasn't even looked at you properly since you walked over. He's got a toothpick in his mouth, twirling it between his fingers like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. Wendy hasn't moved either. She stays leaned in a little too comfortable against Jax, her legs crossed towards him, on edge like she's waiting for something to start.

"So..." you cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice steady, though your hands were already trembling. "...I just came over to say my goodbyes"

No one says anything at first, Opie just stands, towering over you like he always had, a solid presence that always felt like home.

"Come here" he says, pulling you into a hug without waiting. One of those hugs that wrap around every crack in you, like somehow he was trying to pass on his strength and safety through touch.

"You ever need anything...anything at all you call me" he murmurs into your hair "We're here for you alright? you got us...always". You nod against his chest, try to thank him but your voice is gone. The tears already started slipping down your cheeks, hot and slow, soaking into the fabric of his shirt.

Still wrapped in Opies warmth, you hear movement behind you. The scuff of a chair, a murmur of voices. You turn your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of Jax rising from the table, Wendy beside him, her hand ghosting across his arm as she whispers something in his ear. Jax doesn't look your way, doesn't say anything. Just walks off with Wendy towards the dorm without so much as a glance back.

Your hearts drops, leaving a slow sinking feeling in your stomach. Heavy but numb. Opie pulls away slightly, eyes following yours towards the direction Jax had just left in.

You force out a laugh, but theres no humour in it, just ache. "Guess he doesn't wanna know me anymore"

Ope sighs, resting a hand on your shoulder "Nah. He's just...stuck. Caught up in his own shit. Doesn't mean he doesnt care"

You roll your eyes, wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. "You always do that"

"Do what?"

"Make excuses for him" you say, turning again to meet Opies eyes. "We've been through everything together, thought he'd atleast say bye, whether he's pissed at me still or not"

He looks at you with that quiet sadness in his eyes, like he wishes he could fix things for you, but he knows he cant. "He's not good at this part" he says finally "Never has been"

You shrug, trying to swallow the lump in your throat "Yeah, well...thought I meant more than that"

Opie gives your shoulder a squeeze, and places a goodbye kiss to your forehead "You do" But it doesn't feel like it. Not tonight.

You move away from Opie, wiping your face again before anyone else can catch the tears still clinging to your lashes. You make your way around the room, weaving through laughter, music and the haze of smoke that always fogged the clubhouse. Your next stop is Clay. He was never warm with you. Not like John was. But once Gemma’s house became his, he still let you in, fed you, let you crash whenever and back then, that counted for more than you’d like to admit.

“Take care of yourself” he mutters, giving you a raise of his beer.

Next, is Piney. Puffing on a cigar as his oxygen tank hissed faintly beside him. He was always harder to crack, but you knew he watched over you in his own quiet way. Just like he did with Opie. With anyone he considered family.

Then, Chibs and Tig. Posted up near the bar. Tig deep in some half drunk debate about why dogs are better than humans. You talk a little and listen to their drunken wise words of wisdom about the big world beyond Charming.

“Good luck out there lass. Not too much trouble, yeah?” Chibs pulls you into a side hug, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Tig grabbing your hand dramatically to his chest “Don’t miss me too much” he laughs before kissing your hand.

You look around the room for a moment, taking in the faces, the sounds, the weight of years in every corner. This place, this life…letting it all go hurts more than you thought it would. As a teen, you resented all of this. The Kuttes, the calls, the runs. When Jax and Opie prospected, it was like losing them. Like the club had taken them away and given them new priorities, different rules to live by. You’d been left on your own again. But then they got patched. Fully integrated within the club, not just hanging on to the edges anymore. They were the club. And you watched them rise, watched them stop taking orders and start carving their own path. But now? You were walking out of it. Out of the clubhouse. Out of Charming. And away from them.

You hadn’t intended to chase after him. You’d made peace with leaving it as it was. But when you saw Wendy leaving the dorm, that stupid fucking smirk on her face, something in you snapped.

Maybe it was pride. Maybe it was closure. Maybe it was the years between you that deserved something more than silence. You pushed open the dorm door without knocking. He looked up from where he was sat on the edge of the bed, hoodie half zipped, elbows resting on his knees like he’d been stuck in that exact position since Wendy left the room. His eyes met yours, startled slightly but not surprised.

“Ope said you're going through some shit right now, but that doesn't mean you should fucking ignore me Jax..."

Jax exhales, sitting up straighter “y/n…”

"You couldn't even talk to me at the table? not even a fucking goodbye?"

Jax stood slowly, not defensive yet...but close enough "I didn't know what to say"

"Bullshit" you seethe. "You've known me since we were six Jax. You've never shut up in all these years that I've known you... but tonight, the night I leave you suddenly go mute?"

"It's not like that"

"Then explain it!" you shouted, stepping towards him "Cause right now, it feels like you couldn't give a shit"

Jax stepped forward, the space between you shrinking. "Don't pull that shit y/n. You're the one leaving. You're the one walking out with that asshole no one can fucking stand!" he stops abruptly, he obviously had lots more to say.

You laugh bitterly "Go on, say what you really think"

"I think he's a controlling prick who doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as you" he snaps "and you're making a fucking mistake"

Your laugh is louder this time, more sharp "You've got a fucking nerve"

"What's that suppose to mean?" he says, his brows furrowed together in the middle of his face.

"Shes a fucking druggy!" you shout "Wendy doesn't give a shit about you. She loves the high more than she's ever loved a person, and you fucking know it!"

"People change" he says, so fucking casual.

"She wont" you hiss "You wanna be careful Jax, shes the kinda girl to trap you with a kid or something. Lock you in for life"

That did it. He didn't yell, didn't argue. He just stepped back, slowly like your words landed right in his chest. And that's when it hit you. Your stomach dropped, because his face gave it away before his words ever could.

"Wow" you laugh breathless, shaking your head as the weight of it sinks in "She’s…she’s already pregnant?"

He stands there, somewhat deflated. Eyes unable to meet yours "Wasn't planned" he says eventually.

"How long have you known?" you ask, your tone sharper now, like you already know you're not gonna like the answer.

"A few weeks..."

"A few weeks" you repeat, your heart rising into your throat "So all this time you've been pissy at me for not telling you about leaving...and you've been sitting on this?"

He starts pacing, clearly uncomfortable "I didn't know how to tell you, I..."

"Does Opie know?" you interupt, arms now folded tightly across your chest.

He sighs "Yeah"

You let out a bitter little laugh. "Course he does"

Theres a silence between you both, long enough to hear your own breathing until he finally speaks up, his voice softer now "This really what you want?" he asks "To leave Charming to be with...him?"

You look away for a second, the truth almost slipping off your tongue, nearly breaking free. But now you know Wendy's pregnant, what's the fucking point? You laugh softly, but there's no humour involved "I could ask you the same thing"

He rolls his eyes at your tone, his jaw clenching in frustration. You don't give him the chance to respond "Yes." you say, the lie rolling off your tongue "Its what I want" you lie again.

Jax nods slowly, trying to make sense of everything he's feeling, trying to hold it all down. "Okay" he says simply

"Okay" you echo back.

You take a step closer, your hand reaching out, fingers resting gently on his arm. "You'll be a good Dad, Jax" you say with a smile that hurts. He looks at you like he wants to say something, but instead he just pulls you into a hug that nearly folds you. He holds you like he's afraid to let go, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

"Take care of yourself darlin" he whispers, his voice still rough around the edges. That's his apology, his goodbye.

"Yeah..." you whisper back, your breath catching in your throat "You too”

The rooftop was quieter than you remembered. No piney shouting up from the lot below after catching you with one of his cigars again, no Clay pacing and yelling for Opie and Jax when they were supposed to be doing whatever stupid prospect duty they had been assigned. Even the wind felt softer up here, moving slow past your ears.

You made your way up here not long after Gemma had loaded Abel into her car, muttering something about giving the grown ups a chance to be reckless again. She winked at you before she left, like maybe she knew damn well you needed it. And maybe she was right. After the shit you’ve had going on, after everything with your ex, after everything you survived, you deserved a night of recklessness.

You’d spent most of the afternoon helping Gemma at the chilli stand, just like you did when you were sixteen and trying to prove you had what it took to be an old lady. Bossing the prospects around, elbowing Tig when he tried to steal just a little bit. Flicking napkins at Opie when he teased you every time he walked past. Lyla had been kind and sweet, you felt yourself warm to her faster than expected, especially once you saw how Opie looked at her.

You’d apologised to Opie for not being there at Donna’s funeral, finally said the words that had been weighing in your chest for a while. Told him the truth, how your ex wouldn’t let you come, how he used his control like a weapon and by the time you realised how far gone it all was, you felt like you didn’t have a choice. The apology was small, but honest. No drama, just raw, simple truth between two people who’d been through too much.

“You’re here now” he said, pulling you into a hug.

The first few hits of the joint sank deep into your chest, loosening whatever tension was left in your shoulders, mixing with the effects of the whisky you just downed not long ago. You lean your head back against the brick wall behind you, eyelids heavy, lips parted as you watch the smoke disappear into the sky.

And then you hear them, the footsteps of someone making their way up to the roof. You didn’t even have to look.

“Didn’t think you’d come up” you say low, already passing the joint to the empty space next to you.

His hairs a little messy, in that awkward growing it out stage, his eyes glassy from the drink. He doesn’t say anything, just took the joint from your fingers, sinking down into his usual spot.

For a while, neither of you spoke, until your voice cuts through the silence. “I cried you know”

Jax doesn’t say anything, but you feel the way his body stills. Waiting for you to continue.

“The night I left. From the clubhouse to his place. I cried the whole way…” you weren’t even sure why you were telling him now “…I couldn’t breathe. My hands were shaking on the wheel, felt like I was driving away from something I hadn’t figured out yet”

And still, he said nothing. Just let you speak, the way he always had when he knew it mattered.

“I kept thinking…why am I leaving? Why am I running towards someone I don’t fully trust?” You laugh under your breath “then I realised what I was running away from too”

He turns to look at you now, forgetting about the joint burning away.

“You told me Wendy was pregnant, and it was like something inside of me just…collapsed. I didn’t know why. I had no reason to be hurt. You and I weren’t…We never even…” you stopped yourself.

“I know” he nods once.

“It’s my fault” he says softly, like he didn’t mean to say it loud.

“What is?” You turn to him slowly

He drags a hand down his face “That you ended up with him. That whole mess. It’s on me” he looks at you deeply, his eyes flickering over you features “If I’d just been straight with you from the start…if I’d just said something that night, maybe you wouldn’t have gone runnin’ to someone else. Wouldn’t have gotten stuck with someone like him”

“Jax…”

“You left and I just let you go. I didn’t stop you. Sat there like a fuckin’ idiot and told you Wendy was pregnant while you were halfway out the door, like that wasn’t the worst possible moment”

“I left first…” you sigh “…I thought it would hurt less if I left first. Told myself it was time…needed a new start, something stable, someone outside of this life. I was scared of feeling too much Jax, being second to everything you already had going on. Tara, then Wendy…I was scared that if I stayed, I’d spend the rest of my life pretending you weren’t the only person I wanted to be with”

He was listening, deep in thought but still not speaking, still giving you your time.

“It didn’t hurt less” you laugh “Think it hurt worse. Every day I was with him, I kept thinking about how easy it used to be with you. How safe I felt. Even when shit was messy, club chaos or whatever, you were always there” your eyes are glistening now, not from the high, but the tears threatening to spill.

"Its not your fault Jax" you say quietly, your eyes strictly on him. "Don't carry that like it is. You aint the only one who stayed quiet. I didn't say anything either"

He looks at you but says nothing, but you can tell the words land where they need to.

"And about that night...at the hospital...I'm sorry"

He lifts his chin, taking in what you're saying. With everything that has happened since you've come back to Charming, you still haven't given him a reason why you left so suddenly.

"I shoulda waited. Shoulda said goodbye properly. But standing next to Gem and Clay, seeing you holding Abel like that...so small and so fucking...fragile I...my head was fucked Jax. I wanted to tear Wendy apart. I always knew she would...." you stop yourself, now still isnt the time. "...plus, he didn't even know I was in Charming, I needed to get home before he noticed or he..." You trail off, your voice portraying the unforgotten ache. "I fucked up, I know. I Shouldn't have left you alone with all that shit Jax"

He shakes his head, and lets out a deflated laugh. But its not amused, its more sad "I wasn't alone, y/n"

Your brows crease together, the expression asking the question for you.

"Tara" he says bluntly, eyes now fixed on the lot below, the memory of how easily she slotted back into his life after everything she had already done to him, clear in his mind. "After you left...she stuck around. She knew I was breaking, knew I'd take help from anywhere...anyone"

You process the words slowly, the pieces falling into place "You and her...?" you ask gently, trying to sound neutral, but there's a tiny thread of disappointment in your tone.

He nods "For a bit. I still loved her...or thought I did...I don't know" he pauses, his jaw stiffening "She had this ex from Chicago. Obsessive type. Scared she couldn't shake him and she knew if she came to me with it...I'd handle it" he doesn't look at you, but you don't need him to.

"Handle it" you say back to him, saying the words out loud making the meaning much more obvious.

He turns his head finally, eyes meeting yours. And in that look, you know. You know what he did.

"So i'm not the only woman you'd kill for?" You nudge him with your shoulder, easing the tension just a small amount, he cracks a stiff smile.

"I don't regret what we did for you" he says, his tone confident, unwavering. "Not for a fuckin' second. But her? She played me...knew how to get through the cracks, I just didn't see it till it already happened"

"She still around?"

He shrugs "In and out of St Thomas, haven't seen her for a while though...haven't wanted to"

You want to be mad for him, to rip both Tara and Wendy apart with words, and hands. But instead you just lean your head slightly against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry for everything" you whisper.

"I'm sorry you felt like you had to leave" he breathes the words back.

And that's it. Thats all that needed to be said. You both sit there, quiet now, staring out at Charming like you used to. It's not the same, nothing ever is. But for a few minutes, sitting head to shoulder again?

It feels close enough.

Hours pass, the fundraiser burning itself out into the kind of night samcro always end up with. One too many bottles passed around, someone half naked on the pool table, Tig getting head in the corner like its a performance. Chibs is blackout drunk laughing at his own joke as Juice sings along to a song no one even remembers putting on. There’s smoke in the air, sweat on the walls and the sound of someone throwing up behind the garage.

Somewhere between that last rooftop silence and now, you and Jax both had more whiskey in your system, more heat in your blood, your laughter louder and limbs heavier. The kind of drunk that made you feel warm and reckless, like you could say anything, do anything. You both peel away from the noise and drift towards the dorm, just like old times. Except when that door closes behind you?

Everything was different. It started off with that look.

That slow, heavy Jax Teller look. The one that always came with a slight tilt of the chin, that 'I've already fucked you a thousand times in my head' look. Eyes low, and his voice rough but smooth at the same fucking time.

"You know..." his eyes dragging down your body, lingering where your dress hugged tightly at your hips "I used to jerk off thinkin' about you in shit like this" No smile, no shame just quiet truth. The whiskey clearly catching up to him, making the truth easier to confess.

That hit hard. Not because you've never wondered if he thought of you like that, but because he finally fucking said it. You swallow hard, heat prickling across your chest, and for a second you almost let the silence hang.

But then, you stumble forward, letting it slip. "I used to think about you when he fucked me"

His mouth parts, but he says nothing.

"Every single time" you continue, eyes darting over his expression "I'd close my eyes...pretend it was your hands, your voice..."

His nostrils flare, and you catch the way his jaw ticks at your confession "You sayin' that to piss me off?" the crease in the middle of his brow returns, as he takes another step towards you, real fucking close now.

"No. I'm saying it cause its true"

And that was all it took. It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't slow either. It was drunk, desperate and years overdue.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you don’t hesitate. You let him press you down, let him crash over you like a wave that had been building since you were fifteen. His mouth found yours fast, sloppy, rough and hot with the taste of whiskey and want. His hands were everywhere. Under your dress, up your thighs, while your fingers yanked against his belt like it was the only thing between you and everything you both needed. You were a mess already, breathless, laughing into his mouth as his teeth caught your bottom lip and he groaned against you, a sound you were new to but already couldn't get enough of. You didn't know where to start, and neither did he.

You panted, still grinning as you work to undo his belt buckle, you were laughing, frustrated and breathless fighting with the damn thing.

Jax smirks, barely lifting his head from where he was sucking at your neck "need help?"

"No...I got it" you tug harder, making a strained noise, grunting completely giving up.

Jax chuckles leaning away from you "you're pullin' the wrong way"

"I know how a fucking belt works" you snap, laughing as he sits up just enough to do it himself

"There..." he says, finally popping it open with a flick of his wrist "...Jesus christ"

You've seen him naked before. Back in the day, drunk nights, long summers, dumb dares. It wasn't every day but it wasn't rare. Jax never gave a fuck. You'd walk in on him pissing behind the clubhouse, stripping off in the lot after a job, passed out bare assed on Opes bedroom floor more times than you could count.

But this? this wasn't the same.

Because now you were laid back on the dorm bed, dress hiked up around your hips, the fabric of your panties glistening with desire, your thighs open wide, Jax Teller nestled between them, shirtless, breath heavy and his belt finally unfucking done.

You feel the head of his cock slide through your folds, slow and teasing. Catching against your clit before slipping lower. He was soaked in you, you were already shaking and then, he pushes in.

Slow.

Just the tip at first, but it was already enough to knock the air from your lungs. Your whole body tenses, your back arching away from the bed as a gasp breaks free from your throat as the stretch hits you hard. Deep, full and perfect. He was thick, so fucking thick and he didn't stop. He kept going, inch by aching inch, burying himself inside you like he belonged there.

"F...fu..fuck" You choke out, head falling back against the flat as fuck pillows.

Jax groans, deep in his chest, One hand sinking into your hip, tight enough to leave marks, and the other placed on the matress just beside your ribs.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ y/n" he grits out, voice already wrecked "You always been this fuckin' tight?"

You let out another moan, fingernails scraping over his reaper.

The weight of him pressing down against you, feeling every inch of him, every breath, every shudder that rolled off his body and into yours. His dick buried deep, his hips grinding slow and heavy like he couldn't bring himself to stop, even if he wanted too. His hand found your neck, his thumb at your jaw, holding your head in place like he needed to keep you right there beneath him. Your hips roll, matching the drag of his cock like your body had memorised this rhythm in a dream. You tilt your hips just enough to catch him deeper, your waist moving in desperate waves meeting each thrust with one of your own. It was filthy and perfect, the way your bodies collided, the slaps of wet skin, the quiet, gasping moans pressing into each others mouths. You could feel him shaking above you, the way his muscles locked tight trying to keep from spilling too soon. Every time he sinks back in, you push up to meet him, grinding against him, slow and purposeful, letting him feel just how fucking badly you’ve wanted this.

Your thighs clamp tighter around his hips and your ankles lock just behind his lower back, keeping him close as he grunts into your neck, fucking you harder now, less rhythm but more need. You move with him, catch his vibe and fuck him right back. In the clubhouse, Opie was drunk too.

Not face down in the dirt drunk, just that slow heavy buzz that settled deep. Behind his eyes, in his chest, in the memories he hadn't thought about in years. The drunk that made you nostalgic, stupid and curious.

The lot was still loud, the party just about winding down but not done. Music still playing low, croweaters doing their job. But you and Jax? you'd dissapeared. He finished his beer and started wandering. He checks the rooftop first, your old hangout. Empty beer bottles, finished whiskey glasses and an ashtray with half smoked joints. Then the kitchen, the back office, even the damn garage for some reason. Still, nothing.

So now he was zig zagging his way towards the dorm, muttering under his breath, mostly to himself.

"Dumbasses probably passed out somewhere" he grumbles.

He didn't knock, cause why the hell would he?

The door creaks open on the old hinges, and there you both are. Right in front of him.

You. Naked, flat on your back with one leg now hooked over Jax's shoulder.

Jax. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, the other gripping your thigh as he rams straight into you like the rest of the world didn't exist. Your moans filling the room, loud, wet and desperate. Jax looking like a man fucking possessed.

He backs out slowly, carefully. Pulling the door shut with quiet movements of a man defusing a bomb. It clicked closed, and he stood there in the hallway, blinking like he'd just seen a ghost.

Then he laughs, low, rough and tired.

"Bout fuckin' time" he mutters to himself, before taking a seat back at the table, lighting a smoke and trying to burn the image of his childhood bestfriends fucking eachother.

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Twilight: The Human and the Wolf Chapter Fourteen

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Parings: Paul Lahote x OC (First person, no use of Y/N)

Description: Bella Swan's twin moved to Forks with her sister. Whilst Bella falls for a vampire, her twin falls for a wolf. The story runs parallel to Bella's story in Twilight. But following her twin and her life with the wolves.

Rating: Eventually explicit.

Warnings: None

Chapter Fourteen - Just a Swan girl lunch today then?

Once morning, I stretched slightly in the bed, feeling a hard body against mine, I made a little stretch noise and opened my eyes, seeing Paul's sleeping face. His face was relaxed and peaceful, his arms were still wrapped around me, holding me close even in sleep. His lips were parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. 

I moved slightly, pressing a kiss to his chin, his hold on me making it impossible to kiss his lips. His eyelids fluttered open at the touch, he stirred slightly, a soft rumble escaping his chest as he slowly awoke. His eyes met mine, a lazy, affectionate smile spread across his face. 

"Mmm, good morning, sweetheart..."

"Morning you" I mumbled, my voice still sounding very sleepy. 

"You sound cute when you just wake up...How'd you sleep?" He asks. 

"Brilliantly" I answer "I could get used to sharing a bed with you" 

Paul chuckled, his breath tickled my skin as he spoke. He ran a hand through my hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. "Me too, sweetheart. It feels right, y'know. Waking up with you in my arms...I like it"

"Mmm it really does..."

Paul's eyes darkened slightly as he looked down at me, his hand moved to cup my cheek, his thumb gently stroked my skin. His voice was low and affection as he spoke. "You look really beautiful when you first wake up, you know that? All sleepy and disheveled, It's pretty damn sexy"

"Why thank you, you look lovely as always, my wolf" I say sleepily. Paul chuckles softly, he pulled me closer to him, his eyes roaming over my face and body appreciatively. He ran a hand down my side, his touch gentle and affectionate. 

"Trust me, sweetheart, you take the 'lovely' crown in this room. I could get used to waking up to this view every morning" 

"One day" I giggle.

"One day soon, sweetheart. And when that day comes, I'm gonna kiss every inch of your beautiful body every morning"

I blush at his words, and then frown a little, I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall. I groaned a little. 

"We better get up... We still have school today" I say, feeling a little sad. Paul groaned with disappointment, burying his face against my hair. He mumbled against me, clearly not wanting to leave the bed. "But it's so damn comfy here...Can't we stay here a little longer?"

"I have to drive to Forks...I have to get up now, or I'll be late" I say frowning. Paul sighs in defeat, he loosens his arms around me, reluctantly letting me go. "Fine, fine, sweetheart. I guess we gotta get up...Even if I don't wanna"

We reluctantly get out of bed and get dressed, Emily had made breakfast for us, grinning happily I sat down and grabbed some food, I looked to Emily. "Thanks mama Em" I tease playfully. 

Emily chuckled, shaking her head jokingly. "Don't start you. And you" She says to me and then Paul, pointing at him. "Better not be getting up to any mischief in my guest bed"

Paul smirked, feigning innocence. "Me? Mischief? I would never dream of it, Em"

"We were good" I promise Emily. "I barely like kissing a seventeen year old Paul" I say grinning, poking my tongue out at my boyfriend. I only had a few months to wait until Paul was eighteen, it couldn't come soon enough. Paul pretended to look wounded, clutching his chest dramatically. He feigned a hurt expression, his voice filled with mock-offense. 

"You wound me, sweetheart. Just barely like kissing me, huh? I thought you enjoyed it more than that!" He whined. Emily and I giggled at him. "Want a lift to school, dork" I ask. Paul pretends to consider my offer for a moment, his mock-offended expression gradually transforming into a big, cheeky grin. 

"Please" He answers, he stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his biceps flexed slightly under the sleeves of his shirt, making my mouth water. I stared for a moment long, and then finally stood up. 

"Thanks for the birthday party Em, and breakfast!" I say, grinning, I take Paul's hand and we leave the house together. We climb into my car and I start driving to Paul's school first. I park up close to the road, and reach over, pressing my lips to his. 

"Have a good day, be good" I say, teasing him. I watch as his rolls his eyes, he reaches over and kisses me again before climbing out of the car and leaving me. I drive to my own school and park up. I rush to class only just making it, I slide into my seat next to Bella. 

"Cutting it close, aren't you?" She mumbles. 

"Yeah, I stayed at Emily's last night, took Paul to school" I say, blushing a little. I watched as Bella raised an eyebrow, a sly smile crept onto his face. 

"I take it didn't stay too PG between you two? Seeing as how flushed your cheeks look" She whispers. 

"Bella" I squeal "Paul and I have decided to wait until we take that step" Bella chuckled at my reaction, gently teasing me as she responded. "It's not my fault you're blushing and all flustered. So Paul wants to wait, huh?"

"I want to wait, Paul respects my decision" I say blatantly. Bella nods, understanding. A soft, almost wistful smile spreads across her face as she responds. "That's good"

I nod and finally change the subject, wanting nothing more than the move away from mine and Paul's sex life. "How was your party at the Cullens?" I ask, as I finish asking I notice a slight falter go across her face. 

"It was...Well, Carlisle and Esme are so kind, and they all made my party...very... interesting" She explains, I could tell she was leaving something out. I narrowed my eyes, something else happened, it must of. I could tell. 

Weirdly the Cullens weren't at school that day either. Bella opted to sit at their usual table all alone, I frowned and grabbed my food tray, I walked over to her and sat down. 

"Just a Swan girl lunch today then?" I say, smiling, hoping to cheer her up. Bella looked up at me for a moment, a flicker of relief washed over her face. 

"Yeah, just us Swan girls today, it seems" She says. Her expression darkens slightly as she speaks. I couldn't help but notice a hint of anxiety and worry in her eyes. 

"Bells, what happened at your party? I know something happened, I can sense it" I say carefully. Bella lets out a deep sigh, clearly reluctant to speak about it. Her eyes meet mine, her expression weary and conflicted. 

"You're too perceptive. I was hoping you wouldn't notice something was off...Something did happen, but I don't want you to worry!" She says, her voice rambling. 

"What happened?" I asked, fearing the worst, my eyes darted to her neck for a moment. Did a vampire feed off her? Did she find out they're vampires? Does she even know about the vampires... 

"I fell...at the party, landed on a table with glass on it, cut my arm up pretty bad. But Carlisle patched me up" She explained, but I knew. I knew she was lying. But I couldn't push, not without mentioning the vampire part. 

"Oh Bells, I'm sorry" I say frowning. I felt guilty, my birthday had been great, one of the best nights of my life, and sounds like she had a pretty bad night. The rest off the school day dragged, it was uneventful and I tried to stay with Bella for most of it, feeling bad for yesterday. Like maybe I had abandoned her. Once the day was done, we drove home, I parked my car next to Bella's truck when I noticed Edward waiting by the house. I frowned when I saw Bella walking towards him, and they both walked closer to the forests behind the house. I did want to follow them, but I wouldn't invade Bella's privacy like that. 

I walked into the house and smiled when I saw my dad. I said hi as I sat by him. We chatted for a little while, talking about school, and I told him about my party, parr the bit where I slept in a bed with a boy. He did not need to be scarred for life with that information. 

Charlie then glances up at the clock and it's then I realise how many hours it had been since I watched Bella walked into the woods with Edward. 

"When did you last see Bella?" He asked me. 

"Just outside, seconds before I walked in..She walked into the woods with Edward" I say quietly, feeling a lump in my throat. 

Soon we had a full search party out in search for Bella. I stood by Jacob as our dads looked over a map.

"You doing okay?" Jacob asks me, bumping his arm against mine. I look up, feeling stressed. 

"I shouldn't of let her go into the woods with that leec- Cullen.." I say, stopping myself before I said leech. Jacob didn't seem to have noticed. 

"Don't blame yourself, you couldn't of known what would happen" He says softly to me. I sigh sadly knowing Paul was in the woods in wolf form along with Sam and Jared searching for Bella. I shuffled a little closer to my dad when I hear Harry say the Cullens had left town. 

"They left?" I asked, repeating their words. Before anyone answered me, I heard Sam's voice call my dad's name from the woods, I turned round seeing him carry Bella in his arms. I rush over to him, along with my dad.

My dad takes Bella into his arms, I stay by Sam for a moment. 

"Thank you Sam" I look over to see my dad carrying Bella into the house. "Is Paul patrolling tonight now?" I ask, Sam gives me a stern look. 

"Yes, he will be"

"Tell him I'll swing by his tomorrow after school?" I ask hopeful. Sam gives me a quick nod. 

"I'll let him know, you alright though? After all this craziness?" He asks, placing a hand on my arm, I lean into his touch. 

"I'm fine, sad I don't get to see my boyfriend, but my sister needs me right now" I say quietly. Sam gives me a quick goodbye and I turn to walk into the house, not quite sure what I was walking into...

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[sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes]

Virgil: ...is this what cam girls feel like?

Remus: I feel like cam girls do a liiiitle more then we did

Virgil: well at least they get paid, we had to flirt with that weirdo for free!

Remus: No, we lost a bet, that's not free, it's just hoeing for a bono

Virgil: why would you even put up flirting with Wrath in the first place?

Remus: oh, so you thought he could steal that hotdog roller?

Virgil: NO- IT'S JUST- ugh, that whole video we recorded yesterday- "oh Wrath your villain introduction was so cool-" ew!

Remus: that wasn't even the worst part, the everyone had to watch us do that!

Virgil: plus he probably won't leave me alone for like a month now, he's gonna go home to his video games and make create-a-characters of us.

Remus: yeah he'll kill us in Grand Theft Auto

Virgil: you can make characters in Grand Theft Auto?

Remus: do I look like a bitch who would know?

Virgil: whatever, God I need a Xanax- wait where'd I put i- BITCH THAT WAS MY LAST XAN, HOW'D YOU TAKE THAT?!

Remus: quick hands. Man tiddy and Xanax, what a combo!

Virgil: goes together like peanut butter and Percocet...

Remus: "this is true"

Virgil: oh yeah, he kept doing that! "This is true"

Remus: like he's too good to say "yeah" he has to be a scientist about it

Virgil: heh- and- and what about "ummm okaaay?"

Remus: I HATE it when they do that! Like they have to sound like the gay comic relief cat in every Disney movie

Virgil: "this is true"

Remus: "this is true!"

Virgil: "yes in fact!"

Remus: "quite in interesting outfit!"

Virgil: "stop screaming we're having sex!"

Janus: what are you doing?

V + R: UH-

Janus: sounds like you had a run-in with Wrath

Virgil: what the fuck do you wa- oh he has McDonald's- Janus where'd you get McDonald's?!

Janus: ...McDonald's?

Virgil: bitch gimme a fry!

Janus: IS THAT HOW YOU ASK?!

Virgil: BITCH PLEASE GIVE ME A FRY!

Remus: and yeah we saw Wrath

Janus: me too, I could tell. He was drawing pictures of you guys when I saw him!

Virgil, mouth full: no way

Remus: what were we doing in the pictures?

Janus: like... Being cute, making kissy faces with hearts around it...

Virgil: Remus, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who can't even tie his fucking shoes!

Remus: well at least he can't torture us, can't tie a rope either

Janus: yeah, but I ripped them up and threw them in the trash, told that hoe to watch it.

Remus: you're the best, Janus

Janus: I know. Okay, I'm gonna go flirt with Patton, see you guys later

Remus: ...he's like the honest bitch ever

Virgil: eugh, I guess... ...

Virgil: ... ...What's gayer, dating a guy or wanting your sworn enemy to have sex with your dead body?

Remus: hmmm... Dating a guy? The second's kinda like using a fleshlight I guess

Virgil: okay... Still could be gayer...

Remus: what were we talking about... Oh yeah, so what are we doing for this next Sanders Asides?

Virgil: it's the movie casting thing right?

Remus: yeah- yeah, so I was thinking-

*BANG*

Virgil: WH-

Remus: I think the AC exploded again

Virgil: god that scared me- okay, sorry, continue

Remus: the challenge should be a cast of bald guys who DON'T look like they say the n-word

Virgil: how is that a challenge?

Remus: name one.

Virgil: Vin Diese- no, wait... Bruce Willi- wow, this is challenging!

*BANG* *BANG*

Virgil: damn, that's alot of AC units...

*buzz*

Virgil: oh wait, that's my phone... Huh, I just got a voice message from Logan.

Logan: hello Virgil, I'm just calling to inform you that the mindscape's on emergency lockdown. Please follow procedures at this time.

Remus: what the fuck was that about?

*BANG* *BANG* *SCREAMING*

Remus: is that...

Virgil, standing up, voice doubling: Wrath's snapped, we gotta get out of here!

Remus: huh...

Virgil: what are you doing?! Let's go!

Remus: we flirted with him yesterday, we're the last people he'd kill, just chill out.

Virgil: THAT'S EASY FOR YOU TO SAY, YOU TOOK MY LAST XANAX! *runs off*

Remus:

*BANG*

Remus:

*BANG*

Virgil: *slowly sits back down*

Remus: I thought you were running for it?

Virgil: security locked the doors...

*BANG*

Virgil: oh my God-

Remus: damn that was a big one!

Wrath in the distance: "TOOK TOO LONG TO APPEAR" YOU SAY?! WERE THE BACKGROUND HINTS AND GLOWING EYES NOT ENOUGH?! WHO ELSE WANTS SOME, HUH?! HUH?!

Virgil: ...is this how the series ends?

[triptychcryptid]

A CALL HOME

SHERMAN PINES DIMENSION H512'12, NOVEMBER 1ST, 1974

(Warning, mention of prostitution and abuse)

Sherman sat on the living room couch, absently running his hand over the burnt orange, mustard yellow and white striped fabric, pilling it, then smoothing it back over. Super Friends was playing on the tv, but it barely held his attention. He kept hearing a phantom ring from the kitchen, he'd turn his head only for the faint sound to fade away. He'd turn back to the tv. Check his watch, turn his head back to the kitchen, then back. It was two minutes to 4, and the ticking seconds took an eternity. How had it only been a minute? It felt like an hour had passed! An hour of turning, listening, and nothing.

Now It was 4:00, and nothing. Any second now. 4:00 and 3 seconds. 4:00 and 6 seconds. 4:00 and 11 seconds.

Riiiiiiinnnnggg

Sherman jumped at the shrill sound that penetrated his intense second counting, then launched himself over the back of the couch. He bolted to the kitchen and picked up the phone mounted to the wall.

"Hello?" He answered, trying not to make it obvious he'd been waiting all day for this call.

"Hey, Kiddo! How are ya?" Said a gruff voice from the other end.

"Hi Stan! I'm pretty good! How's Vegas? Did you win any money?" He replied, unable to hide his excitement. Sherman looked forward to these calls. Every other Thursday, when Mom was out with her friends and Dad was at the races, Sherman got the house to himself. Stan always called him at EXACTLY 4:00. He was never late, not once.

"Oh, I won a little bit. Nothin' much though. Just enough to get something to eat and gas for the car." Stan's free hand instinctively brushed over the part of his shirt that hid a cigar burn on his chest. The latest in a series of fresh wounds and marks that came with his current job. The swollen, discolored right eye, the bite and scratch marks on his neck and shoulders. The cut on his stomach, marking him as property. But hey, two days of that had gotten him enough money to send Sherman a birthday present next week, and he even had enough left over for a couple of meals.

He hated lying to Sherman, but he wasn't about to tell his 12 year old brother how he really came by his money. "Hey, how'd you do on your history test?" Stan asked, wanting to change the subject.

"I got a B+! I got docked on the questions you didn't help me with, but that's way better than I would've done on my own! " Stan grinned on the other line.

"Hey, that's great, Shermie! Good job! What about math and science? Still acing those?"

"Yep, still getting a A in math and A+ in science and social studies! Oh, Stan, guess what! We just learned about the Solar System!" Sherman said excitedly. Stan listened as Sherman launched into a lengthy, animated recounting of everything he'd learned.

Of course, Sherman had known all of this since he was 7 years old and probably knew more than the teachers at this point, but he would never tire of anything Space related, and Stan would never tire of listening to him talk about it.

Not anymore, at least. When they were younger, the incessant planet talk would get on his nerves sometimes, as did Ford with...well, most subjects. Now though, almost two years after being kicked out, he'd happily listen to Sherman talk about anything for hours. Ford too, but he wasn't ready to admit that yet.

He missed home. He missed having dinners with his broken little family. He missed Ma having to tell him to stop flicking peas at Ford when Ford's attention was taken by whatever was going on in his head. He missed Ford retaliating with a spoon, mashed potatoes, and weirdly perfect aim that always managed to land the offending food in Stan's hair.

He missed Sherman laughing so hard at their antics that soda damn near came out his nose. He missed the warmth of a home. He even missed mundane chores like being able to do his laundry whenever he wanted. Doing after dinner cleanup with Ma. Having food available whenever he wanted it. Feeling safe, secure, and without eyes watching him wherever he went.

Skin that wasn't marred and broken.

Stan never realized how much he would miss these things until they were taken away from him. His world turned upside down in the thick embrace of darkness, all over a stupid accident. If he could turn back time, he would leap at the chance. He would also beat his father until his knuckles were bloodied and his father lay broken on the ground.

But for now, he would gladly miss a meal or two to save the 10 cents for his bi-weekly calls home.

"Oh, shit, I think I hear Dad!" Sherman had started swearing now. Really he'd started after Stan got kicked out. Well, a month after, when he'd started speaking to Filbrick and Stanford again. Stan wasn't about to chastize him. God knows he'd been swearing since he was about 6. If anything, Sherman was late. "Stan, I gotta go. Bye, I love you!"

"Bye, Sherman, I love you too." Stan managed to keep the pain and disappointment from creeping into his voice, but only just barely. His chest hurt with the cold pain of longing. He didn't want the call to end. He didn't want to be jerked back to his bleak reality.

But the dial tone signified the end of his reprieve, of the small modicum of happiness he got every two weeks, sandwiched between pain, humiliation and lonliness. He gingerly hung up the phone and looked through the glass of the phone booth to the casino looming at his right.

Back to work.

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@tinfoil-jones

In case it wasn't clear in the beginning, Sherman wasn't hearing ghosts. XD It's more like that thing when you're SO excited about something that you think you hear it.

Also, Stan and Sherman were really close. Sherman was close with both twins, but he went to Stan for protection and comfort more often than Ford. Stan came to blows with Filbrick a few times when Filbrick started being critical or verbally abusive to Sherman. Stan felt like he could take the abuse and deserved it, but not Sherman. I was telling @nowimjustastranger that DD Stan's life is like John Wick but horror and Ford's is a dramedy. XD Sherman's would be like those 70's children's cartoons that are all happy and bubbly but sometimes have REALLY dark episodes. XD

[bellaxgiornata]

Because @fireeyes-on-teller-dixon-grimes asked about Matt in his hospital gown wandering around in my mental apartment in front of all the fictional men, this happened. Ask and you shall receive, I guess?

[Matt, casually strolling into the apartment in his hospital gown, ass out.]

Frank, rolling his eyes: Oh, great. There he is again. Fuckin' Nightgown Man in the goddamned flesh. D'ya really gotta do that?

Jax, glancing up from his morning coffee before making a disgusted face at Matt: What the fuck, man? Put some fuckin' clothes on.

Matt: I don't see what the problem is.

Frank: Your bare fucking ass, that's what.

Mikey, brows furrowed in confusion as he looks up from his book: Did ya walk all the way home like tha'? How'd they even let ya out o' the hospital?

Matt, casually making his way to the couch: Convenient power outage.

Jax: Jesus Christ, you couldn't have put some fuckin' pants on? [glancing at Will beside him] How are you just ignoring this?

Will, unfazed as he drinks his coffee: My brother Benny has done far worse.

[Raymond steps out of his room, quickly doing a double take at the sight of Matt and the state he's in. Immediately he's blinking in quick succession, the movement an uncontrollable tic before he adjusts his glasses.]

Raymond: Don’t you dare put your bare ass on that sofa. That is exceptionally unhygienic. That is a communal sofa.

Frank: Now you've gone and done it, Red. You threw him into another fit. Put your goddamn ass away before he has a damned heart attack.

Raymond, grumbling: I swear, all of you belong in a fuckin' barn. Just a bunch of filthy animals living together.

Jax: Would you stop bitching about cleanliness? What are you, the goddamned maid around here?

Frank, gesturing a hand at the guys arguing: You see what you're doin', Captain Nightgown?

Matt, lowering himself onto the couch with a smirk: I can't see anything, Frank.

Frank, straight-faced: Real fuckin' cute, altar boy.

Raymond, shaking his head and muttering to himself as he heads straight for the door: I'm not fucking doing this. I can't live here in the filth and the mess. I doubt a single one of them even know what wagyu is. I'm done here. She is absolutely insane thinking I can live like this.

Matt, grinning triumphantly when the door shuts: That's one less.

Frank: Don't bullshit yourself, he'll be back. Bella ain't done with that one.

[bugs1nmybrain]

Bipolar!Tomura x Reader

Warning: Bipolar Disorder (implied to be type 1), gender-neutral reader, angst, fluff, Shigaraki is mean to the reader, psychotic symptoms, substance use (weed and alcohol), short

note: Shigaraki refers to himself as "being bipolar." I'm aware this is pejorative language, but it made sense for the context of Shigaraki's condition in this story. I also have Bipolar Disorder for reference.

The TV was barely audible over the obnoxiously loud video game music and sound effects coming from Tomura's bedroom. It wasn't like he was ever quiet, but this loud? The neighbors might mistake you two for having a break-in. It definitely didn't help when Tomura would cuss out his screen.

"are you fucking KIDDING ME?! You SCUMBAG CHEAT FUCK!!"

You weren't unused to him talking shit to people on voicechat. It's just he was particularly erratic at the moment. You wanted to check in on him but you weren't sure if that was appropriate. The stabbing decibels would surely blast you away.

Suddenly, all the sounds stop, only leaving the sound of your ears faintly ringing from the absence. It was soon that you smelt..*sniff* .. pot. You hoped he had a fan going and you also wished he'd share. Tomura was already on it though. He opened the door to his room and zipped into the kitchen. With his joint still burning in his hand, he reached up into the cupboard to grab a glass and then a bottle of whiskey. Damn, maybe he should ask for some help?

You watched as he attempted to open the bottle, with his joint in his left hand. His quirk certainly was to be taken accounted for, and he knew it too, because he got too impatient and dusted away the cap, only for the disintegration to fall into the bottle.

"fuck," he said abruptly, but just decided to pour the alcohol in his glass, dust particles included.

"Tomu?" you questioned, watching him try to multitask putting the shit back while smoking his joint.

"Yea, I know, I'll share. Just hang'on."

"Can I help you?"

"Uh.." he spent a moment pondering as if it was a weighted decision. "Here, hold my joint."

You walked over to him and took it from his hands. You contemplated if you really wanted to smoke now, given his state. You knew early on that Tomura had a condition and this wasn't the first time you'd seen him manic. The fact that he wasn't on medication also meant that his episodes could get carried away, and he'd scare you. Not because he was scary...or maybe he was, but you knew it was because he had tripped into a heavy episode.

Tomura turned back to face you when he was done, noticing the joint burn down.

"Why aren't you smoking?" He asks. His tone was normal, though a little jumpy.

"I don't really wanna."

"Why? I don't like smoking by myself. Makes me feel like shit."

"You seem restless."

"Mm, how'd you guess?" He said with a blissfully agitated staring at you.

"Like..you're fast."

"I'm so speedy fast wanna watch me?"

"When's the last time you slept?"

Shigaraki paused and tried to sort through his recent memories but he was unsure. "Uh, maybe..five? Five days ago? I've probably had a nap or two though."

"Maybe we should calm down. Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Why're you talking to me like a kid?"

"I'm not, I'm worr-"

"Yea I know that, I can tell it's all over your fucking face. Listen, I'm well aware I'm batshit crazy right now but I'm NOT some tragedy, alright?"

"I didn't mean it that way," you stood shaking, trying to fight back your eyes watering.

Tomura sighed seeing you standing scared in front of him. He'd been trying to be fine for weeks. Tomura was never "fine," but when he was paranoid, hyper, determined, and careless beyond proper function, it was a major hindrance. Impacted his goals, though he was great at brainstorming when he was manic.

"You meant it. I'm not even like, mad. I don't know why this happens though, you've seen it before, right?"

"I have. Tomura, can I say something without you getting pissed?"

"What?"

"I think you have Bipolar Disorder."

"Oh really? Turn in your psychiatric report because I'm sure I'm many other things too!"

Tomura huffs and plops down on the living room couch. His adoptive father never gave him access to anything like mental health treatment. AFO told Tomura himself that issues of this matter where only problems that could help his passion for destruction. But Tomura would even admit, being manic beyond belief was scary. He heard voices, saw things that weren't there, sometimes his family, and it was a total living nightmare.

You snuck up behind the couch and began playing with his hair gently. He let out a "hm?", confused considering he just raised his voice at you.

"I just say it because I notice patterns. Like you'll be motivated and nonstop for weeks and then super depressive and bummed out. And it repeats over and over. Usually within the same time frames, too. I'm not trying to insult you, but it might explain things, right?"

You ran your fingers through his scalp. It was definitely a while since his last shower, too. His hair was greasy and dry, but you kept touching him. You could feel him relax into your fingers and whine.

"Sounds like bullshit. I'm not taking any pills."

"I'm not telling you to."

"Well, are you leaving or something? Gonna punish me for being Bipolar?

"No. I want to help you."

"Ain't you some fucking hero."

"I mean it. I can tell you're overwhelmed and just need some sleep or something. I'm not mad Tomura, I never was, I just want you to be ok."

His shoulders began to tense and shake a little. He may have been tearing up but you didn't look and he sat silent.

"Can we order pizza and play Mario Kart, instead? I don't wanna just sit. I'm too awake."

"Yes, baby. I can make a pillow fort!"

"Fuck yessss. Um. I'm also really sorry for yelling at you that wasn't cool."

"I understand Tomu."

You ruffled his hair and kissed his head quick before bolting off to grab your phone but he pulled you down to his lap before you could escape! mwah-ha-ha!

"Stay here for a bit."

"You're trapping me!!" You protested.

"You want me to settle down? Then stay."

Tomura rested his head against yours and held you like you were a stuffed animal. Soon, you could feel his body relax and heard snoring. You turned to see Tomura finally sleeping, but decided to sit still and drift off with for the rest of the night.