#i felt like Shit(tm) so i laid down at like 6

[raleighcarreras]

it's all so incredibly loud

Part 6: there's a flood coming to sweep us away

Pairing: wanda maximoff x black!fem!reader

Rating: M (sexual content, language)

Warnings: sex, not very descriptive but still evident, vaginal fingering (r receiving), pietro is the best wing man ever, he's going to make sure his sister gets laid or die trying

Wrd Cnt: 1.9k?

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Notes: one more chapter (unless i decide on an epilogue) to go! The song is teenage dream but specifically the glee version (stop looking at me like that) 18+ only im so serious

"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight."

You had gotten maybe an hour of sleep all night. First, the fiasco with the boys, and then with Wanda less than a foot away from you, relaxation was hard to come by.

You told her you needed her with you to calm down, and in all honesty, you thought you were telling the truth. But the opposite had occured. As soon as you heard her soft breathy snorts of air, you were riddled with energy.

Sleep didn't find you until the 10 O'clock hour in the morning. After Pietro came into the room with Alexis hanging off of his hip, chewing on his shirt. He told you he'd take the boys out to a 24 hour arcade he saw during his 6 am run. Promising to feed them, give them a stern Uncle Talk (TM), and thus giving you space to rest for as long as he could keep their attention.

You whispered a small, grateful 'Thank you' and Wanda grunted out something unintelligible. Otherwise, she had been dead to the world all night and well into the morning.

Wanda slept like she hadn't slept in months. And you did too, for an hour.

At 11: 06, you awoke to an arm tightening around your waist. Wanda also awoke to an arm tightening around your waist.

She tried to peel away from you, "Shit, Y/N. I'm sorry. Force of habit I guess."

You stopped her with a grip onto her wrist that presented itself more forceful than you intended, "No don't. Please."

Wanda replaced her arm, "Ok. I'm not going anywhere."

You had no business feeling this vulnerable. No business feeling like your ex-wife was the only thing anchoring you to the ground so you wouldn't float away into the stratosphere.

And yet...

That's exactly how you felt.

You felt like you needed to roll over and bury your face into Wanda's neck or else you would lose your mind. So, you did. And Wanda let you because she understood. She just got you.

You reveled in it.

If Wanda hadn't started speaking you would have gotten your second hour of sleep.

"Are you okay?"

And of all the things she could have asked, she chose something hard. You would have been better off with a calculus word problem.

You shrugged, "No. Yes. I don't know. I just feel, y'know?"

"Yes. I do. I just feel all the time."

"How do you deal with it?"

You could feel Wanda's eyelashes flutter on the side of your forehead, "Well, lately? By talking about it. Normally, figuring out why I feel like that helps a lot."

Could you tell Wanda why you felt the way you felt? Could you tell her how your stubbornness was leading to your children thinking they were a burden? Could you tell her that in some ass backwards turn of events it was you who dreaded when she had to leave, and prayed for her return?

Could you tell her that Pietro took the boys out to the arcade so they didn't get the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed, and now it seemed he should have taken you too because you were getting the wrong idea seeing the two of you in the same bed?

"I feel-I feel like I should have gone to therapy too."

Wanda laughed at that, "Don't go to Dr. Raynor. She just looks at you until you realize what you just said was stupid."

But you don't laugh, "I feel like I missed you. I feel like I missed this... being with you. I feel like I shouldn't feel those things. But I also feel like it doesn't matter if I shouldn't because I already do."

Wanda shrugged you away from her side so she could look at you better. The two of you mirroring each other on your sides.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded with a look of concern, "You can tell me anything." And you've meant that for years. You've never stopped.

"When I went off the deep end and Strange helped me come back to myself, and I said I'd never use my powers again unless it was the last resort...that flipped something in me. I had just lost my family and then I couldn't use the tools I was gifted to protect them if it ever happened again..."

Tears crawled slowly out of the corners of Wanda's eyes but she didn't bother swiping them away and neither did you.

"...that ruined me. Last night was the first time I've slept throughout the night in a very long time."

You grabbed at Wanda's face, your thumbs sliding over her cheekbones and smearing tear tracks in their wake, "Wanda, why didn't you tell me?"

"Didn't want to seem weak. I didn't want you to worry about my problems. Yes, I realize how stupid that sounds now."

"We're a team, you know that, right?"

"I do, I just got a little lost somewhere in there."

"Good."

You assume that the fact that you can't tell who leans in first, probably insinuates that you both do at the same time.

But it ultimately doesn't matter when your lips touch for the first time in months, and as your hand trails down from her face to fist into her T-shirt, you realize just how lost you had been too.

You're still not too keen on telling her how her bottom lip between your own felt like coming home. And that her solid grip on your barely covered waist practically had you purring.

You sure as hell weren't going to tell her the last time you had been touched this way was by Sharon all those weeks ago and it didn't feel even a bit like this at all.

Though, when she repositions you onto your back to kiss at that spot below your ear, and you moan breathily into hers, you have a feeling she somehow knows.

Wanda's hand slithers up to your chest, raising your shirt up as it goes. Eventually, Wanda gets tired of the garment and slips it easily over your head. Her own following suit soon after.

Her hand tweaked at a nipple, smiling at your squeak of a response, "You're beautiful."

Another unoccupied hand trailed over your stomach before stopping at the hem of your shorts and underwear.

You've got the sudden urge to scream, maybe even beg, "Wanda...please."

"Are you sure?"

What about any of your body language in that current moment said 'unsure'?

"I'm sure. Touch me."

It's not make-up sex that you're having. At least, not really. Not...yet. It's more of 'thank god you're here with me and not letting me slip into a state of mortal peril' sex. Which is, of course, the next best thing.

When Wanda does finally slip underneath your thin garments, and the pads of her fingers trace delicately over your center, you think you might cry.

Whether it be from relief or some other feeling is the least of your worries at the moment.

In some way, you feel bad for Wanda, there's no way she doesn't feel your nails currently digging into her arm, but judging from the glimpse you get every time you manage to pry your eyes open, she seems pretty pleased with herself despite any pain she may be feeling.

The worst part? She's not even inside of you yet.

You're losing your mind over her fingers circling your clit and slipping, sliding over your lips. And you're drenched. Dripping some might even say.

"You're soaked, Detka..." Is what Wanda ends up whispering over your parted mouth. And you have no choice but to cosign.

You could feel her fingertips teasing at your entrance and your chest heaved. It took everything in you not to buck your hips to speed the process along. Only because you know Wanda. You know she likes to bask in your impatience. In your neediness. You know she likes it when you beg.

And you can't find it in you to do anything but.

"Wands, please fuck me."

She's leaning over you now. She had forgone general confidence and went straight to cocky, for lack of a better word. There's no need to pretend like you don't like it.

"Open your eyes." A simple request, it would seem. But it was easier said than done.

Soon, you manage to open your eyes, unfocused as they are. You stare back at Wanda with a bite to your lip and a strain to your neck.

"Say it again."

The words dribble from your lips like milk down a chin, "Wanda, please fuck me. I need-"

Your expletives cut off in exchange for a sharp inhale of breath.

Her fingers slipped into you easily, your resulting moan is the loudest one yet and just as sinful as your whimpers.

Wanda eyed you through her eyelashes, most of your energy was being used to stare back at her.

Her fingers rutted out, then back in. Pumping into you with enough force for your breath to hitch in rhythm.

You whimpered and panted, urging Wanda to pick up the pace. And she happily obliged.

"You look so gorgeous like this." The praise fluttering throught your ear and wrapped softly around your chest.

The hand that wasn't permanently glued to Wanda's poor bicep, reached for her neck, bringing her down into a deliriously arousing kiss.

She pumped into you, as firmly as your underwear allowed. Your bud caught against her palm. It was almost too much for you.

Your hips rolled against her hand, moans increasing in pitch and volume until Wanda had no choice but to muffle the sound with her lips again.

"God...Wanda!"

The kids may be gone, but you did still have neighbors.

It's not much longer after that you let go into Wanda's hand. Your legs trembling and your mouth falling open in a silent scream.

Wanda brought you down softly. Her hand on your waist to keep you from moving.

"But-"

"I'm good. Get some rest. I know you didn't sleep. I thought you would pass out somewhere in the middle of that, if I'm being honest."

You pouted and playfully swatted at her shoulder, "You snore and I got unused to it."

"That's not why you didn't sleep."

You bit the inside of your cheek, "It's not. I find your hog calling cute for some reason."

Wanda ignored the insistence that she snored, "What kept you awake?"

You weren't exactly sure what to say. The simple answer; you had been thinking all night. Too much and too little.

The complicated answer; you missed your fucking wife. And then, she was right there next to you and you didn't know what to feel. You didn't know if you wanted her back permanently or just needed the temporary comfort.

There was still a big question about this entire situation that you had yet to receive an answer to, and maybe then you could begin to figure things out.

"It's my turn to tell you something." You breathed out softly.

"Tell me everything."

You swallowed around the metaphorical lump obstructing your throat, "When I found out about...y'know....I couldn't help but think it was my fault, it was something I did to push you away. I thought that, and even though I didn't know what it was, I still tried to fix it, to fix me. And, that wasn't good...I-I just need to know if it was something I did."

"No. No, it was never you. After Strange, I guess I just felt like I wasn't enough. Like I couldn't be enough. And instead of talking to you about that like a normal person, I got so drunk I couldn't see straight and went home with someone who couldnt either. Fuck, I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I promise it was never you. You're perfect."

Your tears soak into the skin of Wanda's neck. Marking her in a way you've never done.

The silence that results is somewhere between comfortable and not, but Wanda breaks it anyway.

"Go on a date with me."

You hum, that time you really were seconds from passing out, "A date?"

"Yes. A date. I think we've changed a lot and should probably reintroduce ourselves to each other."

You nodded slowly, "Okay. You have to find a babysitter though and it can't be Pietro because he needs a babysitter too most days. I have a feeling he let Alexis chew his shirt right off his body today."

"Deal."

Another bout of silence. This time, you're the one who breaks it.

"Fuck, we're going to need so much therapy."

Wanda laughs.

"I'm sorry."

"I know." And you do. You know she is.

Eventually, you do fall asleep, and right before Pietro and the kids get home, Wanda slips out of your room into the livingroom. Making it look like she was there the entire morning.

[mudskip-muses]

fuckin,,,,trying to remember how to be a living person after a nap i Shouldnt have taken,,,,,,,,

[samcrobae]

Godless

A Happy Imagine to “Godless” by Banks

“Im into the darkness

That you feel, a worse divine

Cus I felt the power when I laid down by your side”

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You aren’t sure when it happened, all you knew was that you were head over heels in love with him. You had spent just about every night of the last 6 months with the only man who could keep you safe, who made you feel powerful, sexy, wanted, sure. Happy Lowman. His laugh was enough to make your heart skip a beat, his voice enough to send shivers down your spine. And nothing could compare to the fire that coursed through your veins when he was inside you.

You were the only woman, besides his mother, who made Happy feel at ease. He was a stone cold killer to the world, but when he was with you, he was the most gentle human. He took care of you, played with your hair, protected you. Opened up to you. Samcro knew you needed him but they also knew he needed you so much more.

Today, something was different. He woke up, you sleeping peacefully on his chest. Usually he was careful to leave the bed and not wake you. Today, he quickly got up, got dressed, and began putting his boots on. You turned to ask “Hey baby, where you goin?” “I gotta go.” He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder.

“Okay, where?”

“Since when is it your business where I go Y/N” he never told you anything about the club. His whereabouts when he wasn’t with you. Anything he did tell you was on a need to know basis and he always limited the information to “keep you safe.”

You furrowed your brows. “Okay... well.. you’re still coming by later right?”

He stood up, threw on his leather, kissed your forehead and left. You sighed heavily then got up and started your day.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“If your love was ever mine

It would stay with me tonight

I’m praying.. praying”

6 days went by and you hadn’t heard a word from Happy. You were starting to worry. This wasn’t how he was with you. He would usually text you through the day, check in. Now he was ignoring your texts. Rejecting your calls. You knew his past. Who he was. What he did, what he does. You accepted it. You never asked questions. You weren’t sleeping, mindlessly going through your workdays, you felt empty, confused, mostly scared. Did something happen? Did he not want you anymore? What did you do? Why is he avoiding you? You were snapped from your thoughts by your cell phone ringing . You ran for your phone, hoping then name you so desperately needed to see would appear. You let out a groan when you saw the name.

“Hey Gem.”

“Hey sweetheart. Listen. I won’t keep you. But uhhh we need you to get to the clubhouse.”

You swallowed hard “Gemma... is it Happy? Is something wrong?”

“Happys fine. I’ll explain when you here. Just pack a bag.”

You hung up the phone, grabbed a duffel and packed a bag. You never asked questions. You grab your keys, get in the car and head to TM.

You pull into the lot, gates closing behind you. No one was out, garage shut. You make your way to the entrance when Chucky opened the door “madame.” And he bowed and moved to the side to let you in. Looking around you see the clubhouse full of people. Gemma approaches you and reaches out to hug you.

“Hey baby.”

“Gemma what’s going on? Where’s Happy?”

“Not here, kitchen.” She leads you to the kitchen and you follow. She turns to face you. “Shit went south with the Irish. Jax called. We’re on lockdown.”

You took a minute to process.. “the Irish? What? Wait a lockdown ?” Gemma looked at you, as if to question if you really didn’t know what she meant. “No one is getting in or out of those gates. And if you leave, you take one of the prospects with you. It’s too dangerous. Which is why you can’t stay at your place.”

“Okay but Gemma why am I here? I’m not a threat. I wouldn’t say anything.” “Sweetheart you’re here because Happy told me to get you here. He wanted you safe. We’re in the thick of it here baby. He would never be able to forgive him if something happened to you. That man loves you Y/N.”

You purse your lips. “Yeah okay coulda fooled me. He’s been MIA for a week now. Not returning my calls, my texts. Hasn’t been by. He just left one morning and I haven’t seen him since.” Gemma smirked. “It’s what he does. What they all do. Shit gets bad they shut you out. The less you know the better. The further you are the safer it is. There’s a lot of responsibility that comes with being an old lady. This is just part of the life. How you handle it will tell him all he needs to know. He needs to know you can hold it down if he’s not around. If you love Happy, you learn to love the club and move around the things that come with it”. She kisses your cheek and turned to leave the kitchen.

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You don’t believe in one divine

But can you tell me you believe in mine?

Cus you been my God, my God

And when you’re gone, I’m Godless”

He stopped by your place on the way back to the clubhouse. He has been gone 9 days and he needed you. They had come back from a run that got more bloody than they intended. He wasn’t sure if went to the clubhouse per Gemmas Instructions but he needed to see you. Make sure you were safe. Jax went with him. Just in case. He walked up the stairs to your apartment but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw your door knob shot off and your door wide open. “Hap- we don’t know if she was here” happy didn’t hear him. His heart was in his feet, breathing out of control and he was seeing red. He drew his gun and slowly crept in. Apartment trashed, drawers emptied and thrown about. Lamps and mirrors broken.

“Jesus Christ.” Jax whispered. “Hap look let me call Gemma- HAP!” Happy ran out of the apartment and down the stairs. “Shit.” He followed his brother and they sped to TM. You were cleaning up your dorm when you heard the familiar rumble of his bike. Your heart stopped and you ran to the front. You saw him. Happy threw the door open a crazed look in his eyes. He scanned the room til his eyes finally met yours. Everyone watched as he ran straight to you. You froze in place not knowing what to do.

“You say you don’t believe in love

But can you tell me you been thinking of us

Cus you been my god, my god, and when you’re gone I’m godless”.

Happy pulled you by your wrist and into his chest. Everyone watched in silence. They have never seen Happy so delicate, so vulnerable. “Baby. I’m sorry. Are you okay? I saw your apartment.” You looked at happy, “My apartment? What happened to my apartment ?”

Happy, now cupping your face in his hands “they knew who you were, where to find you. I’m so glad you’re safe.” He gently kisses your lips, hands tangling in your hair. “I love you little girl.” Jax looks at Chibs “I didn’t know he was capable of loving someone..”

“Happy. I love you. Don’t shut me out anymore okay? If we are going to do this, you can’t do that to me anymore. I was so afraid something happened to you. I need you. Please don’t leave me like that ever again.” You reach up to kiss his lips.

“Oh come on guys get a roooom!” Tig shouts from across the room.

Happy pulls away from you and smiles . “Yes I will.” And throws you over his shoulders. You let out a yelp. “Happy Lowman!” He laughs as he carries you to his dorm.

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[penny4yourthot]

Broken Stranger Part-12

Summary: Torri (O/C) needs to escape her life in Seattle because of her abusive husband. When she ends up in Charming things don’t go as planned.

part-1/ part-2 / part-3/ part-4 /part-5/ part-6 / part-7 / part-8 / part-9/ part-10 / part-11

The week went by relatively fast. It was hard for me to do nothing but rest for seven straight days, but Chibs made sure to come home early on the days he had to work to keep me company. It definitely made my days more enjoyable. He was also making me three meals a day and making sure the fridge was stocked with tons of healthy fruits and vegetables. One day this week while he was at work he had a pizza delivered here for me for lunch as a surprise.

When Chibs wasn't home, there was always a prospect with me. He made sure to stay in the house and stay close to where I was. It was awkward at first but after talking to Rat we actually became friends.

Today was finally the day I get to go back for my check up with Tara to make sure the babies are doing well. Chibs was driving me there and I had already called Gemma to let her know I may be able to come to work later today. Thank god because I'm sick of being stuck in the house.

Arriving at the hospital we made the familiar walk to Tara’s office. The nerves set in as the three of us walked down to the exam room. These ultrasounds made me so nervous. I’m terrified to find out that something is wrong with one or both of the babies. I laid down on the exam table and lifted my shirt up.

“Any bleeding or cramping this week?” Tara questioned as she squeezed to cool gel on my abdomen.

“Nope, everything has been pretty good.” I felt her push the probe on my stomach so I instantly looked at the screen. She moved the probe around a bit and I could see both the babies. They were tiny but they were moving around a bit.

“They both look great, they are both measuring to be 11 weeks which is what we want,” she said as she moved the prob around a bit more. She clicked a button to turn the sound on and the quick thumping brought tears to my eyes.

“Ye okay, lass?” Chibs asked as he wiped away a tear and then held my hand.

“Yeah. It’s just the best noise in the world, I was so worried something was going to happen to them and to see and hear they are okay is just overwhelming in a good way.” Tara moved the probe and the sound stopped but then started again.

“Yer going te be such a good mom,” he whispered then kissed my cheek.

“Both have normal heart rates as well,” she said with a smile before printing a couple of pictures.

“Does this mean I can go back to work?” I eagerly asked.

“As ye can tell she has been having a hard time staying home not doing shite,” Chibs said with a laugh.

“Yes, but you need to take it easy. No lifting anything heavy and make sure you are not on your feet the whole time you are at the bar,” Tara said as she put the probe back and grabbed a towel to wipe the gel off my stomach. “I’ll let Gemma know your limitations so she can make sure you really are taking it easy” she laughed as I pulled my shirt down and handed me the pictures with a smile.

“Aye Gemma will be on yer ass if yer no’ resting” Chibs chuckled as he helped me off the table.

“I bet she will. Thanks, Tara for all this.” I pointed towards the ultrasound machine.

“No problem. Call me if you have any problems.” She smiled as she headed towards the door.  

“Oh one more question, can we have sex?” I asked quietly, I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I blushed.

“Yeah, just nothing crazy.” She looked over at Chibs with a laugh and then back at me, “and if it hurts at all or causes you to bleed then stop,” she added.

“Okay, thanks,” I said with a smile then looked over at chibs as Tara walked out the room.

“Guess we gotta be really vanilla for a while. Can’t go at it for too long,” I joked as we walked out of the room.

“Aye bu’ that’s okay, we don’t wan’ te hurt the babies.”

“Look how big they are getting.” I handed the ultrasound picture’s to Chibs as we walked down the hall. I put my hand on the slight bump that recently grew.

“Won't be long till they are ‘ere with us,” He said with a smile as he studied the pictures.

“I can’t wait. Can we go to TM? I want to get things ready for tonight I’m not sure who has been bartending so I want to make sure everything is good for the party and go over the orders. Plus the distributor should have dropped off the order this morning since it’s Friday.”

“Aye, I have a shift at the garage in an hour anyway.” Chibs grabbed my hand and held it all the way out to the car.

“Eager te stay ou’ the house?” he laughed as he started the car.

“Oh yeah, don't get me wrong I love sitting around watching Freinds, but after seven days of it I'm ready to get back to work.” I buckled my seat belt in the passager seat and Chibs took off driving down the street.

We arrived at TM quickly. It was a wonderful site, getting to see everyone outside of the house.

“Take it easy lass. I'll be in te check on ye in a little bit.” He kissed me on my lips with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I’m sure Gemma will be on my ass about being careful anyway,” I laughed before walking into the clubhouse.

“Tara called and said you would be coming back. How are you feeling baby?” Gemma asked as she rose from her seat at the bar.

“Excited to be out of the house,” I laughed as I walked over to her. She drew me in for a quick hug.

“Just wanted to tell you to take it easy. I got Rat in here to stock the shelves with the booze, you just tell him where to put it. You know how he is, he will just put it where ever,” she let out a laugh as she pulled out her cigarettes and lit one up.

“Got it, thanks,” I said as I made my way to the bar.

“Rat, make sure she isn't lifting any heavy boxes of booze,” Gemma said as she walked out and headed back to the garage office.

Rat picked the boxes off the floor and put them on the bar while we were catching up. I started opening the boxes and took inventory on the TM inventory sheet. After we put the booze away, I noticed some things were missing.

“We are missing two bottles of rum and a keg. Last week the distributor called me because they messed the order up and gave us extra for free, so they should be calling soon. the damn guy delivering seemed to be half drunk,” I laughed as I sat down to fill out more order forms. Rat grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down at the bar.

“So are you feeling better?” Rat asked as he watched me go over order forms.

“Yeah, just having some nausea and fun pregnancy stuff,” I chuckled, “ya know constipation, bloating all that shit.”

“Sounds like fun,” he joked as he sipped his beer. The bar phone started to ring

“That must be the liquor distributor, called the same time last week after dropping the order off.” I walked over to the phone and picked it up.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Torri?”

“Yeah, who is this?” I couldn’t recognize the voice on the phone considering the phone in the bar is like ten years old.

“You don’t even recognize your husband's voice anymore?” My stomach instantly twisted as fear ran through my body.

“How did you get this number?”

“I got promoted to detective. I find missing people every day, there's no hiding from me. You need to come home or I will come there and take you home myself.”

“No! Stop calling me, leave me alone,” I yelled into the phone. I heard Rat get off his chair. I turned around and mouthed ‘go get Chibs’ to him and he ran out the door.  

“Baby, I love you. I can't live without you. You need to come home and take care of your husband like a good wife would.” I could hear the bullshit coming from his voice.

“So you can beat the shit out of me and kill me? No. I swear to God Mike If you come here you will be killed!” tears started streaming down my face. I was too afraid to hang up. Anytime I used to disobey him, I would get beat up. I don’t know how he still had this hold on me but he did.

“Bitch If you think you can kill me, you are dumber then I thought,” he screamed. There was the man I knew. The one who would blow up at me and treated me like shit.

I started to shake, and almost fell to the floor but I felt hands on my waist and I turned around and saw it was Chibs. He took the phone out of my hand and put it to his ear.

“Leave her alone! Don’ ever call ‘ere again and don’t try te come ‘ere cause you will be dead. We will no’ hesitate te kill ye!” Chibs yelled into the phone before slamming the phone down, hanging up. I couldn't control the tears that fell down like a waterfall or the way my body shook. Mike knows exactly where I am and he could be here at any time.

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[papi-priest]

Killer Avenue;

||My first time writing for the SOA fandom. My first time putting up my fanfiction on Tumblr in general. So here you go, enjoy. *Note that I am kinda doing my own thing when it comes to the storyline and what not. Thanks, and once again enjoy|| •you can also find all my stories on quotev.com my username is Coltofcarrie• PROLOGUE; Jax didn't know why Unser had called him down to the sheriff's station. When Unser hand anything about anything he would go to his mother, Gemma, or possibly even Clay. Seeing as he was technically on Samcro's pay roll. Yet Unser had called him, told him specifically to come by, not let his family know.  And that in itself had the blonde a little worried. So after dropping Able off at TM with his mom, he let her know he had to go grab something and he'd be right back. She had no questions for him, at least she didn't speak of them. Gemma did give him a look though,  one he knew to well, like she was suspicious. As soon as he stepped into the building his baby blues found Unser chatting with a few of his deputies.  Almost like he felt his stare, the older man looked up. He subtly sent his men away, and headed towards Jax. "There's something for you in cell C. I'll tell you this, I was just as surprised as you will be.." Jax was even more confused by Unser's cryptic sentence. He raised an eyebrow, the sheriff just shook his head and pointed him in the right direction. Sighing, Jax shoved his hands into the pockets of his baggy jeans and decided to just go with it. He made his way towards the back of the building where the cells were. His vision became more clearer when he walked towards cell C. It wasn't empty. Not at all. His eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Like he was in the desert and was witnessing his first mirage.   "Holy shit!!!" Hearing his voice, Adrianna's head snapped up from being between her knees. He brown eyes landed on the prodigal son. Her older brother Jax. She slowly stood up from the ground and walked closer to the bars, her slim fingers finding themselves around the cool metal. "The black sheep returns to Charming...what a plot twist." She teased, tilting her head to the side. Jax took in her appearance. Her dark brown hair pushed out of her face and tied up into a messy bun at the top of her head. Her facial features could slice open any man's heart. She was taller now, taller than he had expected her to be when they grew up. But one thing that remained the same were those big brown doe eyes. Those still got to him. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing.  Adrianna had left 5 and a half years ago, right after graduating highschool she escaped as she liked to  all it. Went to college from what he remembered from the letters she would send. That was another thing, she barely remained in contact with anyone. Sending about 1 letter every 6 months to let the family know she was still alive. That she found a piece of everyone in her daily life some how or some way. But she never came home. Never visited. Not on holidays. Not for any reason. It was as if she was just some fairytale some days.  "How? Why?" He questioned.  Adrianna sighed as she stared at her big brother, she leaned the side of her head against one of the bars, ready to finally be out of the cell. Unser slowly crept up on the kids, feeling the awkward tension in the atmosphere. "Picked her up in a rag tag bar causing trouble. Could you believe that? Didn't think it was her I was seeing..but she had that look in her eye. One just like Gemma." "I wasn't causing trouble!" She demanded. "I just don't put up with classless men....the pool stuck was just there by chance..." Jax looked between the two, his confusion only getting worse.  "The other two got away" Unser continued.  "Other two?"Jax questioned,  now focusing on his sister.  "Stilettos are hard to run in. You can't blame a girl..." Sighing Unser shook his head. "No charges are being fild so you can take her home whenever you'd like.....good to see you again kid." Leaving the siblings alone, Adrianna huffed in frustration. "Okay delinquent, take me home." Jax snorted, rolling his eyes. "Says the one behind the bars." He confirmed. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and stepped forward, his eyes searching hers. Letting out a small laugh, he placed his forehead against hers.  "Let's get you home." ------- Motorcycles lined one of the outside walls of Teller-Morrow that evening. Though it was dead silent as they drove into the parkinglot, Adrianna could only imagine the kind of ruckus that was going on inside. It had been 6 years since she had even seen the place. Seen the people. What did they all look like now? Aging? Was Bobby still wise? Chibbs still funny? Would her mother smile when she saw her? Gemma Teller-Morrow was a tough woman. Hard to understand. She loved fiercely and her throne as the queen of, well everything, was something she held dear to her. Almost as much as her children.  Adrianna buried her face into her brothers back as he pulled up next to the other bikes to park. He had yet to question her more about the previous jail situation, something she was grateful for, the whole ride had pretty much been silent.  "You're not getting out of this one you know? Sooner or later mom's gonna find out you were in the town's jail. Sooner or later. Just not from me." He stated looking over his shoulder his baby sister. He gave her a small smile. Yeah he was beyond pissed at the way she left and do easily stayed away. But he was happy that she was here. That she was safe and in one piece. "Come on, you look hungry " Adrianna gave Jax a pat on the shoulder before climbing off the bike and taking in a deep breath. It literally was now or never. She had never in a million years ever dreamed of coming back to Charming. But life doesn't always work out the way you want it to. Things can go your way all the time. That was just the way things went.  Jax led the way, his sibling falling in toe. Her stomach felt like it had bubbles in it. Her chest felt tight and somehow heavy. She shouldn't have been nervous. The only reason for nerves was because she had done something wrong. In the back of her mind did she know she was in the wrong to leave? Maybe. But she would never admit her wrongs, just like her mama. Jax opened the door, stepping inside first. The whole gang was here, relaxing around the club house. Even Kozik and Happy were around, getting ready to join the Samcro team down in Charming permanently. His eyes quickly landed on his mom, who had laid down his son Able who slept soundlessly wrapped in a blanket on the couch.  "Where you been boy?" Clay called out, the others finally noticing him. The president of the club found it odd that his step-son had randomly vanished earlier, not giving anyone any information. "Ayy Jackie-boy, ya take some time to put on fancy dresses. Opie said he saw you a few days ago playing with some lipstick." Chibbs spoke, trying to lighten whatever mood Clay was about to start. Adrianna listened on from just outside the door, still behind Jax.  'Now or never' "Well he sure as hell ain't borrowing any of my lipstick. They're​ expensive, and we all know that the prince of Charming has trashy taste.." Adrianna spoke up, stepping into the club house for the first time in years. She looked around it, deliberately skipping all the faces looking at her. "No fucking way! Where you been doll?!" Tigs questioned as he abandoned his beer and headed towards the girl, he quickly scooped her up in his arms. For the first time in a while, Adri let out a laugh. Which caught her brothers attention.  She had seemed different when he first saw her. He just didn't know how. Hearing her laugh made him grin.  "Put 'er down, stop hoggin'" Chibbs swooped her into his hold as soon as Tigs let go. The others swarmed around her, Bobby, Opie, Piney. She smiled at them, genuinely, glad to see their faces.  "Your mother is going to flip her shit when she lays eyes on you.." Clay spoke in all the commotion, stepping in front of Adrianna as the little crowd split up a bit. "Our little college grad." He stated, motioning with his large hand for her to come hug him. Taking a deep breath, the dark haired beauty gave him a smile as well, though not nearly as genuine. Though Clay Morrow helped raise her, he could not compare to her real dad. He never would. Through out her life, Adrianna always thought Clay was a little fishy.  She just wanted to see her mom. |Happy's POV| It wasn't often that the clubhouse wasn't jumping, or at least full of some sweetbutts. But it a Tuesday afternoon, things were a bit slow. Not that the Tacoma Killer was really complaining. He was still exhausted from their last ride, the knuckles on his right hand still a little bruised.  So here he was sitting at the bar with Kozik, both of them nursing their favorite beers. For the passed hour, Happy had been tuning in and out of his surroundings. Only bearing witness to when Juice tripped over something and flew across the room. He was ordering around the prospect about another drink when he heard cheering behind him. He slowly turned his head over his shoulder to take a glance, that's when he saw her. She had to be the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. Everything about her was perfection. But it wasn't something out of the fairy tales. It wasn't something romantic that could be written in a book. No it was something more powerful than that. A desire. She was so caught up with all the other members that she had no possible way of knowing....but from the moment that she had stepped foot into TM, she was his. Only his. He watched on as the other members of the Sons hugged and kissed her, smiling ear to ear. "Come meet the other members," Tigs told her, taking her back into his arms. Happy completely turned around, noticing that Kozik was doing as exactly as him, staring. As she got closer, happy subconsciously licked his lips.  "Now this is Juice, right there behind the bar...you need a drink, he got you."The​ curly haired man said, pointing out to a tanned skin man with a mohawk who gave her a little wave. "Then we got Kozik right here.." Tigs didn't give him enough time to respond before he turned Adrianna towards the last Son.  "And this right here, is Happy." They stared at each other for a moment, not really saying much. Happy picked up his beer and brought it to his lips. He grunted in response to his name bring revealed. Not wanting to give her too much attention.  "Happy huh?" Adrianna mumbled pulling herself away from Tigs. "How cute.." she stated looking away and at all the mugshots hanging on the wall. Kozik busted out laughing at the look of horror on Happy's face. "How cute..." He mimicked. Happy snarled at his Tacoma charter brother before standing up and glaring at the woman in front of him. She definitely needed to be taught a lesson. And he sure as hell was willing to give it to her. He gripped the bottle of his beer tightly, eyes turning into slits. His mind quickly wandered to having the brunette bent over his knees receiving the spankings she deserved for disrespecting him. Tigs tried to stop whatever was about to come out of the Killa's mouth, but he was far too late.  "Listen here little girl," he started, an unpleased look settling on his face. "You're about to learn a lesson real quick! I'm gonna pl-" "YOU'VE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME.  IS THAT MY LITTLE GIRL?!"  That particular voice shut him up real quick. Her little girl? Shit. Adrianna turned around, finding her mother standing in the doorway of the clubhouse. Her sunglasses pushed to the top of her head. She looked the same, almost. Minus the light blond streaks in her brown locks. Adrianna gave her mom a sad smile, "Hi mommy..." She said softly, as the two crossed the room towards each other. Wrapped up in a hug, Adrianna sighed contently, giving her mom a small squeeze. "You know what this means don't you?" Clay spoke out, seeing how happy his old lady looked. "We gotta throw a party tonight!!" The rest of the Sons cheered in agreement. Ready to drink and fuck the night away, then again, weren't they always. Pulling back from her mother, Adrianna gave her a look. Hoping that she would disagree with Clay. She was in no mood to party, especially not with the Sons. She might have been know as the princess of SAMCRO, but she was far from the lifestyle. She got out. Well at least she thought she had. Yet here she was again. Back where it all started.  Back in the shithole.  "Let me pick up some food, I'll head to the store with Juice...wouldn't want my baby girl to party on an empty stomach." Gemma smiled, a smile all to familiar. She was glad to have her daughter back. But she had so many questions. So many. But she supposed that they could wait till another time.  For now.  ----- The party had been in full swing for about 2 hours now. Empty bottles had called creveces home, and all the crow eaters collective smells seemed to blend with the odor of smelly sweaty bikers. At first Adrianna had enjoyed her time trying to reconnect with everyone. But it didn't take long for her to feel out of place once again. So she found herself sitting on the arm of a leather chair in the corner, drink in hand.  "You don't look like you are having fun..." Nursing her drink, her hazel eyes found some guy standing in front of her. He had a kut on, and shaggy brown hair, but Adrianna had never seen him before not that she would really know anyone.  "Tacoma charter..." He stated practically reading her mind. Nodding her head to acknowledge him, she continued to drink from her bottle. Not really entertaining him. Ignoring her demeanor, he stood directly in front of her. "So, where are you from? They don't really have that good looking crow eaters here, so you obviously came from some where else...not that I mind..." Her eyes widened. This guy was serious wasn't he? How did he even get invited let alone make the journey across the club to conversate with her? "Go away....." She mumbled. His eyes went dark as a look crossed his face, one of disgust. "You dumb bitch...you are what I want tonight!" He grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up, hard. Pulling her close to him. "So be a good little girl and get on your knees.. now!" Jax was sitting with Opie and Chibbs, tossing Chex mix into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he could see sudden movement.  "Ayy looks like Jared is getting angry again.." Chibbs mumbled and a shot.  "Tell me again why we give him alcohol??" Jax laughed and looked over, his laughter shutting down. That dumb bastard had his little sister in a tight grip.  "Son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill him!" Pure venom in his voice. He stood up, Opie and Chibbs mirroring his actions. Before Jax could even step away from the table he noticed one of his brothers storming over towards his sister.  Adrianna glared up at the dope infront of her. Fire in her eyes. Her Ruby red lips parted to spit venom, but she never got the chance.  "Let go of her or else I'll be getting another smiley face tattoo." The voice was cold, dark...and though she only heard it one time earlier that day she knew exactly who it was.  Happy. Jared let go of her arm but didn't step back. He took in Happy's frame and smiled. "Happy...brother. You gotta wait your turn...unless you're down to share. Just no crossing swords." That was the 2nd strike.  "My old lady doesn't like small dick, now get away from her!" It just came to him, not even thinking. Adrianna's eyes widened but she took the chance to step closer Happy who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. Jared looked like he had seen a ghost that or he was in the process of shitting himself. By now more than just Jax had noticed what was going on, the music had been cut.  Clay stumbled out of the room they called church, to see what was going on, his old lady coming up behind him.  It was a sight to see, her little girl wrapped protectively in the arms of the Tacoma Killer. She tilted her head. A smirk on her lipstick smudged lips.  "Listen Happy, I didn't know man. I mean you of all people, having an old lady.... everyone would be talking about it...besides she looked more than a little willing." A growl erupted from his chest, Happy wanted nothing more then to murder this dude and see the life vanish from his eyes. Slowly.  Adrianna bit her bottom lip, her face burried in Happy's chest. She wrapped her own arms around him and hugged him tightly and that's when she felt it. His gun. She took a deep breath and swiftly grabbed it, turning around and cocked it mid movement and aimed it Jared's forehead. All that could be heard was Gemma's gasp.  "Get...the fuck..out..." Adrianna breathed, her hand steady. "Or in five seconds your brain matter will ruin my fucking party!" Happy had never been so turned on in his life. He slowly licked his lips absorbing every inch of the Princess of SAMCRO from behind. 'God damn.' He thought.  "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Jax interupted, coming over and gently wrapping his hand around his sister's wrist. "You are not a killer....I think you've had enough to drink" he said softly easing the gun out of her hand. Adrianna sighed and let him take the piece, she looked down at the floor for a moment.  "Thank you Jax! She is fucking crazy!" Jared added. Jax nodded his head at him before he glared and punched him full force in the face, not even bothering to watch him fall. Adrianna sighed and turned walking off not wanting to bother with the commotion any more. She walked towards the rooms in the back and looked for her big brothers room.  Which one would it be? "You can lay down in mine if you need a break."  Happy came up behind her, still on protective mode. Adrianna raised an eyebrow watching him open the door to a room. She debated on whether or not this was a good idea. "I promise little girl, no funny shit." She gave him a small smile before walking into the room he opened up. "How kind....killer.." The way his nickname rolled off her tongue caused something to awaked inside him. He tried to remind himself that she was the daughter of Gemma. Practically his 2nd mom. But those thoughts were faint. Barely even there. Adrianna slowly strutted into his room. It was surprisingly clean, and smelled good. She slipped out of her shoes and walked towards the bed. "I literally put a gun to someone's head....my first 24 hours here and I pulled out a gun..." She mumbled crawling onto the bed. She took a deep breath and sat in the middle of Happy's bed. Her legs folded underneath her. "Thank you...you stepped in and saved me...my hero." She teased.  Happy stared at her expressionless. He could tell she had a few drinks by the way her eyes were hooded and her face was flushed. He slid off his kut and walked over to the bed.  "Or, from what I have heard, my killer...." She continued looking up at him, watching each subtle movement.  "Lay down little girl and be quiet." Grinning at him she rolled her eyes and laid back. "if it was any other time I would tell you to suck a dick..." She whispered her eyes slowly closing.   Happy stared at her laying form. She was so beautiful, something he didn't deserve. And yet he was hooked on her already. He pulled a blanket over her and headed over towards the door not giving into what he wanted. He hit the lights and went to step out.  "Hey don't I get a good night kiss?!! That's no way to treat your old lady!!" Happy chuckled and shook his head. "Go to sleep little girl, don't make me come back in there." He threatened before closing the door all the way.  Adrianna smirked, and rolled over onto her stomach her thoughts jumbled until one thought popped into her mind. Happy. "Ahh fuck..."

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Circus Tents & human folly

The trials and tribulations of setting up a (small) circus tent.

Friday we had camp in the tent, then the performers had an evening show. They lucked out with the weather in one regard: no lightning.

However, a tent is made of thick plastic tarp like material (not so much canvas anymore) that acts like an amazing hot air balloon in the sense that it happily traps heat in and refuses to release it. Tents are bloody hot. We do not have a tent air conditioner, just some lousy fans that move the murky air in circles around the tent. Annnnd we had weather advisories for heat all weekend.

Anyway, show happens and immediately we (the crew) swarm. We just start ripping down sidewalls, grabbing equipment and flinging it out of the tent. Screw photo-ops, screw scenery, you want to look at the cool circus equipment? Great, follow it out of the tent as I fling it!

We have a deadline, i.e., the point at which we can no longer see.

The strike goes well, we get the tent down, the cupola down, everything down. Most of the equipment packed up. Only the mast remains standing like a metal sentinel. I was not around for the final steps of the strike which was taking down the mast and loading all the crap onto the tractor-trailer. I was there when it got dumped off at the new site.

The set up Saturday: It was fun. We were in the blinding heat for hours...driving over 50 stakes into the ground. The ground which was both soft and full of mass amounts of rocks. Stupid ground.

We used a stake-driver this time. A stake-driver comes in many forms but most often it looks like a jack-hammer. It also acts like a jack-hammer. It also sounds like a jack-hammer....ok, so it’s pretty much a jack-hammer. You put a cup on the bottom of it to fit over the top of the stake, then press the button and ta-da! the machine starts banging down on that sucker with its mechanical intensity.

It is loud. It is monotonous. It is HEAVY. Out of curiosity I tried to use the stake driver by myself on one of the stakes.

Physics laughed at me.

The stake is 1.25m tall, the stake driver is ~1m tall. I am 1.58m tall. I could get the stake driver on top of the stake, but I could not stand it upright and certainly couldn’t reach the handle to depress the button.

I could not help unless I had a stepstool. So I assisted with placement of stakes and everything else I could. I felt useless (though I logically know I was not).

We had a glitch in that one of the grunts (”Grunt10″, by the by, I am mostly in the grunt category too with some expections) decided to bail on the last minute for Saturday but said he’d be on for Sunday. TPTB (the powers that be, aka the bosses) decided to ask Grunt8 if he could come back Sunday, and called new Grunt6 if he could come in Sunday. Both said they were good for Sunday (although Grunt8 had just pulled an entire day of using the stake driver, bless him).

Sunday Sunday SUNDAY!

What a day! What a glorious day. It was lovely and breezy. It was sunny but not terrible. We had a crew coming of me, tent master, Grunt10 bringing a few others, Grunt8 (G8), and Grunt6 (G6). Fabulous!

Except...I arrive at 8am, Tent Master (TM) arrives with TPTB1...and no evidence of G10 yet or the crew he agreed to bring.

Ok, maybe he is lost. The site is not totally easy to get to.

About 4 phone messages and 7 unasnwered texts later, it is clear that G10 has flaked.

And TM and I have just found out that TPTB decided to put all their eggs in the G10 basket and called off G6 & G8.

So now we have: me, TM, TPTB1, TPTB2

We need, minimum, 6 people to raise the mast. TM has to leave for another tent job at 3pm. It is now 8:45am. TM has declared that the absolute latest we can start getting the mast up is 11am, any later and we won’t be anywhere near close to being done before he -must- leave.

TPTB are calling everyone they can, no one is answering. But then! G8 answers and says he can come in and will bring some guys with him!!

The problem is, G8 does not drive and is 45min away. But wait! He’s got a guy who can drive him, he just needs to wake the guy up and then gather the other people he can bring.

So G8 roused the driver, gathered the guys, and apparently got on his way.

TM & I have decided we will do as much as we can around the site because we can’t bear to just sit on our asses waiting. And there are things to be done, small things; things nonetheless.

One such thing was the bit that makes me slightly not a grunt: rigging. I decide that we can prop the cupola of the tent on two large boxes and I can crawl under and rig all the equipment while we’re waiting. TM grabs the forklift and we move it into position. Yay for being organized.

Finally, TM & I have done as much as possibly can be done. Everyone is getting nervous because it is now 11am and we haven’t hear from G8.

Lo! What’s that one the horizon? It’s G8 and two other grunts in a livery cab! Right in the nick of time! Hurrah!

We meet G5 & G12. Immediately TM puts everyone on mast duty and the mast is raised with minimal fuss.

We work, for hours, none stop. The group of us grunts run around doing whatever TM tells us to do. It is somehow mutually agreed among the other grunts that I somehow have a greater amount of authority than they do. This is a lie. I have little idea as to what needs doing. But TM has also decided I am more informed than I think I am. Surprisingly, I am somehow more informed than I knew I was. It was a revelation to me.

Finally, I see something I have not yet seen: TM is losing his cool. TM, from my limited interactions with him, is one of the most laid-back, grounded individuals. He rolls with every punch, he kindly verbalizes everything he’s doing so you can follow along, he answers endless questions, he is 100% happy to work with layman crew members (i..e, me and other people who are on the job for the first time ever & don’t know shit from shinola). But now, he’s getting frantic.

See, he has to leave. It is 3pm. He HAS to leave. But the job isn’t complete. TM abhors leaving a job unfinished. But we started late, we ran into complications along the way, and he must get to his next job. He is frustrated and short. He apologizes every moment of his frantic escalation. None of us fault him in any way. He pretty much yells last second instructions to us grunts as he tuck and rolls into the car and TPTB2 drives off with him.

We are left to our hastily yelled orders. And then there were five.

Luckily the vast majority of the work is done.

TPTB1 and G8, G5, and G12 take a break. I use that time to climb up the masts and do the last pieces of the rigging. The tent is not horrible yet because the sidewalls aren’t attached. But I am still sitting ~3.7m up, in the sun, surrounded by thick tarp. It’s great.

I complete the rigging, the other grunts come back in the tent and I have them help me test the systems. I do not die & the systems work. All good things.

Then the side walls. Oh the side walls. There’s a cable that runs the circumfrence of the tent. The side walls have S-hooks that hook onto the cable and hang.

Easy enough. Except the side walls are 3m long, 4m tall, weigh easily 100lbs, and work with you about as well as a fresh corpse. There are techniques to make hanging the sidewalls easier...we know none of them. We make it up.

We get the walls on (luckily they are in sections but 8 sections is still 8 sections) annnnd the back two portions are not proximating. And I can see that there’s too much sag...starting at the very beginning. Piss and hell. So I get up on a ladder and start on one side of the tent, dragging canvas along the cable, moving S-hooks, trying to get the slack moved toward the back.

Immediately, without prompting, G5 jumps on another ladder and works on the opposite side walls.

Unfortunately G5 started in the middle. We did not get all the slack worked through. So I go back to the beginning of G5′s side, and start again. I did not ask anyone to help because I knew they were working intensely all day. And while I knew this needed doing, I figured I had worked less than they had. But again, G5 jumps on a ladder to work the slack with me.

We leap frog our ladders along the side wall until SUCCESS! We get the back panels to meet.

My face is pouring sweat, I am completely drenched. I would later see that my light blue bra was dark blue now :P

I had drunk a 1liter gatorade, a 1liter ionized water bottle, & 1liter water bottle plus various glasses of water starting from 11am to 6pm. I did not pee once.

Sunday was a super fun day.

Lessons of the day: G8 is a fabulous human being, I would 120% work with G5 & G12 again, and G10 can sit on a barbwire dildo.