#this is what I do with any leftover clay

[claypigeonpottery]

[fanficimagery]

The Nanny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's up, Teller?"

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

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

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

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

"Yum."

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

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

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

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

"Almost anything."

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

"Alright."

. .

. .

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

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

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

"I think so."

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

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

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I appreciate that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well I don't know about that…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

"A little after ten."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the fuck happened?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

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

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

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

"Will do. See you soon."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You are amazing, you know that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

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

. .

. .

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

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

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

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

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

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

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

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

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

The note read, [A son for a son.]

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

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

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

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

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

"Find them. Now."

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. .

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

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

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

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

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

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

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

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

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. .

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both brothers' jaws clench.

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

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

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

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

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

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

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

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

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Limping away?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well yeah. You were shot."

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

"Then what are you doing here?"

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

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

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

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cunt."

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

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

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

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

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

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

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

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

"I ain't telling you shit."

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

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

BANG!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And w-what's that?"

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

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

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

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me see."

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

"What? But-"

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

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

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

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

[after-witch]

With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Title: With Your Heartbeat Next to Mine [Yandere Mahito x Reader]

Synopsis: You were lying to yourself if you claimed to think Mahito would be satisfied with kisses and late-night snuggles on the couch.

Word count: 1220ish

Notes: yandere, possessiveness, implied dubcon, talks of virginity, self-blame for unwanted advances, Mahito in general

Mahito steps forward, and you’re trapped between the unusual coolness of his body and your bedroom wall. One of your posters--some sun-faded thing leftover from your school years--crinkles against your back. You hope it doesn’t rip, and then you’re back to worrying about more important things.

Like the fact that Mahito wants you to have sex. Tonight. Today. Right now. 

“It’s just--I’m not ready,” you say, lips dry, stammering stupidly. “I’m a--I mean, I’ve never… I haven’t…”

Mahito quirks his head, and then grins, all teeth and salaciousness. “Oh-hh. You’re a virgin, then?” When you don’t answer, he pokes the end of your nose with a finger. “I read about it. It doesn’t matter to me. Humans attach importance to silly things, don’t they?”

Something like humiliation and hurt puffs up in you. He doesn’t take anything seriously, at least not when it comes to you. It’s never bothered you too much. It was part of the charm, the game, of being with someone like him.

But this is… different. Isn’t it? And it bothers you, deep down, even though you really forfeited all rights to any sort of normal relationship expectations the moment you willingly kissed a literal curse. 

“It’s not silly.” 

Your eyebrows furrow and you think back to fumbled romances from before Mahito. Awkward make-out sessions on the couch that always ended in you telling your dates that you weren’t ready to go that far, and they either smoothly accepted it and got their time’s worth with sloppy kisses and gropes or got the hell out of dodge, and you’re not sure which was more hurtful in the end. 

And then came Mahito. And he was different.  And a curse. And you were in something-like-a-relationship with him, but you didn’t know what to call it when the person you were seeing couldn’t be seen by anyone around you and he tortured people (to death, or not, and you definitely knew which one was worse in that case) for fun and “science” and you, sick and selfish thing, still loved the way he pressed kisses up your neck to feel your heartbeat or yanked your bottoms down to taste what was underneath or simply held you all night while you watched movies. 

And now he wants to push you down onto your bed and fuck you, and you don’t know what to do or say.  You don’t want it, but you knew it was coming, like it always does in any relationship. Was it any wonder that it came, too, in this one? 

Mahito puffs air in your face and you flinch, startled out of your thoughts. 

“Where’d you go, hmm?” You feel his fingers on your chin and you know what’s coming when one of them slides along your lips.  One of Mahito’s fingers hooks onto the side of your mouth, and if you weren’t used to him playing around with your body like it was a lump of clay, it would have bothered you. Instead you wonder when he last washed his hands, even as he stretches your lip upward, a mockery of a half-smile.

“Humans are silly. You’re silly,” he says, all matter-of-fact. Then he sighs, put-off or tired or just pretending to be in order to make himself more palatable, more humanesque, to you. You can never tell with him, and that’s part of the thrill. “Is it because you…” 

He releases your lips and taps his chin, putting on a show as he thinks for a moment, digging out information from whatever well of knowledge he stores things in. He normally pulls out trivia about humanity that would be better suited to some sort of criminology class. But today it’s something far less morbid, though hardly any less anxiety-inducing.

“Are you saving yourself for marriage? Is that why you don’t want to have sex?”

Your cheeks feel impossibly hot. 

You shake your head, looking down, unable to look at him. He never has a problem staring at you for what always feels like a terribly long time. Sometimes he does it so you’ll give him the answer he wants. Other times, it’s to study you--or that’s what you think, anyway. 

Mahito pouts. “Oh. Darn. I was thinking we might have a wedding, if that was the case. I’ve always admired those pretty dresses in the windows.” He sighs again. “Probably couldn’t invite him, though, anyway. He wouldn’t approve.” He smiles again, bright and peppy, all imitations of tiredness tossed aside like an old coat. “Did you know he wanted me to kill you the first time I brought you up?” 

You nod, because Mahito has had no problem telling you that his companions think he should have killed you a long time ago, and sometimes he thinks about it. But then he remembers how much fun you have together, so he puts it off for another day.

And the thought hits you like lead: If you won’t have sex with him, will he kill you? Will refusing make you too annoying or boring to put up with? Or is it better to say no and keep up the chase, make him fight for you? It was almost dizzying, the way relationship games became serious with Mahito around. A regular guy might just break up with you. Mahito might just break your neck.  

“Then… oh!” His expression brightens and he looks so sweet like this that you can almost forget what he is and what you’re doing with him. Almost. “You’re worried about the pain.” He nods, a mockery of sage wisdom. “I’ve read about that, too. He tilts his head back a little. “In novels. It’s cute…”

“You’re cute,” he says, and that’s a good sign--right?--because it means he still wants you. And you’re at least another step farther from being turned into some awful experiment in a sewer. 

His lips press against your ear, and his voice is too close and he’s too close, but you signed up for this when you let him in your life, didn’t you? You let him hold you and kiss you and if you didn’t think he’d eventually want more,  you were lying to yourself. 

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs, and it does nothing but make you worry more. “I’ll be gentle.”

The most awful thing of all is that you can't tell if he's being genuine or not.

He grins, a sticky smile that oozes an awful dark pressure that makes your stomach clench. It would be better, you think, to do what he wants. Since he seems to want it so much. And… you should be flattered, if anything. Right? Be flattered. Be grateful. Appreciate that some all-powerful curse wants to press you into a mattress and have sex with your body and pull out your mewls and moans like he’s done before, albeit in a far less intimidating fashion. 

Mahito presses a chaste kiss to the end of your nose, then pulls back to examine your expression. 

“That’s what I’m supposed to say, isn’t it?” His fingers card through your hair up your scalp, scratching just a little too hard to feel nice. “So you don’t fight as much?”

You swallow, and your throat is so tight that your spit might as well be needles. 

Mahito, not wanting for an answer, presses his hands against your shoulder and pushes you harder against the wall as he moves in for a hungry kiss. Behind you, the poster rips. 

[harlowsbby]

Best thing I never had

“Come on let’s talk out all of our feelings I mean you’ve both been together for about five years now and you’ve been engaged for a few months, I don’t think this is worth getting a divorce.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes was Urban being serious right now.

You just found out the man of your so called dreams has been sleeping with your best friend behind your back, even after you gave her a home to stay in after leaving her abusive and toxic ex, you didn’t think they’d ever do something like this but I guess you were wrong.

“There isn’t anything to talk about Urban I’m done with him and I’m most certainly done with her, the two of them can kick rocks for all I care.” Jack looked up at you in sorrow and defeat he knew he had just lost the best thing he ever had.

A few weeks earlier

“Remind me why Miya is coming to stay with us again?” Your friend Miya was coming over for a few days well more like a few months but Jack didn’t need to know that.

You finished up making up her bed before turning your attention back on Jack.

“She’s going through a hard time Jack she can’t afford to live on her own financially especially since her breakup with Jessie and she needs a place to stay besides her sisters.” Jack rolled his eyes and went downstairs with you after him.

“If you don’t want her to stay Jack I can tell her that Jack is acting like a big grumpy baby and honestly wants you on the street.” You stated dramatically making him smack his lips.

“Now you know I’d never say anything like that I just wanna make sure we’ll still have our time together.” You coo’d and made your way over to him and stood in between his legs, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“As long as you promise we get some we time then I don’t care if she spends a few days or months here.” You squealed and jumped up and down. “Thank you Jack she’s gonna be so happy to be here I know she can’t wait to get a break.”

You gave Jack a quick kiss before heading upstairs to call Miya.

“What did I miss?” Came Urban’s voice from the living room. “When did you get here?” Jack asked him with his eyebrows furrowed together.

“I’ve been here remember you let me crash last night, what was Y/N going on about.” Jack sighed and hopped off the counter. “Her friend Miya broke up with her boyfriend so I guess she’ll be living her for a few months. Till she gets back up on her feet at least.”

“Wait Miya? As in her best friend Miya.” “Yeah what about her?” Urban smacked his lips and rubbed his bearded chin. “Miya is a baddie that’s what and you get to see that fine piece of ass walking around your house for free. I’m very jealous of you.”

Jack wasn’t understanding what Urban was talking about or what he was getting at.

“What are you on about Urban?” “You got the best of both worlds Jack take advantage of that shit if I was you I’d be messing around with Miya on the lowww.” Urban song sang.

“So you expect for me to cheat on my wife to be with her best friend since birth?” Jack raised his eyebrows at Urban who was already chin deep in some leftover chili.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Jack knew thinking about the possibility of cheating on you was wrong but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t glance at Miya’s chest or ass whenever she was around and now that he was thinking about it Miya did give him flirty eyes a few times.

“You’re thinking about it aren’t you?!” Urban laughed and got up and tossed his dish in the sink Jack rolled his eyes at him before hopping down the counter.

“Whatever Urban I don’t need you putting any ideas in my head, I’ll see you later at the party alright?” It was Clay’s birthday and since he never really celebrated his birthday Jack wanted to throw him a surprise birthday party.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Jack but remember what I said! Two is better then one.” Urban snickered before leaving the house leaving a wondering Jack all alone in his thoughts.

Later that evening

“Come on you guys have been in there for like hours it feels like.” Jack huffed and puffed in frustration as Miya and You giggled from behind the locked door.

You were both getting ready for Clay’s birthday and Jack knew how long it took you to get ready but now having Miya with you as well he knew he’d never get a chance to use the bathroom.

“I have to pee really really bad!!” Jack yelled through the door. “So use the guest bathroom or use Miya’s bathroom, you can’t incapable.” You sassily told him.

“So go use the guest bathroom blah blah blah.” Jack mumbled under his breath. “What did you just say?” He froze when you heard him behind him he turned around and gave you a weak smile and blushed when he noticed Miya laughing from behind you.

“I said I’ll go use the guest bathroom and take your time the party doesn’t start for another hour or two.” You glared at him and nodded your head in approval “That’s what I thought you said.” Jack looked back at Miya who sent him a flirty wink making his face red.

“Why is your face red?” Jack completely forgot you were still in front of him. “Uh it’s just really hot in here that’s all baby I’m gonna go get some water and get ready.”

You had a feeling he wasn’t telling you the truth because Jack’s face never just got red out of the blue and it wasn’t even hot in here it was freezing.

“I’m gonna go downstairs and get some water, do you want anything?” Miya asked you “Oh no I’m good but thank you.” You gave her a small smile before going back to doing your hair.

Miya bit her lip nervously as she made her way downstairs she looked back up the stairs before quickly dashing to the bathroom Jack was in and shutting the door from behind her.

“What-.” Jack looked up form brushing his teeth and his eyes widened seeing Miya behind him. “Hey Jack.” She slurred her words and ran her fingers across his shoulder blades.

“Oh hey Mia or I mean Miya yeah hey Miya.” He spoke nervously making her chuckle. “I just wanna thank you again for letting me stay here I still feel bad. I feel as if I’m intruding on Y/N and you.”

“Absolutely not you can stay as long as you want I don’t mind honestly.” Jack watched her nervously as she looked around the bathroom. He loved how her pink and well manicured nails gripped around the water bottle, oh how he wished those hands were wrapped around something else.

“Jack!! Hello.” He quickly snapped out of his daze and began to blush when he realized what he was day dreaming about. Miya smirked as if she knew what he was dreaming about.

“You know I’m not stupid Jack, I know you want me just as bad as I want you.” She whispered in his ear and ran her tongue across his earlobe.

“I never said I wanted you Miya I’m engaged and about to be happily married I’m not sure who told you that.” She rolled her eyes. “You did Jack, your body language did I see the way you practically undress me with your eyes whenever I’m around. I’m no fool Jack.”

Jack gulped and leaned back on his bathroom sink he didn’t think it was that obvious. “So what are we about to do or what does this mean.” Miya licked her lips and slowly made her way to her knees before unbuttoning Jack’s jeans and shaking them till they fell to the floor.

“How about I show you where things can go for us.” Jack inhaled and watch Miya go to work he bit his lip and tried his best to hold in his moans and groans but it felt so good.

“Fuck Miya.” He groaned and gripped the counter behind him, his veins poking through his muscled arms and before he knew it he was coming undone under her touch.

“Better clean yourself up I don’t want Y/N suspect anything.” She smiled innocently before placing a kiss on his lips and leaving the bathroom as if nothing just happened.

“What did I just get myself into it.” He told himself and groaned.

At the party

The entire car ride over to the party you felt as if something was off something in the air didn’t seem right. You sat in the back on the way to the party with Miya but the entire car ride there you noticed Jack would glance in the back a few times through the review mirror.

You sat with Urban and Neelam and watched Jack talk with a few of his friends.

“A penny for your thoughts?” You looked up seeing it was Miya.

“Oh it’s nothing Miya just be overthinking like always.” You gave her a weak smile and went back to stirring your drink.

“Come on you know you can’t hide anything from me we’ve been best friends since birth.” You sighed maybe it was best to tell somebody.

“Something is off with Jack he just seems like he’s hiding something.” “How do you know he’s hiding something?”

You’ve been with Jack for a minute and you could always tell whenever something was bothering him. “His body language he looks so stiff as if he’s got something to say.” Miya mentally cursed she hated the way you were so good at reading everyone’s body language.

“I’m sure he’s okay Y/N if something was wrong I’m sure he’d tell you now come on let’s go get a drink.”

“Yeah you’re right he’d tell me if something was wrong. Now let’s go get a drink and get fucked up tonight.” She smirked and raised her shot before drowning it. “That’s my girl now let’s go.”

Later on in the night it started to die down a bit which you were thankful for. Looking around you noticed Jack and Miya weren’t around which you found odd. You got up and went into the kitchen where Ace and Urban sat, drowning down a bag of Cheeto puffs.

“Have you guys seen Jack or Miya?” You asked them. “Uh last time I saw Miya she was with Neelam but as for Jack I’m not sure.” Ace said with a face filled with Cheeto dust. You giggled and got a napkin and cleaned his face up. “Thank you Y/N.”

You sighed and left the kitchen wondering where Jack was because all you wanted to do was go home and cuddle in bed with him while some baking show played in the background.

You decided to step outside for some air the smell of beer and weed recked all over the house. Once outside you finally let out the biggest gasp for air.

You leaned against the garage door and took out your phone just flipped through some tik toks to try and pass the time before deciding to text Jack.

Jack 💕

- where are you, you wanna go home?

You waited for the message to go through before putting it back in your pocket but as you did you heard a ding go off. You scrunched your eyebrows up in confusion seeing the window in your car rolled down a bit.

“Jack? Is that you in there.” Your stomach began to turn and flip when you heard the familiar groans and moans of Jack.

“Fuck just like that Jack.” “Yeah? You like that Miya I bet you do.” “Oh I do Jack fuck you’re so good.”

You watched with blurry eyes as Jack and Miya messed around in the back of your car.

“So after seven years together it means nothing? I’m just that easy to cheat on.” You spoke and watched how Jack pulled away from Miya and how she quickly tried to cover herself up.

“It isn’t what it looks like baby.” “It’s exactly what it looks like Jack and Miya I should’ve known you weren’t a loyal friend.” You whimpered and began to walk backwards.

“Baby please just hear me out please.” You watched as Jack stumbled out of the car and tried his best to throw on his shirt.

“No Jack what we have or had is over I’m done with you I’m done with the both of you.”

“Y/N don’t be so dramatic Jack always wanted me and you can’t be angry over that.” Miya laughed from the backseat as Jack tried to hush her up.

“Let’s just go back home baby and talk about this Yeah?” He went to grab your arm but you quickly yanked it back. “No I’m done you stay here and have fun with your sloppy seconds. We’re done Jack and this, us, we’ll never be anything ever again.”

Flashback over

“And that’s what happened and that’s why this entire engagement is over. Why would I marry someone who’s been unfaithful.” You looked down to Jack who looked down in shame.

Urban knew he had a part in this and the right thing to do was to come clean and tell you that he made Jack do it but he figured you’d be hurt enough.

“So were really done?” Jack whispered with tear-filled eyes.

“There was a time that I thought you did everything right, no wrongs, I must’ve been out of my mind.” You chuckled you use to put Jack on a pedestal in your eyes he could do no wrong.

“We’re done Jack. I’m done with you. Forget me and forget my number and act like I never been existed, because I’ll be doing the same thing.” With that you got up and walked away leaving the man you once loved.

You were the best thing he ever had but you were also going to be the best thing he never had.

( was iffy about this one since it’s my first real fic in a minute but lmk what y’all think 😭 )

( Sorrows will be up tomorrow )

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[nattinatalia]

Concept: Tres Leches goes missing from the fridge for a gathering all to find out EZ and Mia ate half of it and theres a little trail from the kitchen to the playroom lmao 🤭🤭🤭 (Make them like 6 or 7)

“I swear to you, it was right here.”

“Then someone must’ve eaten it because it can’t just disappear.” You tell your husband.

It was Maggie’s birthday and all she wanted was a small party, and for you to bake her a tres leche cake. Of course you agreed on it, no questions asked.

But you could’ve sworn before heading outside to finish decorating, you had left the cake in the refrigerator so it could continue cooling off for a bit more.

“It wasn’t me, I swear.” Jack closes and opens the refrigerator a third time.

“Bubs, it’s not going to magically appear everytime you open and close it.” You shake your head.

“What are you guys doing?”

You turn to the voice of your brother in law. “The cake I baked for your mom has somehow gone missing.”

“Oh, I took it out and placed it on the tabl- what the, where is it?” Clay is standing by the table now, confused like you and Jack.

“You took it out and left it at arms reach?” Jack asks. “Meaning my little spawns could’ve reached it.” He smirks, already solving the case of the missing cake.

“Jackman, I told you to stop calling them spawns, you’re just like Druski.” You walk out of the kitchen but notice a trail of milk leading to the playroom.

Jack and Clay following behind you. Jack laughs, “They suck at being sneaky, they left evidence.”

“Hush, your mom will kill me if she finds out I helped.” You hear someone say inside the playroom.

You’re standing at the doorway with your hands on your hips glaring at them. “Mom already knows and she’s mad.”

The three of them gasp and turn to look at you, cake all over their faces.

“HE DID IT” Mia and Ezequiel point at Sunni.

Sunni let’s out a shock sound and glares at the kids “It was your guy’s idea, I just helped”

Jack and Clay make their way inside the playroom to grab the kids, while Sunni is sitting down in the kids table you had there for them to color.

“I hope you know my wife is going to rip you to pieces.” Jack smirks, carrying Ezequiel.

Clay smiles, hand in hand with Mia, “Sis, don’t beat him up until after I’m down cleaning this little cake thief up.”

“Y/N-“ Sunni starts, wiping the leftover cake from his mouth. “I can explain.”

You nod, “Okay, explain.”

“Wait what?” He asked confused, most likely thought you weren’t going to give him the chance to explain.

You motion to the floor. “You three left a trail of milk and crumbs, you’ll clean that up.” You lift a finger up, “And you’ll have to tell Maggie why her cake is store bought.”

“But she-“

Jack tosses his car keys, “I’d start heading to buy one, mom will be here soon.”

Sunni stands up and runs towards the door but quickly comes back. “If it makes you feel any better, the cake was delicious. Evil spawns and I approve.”

“SUNNI.” Jack shakes his head in amusement watching him run out.

“Cakey was good mama, goods jobs.” Ezequiel gives you a thumbs up.

You groan, “I can’t even be mad at you, my sweet boy.” You smile and carry him. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

[voidju1cebox]

you know what fuck it, miles g. (prowler miles) headcanons (this will be general, maybe later i will make some x reader because im gay it sounds fun)

he would eat rice with avocado

he can make the TASTIEST FOOD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, like, you ain't gonna come tell me he wouldn't make food for his mom

in that same line of thought: his mom and him would have 'leftover days' which, as the name implies, is a day (usually a weekend day) where you eat the left over food

while e1610 miles has a bit of a more chaotic but functional work space, e42 miles would have a much more organized workspace (when not in use)

ok so rio mentions comics-con so in my heart he is still a nerd

straight As, (i like the idea that he still goes to a fancy school) he wants to not only show he deserves his place at the school, he also wants to make sure he doesn't put more stress on his mom :(

he would still go to vision academy (or whatever his equivalent is). he would have applied because his mom wanted him to have a good future, at first he wasn't really planing to go even if he managed to pass the entrance exam but when he did he was offered a scholarship so there were no more excuses not to

he is much more serious and quiet in class, he wouldn't have many friends if any at all because he wouldn't seem super approachable

not a head canon but: im not sure if he would take any art classes like e1610 miles, on one hand, his mom would encourage him to use all the tools and things the school is offering, on the other, he would probably not have enough time to do so because of his prowler things

e1610 miles: art and quantum physics e42 miles: art and robotics (or something along those lines)

this guy will NOT stand disrespect towards women. his mom is rio morales and i guarantee she would not stand his son being disrespectful

after his father died he would get in a lot of fights both because he needed a way to cope and he felt like he needed to show the world and himself that he was strong enough to protect his loved ones

i like the idea that he is either; friends with Gankee, or, they used to be friends but distanced

ok, so im not sure when exactly he would have become the prowler, but i think that at first he would have done it alone; shitty suit that doesnt really protect him and only really works to mask identity, very limited gear if any at all, probs used like blunt force weapons (baseball bat)

his uncle notices that miles had started to get bruises again and notices that rio looks more stressed so he assumes miles is picking fights again, so he confronts miles. it becomes a bit of an argument nearly fight but miles finally breaks and tells uncle Aaron he is prowler

after uncle aaron accepts that miles is the prowler and "no, i wont stop doing this, this is the way im helping" he agrees to support and help miles in his vigilante endeavors and helps him get stuff to update his suit so he can be safer

:0, he gives his mom little clay or paper flowers, since she doesnt have taht much time to take care of a live one and so she can have a little bit of color in her days

i feel like he is more of a video games nerd than a comics nerd

he sits extremely still, he almost could be mistaken for a statue

sometimes when the house feels way too empty for his comfort he goes to his uncle's to pass time till he calms or for the whole night

his sketchbooks are FILLED, like im talking not only the pages; the covers are filled with doodles, he has receipts and napkins and stuff he has drawn on, he has some pressed flowers both to use as references and to rememeber his moms favourites

his mom helps him with his hair, she learned through a combination of uncle aaron, jeffs side of the family, and of course miles

[signedeclipse]

Heyo! I hope you're doing well, can I request hcs with douma (sadly he's the only one I ever request for) with an s/o who is FACINATED with dead bodies and disects/studies them? What would his react be be he first found out?? It may be a little too much so feel free to ignore!

Douma [X Reader]

In which Douma's s/o is a mortuary cosmetologist and uses his meal leftovers to practice.

To be very frank, Douma is the last person to ever care what you do with a dead body

He even helped you make a bit of a lab so you could practice in an organized place, finding you tools to use from his travels

Makeup, latex clay, scalpels, protective gear and cleaners, anything you ask for or that he thinks would make an excellent addition

Your fascination is only ever as morbid as his own, so he asks you to preserve things he finds interesting

Like an albinos eyes, a smoker's lung, like its some everyday household decoration

He might even challenge your skills by horribly mutilating a body during one of his meals and seeing how well you piece it all back together

And then he'll grade you like some game

Probably coined the phrase, "Don't play with your food"

And says it whenever he runs into you working on a new case

Unfortunately, you will never be able to use your skills outside of the sanctuary due to moral concerns

But to cheer you up, Douma might pick up a corpse or two he didn't kill to see if you can find the cause of death

He does have regenerative abilities that he can trigger when he wants, so sometimes he'll even let you try fixing up his own gashes

Absolutely finds it funny you can handle any torn-up corpse, but not him having a cut

Authors Note - I actually really liked the idea of this ask and played around with it a bit, because one crazy lover is interesting but two is downright hilarious. Thank you for requesting!

[dolokhoded]

80s jesus 'verse disciple headcanons pt. 3 (jesus, judas, jb)

my sincere apologies i know i said i'd bost judas "in a little bit" about. 2 weeks ago. here they are. @ that one anon who asked me about judas, my brain works very slowly, there he is

JESUS

ok starting off jesus is gender wacky. idk what he is i use he/him for him but calling him a man feels off. he's my favorite gender identity which is wack.

being somewhat divine does that to you you don't really care for the labels society has completely made up. ANYWAYS

i don't even know what i'm gonna write for jesus i'm sure you know what kinda guy jesus was. 

okay. grew up in nazareth with his parents miriam and yosef and his siblings 

(don't ask me why im using the hebrew form of names for the parents but not jesus himself. it's because we have a hundred marys.)

he has three siblings, two sisters and one brother, and he's older than all of them with a pretty big age gap, he was kind of an accidental pregnancy

(or, y'know, the son of god. but who knows ! )

had a relatively normal life compared to everyone else. i guess reparations for how well his life went last time idk.

jesus is also the only one out of them all who has somewhat of a sense that they've all existed together somewhere before ? he doesn't clearly remember any of it, but he did recognize his disciples when he met them.

he also has a lot of nightmares. they're vague, but very painful.

anyways aside from that pretty decent upbringing. he always knew that he wanted to help people as much as he can.

he learned carpentry from his dad and although he did study political science he ended up just running his father's shop.

however of course he also runs his organization ! which i really struggle to pick a main cause for because like it's jesus ? i feel like he'd care about anything that helps people he's just trying to make the world a little better.

idk. i'll think about it.

before he was doing that he was doing a lot of activist and volunteer work alongside his cousin john ! you guys know cousin john !

and therefore already had a lot of peers and a lot of friends who then followed him and supported him. the first being andrew, who was very close with john and was there when there was just talk between the three of them and maybe some more friends about jesus starting his own cause

aside from carpentry, which he obviously likes and is very good at, jesus is actually a little bit of a creative in general.

he just started with woodcarving with his leftover supply for fun and then slowly moved on to clay and occasionally even sculpting.

likes to give stuff shape anyways

cares so much for his whole team and always reminds them to be kind to themselves and take care of themselves however he has not practiced self care a single DAY in his entire LIFE

will overwork himself to exhaustion if someone doesn't physically drag him away. has before.

for an all loving creature he has the emotional intelligence of a doorknob

dgmw he's great. he's kind to everyone and all that. he's understanding.

still has not known what the fuck is going on a day in his entire life. each time any of his friends looks the slightest bit off he comes to the wildest possible conclusion.

most of the time said conclusion being that it's his fault

he might be a tiny bit self-centered. usually not in a positive way towards himself either, it just means he thinks he's the cause of everything bad happening in his life.

feels like the world revolves around him, just in a very pessimistic way

but he's got a lot on his plate can you blame him.

love how i went "yeah he's relatively doing pretty well" and then gave him a bunch of issues lol sorry jesus

JUDAS

welcome, queers, i know you're here for him, here he is

judas is an only child and comes from a very rich family.

his parents own an insurance company and have like a bunch of buildings they're renting.

generational wealth, basically. it's all inherited and they're making a shit ton of money out of nothing it's all already set up.

judas' family is also very religious.

and i know that so far two out of the two times i've said that it means the parents are assholes but i swear it's not like that james and john's parents are also religious it just wasn't relevant.

but yeah judas' parents are, in fact, assholes. judas was very involved at the temple from very early childhood.

which unfortunately led to him being abused by religious officials that he could supposedly trust and grew up with.

especially once he started growing into his teens and came to the realization that he very much Does Not like women.

which his parents didn't love either.

somewhere around that time he started to distance himself from his family, especially once he moved away for university. judas studied political science but halfway through kind of changed career plans and double majored in journalism

which was very demanding but he did it anyways !

in university he meets jesus. jesus is in his third year when he's in his first and helps him out a lot. they're both very politically active too and always meet at protests and charity events etcetcetc so, yeah, they know each other. and sure there's something there but judas is very closed off and they drift apart when jesus graduates.

oh, judas also has depression, he was diagnosed at age ten, his family was very ashamed of that as well.

in his last year of university, he falls out with his parents once and for all.

they already weren't close, judas was very hurt by them and obviously he had a lot of personal issues with them but to him the line came when he found out about a lot of things that were going on behind closed doors in his parents' company, they were scamming a lot of innocent people and also partnering with a lot of . really just scum of the earth kind of people.

judas got rightfully very upset and had absolutely zero reason to keep covering up any of this. so he didn't ! and obviously that was very disastrous for the company.

judas gets disowned. not legally, but his parents cut all ties with him. not that he wasn't going to do that himself anyways.

obviously though as a consequence he suddenly has very very limited money. luckily for him he's currently in a relationship with his guy, isaac, who's very happy to let him move into his apartment. it would benefit him too to share the rent anyways. as it turns out, isaac's not a great guy ! judas himself isn't too well either so they have a very weird very unhealthy very codependent relationship and though they fight a lot it takes judas two years until he finally finds the strength to walk out on him.

judas didn't think that through very well because he doesn't really have anywhere to go. to his luck, guess who he runs into !

it's jesus. of course it's jesus this is the dolokhoded bible where the main character is still jesus, no matter how much i love to talk about james and simon.

jesus is on his way to a meeting with his team and he's like hey why don't you come along. and judas does. and that's it, he meets the whole gang, he ends up rooming with andrew and philip for a while before he gets his own place.

and, y'know. he does, eventually, in an excruciatingly slow process that tests the patience of all of their friends, get together with jesus.

okay i prob have to write this too uhh sad stuff ahead judas attempts once.

he's spiraling and overworking himself and hiding it pretty well. has some petty fight with john that jesus scolds him about and then has another fight with jesus over that and overall it's not going swell.

strangely enough it's john who decides to check on him after that. he has not gotten along with judas a day in his life but he could tell how upset he was and jesus is hurt and also a little petty and isn't gonna go do it himself so he decides he might as well. to his horror he stumbles into. well. yeah

he survives.

he moves in with jesus, john and matthew for a while after that.

(a lot of them are rooming they don't have much money)

goes back to therapy too.

okay sad stuff over. it gets better. he's doing well. gets a job at an independent news page and becomes quite known among his circles for his work too.

JOHN THE BAPTIST

or JB.

he does not baptize anyone. his first name is john baptist. don't ask me the logic of being named after himself when he hasn't existed yet for people to be named after him ok making an au of a defining characteristic of current human society is fucking difficult

jesus' cousin. his mother, elisheba, is miriam's sister. she's a good fifteen years older than her, and was in her fourties the year that both jesus and jb were born so her getting pregnant was a bit of a surprise.

grew up with jesus and they're very close. they studied together and they theorized together and they discussed everything together.

very big on environmental activism. and by consequence very very anti-capitalism. very anti-fast fashion, for multiple reasons. also vegan :).

jb genuinely believes the human race is the universe's biggest abomination and we should just go extinct. he's not wrong.

he doesn't pick favorites (but he does and they're andrew and philip they're his favorites)

philip was sort of his right hand

he's kind of there to encourage all the shit jesus can't if he doesn't want absolute chaos and zero planning. give simon a pat on the back for getting into fights with racists and all that.

generally he's a little more radical that jesus is. they don't agree on everything but they both respect each other's stances.

he's so well read. it's obvious too, they're all educated obviously, but this guy talks and you can tell he knows his shit. it's very impressive.

and not even in the sense of being well informed and reading theory he knows literature he knows art he's so cultured and i don't like using the word cultured because it often brings to mind a very western very white very high class perception of "culture" but that's not what i'm talking about here.

jb calls himself an atheist in a more political sense. he believes that people shouldn't rely on some higher force to give humanity and morality substance and should instead search for meaning inside those things alone, otherwise they won't have the right motivations to be moral and therefore their beliefs will have no strong foundation.

he grew up jewish but his relationship with his faith is very personal to him and stays between him and god. he doesn't care to discuss it with anyone, except maybe jesus a few times.

sort of everyone's go-to person for advice. he's there to talk the stupid out of them.

his mother was a seamstress, and he learned from her. he likes to make a lot of his own clothes.

professionally, however, he's a translator. he speaks hebrew, english, greek, russian and arabic. (also a little bit of french and german. he's not qualified to translate those though) (is constantly in the process of learning more)

he just fixated on different alphabets as a teenager a little too hard.

[xesarchives]

Big Brothers - platonic!gn!reader x clay jensen + justin foley

anon asked: Hi there! Would you mind writing sth with Clay and Justin and the prompt "I warned you, he warned you, mum warned you" from your prompt list? Thank you :)

Posted June 10th, 2020

this is my favorite thing I have ever written and even if you aren’t a fan of 13rw I highly suggest you read this

I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be a sibling!reader x Justin and Clay but I did it anyway where the boys are helping reader with their first heartbreak. It's just a Lil blurb. I hope you enjoy it!

104

“I warned you, he warned you, even mom warned you”

Word Count: 559

“Hey, you’re home from work early, what are you doing in here?” Clay asked as I walked into his and Justin’s room. I plopped onto Justin’s bed hugging his pillow. “You okay?” Justin asked noticing the tears on my face as he rushed to my side. I shook my head letting out a sob. Justin pulled me into a hug. “Was it Jeremy?” Clay asked standing at the end of Justin’s bed. “Yeah” I managed to sob out, hugging tighter onto Justin. “I knew it! I warned you, he warned you, even mom warned you! I’m gonna kill them!” Clay yelled causing Justin to send him an angry glare. “Not now, asshole,” Justin said, rubbing my back. “Sorry” Clay said sitting on the other side of me. “I want you to beat his ass,” I said wiping my eyes with my sleeves “why? What did he do to you?” Justin asked checking to see if I had been hurt anywhere. “He cheated on me” I whispered. “I’m gonna kill him!” Justin yelled standing up. “I need you can you do that later, J?” I asked leaning into Clay’s side and letting him put his arm around me. “Yeah, yes of course,” Justin said sitting by down next to me and kissing my temple. “Wanna go to Monet’s or Rosie’s?” Clay asked making me look up at him. “Yeah, sure I guess,” I said. Clay nodded and got up rummaging through his drawer. “What are you doing?” Justin asked letting me lay my head on his shoulder. “Looking for this” Clay closed his drawer holding up the hoodie I always stole from him. I smiled a little catching it when he tossed it at me. “Thanks, Clay,” I said standing up and pulling it over my head.

Justin handed me a french fry “thank you” I mumbled receiving a small smile from the boy. “You feeling any better, Y/n?” Clay asked taking a drink of his milkshake. “Yeah, thanks to you guys” I smiled at them eating the fry. “So, what’s this guy’s address?” Justin asked leaning forward. “Why?” I asked eyeing the two. “We’re gonna go buy a shit ton of Toilet paper and tp his house,” Clay said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders.

I laughed watching Justin throw another roll at Jeremy’s window. “Oh shit!” Justin yelled grabbing my hand and signaling Clay to stop. I gasped seeing the lights had turned on. We all ran towards the car almost tripping as we attempted to open the doors. “Holy shit!” Clay yelled as he began driving. I laughed putting the leftover toilet paper on the seat next to me and buckling my seatbelt. “Think they saw us?” Justin asked catching his breath and then letting out a quiet laugh. “Oh absolutely!” I said causing Justin to laugh even harder. “Feel better now?” Clay asked smiling back at me and quickly looking back at the road. “Oh, 1000% I definitely needed that, it’s gonna suck when you guys leave, what will I ever do without my big brothers?” I dramatically leaned backward. “You look at me as your big brother?” Justin asked looking at me. “Of course J and tonight proved it, you are just as much my brother as Clay which means I am forever calling you JJ” I smirked. Justin laughed and said. “JJ huh? Sounds good to me”

[jakelcckley]

omg the leftovers hcs were amazing 😭💙 you're an amazing writer

How do you think the moonboys would react if they found you having fast reflexes? Like if one of them was clumsy steven and dropped something but you caught it unnaturally fast. (My brother has fast reflexes and my sister always throws stuff at him to catch his off guard lol)

omg thank you so mucchhh!! I used to write fanfics before (especially harry potter fanfics lmao) but I stopped because of my grammatical errors. And hmmmm, fast reflexes, eh? Let's see what could I come up with how it happened and how each of them reacts:

Steven: was awestruck of how fast your reflexes are. It first happened when you were just passing by at the national museum. He looked like one of those tour guides and you went up to ask him what the etched symbols in the clay tablets meant (because you were in a museum, and the least thing that you could do is actually learn the background and history that you have zero knowledge of, right??). He looked like a deer in the headlights at first but after a few seconds of awkward silence, he gave you the rough translation of it and you were amazed by his ability to translate the symbols and how much information he holds about the history of Egypt. You commended him for it, and he has gotten all shy and fidgety. His name is steven (as you read out from his badge) and it turns out that he's not a tour guide and he handles the gift shop within the museum. His stuttering behavior alone is enough to know that he is not used to receiving praises and being under the spotlight. Due to steven's erratic movements; unbeknownst to him was there's a hundred year old ancient looking jar behind him with just a single fragile pillar as a stand. it really looks like one of those artefacts that was not supposed to be left alone without a glass case. Before you know it, you moved in a light speed manner and caught the heavy, scary looking jar on your hands just in time before it tilts completely and fell off to the floor. Steven was frozen and wide-eyed in fear, and all he could see that time is his love of his life saving his arse from being fired.

Marc: didnt mind it at first after steven recounted the story of your meet-cute with him in the museum and how steven was engrossed to you already even after the management still fired him. After being together with them for almost a year and after the whole incident of harrow summoning ammit: you have successfully insisted marc to bring you in a mission after he lost the bet between you two; and what happened after, it left marc dumbfounded. The mission was already going sideways as soon as marc realized that the target had already become aware of your presence. Marc couldn't reach you any faster and the target had unexpectedly thrown a ticking time bomb to where you are standing. He watched you turn around to catch the ticking bomb with your hand at lightning speed. it was just in time before it countdowns into zero and you have thrown it back with all of your might to the target where it successfully landed and exploded. Marc was stunned after witnessing how quick your reflexes are, even Khonshu shuts up for the first time. Steven took granted of Marc's stillness and fronted to cheer and shower you with praises for how good that was. After that night and when you two reach home, Marc finally shows up and kisses you roughly before his kisses turned mellow and soft, almost apologetic. Marc still couldn't believe what happened back there and he promised that he won't bring you any more in his missions because he fears that your life is in peril every time you are out of his sight and your reflexes might not be enough to keep you alive in the long run. Marc couldn't bear the idea of losing you and he will blame himself forever if that happens.

Jake: was the other persona who you have not met yet properly, but you are kinda aware of. You became used to the nights where you are suddenly awoken at 2 am because of the lack of warmth coming from the other side of the bed. The only traces left by your partner on your home were the creases in the pillow and sheets. it's already 4 am and you couldn't sleep anymore because of the uneasiness on your stomach ever since you woke up, and jake or whoever fronted in the middle of the night is still nowhere to be found. Instead, you tried to distract yourself by sitting at the kitchen and turning your laptop on. you decided to check your email that was bombarded with emails coming from secure and encrypted networks. Minutes later after scrolling and opening some of the emails, you instinctively tuned out the eerie white sound of your apartment before swiftly moving out of the chair and landing behind the kitchen counter to hide. Your eyes traced the knife that pierced through the wooden kitchen cabinet above the kitchen sink. It was thrown at your direction when you were (stupidly) sitting with your back at the open. A slow and heavy clap resounded in the silence of your flat and you cautiously stood up to see who it was. Unmistakably, it was jake who entered the apartment through the window with a dangerous smirk plastered on his face. He opened his mouth and a hoarse rough voice filled the tense air, "eres muy rapida, corazón. Muy buena en ocultar tu identidad también." (You're very fast, sweetheart, very good at hiding your identity too) Jake says, "how about coming with me on a ride, agent?"

THAT WAS SUCH A RIDE OMG. IM SORRY IF IT TOOK ME A LONG TIME TO RESPOND AND IT FELT LIKE THIS WAS A REACH??? I'm sorry if it's not what you expected but it ended up with the reader as a secret agent and a trained ex-assassin, it is the only explanation why you have unnaturally fast reflexes. jake leaves every midnight and he uses his connections to gather information about you.

thank you so much for reading and sending me this!!! I had a great time imagining this whole thing and this is the result of it lol. I apologize if there are any grammatical errors, i also used google translator for jake and I apologize if there are errors in that translation. I am open for corrections, and i appreciate them 🫶🏼. I will sleep now as it is almost 7 AM from where I am lol.

Thank you once again @avatar-of-procrastination 💥 hope that you like it!

Link to the headcanon about who's more possesive: marc or jake?

Link to the headcanon about our moon boys finding out that you ate their leftovers.

[knightly-bastard]

New au rant. This one is also from my early Wattpad days, was dubbed simply “the horror au” before, But I think I’ll call this new version “The Book of Desperation” This au takes place after the season 2 finale, however it branches out similarly to those other timelines where everything went wrong. Basically everything that happened in that finale goes normally, but when Clay attempts to slay the Book of Monsters with the sword, he refused to die. All his work and effort put up to this wasn’t going to be meaningless, he refused to let this plan go to waste. So after he gets slashed, he directed all his energy into an explosion, more massive than seen in the finale. After that day, the knights and the techy duo never returned from their mission. Knighton returned to an era of peace for a long time, no monster attack in sight, no disturbance. However the kingdom always remained with worry about the fates of their honorable saviors of the realm, especially their beloved princess Macy. They sent out soldiers, squire-bots, anyone who volunteers to at least investigate the lands in search of remained of the kingdom’s heros. However whoever entered the lands never returned. All attempted recorded were cut off, the lands refused to be explored. It was a devastating time, the kingdom thought for the worse. The king and queen especially were utterly heartbroken by this, the thought that their daughter was dead and never coming home.

But one day...The knights returned Unfortunately, it wasn’t the knights the kingdom knew and loved, they weren’t the same. Their forms had become monstrous, more warped than anything Monstrox has ever conjured up with before. They were barley recognizable, mutated beyond repair, the only thoughts on their mind was destruction and madness all under the orders of Monstrox...who frankly was never seen, only claimed to have ordered the knights to attack and have orders be sent though his monster's. Anyways, along with a more hideously warped monster army, they sieged the land in chaos and turmoil. The kingdom fought back with everything they’ve got, using what leftover nexo magic they have to their arsenal. However, Monstrox blackmailed them when he revealed that Macy was never hurt, never turned. After the explosion in the incident a while ago, she was left rendered in a coma, only being sparred so she can be used against the kingdom. He threatened to do what he did to the knights, or even kill her if they dare fight anymore. Despite their best efforts, the kingdom surrendered, having Monstrox enact his cruel reign across the land. It was a very dark time for Knighton, barley being able to successfully start a rebellion in fear he would go by his word, they didn’t dare call out his bluff. 5 long years later...Macy woke up from her induced coma. Confused, she had no recollecting memory of...anything. She doesn't remember why she was here, what happened before all of this. She doesn’t remember any of her family and friends faces, she doesn’t remember her own name (being dubbed ‘Morningstar’ or just Star throughout the majority of the au). She managed to escape her cell, getting her trusty mace and fleeing the Lava lands, thus starting her journey of finding out what the hell happened to this kingdom. Heres a design concept of Macy, who is the main character of this au:

[ask-greenknightmonkie-au]

To Steph & Clay; Are either of you hurt? Do you at least have shelter somewhere?

To Lloyd; Have you been researching the mergequakes since they originated in Ninjago?

To MK; Do you have a phone? If not, is there any other way for you to contact your friends? I’m sure Mei is tearing a warpath through the world trying to find you.

To Vex; I know what you are /j

[Note- this ask was sent pre-chapter 5, so MK is where he was before the forum.]

"We're fine, a little low on money, but it's fine! We're okay, I think. This monkey boy and his weird roommate lent us some of their leftovers. And, we've been living in a tent. We should really give them their tupperware back..."

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"Yeah, I have- gotta go!"

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In the apartment-

"It fell down a sewer drain, and I didn't write down anyone's numbers... That's my bad. I hope you're right about Mei, though, I really miss her!"

"..."

[k00242882]

Today I continued with my sculptural piece.

I wanted to add some raw clay because I had seen artist Amy Mackles work, where she builds with raw clay.

Everything used here is leftovers.

I've added a mini toy because, I've had lovely inspiration from playing with children .

I did some textures on my new clay leaves and flowers, to tie in with what I was doing in ceramics elective.

Above is a snap of the bottom of the piece.

Making the stand with Newplast.

The red dish is an old one that I Had at home, that I had made last year.

Point of note.

I made this piece because I had leftovers.

Then I felt I had to come up with narrative for it.

Speaking with some of my tutors , it was suggested that I don't need to explain, interpret or do any of that.

In my first piece, there was intentionality and that' was my starting point. That's all I needed, to have intention, with a view to develop learning through process.

This piece could not have been made first ( because it's leftovers)

I'm doing that here ( making through process) and I can let this piece speak for itself.

In saying all of the above, another tutor could see the piece as A Tree of Life, which I really like.

[thessalian]

Thess vs QOL Improvements

I think I said previously how a lot of people in the Wylde Flowers subreddit (and, hell, nearly any game subreddit) tend to want a lot of things in their game. Generally, those things are complicated to code at best, and don’t really add to the gameplay experience that much. However, there are some things that I think could be added to the game with minimal potential coding snafus. Given Reddit striking (I mean, I think the subreddit is still active but a boycott feels like a thing), I guess I’ll lay those out here. I mean, there’s only a couple? But I feel like they’d be good ones.

More jewellery crafting. Look, the gemstones you can dig up in this game are as follows: amethyst, topaz, sapphire, ruby, emerald, and diamond ... and, y’know, you can find pearls as well. Thing is, the only gemstones you can use when crafting jewellery are amethyst and diamond, and those are just recolours of the same jewellery mesh. So all they’d really have to do is do a few more recolours and bam - more jewellery to make, to wear or sell as desired. Granted, largely it’d be a popular one for wearing - amethyst doesn’t go well with all outfits, and people might like jewellery specifically coloured to go with their favourite items of clothing.

Different ways to make dyes. Another element of this game is clothing, and if you want the full achievement for crafting everything in the game, you have to make them all. There are a lot of outfits, largely recolours, so this involves a lot of making and dyeing cloth. Thus, dyes. Red, yellow, and blue are made by grinding up a variety of items in those colours - like, for instance, lemons and sunflowers for yellow, poppies and red clay for red, blueberries and blue tulips for blue. Problem being, if you’re keeping a lot of beehives going, you want to keep as many of your flowers blooming as possible, so you’re not necessarily going to want to harvest them, you get nine blueberries every few days or so during a couple of in-game seasons, and lemons ... well, a lot of animals’ favourite foods are lemons, and you need lemons for tanning solution for making leather, so you want a lot of that. Sure, you can grind harvest boost potions, but as well as making those three primary colours, you have to mix them to get purple, orange, and green. But why only grind those? Crocuses in this game are purple, and marigolds are orange, and there are a lot of things in general that are green. Why, oh why can’t we have two options for making those three other colours - one mixing primary colours and the other grinding up things of the appropriate colour? It would be a definite quality of life improvement, and I don’t think it would take much in terms of coding.

Alternatives for coloured cloth. Following on from the above, by the time you hit endgame, you’re trying to raise rainbow sheep and alpacas for rainbow wool to make rainbow cloth. By that point in the proceedings, if you’re making enough rainbow cloth to stockpile, would it be particularly difficult to be able to choose whether you want to use the particular coloured cloth or a bolt of rainbow cloth? In-game logic would say “It’s magic; it could turn into whatever colour you want it to”. Out-of-game logic ... there’s already a function where you can choose via a kind of drop-down menu what type of a particular element you want to use for your crafting. Like, if you’re cooking, you can choose which of the various kinds of eggs you’re going to use (with chickens, ducks, and magical versions of both, there are a fair few options), or fish with some recipes (and also for leather; fish leather is apparently A Thing). That means that the structure for that kind of selection is already in the game, so it might not take too much to expand it. Plus it would keep the gameplay balance pretty even when it needs to be, since you don’t get rainbow anything until Year 2 or so, and by then you’re mostly grinding for leftover achievements anyway.

More reasons to use Cat Familiar mode. Look, we have crabs all over the beach, the occasional seagull, and mice in the barn. More to the point, we have code for the cat catching things already - picking up small plants, catching fish and crickets. Why can Cleocatra (that is the name the game gave her; do not look at me like that) not hunt the damn mice?!? That could be where we get the bones she’s always throwing at us when we pet her from! It’d be fun to go cat and hunt crabs the way we hunt crickets. (Incidentally, maybe have crickets somewhere that isn’t across town?!? I have to blow an in-game hour running around as cat to get to the one spot where I can catch crickets for fishing bait.)

SHEEP MEAT. Lamb, mutton, call it what you will, but when you sell a sheep to Kim and they come back with leftovers, you don’t get meat - you just get hide, bone, and animal fat. SHEEP ARE EDIBLE. I mean, I get it with alpacas, but they added duck and pork recipes with the April update, both as options in meat-based dishes and their own individual recipes; why can’t we have lamb?

So that’s basically it. Really not much. There are a few other ideas but they would probably mess with gameplay balance too much and be harder to code. That’s the main thing, I guess; when I ask for things in a game, I like them to be things that could actually be done sensibly, and without too much potential to break the game, either through potentially problematic code or just balance issues. I don’t want to mess too much with the game I am really enjoying; I just want there to be a bit more reward for getting to the point in game when you’re swimming in resources and need to spend them someplace. I’m hoping for a Year 3 patch at some point, but I don’t figure that’ll be for a little while. I mean, the new animals (ducks, pigs, and alpacas) only came in April, and the Endless Seasons thing (basically being able to play past the point where there’s actual plot) was only December last year. If they want to code Year 3 content, they’d need to figure out how to implement it anyone not starting a new run-through. But that might not be too hard, I guess - all they’d have to do is have the new content go “Start This Next Spring After Year 2 Content”, and done.

I go down some very interesting rabbit holes.

[douglysium]

The Investigative Archives of Ana Otto: Investigation 101- Snowed In

Statement regarding investigation 101 for client Juliette Angelo in regards to a possible forced entry and potential malicious destruction of property. The statement by Juliette Angelo is being played via recording. The investigation is being led by private detective Ana Otto near Atlanta, Georgia in the U.S.A., and the transcripts are written by Nancy Otto. The date is January 1st, 2015. This investigative statement contains themes of claustrophobia that one may find disconcerting. Investigation begins.

Juliette Angelo- I need your help. Everyone thinks I flooded the Mcnamara’s house but I swear it wasn’t me and everyone is so angry and I don’t have the money to fix this and… Okay, okay, okay, calm down. I need to start from the beginning. I was hired to do a bit of house-sitting right? No big deal, I’ve done it before many times for many different clients, and the Mcnamara’s only trust me enough to take care of their house while they're gone. I’m one of their childhood friends. They were particularly concerned because they were afraid that the cold winter might lead to some pipes bursting, so they wanted me to check on the house and prevent it from happening if possible. I still remember that morning. It was snowing, just enough to be beautiful and capture that leftover holiday spirit but not enough to cause absolutely atrocious traffic or close down the roads with streets of disgusting icy slurry. It was perfect. I drove from my house to the Mcnamara’s and on their front lawn there was an unusual amount of snow. Every other place in the neighborhood had only a couple of centimeters at most but the snow on the Mcnamara’s lawn was at least a foot or two tall. Maybe about a foot and a half if I had to say? The massive tree in their backyard stood as unnaturally tall as ever though. But what really caught my attention was the mud… In the yard, there were these snow angels, right? But they were disgustingly muddy. Where the imprint should have been clean and white snow it was a slurry stained with mud. I didn’t think too much of it originally and I assumed it was just some neighborhood kids having a good laugh. But looking back on it I realized something was off about them. There were no footprints leading to or from the angels. Which is super SUPER weird when you consider all the mud. Whoever made them went out of their way to cover their tracks for some reason. But going through all that effort to cover up making a couple of dirty snow angels seems well… stupid. I know this is about to sound absolutely stupid but it's almost as if the angels… spawned… or like grew from where they were? It’s whatever. Anyway, I made my way to the house and decided to take a step in the nice snow, y’know to hear the satisfying snowy crunch and all that though. My foot went through the snow and under it was an absurd amount of wet clay that stuck to my boots like glue. I assumed that maybe the Mcnamara’s grass had died from the cold and snow. But that wouldn’t explain why I didn’t see any remains of grass at all, like not even a loose blade or two. I went inside and I tried to wipe the clay off my boot but most of it just wouldn’t come off no matter how hard I tried. So I decided to just take them off in order to avoid tracking dirt into their house. The house was freezing cold so I turned on the heater and went about my normal duties. Y’know, watering the plants, feeding their parrot, checking the pipes, etc. etc… 

[wuzhere75]

Some random shit I came up with for the Mudwings that I didn’t have in my brain with the “tribal headcanon sheet”. Mostly about how the Mudwings actually alter their kingdom beyond farming it.

Nesting and other buildings

-Most commoner adult Mudwings typically just live out in the open. Large groups may occasionally clear out a large mud pool or just an open area for sleeping with a few lookouts (typically one per every sib group using the “sleeping place” at the time), because there are a few scary snakes and crocodilians (or sharks in the costal population) that share the swamp with them.

-Nesting habits vary between population. Wetlands typically build raised platforms (sometimes stilted, sometimes they just mound up sticks and mud beaver dam style), and lay the eggs on there, before covering the them up in some way. Typically the female or “mom” of that seasons coupling “owns” and re-uses the platform for different seasons clutches, if their previous clutch is still on the platform, they kick them off when it is time for her to lay the eggs again.

-Coastal Mudwings, due to having a plethora of reeds and coastal grasses around, will typically weave a floating island out of said plants every season (unlike other sub-populations, they don’t have to worry about newhatched dragonets drowning because they typically have gills). Unlike Wetlands, the entire sib group is seen as owning the island until the bigwings thinks the group can survive the wilds on their own, at which point they break down the island, giving away any salvageable materials leftover to relatives or other friendly sib groups who are of breeding age.

-Forest Mudwings will either do the platform thing or the island thing depending on what their environment calls for (and if they have to worry about the gills vs. no gills thing). Some will also seal their eggs inside large treeholes (think what that one species of hornbill does), but only in the furthest extent of there range. Mountain Mudwings typically do the same thing as Wetland Mudwings for nesting, but they will also make ready use of caves or tree hollows as well.

-Among all populations, a collection of closely tied sib groups (often half siblings/relatives or sib groups who’s members often couple) will maintain a small farm of some kind (Moutains maintain orchards or berry patches, Wetland and Forest grown swamp dwelling tubers and roots, Coastal will grow the grass and reeds needed for their nesting habits). It’s often left up to the “smaller” members of the sib groups (e.g Umber) to maintain the farms since they would be less adept at wrestling giant fucking gators.

Edit: Some extra stuff I forgor

-“Unsibs” are typically not only kicked out of their sib groups, but also the greater family. There’s a taboo against unsibs breeding, though it’s not strictly enforced since the Mudwing government is pretty loose on societal control (maybe in some universe an early Mudwing queen had an amunis enchant the population so that unsibs maybe could produce viable eggs?)

-Bigwing eggs are typically laid and hatch about a month before their other sibs (to give them some time for the community to teach them the basics of being alive). They also come out of the egg more developed than their sibs.

-Hatchling mortality is pretty high in the first year (especially among “runty” members of sib groups). While later in life loss of a sib is seen as a tragedy, it’s typically no great surprise if one or two don’t survive the first few weeks (Clays sib group is seen as somewhat extraordinary due to the sib group mostly surviving all of dragonethood without a bigwings around).