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verydedaccount · 3 years

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Remade because someone said one old head canon I had was toxic, I did my own research and realized they were kinda right so REMADE ADDITION.

-Laurance is Latino and sometimes sings Spanish songs to Garroth to help him sleep

-Garroth (after everything that happened with Ein) wakes up at least once every night from nightmares and Laurance always does his best to calm him

-Laurance wakes up before Garroth and tends to make him coffee

-Laurance is typically reserved and quiet with his relationships but with his and Garroth's he's not, he's all "this is my boyfriend and if you don’t like it you can kiss my ass" and Garroth loves him for it

-Garroth is 6'2 and Laurance is 5'9 but Laurance is the tougher of the two (since he was part of the Shadow Knights and old habits die hard)

-Garroth has eaten flowers before and has almost eaten a pine cone, though Laurance was able to stop him from that (not based off of my friends and I, totally not *sips wine*)

-(sorta nsfw? it involves nudity but i don’t think it is) Laurance and Garroth have taken a bath together complete with tall scented candles and BUBBLES (cuz bubble bath)

-Laurance has a scar on the bridge of his nose that he refuses to talk about and Garroth liked putting kisses or cute band-aids/stickers on it

-Laurance grew his hair out just so he could sassy hair flip

-Garroth practices different hair styles on Laurance, usually resulting in chaotic disaster

-Garroth has VERY soft hair and Laurance loves to play with it

-Laurance is incredibly clingy in his sleep, either grabbing onto Garroth's abdomen or arms and Garroth thinks its adorable

-the two actually kept their relationship a secret for a month because of Aphmau and Nana. No explanation needed.

-Laurance likes how makeup looks but hates how it feels, but sometimes you might catch him with bright blue lipstick, or you'll catch Garroth with bright blue kiss marks all on his face

-Garroth has adorable face chub and sometimes Laurance just squeezes his cheeks with no context

-Cadenza told Garroth, point blank, "if you hurt him I will break your nose" and Garroth stared at her, blinked, and then said "if you get to me before I do then go ahead"

-Caleb, being like 5, doesn't fully understand Garroth and Laurance's relationship, he just knows that some people will treat them differently and he has defended them in public so much so that Laurance had to physically remove him before he got all three of them harassed

-Zane found out by walking in on the two of them bein all cuddly and cute. Instead of saying anything to anyone, he just gave them cocky, all knowing side glances to torment them until they were ready to come out with their relationship

-Laurance, having anger issues, will excuse himself from family dinners (his dad being homophobic and his mom trying to get him to, for lack of better words, NOT BE THAT-) and Garroth always joins him to make sure he's alright, comforting kisses and hugs ensue :3

-Laurance's mom makes Laurance and Garroth matching Christmas sweaters every. Fucking. Year. and Laurance and Garroth pretend to love them for her sake-

-when Zianna and Garte (Garroth's parents for those unaware) found out about their relationship, Garte was hesitant towards it until a conversation with Laurance ended with "anything you wanna say about us being together being wrong I've heard it all before so just save it. We don't need to hear it and Garroth shouldn't have to hear it." and Garte's response was just a concerned "oh lord-"

-Garroth was originally very self conscious and worried about their relationship, having been cheated on in the past, and Laurance allowed him to go through his phone for a bit until Garroth was comfortable with it (which only took about 2 weeks) and relaxed about it.

-Zianna's reaction to Garroth and Laurance's relationship was just "oh how lovely! My oldest is finally dating someone decent!"

-Garroth and Laurance are rarely found apart, usually one or the other is laying/sitting with/on the other

-Garroth and Laurance have tried baking before and after almost setting their kitchen on fire, the two decided to just leave the baking to Nana, Zane, and Aphmau

-whenever Laurance is out on errands he always gets himself and Garroth coffee, and sometimes even a cake-pop (those things are so fuckin good-)

-Zane is actually supportive of the relationship, but he'll insist that it's only because Laurance makes Garroth happy

-Laurance is very shy and anxious when telling waiters that his orders are wrong and, for a while, has just eaten it anyway. Whenever he and Garroth are out, however, Garroth always tells the waiters when they get his boyfriends order wrong in a very calm and respective tone (unlike some people-)

-Garroth loves cats and has cat themed pajamas and slippers, Laurance thinks its adorable

-Laurance hates sitting normally in chairs/on sofas, not for any particular reason, he just doesn't like it. Garroth, on the other hand, prefers sitting properly. This came to ahead when, at Garroth's first therapy appointment, the therapist came to collect Garroth and found Laurance sitting upside down and almost on the floor. Garroth just responded with "don't mind him" and Laurance said "whats up doc?"

-Garroth loves and spoils Caleb a little... a lot.

-Garroth has cute sweat shirts with paw prints or cute little lines where as Laurance's sweat shirts consists of skulls and horror movie characters like Chucky and Annabell

-Laurance has a huge fear of heights and Garroth had no idea until the two were stuck at the top of a Ferris wheel for 30 DAMN MINUTES and Laurance had a panic attack, complete with sobbing and clinging to Garroth. Garroth then promised that they would never go on the ride or rides like it again.

-Garroth loves to hold Laurance whenever he's asleep just because he looks adorable and peaceful

#garrance #garrence #ship #ship headcanons #ship prompt #aphmau ships #lgbt ships #gay #fictional gays #fictional lgbt #lgbt otp #lgbt fiction #lgbt headcanons #garroth x laurance #aphmau laurance #Laurance Zvhal #garroth ro'meave #garrothromave #aphmau garroth

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slasherscream · 3 years

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Hi I don’t know if you write for Thomas Hewitt or Vincent Sinclair but if you do you could you please make some headcanons about them and the other slashers like if they got into a fight with their s/o and how it would go, what it would be about, and how they would make up with their s/o please? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. But if you do then thank you so much!

fighting with the slashers

A/N: i do write for vincent (on a related note i also write for bo and maybe lester i haven’t tried him out yet)!

vincent sinclair

You didn’t stay put when Vincent told you to and you got hurt.

You hadn’t planned to leave. Until the sun started to go down and no one came back to the house to check up on you the way they so often do when there are visitors in town.

You are Ambrose’s second best kept secret. Alive because Vincent took one look at you and couldn’t bare to hurt you. And though Bo gripes about you he couldn’t tell Vincent no. Not when Bo saw the way Vincent held you behind him, head lowered but shoulders set, ready to actually fight him on something for once in their lives.

So you’re kept in the house when there are people around. Other than not being able to leave it’s your only real rule. Vincent wants you to have no part in the more grisly aspects of the town and Bo and Lester honor his wish.

But the town is dead silent and no one has come to check on you. Most times Lester even comes to stay with you like some sort of babysitter. It used to irritate you, despite your fondness for the youngest brother. Now without him there your hands shake, and your eyes wander, and your ears burn as if pumping extra blood there will make you hear better. But there’s nothing to be heard. No screams. No cries. No Bo shouting. No guns going off.

So you leave the house, searching for one of them. Instead you’re found by a survivor and held hostage in front of the twins.

You all stand still for a long while, the victim not knowing what to do and the boys unable to move due to the knife digging into your neck, already drawing blood.

Lester had been the one to save you, sneaking up behind your captor and stabbing them. You ran to Vincent on shaking legs and he gathered you into his arms, moving to take you back home. You could hear the screams of the man who’d almost killed you ringing through the streets behind you and shivered.

Vincent had cleaned your cut in silence and somehow had managed to barely touch you. Before you could blink he’d shut himself into his workshop and you were left alone until Bo came home and chewed you out.

You kept yourself busy cleaning and then prepared for bed, knowing it would be awhile before Vincent would come and join you. The sleep didn’t come easy as you were still shaken up, but eventually it came.

You woke in the middle of the night to an empty bed and realized that if you didn’t go to get him Vincent wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.

You walk drowsily through Ambrose’s underbelly, the smoldering heat not doing you any favors, until you arrive at Vincent’s workshop where he’s hunched over his desk, unmoving.

Not wanting to startle him you call his name quietly and you see his head tilt in acknowledgement but he doesn’t turn to look at you.

Slowly you move until your front is resting against his back, even slower your arms encircle him and you kiss his shoulder, feeling guilty at the tension laying dormant in them. “I’m sorry, Vince. I was just worried about you so... so I left the house. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I won’t do it again.”

He turns and there’s a pause, and then he moves his hands, fluid but slow. They’re shaking despite how strong you know they are. He tells you how he can’t lose you. How he loves you. He asks you to promise him that next time you’ll listen and you do, and you mean it.

It’s only then that he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. You think he’s crying behind his mask but you just hold him back equally as tight and whisper I’m sorry against his steady pulse.

pelle

He doesn’t like the company you keep.

He has a plan. He has a plan to take you away from this strange, uncaring world that doesn’t deserve you. That doesn’t love you or care about you. If he sticks to the plan everything will be so easy.

But sometimes Pelle loves you too much to bite his tongue.

He can see it clearly, your perfect future where he takes care of you, and his family takes care of you, and you let them do it, and you’re happier for it; but you don’t live in that perfect future, you live in the frigid, imperfect present.

Here you stay up late in the night to help a friend finish a term paper when last week they didn’t even call when you were sick. You gave a classmate your umbrella to borrow a month ago, and today you come back shaking from the rain because they never bothered to return it.

A thousand little kindnesses that the world outside the Hårga spit on.

He knows that all these moments of careless apathy towards you will only strengthen the draw you’ll feel when you finally meet his family.

You have the heart of a Hårga and he knows that you’ll feel that connection.

Still, the way the outside world, the way your friends and family slight you at every turn, makes his blood run hot. He’s never felt anger like this before. It is all consuming and yet he must stomach it alone.

And so his tongue is careless sometimes. He asks in tones that he shouldn’t use with you “you’re going out with them again?” and “but didn’t they-?” and still he is angry. The words do not ease the feelings because they do not fix the problem.

Pelle must lead you into the arms of his family and their way of life. He cannot push you. But he doesn’t know how not to take care of you.

He wants to beat away the leeches and moths that cling to your light and whisk you away to home where the sun will warm you with its love.

Your fights are gentle, and so you might never refer to them as fights when people ask you if you ever argue with Pelle.

There is no yelling, or balled fists, or the animal sensation of fight or flight. He leads you to sit down with him and holds your face in his hands. Unthinkingly you mimic the gesture and he smiles at you lovingly. One kiss and he tells you that he doesn’t like your friends. Another and he says that you deserve better, deserve the world.

You try to get a word in edgewise, to deny the claims he makes, to tell him that they really do care about you, but the words are smothered by his soft lips. He kisses you until your brain goes somewhere loved and numb. He slips your coat off of your shoulders and pulls you close. He keeps you there until you forget that you had anywhere to be besides his arms.

You and Pelle don’t fight.

chucky and tiffany

Tiffany is used to Chucky being a piece of shit. You are not.

Upside to fighting with Chucky is that Tiffany is immediately on your side, even if you’re in the wrong (I’m joking it’s always Chucky’s fault.)

Downside is that the whole house is now up in fucking chaos.

chucky: tiff where are my fucking keys?

tiffany: in hell! why don’t you go and grab them?

You appreciate her fighting spirit but she’s really going in on y’all’s man.

Which is not to say that Chucky doesn’t deserve it. Because he does deserve it, but you know from personal experience that being on Tiffany’s bad side is scary.

Why are you and Chucky fighting? Chucky is an insensitive asshole, and even the toughest skin isn’t bullet proof.

The aftermath of whatever Chucky did is a lot of sullen silence from you; the sounds of a knife chopping a little too loudly in the kitchen from Tiff; and loud bits of huffing and puffing from Chucky as he stomps around the house.

At first he thinks he can just wait out your anger until you start missing him. It used to work with Tiffany all the time!

But this relationship involves three people. You’re not so quick to get desperately lonely, especially if Tiffany isn’t the partner you’re fighting with. Do you miss Chucky? Sure. Do you miss him enough to let him be an asshole just to get some cuddle time in on the couch? As if! Tiffany is the better cuddler anyway.

The man child is going to have to say sorry and mean it.

Of course this means that your relationship is going be sans-Chucky for at least a week.

Tiffany reaches the breaking point before Chucky does. Obviously more in-tune with your feelings she can tell how much the fight is getting to you and no one messes with her sweetheart! Not even Chucky.

You’re going to hear her delicately clearing her throat, look up from your phone, and find Tiffany holding Chucky at fucking knife point.

tiffany: do you have anything to say, chucky?

chucky, trying to decide if he’ll let tiffany kill him just to prove a point: ....

tiffany: i’ll start with your dick-

chucky: i’m sorry! are you fucking hAPPY?!

You’re gonna be like no!!! I do not accept the apology you gave me under extreme duress! At which point you turn over in bed and pull the covers over your head.

You’ll hear rapid-fire whispering and then the bed dips behind you. A knee presses into your back, and kisses are pressed carelessly to where your head should be beneath the covers. Then, finally, the quietest “I didn’t mean it, doll.” as he pulls the blanket back in order to look at your face.

You’re stopped dead by the softness on his face. By the softness he let’s you see, even if it’s only for a moment. It might not be the words I’m sorry but it sounds like them. It sounds like an I miss you, as well.

When you drop your phone and throw your arms around his neck, touching him for the first time in a week, Chucky sighs in relief.

Not ten seconds passes before Tiffany has thrown herself over the both of you, suffocating you in her loving embrace. Just like that, balance is restored in the Lee Ray-Valentine household. For now.

#vincent sinclair x reader #chucky x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #pelle x reader #tiffany valentine x reader x chucky #slasher x reader #charles lee ray x reader #bride of chucky #house of wax #not my first thing for vincent being sad adjifjd #the juxtaposition between vincent's part of this post and the poly tiff and chucky part??#fill.

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Horror Villains And: Period Sex

oh that is the perfect gif I totally forgot all about it but oh boy. thanks billy for your service to this blog.

Warnings: Obviously, menstruation, blood, and smut. I’m dealing with a particularly uncomfortable period (for me at least) and just want some e m p a t h y about it.

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Who LOVES it:

Freddy Krueger: ABSO-MOTHER FUCKING-LUTELY. It’s a struggle to keep his hands off you (on a normal day) during your period. He can smell it.

Kieran Wilcox: yes please mommy, he’s waiting.

Luda Mae Hewitt: This is her secret kink.

Michael Myers: B l o o d p l a y? Any kind of bloodplay, Michael is into it. If you weren’t already bleeding, he would probably make you bleed, with his (Actual) knife.

Mickey Altieri: Bring it. Jesus christ, Mickey thinks its so hot. Getting his cock or his fingers coated in your slick and your blood (Seeing the string consistency between his fingers), seeing you in a total mess from your period and being fucked to oblivion? Oh yes.

Midnight Man: He just likes it. I dunno. I don’t have a logical reason, extension or explanation of my vibes here but I am getting them from him.

Patrick Bateman: Oh my god it is his favourite kind of sex. Yes yes yes. Please please please. He marks your cycle in his calendar, with special notes about flow and mood. Soon enough he’s figured out your whole period every week and knows exactly when the iron is hot enough to strike. Any w h e r e, any t i m e .

Both Pennywise’: Ooooh, watch their eyes glow and their hair get more luscious when you tell them. Their teeth get sharper and the whites of their eyes get whiter- they’re horny as fuck now. Be a good sport and give them a lil taste, won’t you? A smell at least? That, or have them trailing you like lost puppies for the rest of the week, and curling up to/around you as tightly as possible when you’re sleeping.

The Clown / Jeffrey Hawk / Kenneth Chase: Where else could he possibly go on this post, honestly.

The Man (Hush): Yep. He’s favourite time of month.

Who is like ‘a b s o l u t e l y n o t’:

Jerry Dandridge: Do I really need to comment? I mean, he can control himself being around you on your period, but you cannot let that blood smell hit the open air. Your controlled, classy vampire bf will disappear in an instant and will be replaced with… well, Evil.

Yeah no thanks:

Debbie Loomis: She’s not vehemently against it, but still… nah? Thanks for the offer tho. And it won’t happen when she’s on her period either, c e r t a I n l y not. Don’t even touch her when she’s on her period, jesus christ.

Jennifer Check: Yeah she just got a new manicure. Over her dead body will you stain her new French tips with your coochie blood. And if she puts her mouth down there, it might excited t o o much if you get what I mean and you will become a real snack.

Is indifferent towards it:

Bo Sinclair: You’re sure into him durin’ this time o’ month, aren’t you? Eh… whatever. Hop on. He’s happy to help his partner, especially if its in such a gratifying way! I mean he won’t buy you any fucking pads but he will do this and there’s Bo as a boyfriend for you.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: I mean sure? Blood doesn’t scare him and it is, in fact, a turn on for him of course so sure. Plus, you’re less likely to get pregnant at this time, which is great! Doesn’t see what the big deal is, here. (Although, weirdly, I see past Chucky from Curse to be very much in the next category)

Inkubus: It’s not even a big d e a l, man, its cool. He likes all kinds of sex. Go wild.

Jason Voorhees: Jason is basically ace in the way he conducts himself on a general basis but if it tuned out that he was interested in sex and/or was willing to do it with you, then some blood leaking out of your private parts because of some natural causes is not going to change his mind. Is this not normal??

Jedidiah Sawyer: ???Alright??? He wears a mask made of skin, your natural bodily functions are not going to scare him away. Besides, the knowledge that it could lessen menstrual pain for you is a nice bonus. He’s gotta take care of his family.

Roman Bridger: It’s really not a big deal to him. We’ll just put down a darker sheet, or some plastic. You both need this sometimes (Him for emotional support when he’s stressed, and you of course cuz you’re on your damn period) and a bit of blood is certainly not a deal breaker. Besides, he finds the easy thrusting to be nice and comfortable. Preferred sometimes, actually. Just some nice, lazy, relieving sex with your director boyfriend.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: A little bit a’ blood aint gonna turn me off, sugar. Don’t you worry bout that.

The Djinn: See Inkubus. Except, our dear Wishmaster is so much more of a tease about this.

Is enthusiastic when they learn that orgasms lessen period pain:

Bubba Sawyer: He doesn’t care about exposure to blood, obviously, and he doesn’t see it as gross at all but he was still concerned about whether that was safe during your… monthly thing… but once he found out that it could help you with cramps he got on board immediately! ^^

Lester Sinclair: Oh boy, well okay then, let’s give this a go then!!

Mayor Buckman: He knows the drill; Boone gets terrible cramps. Don’t worry, he’s got you.

Pamela Voorhees: Oh of course she’ll help you out when you’re hurting ^^

Stuart Lloyd: Well… don’t get him wrong, for sure there is the part where it helps you in a seriously uncomfortable time… but then there is also the fact that he is a lil bit of a secret freak and menstrual care is a good excuse for him. (So he also belongs in the first category ^^)

The Deathslinger / Caleb Quinn: Blood doesn’t bother him, and if it’ll give you a hand with yer monthly problem then you just need to ask him. You’ll be on the bench in the saloon with your thighs spread without a second thought, like asking for a glass of water. (Except of course Caleb’s a lot more hands on about the whole thing of course (; ) He’s happy to help.

The Huntress / Anna: Oh!! Really?? It’ll help? Okay, then, sunflower. Remove your pants. Let’s go !!

Vincent Sinclair: He’s just very supportive and helpful through all areas of your period. He doesn’t understand, but he can still be sympathetic and help the way you say would be good ^^

Is curious and will try:

Billy Loomis: Is really curious and excited to try it. I mean, he likes blood? He likes sex? And this is both those things?? Fun lubricant, yay.

Chop Top Sawyer: And when I say that he’ll try and I REALLY MEAN IT, MAN. Like, go big or go home. He’s going to eat you out at this time and he’ll end up really enjoying it. Buckle up babes, you’ve awoken something buried pretty damn s h a l l o w l y inside him.

Granny Boone: Similar to Chop Top except with him, you had to tell him you were on your period and all so it would be different and all, while with Boone she was the one sniffing it out and *cough* hunting you approaching you about trying it.

Jill Roberts: For the same reasons as Billy. Plus, she wants to be able to say ‘well I did it for you- you have to do it for me.’

Leslie Vernon: I mean, he’ll give anything a shot once. What’s the harm?

Piper Shaw: Same as Jill.

Stu Macher: Super enthusiastic to try!! XDD Just, like, dyed lube- right?

Is c a u t i o u s:

Carrie White: … periods have always been difficult for her… But she’s willing to give it a try as long as you’re willing to return the favour! ^^

Thomas Hewitt: Tell him, if whatever he does hurts you. He is very serious about this. He wants you to feel better, but he doesn’t really know this works and does not want you hurting in his vein attempt at making you feel better. So, please. Tell him how you’re feeling. He’ll get really good at making your cramps and discomfort go away.

They may take some convincing:

Drayton Sawyer: I mean, he’s of course not afraid of some blood but… uh… Well, I mean, he doesn’t really have a big, or even moderate sex drive in the first place so any sex of any kind takes some warming up to. Maybe if the stars aline and you catch him on a good day. Otherwise, he tells you to just suck it up.

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clown-bait · 5 years

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Monster family CH7 (Monster roommate AU)

WHEW now that I'm unemployed I can start updating this! Its been a while guys! I'm so excited for chapter 2 and the re-emergence of the IT fandom!

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The halls of Neibolt echoed with a long groan from its owner. That nasty drink didn't do that much to help the pounding in his head. Leech mentioned something about too much sugar and not enough water but frankly Pennywise was only half listening. He brought them home from her little shopping spree and was shoved out of her room before he could get any more comfort and attention from her. Which led him to his current position of being sprawled on his moth-eaten sofa with a large hand covering his throbbing temples.

"Well good afternoon sunshine!" The clown heard that raspy voice of his neighbor call to him from his kitchen. He could chase the demon out if he wanted to but he could also just play possum and hope Freddy would get bored and leave. "Aww look at the poor baby! So Jingles you spend the night on that couch?" Great. Chucky is with him. Pennywise grunted in response squeezing his eyelids shut. "It is rare that you see such an ancient being to learn a new lesson in this way." Dracula chuckled as he drifted into the room.

"You realize in a blink I could eviscerate every one of you?" Pennywise snarled

"You said that two days ago clown and no one's been disemboweled yet." Freddy laughed and plopped onto the couch next to the eldritch. "So that witch you lip-locked with last night... you get her number?"

"You have till the count of 3 to get away from me before I set you on fire."

"Wow and I thought you were bad without the hangover!"

"My guess is he's still in deep shit." The doll chuckled to himself as he leapt into a lay-z boy adjacent to the group.

"I'll have you know I am currently about to leave on a date doll." Pennywise arched an eyebrow in his tenant's direction.

"How do you score a date after that!?"

"Two words cabbage patch, big. dick." Freddy smirked and waved two claws at Chucky.

"I'm afraid to ask how you know that." The doll groaned

"I've been in his girlfriend's dreams what else do you think that little perv dreams about?"

"She dreams about me?" Penny glanced up suddenly interested. Dracula groaned pulling his top hat off his head to brush off dust that had fallen from the decayed ceiling.

"Why do I associate with you perverted degenerates. I was once a member of high society, I was a count!"

"Walachia doesn't even exist anymore Drac and you live in a two-bedroom apartment. You ain't above no one you and Jingles just dress frillier than the rest of us jack-offs." The dream demon grinned at Chucky's direction who cackled at the insult.

"Thank you?" The elder vampire scowled at the backhanded compliment and Pennywise huffed.

"I do not wear clothes I form my own."

Chucky stopped laughing and cringed "Why does that make me uncomfortable…"

Before Pennywise could answer a sharp bony elbow to the ribs from Freddy took the words from his mouth. He was clearly excited about something knowing him it was probably nothing good. This time though, the clown was pleasantly surprised.

"Speaking of outfit selections get a load of Fangs!" The dream demon shouted as Leech finally made her way downstairs. Pennywise stifled a rumble in his throat at the sight of her. She was so simply dressed, just a black sundress with sunflowers, but to him it was perfect.

"The fuck are you wearing bloodsucker, are those flowers?"

"None of you say anything." the vampire growled snatching a large brimmed hat

"Can I take pictures for black ma-"

Without warning, Freddy Kruger was swiftly picked up and casually thrown to the ground. His attacker stepped over him as if he didn't even exist as he made his way over to his mate.

"Beautiful." Pennywise purred carefully spinning her around. "You are beautiful."

"Pen you're gonna make me blush in front of everyone!"

"Good. Let them envy me and my perfect mate."

"Cocky bastard." She chuckled as her cheeks darkened anyway. Dracula stepped forward briskly eyeing her outfit with suspicion.

"You're going outside in that dear?" He chided her with a judgmental tone.

"Yeah dad it's warm out and I wanted to wear a damn sundress for once."

"You do realize you are vampire? Sunlight is not something we do well with."

"Yeah, no offense Fangs but didn't you pass out and light on fire last time you went outdoors without a full hoodie and pants?" Chucky arched an eyebrow at her as Freddy finally stood up.

"I didn't light on fire I just drained my energy and got a sunburn sheesh it took like a few hours anyway." Leech waved her hand at the group and made her way to a stair closet pulling out a parasol. "I got this thing too it'll be fine!"

"And you're not worried about this?" Chucky turned to his landlord who shifted his weight like an impatient child.

"You do not think I can keep my mate safe? You are a fool doll." The clown scoffed and began to play with the umbrella.

"This is why I keep havin’ nightmares about your crotch demons." The doll grumbled, "last people in the world who should be parents."

"Come on Pen it's still warm out and I've been wanting to try this for months now!" The nosferatu bravely grabbed her monsters arm and popped open the umbrella before disappearing.

"I'm not helping her when she burns herself this time." Freddy huffed and snatched his hat from the dusty floor.

Leech spun the umbrella impatiently in her fingers as she stood at the edge of a rock. The sky was finally turning orange and purple above them and she'd probably be able to drop the parasol all together. But not yet, she didn't feel ready to drop it yet. Inside her babies stirred to life at the feeling of fear from their host, suckling at it like hungry pups. The nosferatu groaned at the feeling of fatigue in her knees and the vertigo in her head. Her sudden dizziness had her nearly falling over till a firm wall of silk caught her a warm wet chin clicking softly into her head. "Don't be afraid." Her mate mumbled moving to soothe his brood. "They'll take too much."

"Is this the first time you've ever said that?" Leech chuckled at the irony. The laugh the clown let out vibrated against her back and he plucked her parasol from her hand spinning it in his fingers. "Yes, and hopefully the last."

"Don't take this the wrong way but its hard to be afraid when I'm with you." Leech mumbled putting her hand over the one that pressed against her stomach. She felt the growl of annoyance at her back and quickly backpedaled "Not that you're not scary, christ Pen chill. It's just hard to be terrified of someone you love so much." Wet fangs rubbed against her skull and hot bursts of air washed over her skin as he rubbed on her like a cat.

"You're lucky I love you back sweet thing." He growled in a mock threat. "Though I am still unaccustomed it.." he added and trailed off as if he were pondering the feeling. Pennywise didn't come-to till the cool skin of his mate left his arms and she stood at the edge of the lake at the bottom of the quarry. As much as he disliked feeling the scene in front of him felt like a dream. Her sunflower dress fell off her widened hips revealing a polka-dot bikini that hugged her curves in all the best ways. His golden eyes scanned up her legs over her back and shoulders taking in the sight as she idly twisted the umbrella in her hands. For thousands of years he mocked love as a weakness and he was right. He ached for her.

"God damn its cold" she complained taking her toe out of the water. "Hold this." Leech turned and handed the parasol off her drooling clown barley taking notice till he heard a splash followed by a loud curse.

"All right big guy your turn!" She shouted back to him and Pennywise quickly realized she had dove in without her sun protection.

"*Ahem*" the monster cleared his throat and pointed to her discarded parasol.

"Oh lighten up Pen it's almost past sunset anyway" Leech rolled her eyes and her clown scowled "If you want me to be safe you'll have to come in after me!" She grinned wide and floated onto her back. After a moment of silence she glanced back up to no clown standing on the shore. "Pen?" She asked standing on her tiptoes to stay afloat. A splash behind her made her smirk and turn around. Instead of a smiling painted face leech was met with a wall of teeth and a charging great white shark causing her to shriek in surprise. The beast snapped its jaws and crashed into the water disappearing in the murky depths. A pair of golden eyes and soaked red hair popped up in its place twinkling with delight. He was definitely smiling like an idiot under the surface. Leech held her stomach in pain as her babies sucked another hefty amount of her energy away and splashed her lover in the face weakly.

"Don't ever say I'm not scary." Her clown sneered down at her.

"Jackass." She hissed back.

"I thought you *ahem*" Pennywise cleared his throat and changed his voice to a caricature of his mate's "Loved me so much!"

"I don't sound like that." Leech growled through pain and took a bold step towards him. "And why did you keep the costume on?" Pennywise snatched her wrist and studied it before roughly grabbing the other and placing her hands on the on his chest.

"You wish me to take it off hmm?" He purred and moved her hand lower as the top half of the wet silk melted off him. "Not afraid of what lurks in the depths?" He rumbled and pressed her hand to his crotch.

"Oh my god you're such a perv!" The vampire hissed and squirmed but didn't fight when her eldritch pulled her closer.

"Yet you don't pull away~" he purred

"Look I didn't drag you out here just to fuck."

Pennywise growled in annoyance "I want my mate." He snarled

"Swim around with me first you needy bastard the sun's going down and I want to at least enjoy myself a bit before you wear me out." Leech drifted away from him back into deeper water.

"You'll enjoy yourself doing my activity more...." Her mate grumbled.

"If you want to put me in the mood faster Pennywhine, lose the clown pants!" She called to him floating on her back

Pennywise mocked her a bit and grumbled to himself as he tried to remember what male bathing costumes looked like. Stripes? He did like stripes. The clown snapped his fingers forming a red and white Victorian swimsuit around his body.

"The fuck is that? Prison PJs?" Leech yelled

"It's a swimming costume!"

"Well it does hug your ass nicely"

Pennywise cocked an eyebrow and dove underwater with the grace of a dolphin and under the surface he all but disappeared. Eldritch horror was definitely a well-earned title.

Something vicious and slimy wrapped around her ankle and before leech could make a sound she was pulled under meeting a glowing tooth-filled grin that could easily be mistaken for an angler fish's face. Her eyes narrowed and she shoved him only to have both her hands snatched in more tentacles that grew from the clown's shoulders and guided her arms around his neck. Pennywise's massive forehead bumped against her own and tiny glowing lights began to rise from the now blackened depths illuminating the lake in the twilight. Like slow dancing with Cthulhu. Leech thought to herself as they drifted under the surface rising with the lights which floated around them as they broke the surface. "Am I forgiven now?" Her eldritch purred as they floated further till they stood together on the surface of the water.

"Play some music and I'll consider it." Leech smiled and rested her head against him.

"Do you have something in mind?"

"Mm I'm too tired to tango"

"Something slow then," her clown said warmly as from somewhere a soft waltz played through the trees.

#pennywise #pennywise fanfiction #pennywise x oc #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfic #freddy krueger #Charles Lee Ray #monster roommate au

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thisishawkins · 5 years

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The Parting Glass

This is the follow-up to The Beautiful Ones. I didn’t expect to write this, it just kind of happened. Please, enjoy!

- K

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Of course, you did not expect to die in Teller-Morrow parking lot. But, you had a feeling, and stinging realization, really, that you'd die young.

After all, Teller deaths are early-onset and bloody.

Gemma was catatonic.

She was the last to arrive to the lot, tires screeching and leaving hot, black marks on the cement.

The sound rang in her ears when she spotted Jax clutching someone, his upper-half huddled over whoever it was. But, the white Cortez adorned feet gave it away.

Opie had tried to tell her it was you, but she had hung up the phone as soon as, “You need to come to the lot.”, left his mouth.

Her stomach dropped and her mind raced simultaneously, pushing her to book it out of her Cadillac, leaving the door wide open, and the headlights cast over the dark lot.

The ambulance was parked nearby, having already pronounced your status, but Jax wouldn’t let you go, at least until Gemma arrived.

She pushed through the guys, wishing that her eyes were deceiving her, that this was just another nightmare.

One of her children was holding the other, one moving and one not.

She couldn't recollect what happened after.

Out of all the things Jax had witnessed and done, this scared him the most: his mother in this barely responsive stupor.

She'd been in it since the ambulance took your body.

Her throat was still sore from her anguished yells and wails.

She sat at the head of her kitchen table, smoking the last of her morning blunt, the arm holding it balanced on the other as she stared off into space.

Jax just stood to her right, placing his keys on the countertop as he stared at his mother, tears building at the rims of his eyes.

“Ma.”, his voice broke.

He'd slept four or five hours, max, in the near two days since you'd passed.

Gemma didn't even react, her gaze still focused elsewhere.

Jax took a couple steps closer, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.

“Mom.”, he repeated just a touch louder.

She looked at him then, his face seeming like a beacon in the darkest of night.

She quickly stubbed the blunt out, still looking at her son, her only child left. A sad smile replaced her unreadable expression, and a tear crept down her cheek.

“Jackson.”, she replied gently.

She stood up from her chair, bringing him to her in a tight embrace, closing her eyes as she felt more tears coming.

Jax held her just as tight, a lone tear making its way down to his mouth.

He heaved suddenly, grief bunched up in his chest and sorrow in the back of his throat.

“We have to bury her.”, he told her.

Gemma slowly pulled away and looked at her son, seeing the pain in his eyes made her fragile heart crumble even more.

She nodded, “I know, baby, I know.”

Though Teller-Morrow was closed, Gemma was in the office anyway, grabbing a couple of photos of her three children that she had in the desk, pulling them out every once in awhile.

As she ducked down to look into the drawer, there was a distinct knock on the doorway between the office and the shop.

“Sorry to bother you, Gemma, but I have to give you this.”

Her head popped up then, her left hand pushing her bangs away from her vision.

Chucky held an envelope in his non-wooden hand, his eyes glassy as they spotted the broken-down state of Gemma, something that looked so foreign on the Queen of the Bikers.

Brows pulled together, she stood up from the office chair, stepping toward Chucky.

He gave her a small smile as he handed her the envelope.

Before she could say anything, he was gone, walking back through the garage.

She flipped it over in her hands to reveal one word on the front.

Mom

She immediately recognized the handwriting.

She snatched her glasses from the desk and placed them on the bridge of her nose, her eyes scanning the word over and over.

Slowly stepping toward and sitting down on the worn, plaid office couch, she passed her thumb over the inked words, as if memorizing their feeling.

Gemma opened it carefully, not wanting to ruin it, remembering that you always folded the tab in, never licked the stale glue to seal it because of the taste. A smile nearly made its way to her lips at the memory.

She slipped the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it.

Mom, it said in black, thin script.

If you're reading this, I've gone to wherever Thomas and Dad are.

Please do not get lost in your grief over me. That is easier said than done, but it will only ruin you and break the club more. And nobody wants that, especially me.

Although I've had my misgivings about this life, I know that I made the right choice by staying. There was no me without my family or the club.

I have to admit, this life has been good, despite our definite misfortunes. You, Dad and Clay built an empire, and raised us the best you could. The club is our family, even if it is messy, brutal, and completely insane. But, I'm glad it was my life, even if at times I told you that I wanted out.

However I left this world, I want you to focus on our love and what we had rather than what you've lost. Family is the only thing we have, you taught me that. So, cherish life as it is now. Love Jax, Tara, the boys, Opie, and the club more because I'm not there to do it.

Remember that time when you took Jax and I to Big Sur, when Dad was in Ireland? That was one of the best days of my life. Even though we were all still grieving over Thomas, I felt happy. Like I could still feel that even though we had already been through so much.

It made me realize that as long as I had my family, that my big brother and my mother were safe, everything would be okay.

So, in the end, you will be okay, too.

Thank you for always being the most strong and supportive mother that a daughter could ever ask for.

I will love you forever, and I will see you again.

Y/N

Gemma didn't want it to end, because she could hear it as if you were in the room with her.

So, she read it twice more, tears covering her all the while.

Before she could read it another time, she heard the rumbling of a bike.

Pushing herself up from the low perch of the couch, she walked up to the blinds, two polished fingers spreading two apart.

It was Clay, not Jax.

She watched as he gingerly got off of his bike.

He began to make his way towards the office, but he stopped, looking back.

She knew what had caught his attention.

The cement was still stained with your blood.

_________

Opie was at a loss, really.

Like with Donna’s death, he needed retribution. Revenge was the name that would haunt him, nothing else, and his dreams would be a plague on his mind until he retrieved it.

But, this was a different hurt, much deeper. It only made him feel worse, feel guilty. But, why?

Lyla had taken the kids to the park, giving Opie the time and space to cope.

But, he would never fully cope. Not him, not Jax, not Gemma, not anyone.

He was standing in the kitchen, nursing his third cup of coffee, and the house was silent, cold even.

There was a knock at the front door, and Opie immediately set his mug down before stocking over to the front door.

He jerked it open, revealing a small, twitchy man.

Chucky.

Brows pulled together, Opie grumbled, “What’re you doing here, Chucky?”

He opened his mouth then closed it, not really knowing how to begin.

Instead, Chucky settled with holding up an envelope.

Opie beckoned him with his hand, and Chucky handed it to him.

He looked down at its face, and it read in a familiar script.

Harry

Before he could ask Chucky, he was already pulling out of his driveway.

Opie barely remembered to close the door.

Leaning against the counter, next to his mug, he opened the envelope, unfolding the neatly folded contents.

Opie,

The front got your attention, didn’t it?

He smiled for once, thinking about the amused expression that had to have been on your face when writing that.

You know, thinking about when we started calling you ‘Opie’ makes my head spin. Feels like another world away, and it is.

Anyway, if you have this letter, it means I’m gone.

However I died, I hope it doesn’t leave wounds too deep. The club doesn’t need more baggage, more weakness.

I hope it’s not too much to ask a few things of you, considering the circumstances.

Look after Jax. I know that he can take of himself, but he’s much better when he has his brother on his side. That is asking a lot, with all the shit that has gone on, but whether you think so or not, he is on your side. Always has, always will be.

He is going to get reckless, we both know that. He’ll get lost in the pain and revenge. And whoever killed me, that’s exactly what they want. So, don’t let him, the club, feed into that. Don’t allow that hole in our family, our club, expose us to our enemies. You can avenge me, but try and do it quick, and get over it. The club has worse things to worry about.

So, please don’t go chasing my ghost.

You don’t deserve more pain, you carry around enough, so I’m sorry for putting this on you. I wish I could have helped you more than I could have. Truth is, Ope, I’ve been in love with you since I was nine years old. You’ve been my savior, my best friend. Don’t be mad that I never said anything. You’ve had Donna, and Lyla, and you need them. They make you happy. I couldn’t ruin that, even if you did feel the same.

Cherish Lyla and your kids. She’s good for you, and your kids need you.

And, once my death is settled, make Jax realize his place. He told you once - you can’t be half in, half out. So, he can’t either. Get rid of Clay, whether it be Mayhem or cutting him off. The club needs it.

Wish I had the chance to tell you this in person.

I love you.

Y/N

He placed the letter onto the counter, and his hands went into his hair before they covered his face.

Opie loved you, he knew that now.

He shook his head, hands still covering his now stinging eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”, he mumbled, voice breaking, “I love you, too.”

_________

Tara lowered Thomas into his crib, having just fallen asleep after over an hour of crying for Jax.

She was defeated, to say the least.

Not just with the boys, because they could sense that something was off.

Abel had even asked where his Aunt was, and if he could go visit her later.

Luckily, Jax was there to explain things as lightly as possible.

Though she'd witnessed and fixed many people in her career, she'd never been so scarred from failing to help you. And seeing Jax, Gemma, and the club in such a mess made her feel worse.

If she couldn't help you, or her family, what was she to do? Afterall, if it wasn't for her not having a weapon, you probably wouldn't be laying in the morgue at St. Thomas.

Although Jax didn't blame her, she had a feeling that Gemma might, which was a storm that she wasn't ready to endure.

“Alright, Abel, ready for a bedtime story?”, she asked him with a tired, gentle smile as she walked into his bedroom.

He sat up in his bed, with three books that he was silently picking through with a round of 'eenie-meenie-minie-mo’.

He finished before he nodded, hugging the chosen one to his tiny chest.

She sat on the edge of his bed, and Abel gave her the book.

“These are some nice choices, Abel. We've never read these before.”, Tara commented, eyes scanning over them.

“They are ones that Aunt Y/N gave to me.”, Abel's small voice replied, his mind remembering when she took him to buy them.

Tara gazed at him for a second, feeling tears prickle at the edges of her eyes, blinking them away.

“You're such a smart boy.”, she told him, heart clenching.

He beamed.

Tara began reading the book he picked, but near the end, he asked her, “When will I get to see Aunt Y/N, again?”

She stopped mid-sentence. It took Tara all that was left in her not to tear-up. Instead, she let out a small sigh, and shifted her eyes from the vibrant pages to Abel's blue, Teller eyes.

“Someday. She's gone away for a little while. Remember what Daddy said?”, she tenderly replied.

“She's with Grandpa.”, he responded.

“That’s right. And even though she's not here, she's still with you right here, okay?”, she said, pointing to his heart.

“Okay.”, Abel answered, a small frown slowly forming.

Tara finished the book, tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and walked toward the light-switch.

“Mommy?”, Abel asked, and Tara turned around.

“Can I write a letter to Aunt Y/N?”

Tara's heart sank, barely being able to smile, and nodded.

“You can tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay.”, he smiled.

“Good night.”, she told him.

“‘Night, Mommy.”

It was around 8:30, and it was nearly dark outside when Tara's phone rang. The caller ID said it was the office phone at the garage.

“Hello?”, she said, expecting Gemma or one of the guys to reply.

“Tara, it's Chucky.”

“Oh.”, she replied, surprised, “Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah, I mean, Jax and the guys are fine.”, he explained, “I just have something for you. From Y/N.”

Confused, she sputtered, “O-okay.”

“Is it alright if I bring it to you? I don't mean to intrude or-”

“Oh, no, no, it's fine.”, Tara told him. She was still confused, and a little worried.

“Okay, I'll be right over.”, he answered, not really knowing how to end the call.

Sensing this, she told him, “See you soon.”

Twelve minutes later, Chucky was at the front door.

Tara looked through the peep-hole before she answered, feeling the cold metal of the hand-pistol in her backside that Jax gave her.

She opened the door, and Chucky supplied his small, slightly uncomfortable smile that was normal for him.

He took something from his back pocket, and it revealed to be a single envelope that had Tara's name on its front.

Taking it in hand, she stated, “Thank you.”, meeting his anxious eyes.

He offered a quirk of a smile and a nod before making his way back to his car.

She shut the door, and turned all of the locks, brows pulled together and her mouth set into a small frown.

Stopping a second to make sure that Thomas wasn't crying, she continued on toward the kitchen table, taking a seat.

Tara glanced at the front once more before opening the creme envelope.

Tara,

If this has made its way to you, I am no longer with you.

I know we've had our differences, but I want you to know that I love you, and am glad that you are with Jax, the mother of my nephews, and my sister.

I cannot emphasize enough how important you are to our family and the club.

With that in mind, please decide on the life you want with us. I can except and completely understand your desire to leave and have Jax leave with you, but make that decision final. Do not keep switching sides. Either stay and replace Gemma, or leave and rebuild. If you don't make it clean-cut, it's going to be bloody.

And I do not want you to get hurt, especially because of the boys. They need you, and so does Jax and the club. And Gemma, whether she would ever admit that or not.

Tara mouth quirked up into a smile at that, allowing herself to cry.

I'm happy that we've grown closer, finally another woman other than my Mother to share the struggle of being amongst the sea of (stinky) men. God, have you smelt some of them lately?

Tara chuckled through her tears, feeling as if she was sitting across the table from you rather than reading your last words to her.

Anyway, you get my point. When the time comes, let the boys choose what they want. Imagine, Thomas a doctor and Abel an auto-mechanic/biker, or maybe even reversed.

I know that both you and Jax don't want this life for them. Truth be told, I don't either. But, I don't think we really have a choice in the matter.

Just take care of them, and my brother. Remember, all of us love them.

Good luck.

Love,

Y/N

By the end, Tara was pacing around the kitchen.

“Dammit, Y/N.”, she thought, carefully sliding the letter back into the envelope.

She wondered if anyone else had received letters, and when she would expect Jax home, in her arms and clean of the blood he was bound to be spilling.

___________

Needing something to do other than think about you and club business, Chibs was fixing up a bike that a retiree had brought in a few days ago.

He had just taken a break, failing to scrub away the oil and grease that had worked it way into the divots of his handprints, when Chucky walked into the garage.

“Aye, Chucky.”, Chibs greeted.

“Chibs.”, he nodded, “I-uh, need to give you this.”

He handed the letter to Chibs, and without a word, like with Gemma, he was gone.

Chibs's brown eyes studied the front of the envelope, which in thin, black script read Filip.

He opened it with care, hoping to not taint it too much with his soiled prints.

Chibby,

If this letter is in your Marlboro-loving hands,

He grinned at the comment, though sadness still evident in his eyes.

I am no longer here to steal more cigarettes from them.

The grin immediately disappeared.

I am so thankful for you, my Scotsman, one of the best men I've ever known.

Although Jax and Gemma are bound to get lost in their grief, despite me writing letters to them as well, you need not get lost in it, too. Focus on fixing the club rather than revenge. It'll blind everyone from what SAMCRO needs instead of giving it what it deserves.

I know you will do the right thing, not matter what it takes.

Whatever happens, make sure you and your family are safe, and that my family and the club are settled. You and Bobby are the only ones that I trust to do what is best for all of us.

Please, take care of them. Help Jax. We both love you so much.

I'll see you later, ready to share another smoke and a smile.

Love,

Y/N

A couple of tears met his salt and pepper goatee and jawline.

Filip Telford would always miss you.

___________

It was near one in the morning when Jax finally parked his bike into the lot.

It took a big part of him to not look at the stained cement, another permanent reminder that his little sister was dead.

He'd found some leads about who was responsible for your murder and why, the specks of blood on his Air-Force Ones were evidence of that.

Your wake was tomorrow, and it seemed like he was barely close to finding any answers. It drove him mad.

Your death was also a nail in the coffin to his fate. He was going to die bloody, too. After all, that's what Tellers do.

For once, he was the only one in the lot.

He strode into the clubhouse, going towards Church.

Turning the knob and opening the door, his eyes were already set on the gavel.

It and the reaper were bathing in moonlight, beckoning him over.

He didn't sit down at his throne. Instead, he looked from the moon to the gavel, tracing the gavel with his fingers, noting the way his rings caught the light, contemplating how life got to this.

Jax's blue eyes flickered to his seat. Something white sat on the black leather.

A letter.

His heart stopped at the all-too-familiar script written on the front.

Jax took it in hand, before going straight from the table to the bar, grabbing a beer.

Before he knew it, his hands and feet were climbing up the ladder to his favorite spot, the chirping of crickets accompanying his steps.

It wasn't until he had taken a sip of his beer that he opened the envelope and retrieved the letter.

Jax,

I'm gone, and I'm not coming back.

I know it's in our blood, but please do not get lost in the hatred, the revenge, the self-loathing. That's asking a lot, but I don't need you to die with me. Everyone needs you.

Dad didn't want this for us, and I know that he was right in wanting that. But honestly, who would we be without the club?

A smile full of sorrow crept onto his face, his eyes already glassy.

Once you've sought revenge, leave it at that. Get Clay out of the picture. I don't care if we still need him. We are all better cutting that tie.

Then, lead this path away from a bloody end. One of us has to make it out.

Get the club out of all of this mess. Whatever you have to do, do it, because someone else is going to die along with me if it continues.

I've been thinking about everything for awhile. What Dad did, his manuscript, what Mom and Clay have done, and what's in our hands. You and I have wanted out at some point, but we've always came back. Why? What is so alluring? The violence? The power? Is it fate?

Are we the good or the bad ones?

I wish I had these answers. If one of us did, life would be different, and much less gruesome.

I'm sorry that you and Tara didn't get the life you wanted together. You both deserve happiness. The boys deserve a future without all of this. But if fate is real, it has other plans.

If we had a choice in the matter, I'd be alive, right?

Do not make our parents mistakes. Set things right. I'm sorry that I'm not there to help you do that.

And, do not put my death on yourself, like I know you will. The weight you carry is unimaginable. I wish I would be there still to help lessen the burden.

Take care of our family, and our club.

I love you, big brother. I hope I won't see you soon.

Good luck,

Y/N

Jax wiped away the wetness that coated his face as he stuffed the letter into his kutte.

What would he do without you?

At that, his gaze landed on the bleak night sky, only a few stars blinking back him.

He stared at the biggest, closest one.

“Hi, little sis.”, he greeted aloud, a trembling smile making its way onto his exhausted face.

“I will.”, Jax told you, nodding, “I will.”

#my post #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa #masterlist #mine #enjoy punks!

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prettyfunkyunorganized · 7 years

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Halloween Daughter Series - Reaper!

Halloween is almost here, so have another post! This might be the last Halloween part of the Daughter Series since I work long hours the next seven days, but we shall see. This one is just over 1,500 words. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

More Daughter Series: Hanzo, Roadhog, McCree, Reaper, Soldier 76, Genji

More Halloween Daughter Series: Roadhog, McCree, Genji

Reaper was lounging casually on his favorite roof in the Talon complex – the western barracks, where the recruits who had killed or coerced their way out of grunt status were housed. He didn’t live in this shithole, but it had the best view of the sunset, and he was close to Sonya. While he didn’t like the idea of his daughter living in these cramped, shabby conditions, she was determined to climb through the ranks of Talon by herself. Both Reaper and Doomfist had pulled strings for her, but she would have none of it. The masked man had covered his tracks carefully, but Ogundimu had clearly used the whole thing as a ploy to get Sonya’s attention. Watching her snap at the massive man and snarl at him to stop treating her like some fragile little thing had been hilarious. She was fierce, and Reaper adored her for it.

It hadn’t taken long for Reaper to grow attached to his hija. He tried to fight it at first, thinking it would be better for them both if he kept his distance, but that only lasted about two days. She was so perfect. Her smile was devious, her laugh was rich, and her glare was cold. He couldn’t have dreamed up a more incredible girl. She made him happy for the first time in ages.

He loved her, so fucking much.

When Sonya had found out that Reaper was her father, she had hidden away from him for two days, and it had all but torn him apart. He thought he’d lost her and went gone on something of a tirade of murder in response. As soon as he came back, Sonya was waiting in the hangar bay to give him a hard time. They’d had a long talk after and worked everything out. The two of them weren’t exactly a happy little family yet, but the potential was there.

Tonight, Reaper was likely on his own. It was Halloween, and the others were headed into the city to raise hell. He’d gone with them last year and had somehow ended up playing party mom the whole time. Widowmaker was a sloppy drunk, Sombra was violent, and Doomfist kept wandering off and coming back with traffic cones. Longest. Night. Ever. This year, he was going to sit here alone, enjoying the night air with a few bottles of booze and his favorite old songs ringing in his ears to keep the memories at bay.

Or at least that was the plan, but then the door leading to the living quarters opened and he growled. Usually, this was enough to make the soldiers scuttle away, but the footsteps kept coming. Reaper grabbed one of his shotguns with a sigh.

“There’s my favorite grumpy guy,” Sonya said in a sing-song voice as she rounded the corner.

Reaper instantly lowered his weapon, “Sunshine? What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you,” she said moving to his side. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not,” he moved the tequila out of her way, “I figured you were heading into town soon.”

“Nah, the others left a few minutes ago, but I’m not going,” she said sitting on the ground next to him.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “I didn’t realize Halloween was coming up until it was basically already here, so I didn’t have a costume or anything. Just felt a little awkward.”

“How did you not realize it was almost Halloween,” he asked incredulously. Even though Reaper didn’t make costumes and decorate the base like he did when he was Gabe, he still got excited for the holiday.

“Well I never got to do Halloween as a kid, so I just kinda forget about it,” she shrugged.

Reaper scowled, “You didn’t do Halloween growing up?” She shook her head. “None of it?” She shook her head again. “You never dressed up or went trick-or-treating or watched scary movies while gorging yourself on candy?”

She laughed, “No, Reaper, I didn’t. I grew up in the Orphan’s Army. Oddly enough, creating wholesome childhood memories wasn’t high on the priority list.”

“Right,” he huffed angrily. He would never forgive himself for not providing Sonya with the loving home she dissevered.

“Maybe next year,” she said with a stretch, “I always thought the whole thing looked like fun.”

“You want to do Halloween,” he asked.

“Well, yeah, but I feel dumb just throwing something together at the last minute when all the others look like something out of a commercial. You see Sombra’s headpiece? That thing was awesome.”

Yes, Reaper had seen it, but he was not impressed – the thing still had hot glue strings hanging off it. Amateur. “Come on,” he said getting up and offering her a hand, “I’ll show you some real craftsmanship.”

She gave him a confused look.

“Trust me,” he insisted, and she let him pull her up with a smile.

Reaper, being a Talon forerunner, had a spacious and secluded suite he called home. He was not one for visitors, but the apartment was always tidy – partly because he didn’t own much and partly because Widowmaker had a habit of breaking into places when she was bored. He was glad there wasn’t anything too strange lying about when Sonya walked in.

“Shit,” she muttered, looking around, “maybe I should have let Ogunidmu give me a nice room.”

“It looks nice, but the walls are still paper thin, and the plumbing is temperamental,” Reaper grumbled. “In here,” he said gesturing to his room. He opened the doors to his giant closet and shoved his usual uniform aside, revealing a row of old costumes.

“Uh, Reaper,” Sonya said with wide eyes, “why do you have a bunch of costumes in your – ooou! Is that velvet?”

The delight on her face was adorable as she fawned over each get-up, marveling at them all.

“These are fantastic! Where did you get them,” she asked running her fingers over an intricately stitched mariachi jacket.

He was a bit worried to tell her the truth – sewing didn’t really fit with the rest of his persona, but he wasn’t about to lie to her. And he was proud of his work. “I made them,” he said trying to sound nonchalant.

“You made them,” she gaped. His stomach churned. “Reaper . . . that is amazing!”

He grinned behind his mask. “Which one is your favorite?”

“You’re gonna make me pick,” she whimpered, making him chuckle. “I mean,” she said staring at all the cowls and boots before her, “I’ve got to choose the plague doctor one – that green is so sickly, and the tattered cloak is really ominous.”

“You’ve got good taste,” Reaper said slipping the cape from its hanger. He draped the long piece of fabric over her back and adjusted the shoulder pads as much as he could. It fit her pretty well – not perfect, but she still looked thoroughly sinister.

Sonya took a step away from him and examined herself in the full-length mirror behind her. Reaper peeked over her shoulder as she draped the large hood over her head. He’d never seen her smile so wide. Of course she was happiest when dressed like something out of a horror film, she was his daughter.

“With your face all shrouded like that you look like – ” He stopped himself.

She looked back to him curiously. “I look like what?”

“Nothing,” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aw, come on, don’t leave me hanging like that,” she pouted. “Do I look bad?”

“No, no,” he said quickly. “You look great, Sonya.”

“Then what were you going to say,” she pressed.

He let out a rough cough, “I – uh – I was going to say you look like me.”

She turned back to the mirror and tilted her head. “I guess I do. All broad shoulders and darkened face . . . I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Reaper’s heart swelled, sending a shock of warmth through his cold, half-dead body. “You want to try another,” he asked.

“Sure!” She stayed still as he gently removed the cloak. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Que pasa, mija?”

“Would you ever consider making someone else a costume,” she hinted timidly.

“I was already planning on it.” She bounced excitedly on her heels. “Did you really think I’d say no?”

She shrugged shyly, “Maybe.”

“Sonya,” he said squeezing her arm, “Everyone else fears me and I revel in that fear, but you? I will always be on your side. Always. You are my Sunshine, after all.”

Sonya rolled her eyes and groaned at his cheesy joke, but her smile showed that she secretly approved. “Your only Sunshine?”

“Damn straight,” he smirked.

Before the night was over the two of them had planned out a pair of over the top ensembles for next year, eaten a whole bag of mini candies, and watched a handful of classic Halloween movies. She loved ‘The Shining’ and found ‘Chucky’ ridiculous.

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Secrets - SoA: Chapter 4

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 4: Normal day at the office Warnings: language, teasing A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, so SPOILERS Word Count: 2300 Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller @sam-samcro @tstieff @yourcroweater @kacilove26 @hiddlelove

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The ride to TM was short and quiet. You could feel a noticeable change in Chibs. You supposed it had to do with appearing professional and not like he’d spent the night with you in his bed. He pulled up to the office door to let you off and he went to his usual spot to park. It looked like you were the first ones to arrive. There were no other bikes in the lot and you were fairly certain that the MC were the only ones that worked at TM. You stood by the office door as you waited for Chibs to come over. “Dah’lin, are you going to need help with anything? I can get the prospects in to help,” he offered as he unlocked the door. He let you step inside after he glanced around the office interior. The boxes seemed less daunting than you’d remembered. “It depends on how well it’s all organized. If it’s all neat and tidy, you won’t even need me to go through it. If it’s a mess, I’m gonna need at least one person.” You opened one of the boxes marked “Inventory” and scanned the contents. There were some files that were in disarray, but not too bad. You checked the other boxes and that was when you’d made your decision. “One helper ought to do. This isn’t bad. It’s not a big mess, but it could be better. Do you have a way to scan these in to the computer? It would be better to have this all digital. Paper files are difficult to organize,” you asked. Chibs’ blank stare gave you all the answer you needed. Maybe you would need two people after all… “Okay. I’ll get started. I’ll figure it out,” you assured him. He looked relived for a moment and was going to start opening the shop, but you stopped him before he stepped out. “Hey, Chibs,” you called. He turned slightly and looked over his shoulder at you, “What do you want from me?” He let go of the handle and turned to you. “Wha’ do ya mean, lass?” Jesus, you felt like a school girl with a crush standing in front of him like that. “I mean the hot and cold from you. I may not understand what being “Bud’s daughter” fully means, but I’m a grown-ass woman with a mind of her own. I don’t have any hang-ups about you, could you just get over yours or let me be?” you asked. He didn’t want to let her be, but she was right. He did have shit to deal with. Buddy’s girl had no idea what she was stepping into. It wasn’t fair to keep it from her, but he didn’t know how to tell her. If he could just get through her being there, she would be on her way and he wouldn’t have to tell her. Starting something up with (Y|N), no matter how much he wanted to, was not the best idea in the world. If Marcus found out who she was, he wasn’t sure if he had the manpower to protect her. Marcus could hold a grudge and he needed to find him and talk to him. “I’ll talk wi’ ye about it later, love. First, I need to find someone,” he pleaded and went to look for Tig. When he stepped out of the office, Tig had just rolled up. He strode over to where the bikes were parked to talk to him. “Mornin’ Pres,” Tig greeted him. “Tig, I need you to stay here with (Y|N) today, watch over her, help her with whatever she needs, alright?” it was more of an order than a question. “Sure, Boss, where are you going to be?” he was curious. He sighed heavily, “I need to find Marcus.” Tig didn’t get off his bike, “Marcus? What the hell do you need to talk to him about?” “Bud and Marcus had history, I want to make sure it doesn’t come back on her,” he explained. Tig nodded in understanding, “You sure you want me to stay here?” “Aye, I’m sure,” he said warily. “Maybe get Chuckie over here to help her. Just make sure (Y|N) isn’t alone.”

You watched from the door as Chibs rolled away without a look back. You’d seen people act like that before. Tig was walking toward you as he talked on the phone. Your gaze didn’t leave Chibs until you couldn’t see him anymore, by then, Tig was done with his phone call. “Tell me he isn’t going to do something stupid,” you said not looking at Tig. “Oh, no. Chibs won’t, Happy will, but Chibs won’t,” Tig responded. “That doesn’t make me feel better, Tig,” you looked at him now. Tig put his hand on your shoulder to turn you back inside the office. “What are we doing today, sweetheart?” You chuckled, “A shitload of paperwork. You good at filing?” The deer-in-headlights look told you all you needed to know. “It’s okay, Tig, I can manage. Will Chibs be back sooner or later?” “No, no, honey, I’m here to help. Show me what you need me to do,” he said. Tig was surprisingly good help and was willing to take orders from you and that, to you, said a lot about him. He stopped every once in a while to comment on the names on the paperwork and would make up little stories. “Look at this one. Jacob Pringle. What the fuck. I bet he was one of those guys that went to church every Sunday and did freaky shit in bed as soon as he got home,” he’d said about one. “He probably has a ball gag and likes to be dominated,” you offered. “YAASSSSS! I knew there was something I liked about you!” You just chuckled and continued getting the box you were in back to alphabetical.

As it got closer to lunch time, you were starting to get antsy. Chibs wasn’t back yet and you hadn’t heard from him. You tried not to worry, but you did anyway. He’d been gone since you got to the shop and it was getting close to 12:30. You put your file back in the box and went to the door to stretch. The big building at the end of the property had caught your interest for the moment. “Tig, what happened to that building?” you asked. He looked up to see what you were looking at. “Oh, had a fire a few years ago. We’ve been trying to clean it out, but it’s slow.” “Gonna rebuild? What about insurance?” you were curious. Tig changed the subject. “I’m gonna give Chuckie a call. He knows this system better.” Tig pulled out his phone and made the call. Twenty minutes later, Chuckie came rolling up on a Vespa and it was all you could do not to giggle at the sight. “How the hell did you guys pick up Chuckie?” you asked. “We pick up strays,” he grinned, implying you were a stray, too. “He needed a place to fit in. Happened to be here.” Tig went into the garage to do the work he was supposed to be doing that day and Chuckie settled in. Being a former accountant, he explained everything to you in words that you understood rather than, “this thing goes with that thing and the other one is what goes here.” Chuckie had been working the majority of his days at Scoops so he didn’t have much time to help out at TM as he would have liked. He apologized to you more than once that you were having to clean up the paperwork. By the end of the day, you and Chuckie had gotten through three, very stuffed boxes and were getting ready to call it a day when Chibs finally came back. You grabbed your purse and met Chibs at the door.

His visit with Marcus wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. Thankfully, Marcus had been aware of Bud coming back when the club needed him and hadn’t sought retaliation. Relations between SAMCRO and the Mayans had been good over the last few years and neither Marcus nor Chibs was looking to ruin that. Diosa was doing well and both parties were pleased with the relationship. Though Robert was his brother, Marcus had long since put the mystery to rest, especially when he found out why Robert had ‘disappeared.’ It was Marcus who had told Chibs what happened all those years ago. “There will be no retaliation from me or my club. I’d rather it not got around…what he did. Robert got what he deserved.” He thought a moment, “Tell me, homes, is she like her pops or her crazy moms?” Marcus had encountered Debbie Teller only once and it had been memorable, to say the least. Chibs was sitting on his bike getting ready to leave. He thought a moment, “She’s quiet like her da and mostly like him, but watch out for Debbie. The lass has a mind all her own, though. Hard to pin down.” Marcus grinned at his business partner. “She gonna be at the party? I think I’d like to meet her.” The look on Chibs’ face made him quickly add, “Just for social reasons!” “Aye, I expect she’ll be there,” Chibs conceded, not entirely sure he could deliver, not entirely sure he wanted to. He started his motorcycle and made the long ride back to Charming. The story Marcus had told him was still fresh in his mind as he pulled into the lot at TM.

You know that feeling you get, the one where your stomach jitters when you see your crush? The one where your heart races, your skin flushes and you want to just stare at them? Chibs was sitting on his bike, taking off his gloves. You couldn’t tell if he was watching you the way you were watching him. His helmet was next, his hair being pulled up with the helmet until the helmet lost its hold and his silvery hair fell about his face. His body shifted to the left and he rose on his foot and swung his long leg over the back of the bike. You watched him still as he took a moment to stretch before bending over to put his helmet in the hard saddlebag. My God, he’s actually got an ass. Unlike most guys. He stood back up straight and made his way to where you stood. “E’rything go okay?” he asked, trying to sound casual. You squinted up at him, not just because the sun was shining in your eyes. He was hiding something. “Yeah, Chuckie is a trip, exhausting, but a trip,” you said. Just as the words came out of your mouth, Chuckie passed by you, “I accept that. See you tomorrow?” A half-smile touched your face and you nodded your head a little, watching Chuckie leave. “Did the chain get put back on your bike?” Chibs wanted to know. Since Tig had left, around lunch time, you hadn’t seen him. “I don’t know, actually. He said he had work to do.” Chibs was going to walk into the garage, but you stopped him, reaching up to take off his sunglasses. “Filip,” his given name sounded foreign coming out of your mouth, “where were you all day?” You held his folded sunglasses between your index and middle fingers, waiting for a response. He didn’t want to tell you, you could see that easily, but you’d made a pact with him, no lies, no matter what. “I went to see the president of another club,” he was doing his best to be honest. “What about?” you were wary now. He put his hand on the door jamb above your head and leaned in so close, you could feel his breath on your face. “You.” His mouth was teasingly close. All of this tension between the two of you was making you insane. You couldn’t look in his eyes, not when his lips were so close, daring you to close the distance. He raised his hand to your jaw, his finger tracing the line back to your ear then down the groove in your neck before his hand slid to the back of your neck, pushing your hair out of the way. He gently pulled you to him, your mouth meeting his. His hand on the door jamb dropped to pull you in tightly to his body, his other hand still on the back of your neck. You put one arm around his waist the other on his chest. His tongue grazed your lip and you answered by parting you lips. His tongue danced slowly, languidly, with yours. When he finally broke away from you, leaving you breathless and in shock, he didn’t say a word, he just took his sunglasses out of your hand, put them on then took your hand, pulling you along with him. He pulled you over to his bike and pointed at the seat. You took your helmet out of the saddlebag and got on the bike after Chibs. Still in a daze and anticipating what was going to happen at Chibs’ apartment, you didn’t notice half the garage was staring at you as you rode off the property.

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I’m gonna vent a little on here because I got some bad news and I’m sad 😞 & no one knows me personally on here. I’ll call this:

The Life of being a Drug Addicts Sister.

I have three brothers and they’re all on meth. Here’s a little backstory to kind of understand what’s going on now.

My dad married his first wife back when he was 28. They had three boys. The oldest is H, the middle one is G, and the youngest one is C. My dad and his wife had a house in Mexico and my dad would go back and forth from California to Mexico. His wife didn’t have papers, and it took a while to fix her papers. They eventually had their first born in Mexico, (H). When everything was all set for her to enter the U.S. they moved and found a home in California where my dad would work. Soon came their second child, (G). A few years later they had their last child, (C). My dad would work 6 days a week and 12 hours a day. His wife also worked but a part time job, so she can be home with the kids. I believe it was September 24th, early in the morning she unfortunately got into a car accident. She died instantly. She left behind her three babies at the ages of (H) 9 years old , (G) 6 years old, & (C) 2 year old. My dad eventually married my mom, and a year later they had me. Honestly, it was not easy for my mom. The kids (H & G) didn’t want my mom there, which is understandable. They knew who their mom was & didn’t want anyone else taking her spot. My mom had no intentions on ever taking her spot or making them call her mom or anything they didn’t want to do. They eventually warmed up to her. My mom raised them as best as she could & treated/loved them as if they were her own kids.

To be honest, I have the best momories with my three brothers. They NEVER made me feel any different because i had a different mom than them. I remember (C) taught me how to ride my bike without my training wheels but I crashed the first time because I didn’t know how to stop lol I remember (G) telling me funny stories one night because I had a nightmare & how to tie my shoes lol. I remember (H) taught me how to not take shit from anybody, to always stand up for myself. We would all play Pokémon ALL day. We would watch rugrats, spongebob, and rocketpower was our favorite. I remember being traumatized after I watched chucky and threw all my dolls away! Lol

My oldest brother (H) eventually started getting into trouble with the police at the age of 14. He had friends that weren’t the best influences, and they would go around town tagging on walls. Not gonna lie, my brothers graffiti was pretty sick. Lol but ever since then my parents have struggled with trying to get him into the right path. He eventually moved in with his girlfriend and had his apartment, a stable job, things were looking good for him.

My other brother (G), is or I should say was the smartest person I knew. He always had good comments from his teachers and always had straight A’s. He had a bright future ahead of him. He would give me and (C) the best advice for school, life, etc.

The youngest of the three (C), was not the best in school. I’d say he was street smart instead of book smart lol. We were the closest, probably because we were the closest in age. He also taught me to not take shit from anyone. They made me one tough cookie lol.

I grew up such a tomboy lol My brothers wouldn’t let me listen to what they would call “little bitch” music lol thanks to them I grew to love a genre of music that people would be surprised that I listen to now because I eventually became such a girly girl listening to fucken Taylor Swift & Justin Bieber lol.

I still remember the first incident that happened. I was 15 years old when I found out that the oldest (H) was smoking crystal. (H) had moved back home with us because it didn’t work out with the girlfriend he dad. I had just came home from cheer practice & I found (H) & (C) fighting because (H) was tweaking it at the house. I didn’t say anything to my parents because... I don’t know why I didn’t but I should have.. maybe things would be different. Ever since that day, little did I know my life would change forever. One year my parents, (C), & I went to Mexico in December. (C) decided he wanted to go to ATL with his moms sister because he got tired of living in California.

I remember crying and telling (H) to stop doing drugs. It was changing him to someone i didn’t even recognize. I thought that was the worst it would get. I look back now and laugh because it got so much worse. He got so bad sooo fast. He would hang out with his little tweaker friends and bring them to the house. He had this one friend AJ, that’s his real name; I’m telling y’all his real name because fuck him lol. He would STAYYYYY going to the house hella on one. My parents told him relentlessly that he ain’t welcome. Aj obviously doesn’t give a fuck because he kept going. My dad didn’t know what else to do, so he bought him a plane ticket to ATL so he can sober up while he was staying with his moms sister which (C) was also there. (C) eventually came back home because he was homesick, but (H) stayed over there. Let me tell y’all. (H) got sooooooo FAT, I was beyond happy because when he was home with us, he was nothing but bones. I thought it was going to be different, I thought he would change his life for the better. (H) eventually came back home also because he was also homesick. Not going to lie, I was skeptical because he was 2 years sober and I didn’t want him to go back to the way he was. He came back Nov. 29 and TWO weeks later... he started tweaking agian. My heart was shattered, I was completely let down.

During this time, (G) met a girl (X) and eventually they were unseparatable. (G) had a stable job, and (X) did too. They lived together in an apartment in the city. They first had a little fubaby that I adored and loved because my furbaby was his brother lol a little down the road (X) gave us the best news, she was pregnant! the first baby in the family! Little baby (P) was about 8 months when things started to spiral out of control.

At this point, (H) was out of his mind. He had literally first fought everyone at the house at this point including my dad, well besides my mom. I remember (G & C) literally fighting him for him to either stop doing drugs or to get the fuck out. This was in February 2017. The cops were called at least 4 times a week. Things obviously didn’t get better but (H) moved in with my dads sister so things were ok.

Here’s when things get weird.. (G) was being really weird, and paranoid. He always kept saying that people were out to get him. He was building this shed for my dad because he was going to school for construction and wanted to build something. He got really paranoid at work also, saying that they were plotting against him to get him fired. So he quit. He started building that shed full time now. He wouldn’t leave the house till like 3 am. Which my dad was really concerned. I also had a bad feeling, he had never ever acted that way. I should’ve seen the signs they were so clear and I’m my face.. I would find globies & baggies in his trailer where he kept his tools which he was the ONLY one that had keys to it. He would always blame (H) but I should’ve known.. I was in denial. (G) could not be smoking crystal, that would be ridiculous he knows better than that especially dealing with (H). The one thing I never thought would happen, happened. (G) was tweaking it too. Little after that, I found out (C) was too.

One day (G) & (C) & (H) & AJ we’re outside and I was inside with some friends. I hear yelling & I knew they were fighting. So went outside. (H) tried to stab (G) in the eye with scissors. If it wasn’t for (G) wearing glasses, he probably would’ve got stabbed. (G) pressed charges, and (H) was booked in jail. It’s sad to say but I was relieved. There was nights I would go out looking for him to come home. Some days I worried if he would even come back. (G) was wrongfully imprisoned because he was at a certain place at the wrong time. There was a robbery at a bar & (G) walked by & they assaulted him & robbed him too. (G) came home and our house got raided at 3 am because they thought (G) did it. He was in jail for about 2 weeks & was let out July 15. & guess what (H) was let out July 16. It was bittersweet to see (H). I have to be honest. My mom & I did go visit him in jail various times & gave him money so he can buy food because I felt bad because jail food does not sound appetizing. (H) was sober and I thought I was getting through to him. Literally a DAY later they started tweaking again. And once again I was let down, completely and utterly disappointed. (C) was changing dramatically as well. There’s things I’ve seen and heard that I will never forget. I’ve witnessed too many traumatizing situations. I’ve witnessed (G) trying to run over (C). They all changed from day to night so quickly. They all fought all the time. It hurt me so much because they were not the same loving brothers that I fondly remember. I tried so hard and far too many times to try to get them to change. The last fight I had got in was with (C). It tore me apart, it broke me. He said foul things to me but the one thing the ONE thing that pushed me over the edge.. “ I have no sister “ in that moment I couldn’t handle it anymore. My depression was at its worst and hearing that since we were so close destroyed my soul. I went into my room completely numb, just defeated. I overdosed on promethazine. I just wanted everything to be over at the moment. I didn’t want to feel the pain anymore. You know some people wake up from nightmares and realize it was just a dream.. well everyday I would wake up to my nightmare realizing it’s very real. I was transferred to a behavioral center from the hospital which was fucken traumatizing. I was there for 3 days, which were the longest days of my life. But I can say I learned a lot while I was there. I joke about it now, like fuckkkk I actually went to a behavioral center my life is fucken dope. but it all seriousness, for the people that are severely depressed, I recommend going to a center. There are therapist that talk to you on a daily basis & groups that you participate in that you can vent and share what brought you there. Sometimes it’s good to just talk to people that you don’t know who you are and no judgement from what you share. The first thing I did was eat Carl’s Jr. when I was released lol.

(G) was so far gone, he was a completely different person. He would ask us if we were ourselves and ask for our social security numbers to see if it was really us or if we were sent from the government to spy on him. He honestly resembled schizophrenic behavior. I will forever remember what (H) told me.. “HES JUST BEING CREATIVE” (X) put a restraining order on (G) because he was relentlessly harassing her at her home & didn’t want baby (P) to be near (G) because it’s honestly scary to be around someone like that. He violated the restraining order and was thankfully put in jail. During this time I no longer communicated with any of them. I decided that I needed a break from all the drama and sadness. So I bought a plane ticket to Mexico for October 15th. I didn’t tell anyone, besides my parents. (G) was let out October 3rd I believe. It was hard for me but I learned the hard way. I didn’t talk to (H, G, C). I didn’t want to go through the pain again. Because let’s be real. Once you get a taste of that drug and you get hooked on it, there’s not a question if you’ll ever go back on it.. it’s a matter of time WHEN you go back on it. I’m not saying all people can’t sober up from it but from MY experience they always go back.

So here we are December 27. I called (X) and she let me know (G) is back on it. I knew he would eventually but I wanted him to change his life for his daughters. (H, G, C) will never be the same, and I’ve accepted it. My parents, (X), friends, and I have tried numerous times to get them to change but they don’t want to. I learned the hard way that you can’t change people in who you want them to be. I always thought that it was because they lost their mother that they fell into drugs. I don’t know what it’s like to lose a parent, but I know I’m my heart their mother wouldn’t want this life for them.

As for me, I quit my job & I stopped going to school so I could stay home to protect my mother from them just in case they ever did anything. I stopped living my life because I was trying to save theirs. I’m going to try ONE last time to try to get them to go to rehab. But I have to start living my life, I’m 22 years old, I’m too young to be feeling like I’m 40. I’m putting them in Gods hands. Nothing is going to stop me from my plans and dreams. I’m going to work hard, so my parents won’t have to. They’ve been through enough. I am the one who is going to look after my parents when they get old. I can honestly say, this made me a stronger person. I’m no longer in that mentality where I wanted life to just end for me. Life is so beautiful & too precious to be sad. So here’s to 2018, nothing but smiles & happiness.

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Our First Christmas

Clare: wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him close. "Love you." She whispered. She felt validated, finally someone else thought those movies were awful and a stupid waste of time. "They won't miss me...accidentally throwing the bowl of popcorn into the air or spilling my soda on them." Clare chuckled. "I can, I always went for the big dramatic exits! Of course I regretted the decision after I fell and cut my hand. What's harder to believe is we went this long without having the horror movie talk." Obviously she'd realized they weren't Drew's favorite since he didn't push her to watch them. But it never really came up. "Aww, what do they know. You protect me. We can hide under the blanket together from now on. Your brother and Eli always had to push my limits too. I only like campy Halloween movies. Michael Myers and Chucky don't scare me." She shrugged. "Erika was scared. I don't know if that counts. She let me hug her too, and by let I mean it was her idea." Clare smiled. "Probably and she's welcome anytime. I'm on board with her staying here if Omar says no. We'd just have to be prepared for it to be temporary. Because if we get attached and they do find a family for her...there's nothing we can do about it. Right? I mean we're not licensed to foster and we can't rush into an adoption." She frowned deeply. Most people wanted babies not a four year old who'd spent most of her life in hospitals. "I hate that Erika knows the cancer is hurting her chances with some couples. She's been through hell." Clare bit her lip. Adam should be the best man. No matter who it was instead, he'd just be a stand in. "You can borrow my nephew for ring bearer." She offered. Clare didn't know if Drew had anyone in mind for that or not. But Thomas was going to be his nephew too. "The bridemaids have to be Darcy, Alli, and Jenna. Is three a good number? Or do I need more since one of them will be maid of honor?" She laughed knowing Alli would fight her sister for the title and she deserved it. "If Erika's here she can be a flower girl with Mary. I think Mary's too little to do it alone. We need to decide what time of year to get married. Then find out which dates are available." Clare smiled at Drew. She responded to the kiss and only pulled back a bit after to continue talking. "Is that so? At least let me try on one unless you think this is sexy?" She motioned to her Mrs. Claus costume. She gave him a surprised look at his question. "Yes and no. I ran out and I had the appointment so I missed a couple of pills. I haven't gotten it refilled yet because of the holidays. However, I wasn't going off them yet. If I got pregnant now...I guess we'd plan the wedding around the baby? Or if I get pregnant close to the wedding it won't matter. The problem is the inbetween..." Clare cut herself off and kissed Drew. They didn't have to worry about it tonight. She giggled because she'd planned on this room all along. It was where she'd hid the presents. Clare kissed Drew deeply and slid her hand underneath his shirt, caressing his skin. She worked on undoing his buttons and pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Clare fell back onto the bed still kissing kissing her fiance. She moaned softly as Drew kissed down her neck. She meticulously moved her hands all over his upper body. "We need to make love more often." Clare whispered, giggling softly. They did have sex a lot. Work just got in the way sometimes. She moved her hand down to his trousers, and started to tug at the zipper.

Drew: laughed when Clare mentioned "accidentally" spilling her popcorn and soda. "Bee never let me hold the popcorn for that reason, I would jump and spill it everywhere." he laughed a bit, then smiled when she mentioned them hiding together. "We can just invite them here if you want and the two of us can hide in a blanket fort. I don't do Chucky. Seen it at the age of 4, woke up with a Chucky doll in my bed and I freaked out. My uncle found out after and hid Chucky dolls everywhere. There were even robot Chuckys that chased me around the house. He's a robotics expert and it wasn't just me he did that with. It was all of us, my cousin Chelsie is 30 and still terrified of the dark and being alone because of him. We all hated his house, but we rioted against him when Adam entered the family. Adam had liked horror so he took the lead, we all followed. He showed us parts of Clockwork Orange and the Shining that we're really scary to teach us what to do and how to do it. I dressed as Alex from Clockwork Orange and my twin cousins dressed as the twins from the shining. We created our own torture chamber to get even with him. He now resides in a mental institute." he shrugged. "But I'm still afraid of Chucky." he stated honestly, he didn't think he'd ever get over that fear. Hearing Clare talk about Erika being scared caused Drew to smile. "That counts. In the hospital when she had to do something she was scared of such as needles, there was a nurse there when my mom or myself weren't there since she hugged us while getting it, she wouldn't hug the nurse she'd hug her bear instead. The fact that she chose you over her bear means something." he assured her. Hearing Clare talk about keeping Erika with them if Omar said no caused him to smile. "We could probably foster her, if Omar says no. If you like I can look into it and maybe meet with someone. The chances of her getting adopted are slim, sadly. Not many can afford to care for her like we can so we have that going for her, plus you survived cancer too which will help you bond with her as well as get them to let us foster her and if it comes down to it, adopt her in the future." he shrugged. "So get attached if you want, I'm already attached to her and she's already attached to my mom and I." he smiled and kissed her head. When she started to talk about their wedding, he smiled. "No three's perfect and tradition. Just make one your maid of honor and two bridesmaids. My best man is actually Adam. Chelsie said she'd make a life size cardboard cut out of him to stand besides me. She'll be a groomsman next to him and will hold the ring, after that is my cousin Charley. I haven't seen him in ages, but when he found out I needed a groomsman he called up and offered. He said he'll be here regardless of the wedding and will take time off work. He doesn't really take vacation time so he has months saved up and I would love Thomas to be my ring bear." he explained with a smile. When Clare mentioned lingerie, he smiled at her. "It's too time consuming. You'd have to put it on and then I'd take it off you, whereas I can already take off your Mrs. Clause costume." he smiled at her. He listened to her talk and kissed her when she kissed him. "What in between?" he asked between kisses knowing it confused him. His lips never left hers as she kissed him while undoing his shirt. His hands immediately going to the zipper on the back of her costume and undoing it just before she laid on the bed. He smiled breaking the kiss as he stood up and looked down at her. "This needs to go." he breathed as he started to remove her clothing, then kissed her more. "We do need to make love more often and in more places." he smiled and started to kiss down her body. His lips moved from her neck to her voluptuous breasts and he circled his tongue around her nipple while his hand made its way between her legs and over the fabric of her panties.

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clown-bait · 5 years

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Monster Family (Monster Roommate AU) Ch4

Pennywise agrees to hang out with his mate and gets LIT in an Applebees. Believe it or not this chapter is semi based on personal experience. I'll let everyone decide what part that might be.

CH4 LIT

“Oh great she brought the ball and chain.” Freddy groaned as his friend walked through the doors of the only with a bar in town the three of them weren't banned from. Trailing behind her a very uncomfortable Robert Gray groaned in annoyance when he realized they were in a family restaurant.

“Peachy there are children here!” he hissed in annoyance as the scent of delicious screaming baby assaulted his nose from the dining area.

“If I can control my self in an arcade full of street fighter virgins you can handle being in an Applebees for a couple hours. Besides we can't go to any regular bars since we have to pass Chucky off as Freddy’s kid.”

Pennywise huffed in annoyance at the mention of his tenant. “Then we could do this at our own home. You cant even partake in this anyway.” he grumbled

“Pen the point of going out is that it prevents me from getting stir crazy and doing something to piss you off again out of boredom. You better get used to atmospheres like this anyway with kids on the way.”

“I won't be bringing them to cesspits of noise and grease such as this.”

“Then you're sure in for a surprise Jingles havin’ kids is just traveling from one cesspit to another!” Chucky laughed in his booster seat while pouring another colorful mixed drink into his sippy cup.

“The fact that you've gone this far for entertainment is pathetic.” the eldritch spat as his tennant flipped him off. “Does your wife know you've started stooping so low as to play baby just to enjoy a night out?”

“Does your’s know you've been sniffin’ her panties while she’s at work like a creep?”

Leech deadpanned as she sat down “Hi Chuck I’m literally right here, also Pen that's gross.”

“Says the woman who fucked a spider.” Pennywise grunted as he tested one of the colorful drinks on the table.

Freddy groaned and took a deep drink “Aaaaand this is why we don't let you bring him.”

“Yeah Fred you're one to talk, pretty sure this whole Chris rebound thing you're going through has led to some weird rendezvous. The Bye-Bye Man comes to mind-” the vampire sneered and a clawed hand was shoved across her face.

“SHH don’t fucking say his name! Fuck now he’s gonna find me and ask why I haven’t called.”

Leech continued to tease the dream demon as her disguised clown began his second "hurricane". At least the drinks were sweet and he was able to quell some of the hunger within him with the sugary alcoholic beverages. Leech glanced over at her mate noticing the nearly empty glass.

"Woah slow down there tiger I know you’re large but that's gonna hit you fast"

"Peachy Pie I’m not human do not worry for me. Instead continue insulting Krueger I was enjoying that."

"You're my ride home you better be able to teleport while drunk."

"I’m fiiinneee"

"That response alone is suddenly filling me with so many regrets." she groaned.

"Lighten up Fangs they water the drinks down anyway." Freddy rolled his eyes and flagged down their waitress for another round of drinks. Robert let out a loud hiccup and giggled as Chucky silently observed with interest. Several moments later the eldritch began to sway slightly, barely hearing the conversation anymore and instead letting a literal wandering eye drift around the room hungrily resting on potential targets.

"Jingles is drunk" Freddy nonchalantly grunted.

"Are you shitting me?" Leech growled and glanced over to her mate who seemed normal until he turned to her his cheek split open at the side revealing a fang filled maw underneath.

"Yeess?" the eldritch attempted a suave look on his out of control face and tapped too many fingers over his chin as his hooded eyes drifted apart.

"Jesus fuck Pen control yourself."

"Im aaaaallways in control darling." He purred getting all the way into her personal space as drool fell from from his lips and onto her shirt.

"Oh my god its like owning a fucking mastiff with you sometimes." Leech groaned and playfully shoved him away despite his persistent growls and chitters against her skin. “Put the teeth away honey you're in public”

“Get a damn room.” Chucky yelled and the eldritch's head snapped in his direction roaring horribly in annoyance.

“Fangs uh he's really becoming a problem someone is gonna notice this.”

“Its weird that he got fucked up so fast, he only had two watered down drinks.” Chucky said as he studied the disguised clown.

“You're right give me your water” Leech hastily grabbed the clear liquid in front of the dream demon and tipped it against her mate’s lips. Freddy moved to stop her but stopped when Robert Gray’s face opened unnaturally wide to dump the liquid down in one gulp.

“FANGS! That was pure vodka.” Freddy yelled.

“Why the FUCK do you have a cup full of vodka?”

“Why the fuck not?” he growled and popped a small chocolate into his mouth. The eldritch stopped his swaying and stitched his face back together the room becoming much more clear as his eyes aligned once more.

“Who tried to poison me?” Robert groaned rubbing his temples completely sober. Freddy and Leech both stared at him dumbfounded. “HOW?!” they both shouted. Robert cocked an eyebrow.

“Belief.” he said simply and plucked a chocolate from Freddy's hand plopping it into his mouth. “I function on belief and imagination. I am serious about the poisoning which of you was it?”

“So what you're telling me is if I believe that apple juice could make you shitfaced it’ll happen.” Chucky smirked.

Robert sighed in annoyance knowing his three companions well enough now that his question will never be answered. “In a way yes.”

“Don't even try it Chuck.” Leech snarled but stopped when she felt her mate’s hand on her shoulder.

“Tricks will not work he has to absolutely believe it will happen.”

Freddy finally spoke up waving a gloved hand to get their attention “Uh guys….What happens if I believed that there were some pretty interesting party drugs in that candy.”

The vampire and the eldritch both froze.

“Please tell me you didn't.” Leech grabbed her friends stripped sweater

“I did.”

Chucky sighed and took a long sip of his drink “We’re gonna get banned from fucking Applebees.”

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Pennywise had blinked and suddenly he was no longer at the restaurant. There was music that was loud and pulsing and sweaty bodies bumped into him from all sides. How did he get here? His limbs felt like jelly and he was holding some type of weird blue beverage. He took a large gulp of it to sooth the dryness in his throat and made his way back to the red lights that must be the bar. Despite being disoriented he did feel good, giggly even. He hadn't even realized his human disguise was part-way to “clown mode”, his face baring his trademark makeup, but he did notice that the other people around him were dancing he should probably as well. He needed to blend in after all. So he began to sway and move to the music leaping through the air dramatically like an acrobat. It felt like a full 27 years had passed as he performed but if he stopped the illusion would be ruined. Thus he had to keep dancing. As he swayed and stumbled in euphoria he bumped into the first face he had recognized in this new location who nearly fell from the weight of the cross faded eldritch colliding with his spindly frame. “Holy shit Jingles there you are!”

“Krueger!” the clown nearly shouted and pirouetted with the grace of a ballet dancer.

“Have you been drinking more?”

“I found a pretty blue drink on a tray! Pretty and sweet!”

“You're a riot Jingles.” the dream demon laughed “Who'd have thought you'd have it in you to steal drinks.”

More of the clown's human disguise melted and he giggled uncontrollably grabbing the dream demon into a back breaking hug.

“Pennywise is glad to see you my friend yes he iss! I was so lost in this strange new place!”

“This is the cenobites nightclub idiot also put me down jesus!”

“Mmmm but you are warm and small!”

“Save it for your girlfriend bozo.” Freddy shoved his tall drugged companion back and straightened himself.

“Peachy!? She's here?"

"Man you really are messed up. She's the one who dragged your ass here after you nearly mauled someone at Applebees. Said it was my fault and put me on babysitting duty."

The clown dramatically tapped his wet chin then grinned wide with an idea

"Krueger I wish to dance with my mate fetch her for me!" He growled puffing out his chest in a display of cockiness.

"What do I look like your servant?"

"........are you not?"

"Fetch your own woman.” Freddy grunted and left deciding the nosferatu could deal with her beloved man child herself.

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Leech sat in a private room her housemate in a stolen booster seat beside her chains hung from the ceiling as a high stakes poker game took place below. The vampire ripped off her sunglasses in annoyance.

"Seriously Pinhead turn some fucking lights on in here."

"You are the one insisting on wearing eye protection indoors."

"Its a bluffing tactic!"

"Fangs no one actually wears sun glasses outside league games except for assholes like you and Krueger."

The nosferatu snarled and ripped her glasses off. "If I lose I'm blaming all of you."

"Learn to lie better trashpire. I fold." Chucky sat back in his booster seat taking a drag off a joint much to Leech's annoyance.

"You've been folding a lot. Also Chuck, pregnant stop smoking."

"Fangs we're playing against a goat and a guy with no eyebrows. I don't think either of them has ever made an expression other than neutral in their immortal lives." The doll grumbled snuffing the joint out and putting it back in his front pocket. He turned to the growing bump under his friends shirt "Take note kids uncle Chucky is doing this for you now so you wont eat me later."

Leech rolled her eyes at him "I raise."

"You have nothing left to bet idiot." The doll shouted and Pinhead smiled at his cloven hooved companion.

"Nothing physical."

The vampire cocked her eyebrow with interest a low purr formed in her throat "Are we raising the stakes?"

"Fangs, Jingles will kill me if-" the doll was cut off quickly by a cold pale hand to his mouth.

"Quiet Chatty Cathy. Continue."

"I have a very lovely crock pot, stainless steel 4 different settings, no stick. All you have to wager is a simple IOU." The dark furred goat hissed into the air like a whisper.

"Why the hell would a vampire need a crock-"

"DEAL!" Leech slammed her fist on the table fangs gleaming in her wide smile. Chucky gasped like a fish in protest. The large black goat let out a horrible guttural hiss.

"Shake her hand hell priest and the game will continue."

"Sire I believe that crock-pot was the one you borrowed from me-"

"SHAKE HER HAND"

Leech grabbed Pinhead's hand before anything else could be said. "You have no idea how much blood pudding I'm going to make with that thing."

"Well this definitely won't come bite all of us in the ass later." Chucky sighed and slumped back in his booster seat.

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Pennywise felt amazing. Lights flashed all around him as people brushed against him from all sides. Normally this would repulse him but tonight touch felt good and the loud noise vibrated his form's bones making his muscles tingle. A woman touched his arm and his skin melted from the feeling. Why was he here again? Someone he was looking for, someone he actually liked. Then there she was, in her messy platinum wig bobbing in the ebb and flow of the dance floor. He felt his body tingle with excitement and he pushed other monstrous creatures out of his way to get to his precious queen. "Hiya gorgeous~" he purred his usual greeting to her and pulled her to him kissing her deeply. He felt like the most romantic suave person in the room and Leech felt amazing against him. Her lips were warm and soft she smelled of fresh flowers sending tingles up his spine. Then the moment was broken when a voice that definitely was not his mate's came out of her mouth and the intoxicated Pennywise realized the person he just passionately kissed was not the mother of his children. He realized it a second time when an icy cold claw pulled him back and broke his cherry red nose.

I think he might be in trouble.

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clown-bait · 6 years

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29 Neibolt St (Monster Roommate AU) CH16

Fluff incoming! So two new characters are showing up in this short little chapter! And Pennywise finally takes his first bath in decades. Wow what an accomplishment!

CHAPTER 16

Uncle Ashley

“Look its a long story I just want to take care of my stab wounds first.” Leech was still in Penny’s arms clutching his silk costume

“Why are you nearly naked?” Freddy asked raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up Kruger.” Penny growled.

“Hey Fred you gonna introduce me to the bald babe and the uh… circus freak?” came a strangers voice it was gruff and cocky.

“Ah shit of course you'd have someone here when I'm half nude and bleeding out.” Leech lolled her head back.

“It's not a bad look doll face!” the stranger came into the room now he was roguishly handsome with a large chin and a missing hand.

Pennywise growled at the stranger. “Back off human”

“What are ya gonna do Bozo, throw a pie in my face?”

Pennywise stepped forward to stare down the human. “Now now boys. Im flattered really but Pen are you forgetting that my leg is currently leaking all over the floor.” Penny grumbled and moved to set her down on the couch the movement causing her to feel light headed.

“So what exactly happened?” Chucky asked

“Um well Leech finally killed a guy…. which was beautiful… attacked me and the servant….and……”

“And then what?” the gang looked on in anticipation.

“I…we…” the clown blushed a bit

“Wow and here I thought I was depraved. Really putting the freak in circus freak ey Bozo?”the human cringed.

“That’s Pennywise to you human. ANYWAY we got into an argument Leech did something stupid”

“You accidentally told her you loved her didn't you” Freddy sneered.

“I- NO “

“He totally did” Leech said weakly from the couch.

“LEECH”

“I still cant see why you wont say it. Everyone knows at this point.” Chucky rolled his eyes

“I am a eldritch creature from the macroverse I don't love”

“Don't make the same mistake I did kid”

“Why is everyone calling me kid I'm older than humanity its self.”

“Because you’re being a bitch” came Leech’s weak voice from the couch.

“You're lucky you're injured darling.”

Leech tried to laugh but ended up wincing and coughing in pain. “I don't have sympathy for you” Pennywise glared down at her.

“Bring me some juice Pen” she reached out a shaky hand still coughing.

“Do I look like your care taker?”

“If you love me you'll bring me some” she looked at him weakly while pouting

The clown sighed and walked into the kitchen. “You're the best!” she called after him blowing a kiss which he caught and proceeded to throw into the blender.

“So wait he did this to you?” the human asked.

“Nah this was from those kandarian guys.” Leech was struggling to talk wheezing more and more.

“Ah our mutual friends fan fucking tacstic.”

“Fred who is this guy?”

“Names Ash, S-Mart employee by day demon killer by night.” he took Leech’s hand and kissed it. “heard you had a problem with a book, my book, came to get it back.”

Pennywise returned and handed her a pitcher flashing his fangs and growling protectively at the human. Leech drained the container violently making inhuman growls and moans the whole time.

“I uh take it she's not….”

“No. She is one of mine.” Dracula spoke up from the door as he and Jim entered the room.

“JIMBO! GET OVER HERE” leech shouted relieved to see her servant in one piece.

“Master you're injured can you not make things worse” she was crushing him in a headlock before finally letting him go. Jim looked up at Penny and nodded.

“Jim.”

“Clown.”

They caught everyone up on the story, Pennywise leaving out the part as to why Leech was mad at him in the first place. “So what are our options here?” asked Chucky

“We need the book. Who ever has it is probably responsible for this.”

“Didn't you lose it? Doesn't that make you responsible?”

“I didn't lose it ok it was stolen.”

“When did you realize that?”

“Three hours ago.”

“Ash this shits been going on for days.”

They discussed their options. Finally deciding to split up in the morning to ask around town if anyone else was having trouble with deadites. Leech was forced to stay back due to her still healing despite her protests. She could barely walk but she hated feeling useless like this. When all was said and done everyone began to leave to go about their business.

“So I'm going to die now aren't I.” the younger vampire turned to her mentor.

“It is the final step child.”

“You guys will… be there when I… you know, kick it right? We may be dysfunctional as fuck but I consider you guys family. Most of you. *cough* Freddy…”

“My dear you're the deadbeat daughter I never had I will be there” Dracula smiled.

“Don't worry sweetie well stick around wont we?” Tiffany said from the stairs.

The other monsters smiled and nodded it was the least they could do for her, after all they were family now.

“Penny?” Leech turned to the clown who had yet to say something.

“Uh…sure.. I guess…”

“That’s your response?” Dracula glared at Pennywise.

“Get off my back old man.”

“You're older than me.”

“SO YOU ADMIT IT!” Pennywise shot up excitedly.

“Wow hey dying here, dealing with some deep existential crisis shit” Leech waved her arms around.

“Stop being so needy.” Penny pushed her hand away.

“Says the guy who knocked an entire stack of books off my shelf so I’d pay attention to him.”

“It worked though.” he gave her a teasing smile.

“So you’re going to stay then?”

“Don't have much of a choice.” he grabbed her hand squeezing it and giving her a quick grin before anyone else could see.

“So, when are we going to do this?” Leech asked.

“We could do it now…” Freddy suggested.

“Not a good idea”

“Explain Williams.” the younger vampire demanded.

“You leave an empty vessel for those things to take and well have to put you down permanently.”

“So what you're saying is I'm stuck.”

“Basically.”

Leech put her head in her hand and pulled it down her face “shit.”

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Leech awoke in her bed, every inch of her body ached and stung. It also didn't help that Church the cat had decided to sleep on top of her. Its like the undead feline knew her ribs were still healing and he did it just to spite her.

“Church you evil asshole! You never let me pet you then you pull this shit? No wonder you and Penny get along so well.” the cat began kneeding her chest for extra insult to injury. Just as she reached out to FINALLY pet the undead feline Penny came in with a glass of blood for her. Church woke up hissed and trotted over to him. “REALLY? I was just about to finally win him over”

Pennywise chuckled walking over to her, Church rubbing against his legs purring. “Here drink, don't say I never do anything nice for you.”

She sighed and took the glass struggling to hoist herself up. “Did everyone leave?” she asked taking a sip. “Some of us are still here. Keeping watch.” He replied.

“Come sit with me?”

“I have things to do.”

“Please Pen? I need it.”

“Will this make you heal faster?” he sighed.

“No. I just like annoying you.”

“You do a great job of it” he grumbled and flopped on the other side of the bed arms folded.

She finished her glass and leaned against him nuzzling his bells so they jingled against her nose. “Stop that.” He glared and shrunk down lower onto the bed. She responded by playing with his hair wrapping a finger behind his ear and massaging it.

“Cut it out” he growled while leaning into the touch

“Uh huh, sure Pen.” the vampire kept going ignoring the clowns empty protest, moving her hand to the back of his head. She made her fingers into claws and used them like a wire head massager. Pennywise tilted his head back.

“The door is open someone will see.” he was groaning and purring loudly drooling more than usual

“What? You embarrassed someone will hear you actually enjoy yourself?”

The clown was melting into the touches.

“You're injured and yet you still find ways to torture me.”

“I know you poor thing having to endure relaxing head massages”

“I suffer so much” he smiled in delight still purring.

Dracula eventually floated into the room followed by Jim who was carrying fresh bandages for Leech’s leg wound. They both stopped when they heard the content sounds rumbling from Pennywise who was now leaning his head against Leech as she ran her claws through his hair.

“Ah apprentice! You are finally awa-……Clown? Are you purring?”

“N-NO!” Penny jumped off the bed.

“Do you uh want us to come back later?” Jim asked amused.

“IM NOT PURRING IT WAS THE CAT”

“The cat just ran down the stairs.” Dracula gave him a smug grin.

“IM NOT PURRING”

“We shall return later don't get carried away now love birds!”they backed out of the room. Penny crashed onto the bed face first groaning. After a couple seconds he picked up Leech’s hand and placed it back on the back of his head, she snorted and continued the massage hearing the soft purr begin again.

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Leech had been texting Tiffany frustrated that she couldn't be out looking for whoever had the book. She had been sitting alone all day and the guilt was consuming her. She wished Penny was still here, as annoying as he was. He had gone out to stock up his pantry more knowing that he'd need the nourishment when they eventually have to clear the sewer.

The young vampire decided to at least try to take a bath since the feel of the hot water would be soothing on her bruises and she was freezing in the cold fall air. She attempted to stand her injuries protesting shooting pain through her system. Leech managed to make it off the bed and onto the floor. “guess theres no turning back now.” She mumbled. Crawling to the bathroom was exhausting the poor vampire had left scratches in the floor boards as she went, she was being incredibly stubborn and probably making everything worse but she was going to get clean dammit.

When she finally collapsed against the bathroom door she attempted to remove her shirt wincing as she raised her arms above her head. Her shorts came next and then the bandages. Everything hurt, tears stung her face as she growled in pain and frustration. “Why me? Why am I the one to take the brunt of this abuse?” she felt small and so alone in the bathroom. All she wanted was a new start, every time something good happened to her, every time she felt a little bit of happiness in her life something else went wrong. Leech attempted to stand and look in the mirror. She cried out in frustration over not being able to see how bad of shape she was in. “Thats right I forgot I'm a fucking monster now.” she sobbed and sunk against the wall she was frustrated and defeated beyond belief.

Pennywise had come up to check in, he was bored out of his mind not being able to prowl his sewer and whenever he wasn't feeding himself he always tried to bother Leech. When he saw she wasn't in her room her grumbled following the trail of claw marks in his flooring. The clown was about to scold her when he heard a sob he pressed his ear to the door. “What the hell am I becoming? I never asked for this.” the clown cracked the door open to find his favorite vampire was on the floor head resting on knees.

“What are you doing?” Penny grumbled, annoyed.

“Go away Pen, I'm feeling sorry for myself. You probably don't want to deal with me anyway”

“You're right I don’t. Stop being sad.”

“Not like I can just turn it off.”

“Looks like I have to deal with you then.” he walked over to her his figure towered over the vampire making her feel even smaller. “Why are you upset?”

“I hate what I am and what I’ve done.”

“Explain.”

“I ran away from my problems I let myself become… this and now everyone is paying for it because I cant even get being a undead right. I should have just given up.” Tears ran down her eyes and she grabbed her long ears folding them forward like one would pull their own hair.

Penny glared down at her in anger. Great now he's mad at me too. Leech thought. He moved down quickly pinning her against the wall. She sobbed harder in fear and sadness.

“Never be ashamed of what you are little hunter.” he spat. “I didn't choose just anyone to be my mate Leech. The way you kill… My dear you weren't meant to be human, you were meant to float above them.”

“But the D-Deadites… If I-I wasn't weak….” she stammered out through the tears.

He scoffed and grabbed her face forcing her to stare at him. “Weak she says. Hunters are not weak little Leech. You worry too much about dying, that is something humans do. You are not human, oh no you're much better. That is why you're mine.” he leaned in closer to her narrowing his eyes when he didn't immediately see her cheer up. Pennywise growled and closed the gap between their mouths letting out a rumble before he broke the kiss abruptly and pushed her face back. He got up to leave but was stopped when Leech shot up grabbing his ruffled collar she had a newly lit fire in her eyes. The vampire pulled him back to her mouth kissing him hard growling back at him “Theres my little monster” he snarled against her mouth. She bit his bottom lip before breaking the kiss, breathing heavy and staring at him.

“Feeling better?” the clown smirked proud of his little pep talk.

“I need to clean my wounds.” was all she said not wanting him to see the ghost of a smile finally forming on her tear stained face.

“Are you asking for my help?” he picked up a clean washcloth following her over to the extra large bathtub as she tested the water.

“Get in the tub jackass.” the clown’s lips curled into a smile.

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“I still cant believe I got you to take off the costume.” Leech pressed her own naked flesh against the clowns pasty white skin on her back.

“Just this once.” Pennywise was lightly tracing his fingers over the marks he had left on her from previous encounters. She took notice of this and turned to him a worried look in her eye.

“How beat up do I look?”

“You look fine Leech.”

“But like is it noticeable?”

“If you really must know here…..” he stood up leaving the tub. Penny shifted into a reflection of his vampire secretly making sure that his version looked just as pretty as he thought she was. “See? Still beautiful.”

“flatterer.” she sank back into the water cheeks darkening a bit.

The clown smiled and turned back sporting a silk pink nightgown.

“Penny, what the hell is that?”

“What? You and Tiffany were wearing them last week and they looked comfy. I just took a bath for the first time in decades, I'm getting comfy.”

“Help me get dressed you dork.”

Leech pulled the shirt over her head wincing a bit while using Penny as support. He scooped her up to carry her back to her room Leech wrapped her arms around his neck resting her head on his collar.

“Hey Pen?”

“hm?”

“Thanks.”

“Don't let it get around. I have a reputation to uphold…”

The clown grumbled trying not to look at her, those feelings and smells threatening to overtake him again. She reached her hand up and pulled his face back to hers before smiling and whispering “I love you” against his soft lips. Pennywise's eyes flew open wide, face the color of his bathrobe. The feelings got to him anyway and the terrifying monster kissed his little hunter. He growled against her mouth in pure adoration. Stupid feelings.

A knock came at the bathroom door Penny nearly dropped Leech as they jumped back.

“Occupied!” they said in unison.

“Junior?! Well, well, well! That a chick I hear in there with you?”

“Oh you've got to be kidding me.” Pennywise groaned.

“Open up its Uncle Penny we need to have a chat.”

Leech gave Pennywise a look. Shit. The clown mentally cursed. The intruder barged into the bathroom. Leech was wide eyed and confused to see a second evil clown who apparently was also called Pennywise. The new clown looked at his nephew in disbelief.

“Um I can explain.”

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PAPPA’S HERE! Also I’m hype we finally have Ash too he’s one of my all time favorite horror characters!

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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) Chapter 3

Alright friends things are heating up. Pennyboi learns how to deal with feelings and Leech gets a job. Some weird stuff with meat happens. Leatherface is a pure beautiful soul and must be protected. Next chapter will contain SMUT.

Warnings: Mild Nsfw, Blood, Swearing, Drug Use, Alcohol, Fluff.

CHAPTER 3

Help.

The young vampire to be had been there a full month now and she hated to admit it but she had never been happier. This was truly a new start for her. People even stopped calling her by her original name preferring to use the one Pennywise had given her when they first met. It was meant as an insult but it fit her so well she kept it. She was a bloodsucker now after all. Lucy was gone Leech was who she was now. She had a new job lined up, new friends, a great mentor and she was even given a wig by Leatherface as a housewarming gift when her hair began to fall out. Aside from the impending death and losing humanity thing….and that damn clown…. this was nice. This could work.

Movie night at the Neibolt house was a big event. Everyone joined in even Pennywise who usually kept to himself but when Dracula insisted he join in to make a certain proto-vampire happy the clown reluctantly agreed. He hated that the elder vampire knew about his affliction.

When Dracula found out about it he had been confronting the clown over his disheveled state. “You seem less cruel to my young apprentice and you look like you have stopped feeding. You are infatuated.”

“Infat- What?! No! Leech is, she’s, well we’re just………I mean….I……..…..what do I do.” He was weak and defeated. Pennywise had never had a positive feeling like this before and Dracula was the only one other than Chucky that knew how to deal with this sort of thing.

“You must pursue her it'll be healthy for the both of you! My poor apprentice has been worried sick about her transition for weeks now! Yes! ROMANCE HER WOO HER GIVE HER YOUR LOVE.” The elder vampire was a complete hopeless romantic.

“I was just going to go back to eating my feelings till this goes away?”

“NAY YOU MUST COURT THE BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. I HAVE FAILED IN LOVE BUT YOU CHILD YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE”

“One, I'm way older than you. Two no.”

“LOOK AT YOURSELF BOY, YOU ARE WASTING AWAY IN LOVE! GIVE HER YOUR HEART END YOUR ETERNAL LONELINESS.”

“What part of older than you do you- never mind lets pretend this never happened.”

“YOU WILL SEE SOON ENOUGH BOY, YOU WILL SEE THAT YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM LOVE.”

Pennywise hated how that he was right about that. He tried eating more and began to look healthy again until Leech walked by in the kitchen two days later and gave him a damn compliment. Who does she think she is telling him he looked extra scary today. The nerve!

“At least theres popcorn” he grumbled plopping down onto one of the couches. Having two giant monsters in the house plus a very territorial cat required multiple couches and chairs so everyone could fit around the old antique tv.

“Whats on the menu tonight boys” Freddy says opening a beer taking up a whole lazy boy to himself.

“Something we can do a drinking game with please?” came Leech’s request from the kitchen she was busy making drinks for her new friends after she bragged she could make them killer cocktails that would knock their socks off. It also to try to persuade Leatherface to put in a good word for her when applied for the position of bartender at the newly remodeled Sawyer’s. Dracula was assisting her while carefully watching her glances and shy smiles whenever she heard Penny’s bells. The elder vampire had never had a protege before and he had to admit her fiery personality was growing on him, shed make a fine creature of the night eventually he just had to get her past her unwillingness to change. Leech found it annoying that he was constantly nagging her about her transition. Tonight it was all about how vampires cant hold their liquor. But she liked her mentor, he was like the father she never had and she would often find herself coming to him with questions not only about her condition but also life in general.

“Atta girl Leech you're a woman after my own dead heart” Freddy shouted back the two had been bonding more smoking on the porch talking shit about people who got on their nerves that day. They did have quite a few things in common one was tequila and the other was epic amounts of sass. Pennywise did feel a twinge of jealousy over it but knew if he said something Freddy would tell everyone the eldritch embodiment of fear had a big stupid crush on someone he normally considered food.

“All right guys heres my official audition for bartender at Sawyer’s. Tip jar is on the counter for when all you assholes are blown away by how great I am.” she boasted passing out the drinks.

“Big talk for someone who's tolerance is sinking faster than the Titanic” said Chucky

“Shut up and drink doll. I’ll let my talent do all the ass kicking for me.”

“What the hell is this?” Freddy asked poking the puffy pice of spun sugar

“Cotton candy martinis bitch!”

Pennywise choked on his popcorn.

She begun finishing handing them out and as Penny picked his up his giant hand touched hers. They blinked at each other for a second. “Something wrong Pen? Did I uh offend you with the circus flavors?”

“Oh um no no just something on your um something on your face!” Dracula rolled his eyes at him dramatically from the kitchen.

“Oh where.” Leech frowned.

“Its um… no stop stop! Don't touch it. Just let me do it..” The clown quickly pretended to wipe something off her nose. “nailed it.” He thought.

Chucky's eyes grew wide when he saw the exchange. “No fucking way” he whispered.

Leatherface was delighted at the sweet drink. He even giggled when his friend put the cotton candy in the liquor and it dissolved. “So you think I got the job big guy?” he grunted happily in approval “Aw shucks Bubba you're the best!” she hugged the lovable giant murderer. Leech smiled wide with cockiness “nailed it.” She said to herself.

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“Wait you only have a waitress job??? But I thought I was applying to be a bartender!?” she complained at the giant the next day. She wasn't mad at him though it was the rest of his family’s fault probably. They Sawyer clan were a bunch of boys they needed a cute girl in the restruant to be the bait for their…. meat source. Finally the young vampire sighed “Fine I’ll take it, anything at this point. Just let me know when I start.” Desperate times call for desperate measures. “Do I at least get a nice uniform?” she asked.

Leatherface nodded enthusiastically, he brought out a bag from behind his back and handed it to her. Freddy was now watching with glee from around the corner. He had been planning this for the past week.

“Oh you've got to be kidding me.” she growled from the bathroom and Freddy laughed.

“Whats so funny?” Pennywise asked sipping a hot cocoa with way too many marshmallows

“I helped the big guy pick the new uniform for the waitresses wait till you see it.”

Leech creaked the door open her face bright red. As she stepped out Pennywise spit his drink and nearly choked on a marshmallow. She was in a tied flannel top and daisy dukes. “Who told you this was a good idea Leatherface?” the giant happily pointed at Freddy’s hiding spot who was on the floor cackling now. Chucky walked by and his jaw nearly fell on the floor before running to get Tiff. Pennywise was 100% broken. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. “Can I at least wear an actual shirt instead?”

Leatherface looked sad she didn't like the uniform. “Oh no” she thought “He's proud of it.”

“Hey hey big guy! I didn't mean it the uniforms great don't be sad see I’m going to put it away for tomorrow ok!”

Pennywise left the room quickly unable to remain there for much longer without….feeeeeeling.

Chucky walked over to him giving his leg a sharp jab with his elbow.

“What do you want doll.” he snarled

“You're a mess Jingles. Why don't you do something about it?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Your lame school boy crush on the baby bloodsucker.”

“I dont-“

“Don't even man you were practically having a heart attack back there, plus you were staring at her the entire movie night. Tiff thinks its cute.”

“Does everyone know now?”

“Pretty much.”

The clown fell on the floor against the fridge. “Then I need your…………help.” The last word was a struggle for him.

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Leech marched into the old house carrying the an entire butcher shop in grocery bags. Drops of cold animal blood dripped down from her purchases and Church had come out of hiding to follow her to the kitchen where she began to pack the fridge and freezer full of raw meat.

“Ok clown your girl’s home go talk to her.” Chucky whispered from behind Pennywise who was hiding on the stairway to the basement.

“Compliment her ears she's been very self conscious about them lately” Dracula suggested to him.

As Pennywise attempted to step forward he paused when he saw the young vampire. She looked to be in a trance as she put meat away finally stopping at a package of bratwursts and taking a deep inhale of the bloody sausage. She let out a small whimper and as a drop of drool fell from her lips the clown felt his breath hitch. “What are you waiting fo- woah!!!” Chucky paused when he saw that Leech has taken one of the sausages out of the package and was brining it to her hungry open mouth. Her tongue had rolled out and she swallowed the meat whole like a snake. “Holy fuck Jingles thats uh… thats some girl you got there…” Chucky’s jaw dropped. Pennywise was completely frozen unable to speak. “Well ah.. nosferatu fledglings do have a…ahem insatiable appetite” Dracula dabbed his brow.

“We’re uh….we’re gonna go….good luck Jingles…” Chucky and Drac both bolted out of the room as Leech finished the tray of sausages completely unaware and going into a slight frenzy.

She ripped open a roast now and began violently tearing the meat with her dull human teeth. She started sucking the blood through the flesh while making obscene gasping sounds as she fed. Drool poured out of Pennywise’s mouth in record amounts as he watched the vampire. She tore off her beanie revealing her bald head and large bat like ears which began to fold straight up against the side of her head. Leech’s eyes flashed forward as she finished Penny marveled at how they looked like little reflections of the full moon against her dark eye circles she was becoming a truly terrifying monster. The clown had never seen something so beautiful or smelled something so sweet. The nosferatu came down from her high panting and gasping looking at the animal blood on her hands and the drool on the floor. “What the hell just happened?” she said to herself. She heard a soft jingle and her face lit up, she quickly put on her beanie to hide her baldness and wiped her face. “Penny?!” she said asked excitedly a small blush creeped onto her cheeks. Her face fell when no one answered. “Must have been my imagination…” she mumbled starting to clean up her mess.

Pennywise had retreated to his lair leaning back in his nest panting with need. He looked down at the tall tent in his pantaloons and shut his eyes. This was bad. He never really felt feelings like desire or lust, not like this. There were maybe a handful of occasions where he was in heat and took a lover for the night disguised as a human but he saw them as more tools than mates. Pennywise couldn't even remember some of their names, he was pretty sure he ate a few after he was done with them too. But this oh this, this was completely different. This new feeling was not something he could just relieve and get on with his hunting. This was a burning need for someone he saw as an equal, someone like him. A fellow predator, a potential mate. He didn't want anyone else he wanted her. And he hated it.

As promised the next chapter will get STEAMY. So stay tuned for that.

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Secrets - SoA: Chapter 2

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 2: Chibs and reader go to Scoops and have dinner together. Warnings: language A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, so SPOILERS Word Count: 2900 Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller @sam-samcro @tstieff IF YOU WISH TO BE TAGGED, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IN SOME WAY. ASK BOX IS SAFEST WAY, BUT I DO TRY TO LOOK AT ALL COMMENTS AND REBLOGS. COMMENTS WELCOME! Secrets Masterlist

He took his hand away slowly like he didn’t want to break that one point of skin to skin contact. You let him get situated and restart the engine before you retightened your hold on him. Over the rumble of the engine, he asked if you were ready to go and you patted him on the chest in answer. He pulled away from the side of the road easily then he really opened it up, forcing you to tighten your hold on him even more. You giggled at the rush of power. It was exhilarating every time. You didn’t know where Chibs was taking you but you didn’t much care. It felt good to ride with Chibs. Every time you loosened your hold on him, he’d make a sudden turn forcing you to squeeze him again. You would have thought it were a coincidence if you hadn’t felt his chest rumble each time. He seemed to take you on a little ride around Charming just for a little fun, probably. Any other day you would have been fine to keep going, but, as it was, it had been a very long day. Eventually Chibs brought you back around to the side of town where you thought the motel was, instead, he stopped across from a store that still had lights on inside. The green lettering on the glass read “Scoops and Sweets.” There were people inside that looked like families and young couples. You didn’t picture Chibs as milkshakes and burgers kind of guy. Your body had gotten stiff from just the short ride around Charming. You put your hands on Chibs shoulders and braced yourself as you gingerly got off the motorcycle. “Ye alrigh’, lass?” he asked you seeming genuinely concerned. You stretched out and leaned over to touch your toes. You groaned with pleasure as all of the right muscles stretched out. Standing back up straight, “Yeah. When I first started this little odyssey, I was riding twelve hours or more a day, it did a number on my back. I rode hard today and sometimes I don’t know when to take it easy. I also hurt my back when I was a kid and sometimes it bothers me.” You put your hands on your lower back and leaned backward to stretch again. “Scoops huh? They have a shower?” Chibs chuckled as he got off his bike. “Aye, there’s an apartment upstairs and two other rooms. We now have THREE, proper functioning showers,” he said trying to sound convincing and you thought maybe it wasn’t just for you. He led you across the street and held the door for you to go inside Scoops. You felt all of the eyes turn to you and Chibs. You must have looked like hell. Some of the girls inside were giving you the once over. You were about to ask Chibs what the hell was going on, when you finally saw the front of his kutte. He had a President patch. Shit. You knew the Sons of Anarchy were a motorcycle club and you knew that there was a hierarchy, you just didn’t know that the guy you had been hard-core flirting with was the head of said club. “Chuckie!” Chibs bellowed as he slapped the counter a few times. “Chuckie will make whatever you want. He’s a little… odd, but good cook and a good guy.” A squirrely looking guy came bursting through swinging doors you assumed went to a kitchen. It was hard to miss his prosthetic hands. “Hey boss!” he said with more exuberance than you cared for on an empty stomach. His eyes went to you and you registered a small nod before he turned back to Chibs. “Chuckie, I need you to make whatever the lady likes and my usual,” Chibs told him. The man named Chuckie took a step toward you. You leaned on the counter to talk to him, “What’s his usual?” “Steak, medium-rare and roasted potatoes with a butter and chive drizzle. Whiskey, neat,” he said quickly. You thought that over a minute. “I like grilled chicken. Can you work me some magic? I’m kinda starving. I’d love some potatoes, too. Ice water and a double of whatever spiced rum you have and Coke.” “Rum preference?” the squirrely man asked. “Sailor Jerry, if you don’t have it Captain works just right, too,” you told him. “You got it,” he smiled. Chuckie looked back to Chibs for direction. He gave him a slight nod. “She’s a friend of the club, Bud’s girl. How long?” That you were “Bud’s girl” seemed to mean something, “Uh, I gotta check to see what’s thawed, but twenty-five minutes or so?” You were still leaning on the counter when Chibs spoke to you. “That enough time?” “Plenty,” you nodded. Chibs motioned for you to follow him, “Bring it up, Chuckie.” The small man nodded at Chibs, smiled at you and buzzed back into the kitchen. Chibs led you up the stairs. When you reached the upper floor, there was an option of going into a large area that you guessed was the clubhouse or you could go around the stairs to the back to what looked like it could be an apartment. Chibs led you around to the back side. He pulled out keys to unlock the door that led into a small hall. At the end of the hall, there were three doors. Chibs went to the one in the middle, which also required a key. Once inside the final door, you were inside the apartment he had told you about. The two windows in the room were made of solid glass bricks. The room still had the smell of fresh paint and drywall mud. The furnishings were sparse and the room itself could barely be called a living room, but there was a carpet remnant on the tile floor and some older than dirt armchairs centered in front of a tv that was attached to a wall. Behind this living space was a tiny kitchenette complete with a range, microwave, sink and a small refrigerator. You suddenly got a weird feeling, like you were intruding. “Should I be up here? Aren’t there rules about this? I don’t know about MC’s very much, but… people were staring at me downstairs. And now I’m up here, in private space. It’s all very…intimate.” “Aye, well, being President of the club has its perks. Don’t worry about it, lass, being Bud’s daughter makes you a friend of the club by default. If you get TM through this audit relatively unscathed, you’ll have earned it on your own.” He reached his hand around a door jamb and flicked on a light to reveal a bedroom. He stepped inside to get the light for the bathroom. “Use what ye need, won’t bother me any,” he said leaning against the bathroom jamb. “Don’t have anything for lassies, though.” You tentatively stepped inside his room. It was a little nicer than you had expected. Queen-sized bed, comfortable bedding, a dresser and night stand. The stark white interior of the bathroom had shone brightly. He let you pass by him. Your flirtation earlier all but forgotten as the call of his shower and hot water drowned out everything else. “Thanks for this,” you managed to say. He nodded, “I’ll wait for ye in the living room.” You stopped him, “If you don’t mind, would you stay close? Talk to me?”

“You sure about that, lass?” he asked her. Awfully ballsy to ask a stranger to do such a thing. “Yeah, you coulda taken advantage long before we got here,” she said, “I’m sure.” He wasn’t about to say no to the lass so he stood outside the door to give her a little privacy. He heard her looking for the towels then rustling inside the bag she’d worn in. He’d felt guilty for lusting after her earlier. She was Bud’s daughter, after all. His goddamned Catholic guilt was coming after him already. She was a good bit younger than himself, he’d thought. Had to be. He knew Bud left in ’84. (Y|N) had said she turned five in Iowa. Jesus, that made her… “So how well did you know my dad?” she called. The water was finally running. “Oh, pretty well. Saw him at least once a year, sometimes more. Would stay a week or so,” he answered. He didn’t know how much he should tell her. Bud had always been very careful not to mix California with Iowa. “What does your ma say about all this?” “Haaaa,” she stepped into the shower and closed the curtain, “Well, DEBRA was less than pleased. Told me I was just like my father and to not come crying to her when it all went to shit.” Chibs chuckled, “Aye, that sounds like Debbie.” “Know her, too, do ya?” she called out. He could smell his shampoo. “Aye, salty one, yer ma.” “Yeah… salty. Hey, I can barely hear you, could you step in?” she called. He didn’t know what to think of her. She should have been scared of him. A normal person would have been scared or insisted on privacy, but here she was in his shower and using his shampoo, door wide open and inviting him in. He stepped around the corner to stand by the sink in the bathroom. “How long have ye been on the road?” he asked. “Long time. Almost a year,” she said. “God, this shower is awesome.” A year was a long time to do anything, in his book. It impressed him that she’d been on the road that long to fulfill her father’s last wish. If Bud sent her on this trip, he must have wanted her to know what it was like, being on the road, the life. He guessed there was a lot she didn’t know. “You still there?” she called. Chibs could smell his soap now. He told himself it wasn’t a turn on that there was a pretty woman in his dorm, using his things, in his shower… “Aye.”

“You went quiet on me,” you quickly drug your razor over your soapy legs hoping to Christ you didn’t slice your leg open. “Sorry, I’m trying to hurry.” “No rush,” he said. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier,” you said. “Sorry? For what?” he asked. “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to talk to anyone,” you tried to explain away your blatant flirting. Hell, it was more than that, you’d practically offered to have sex on his bike. “I tend to run my mouth a little too much around people I like, or when I’m nervous.” Like now, shut up, dumbass. He looked at the floor and smiled, “Flirting never hurt anyone, lass.” He was being very sweet with you. He was probably trying to forget you even said it. You were never so bold with men, but… he’d responded to it… you thought. You finished the other leg and rinsed off. “Chibs?” you turned off the water. “Aye?” “Could you hand me the towel? I left it on the counter,” you asked. He turned around and grabbed the towel to hand to you. The opaque curtain hid everything from view as he handed the towel over the top. “I’ll wait for you outside now,” he told you. It didn’t take you long to get ready after that. You toweled off and wrapped your hair up in the towel when your body was dry. You had one, precious, bottle of your favorite lotion, which you slathered all over your body. It had been so long, your body just soaked it up. You pulled out your clean set of clothes and put them on. If you stayed any length of time in Charming, you were going to need more clothes. You combed through your hair and checked yourself out in the mirror. You wouldn’t win any beauty contests, but at least you were clean. After you gathered your things and stuffed them back into your bag, you turned off the light and went to find Chibs.

He was in the small kitchenette with Chuckie. A card table had been set up and there were mouthwatering smells coming from the tray Chuckie had brought up. Your stomach rumbled in answer. It took you a moment to remember when you ate last and it was sometime the night before. You’d left for Charming before 5 that morning and had only stopped for gas. You guessed it was somewhere close to 7 or 7:15 pm. You stepped out into the small living room wearing your skinny jeans and Led Zeppelin t-shirt when the men finally noticed your presence. You dropped your bag on the floor near one of the armchairs and went to the card table and just smelled the food. It was heavenly. “Hi (Y|N)! I hope you like it!” Chuckie spoke to you first. You leaned on one of the folding chairs and breathed in deeply. It was even better up close. “If it’s half as good as it smells, I’m sure I’ll love it. Thank you, Chuckie,” you said sincerely and touched his shoulder. He’d even remembered to bring your ice water and double rum and coke. Chuckie must have followed your gaze, “We only have Captain but if you plan on staying a while, I can order Sailor Jerry.” “No, that’s fine, Chuckie. Don’t trouble yourself over it,” you told him “No, it’s no trouble. Maybe I can find some around Charming,” he said. “Oh, let me give you some cash,” you turned and moved to go back to your bag for your wallet. Chibs finally spoke up, “No, you’re a friend of the club. It’s on us.” Chibs waived Chuckie off. You watched as the door closed behind Chuckie. It was just you and Chibs again and your mind flashed back to your flirty exchange on Chibs’ bike. “It’s gonna get cold, love,” he said gently. You turned to see him standing near your chair waiting for you. It warmed your heart a little to see him waiting for you. Most men you’d encountered had lost any sense of chivalry and you rarely, if ever in your life, had been on the receiving end of it. The men you’d come across either ignored you completely or were intimidated by you. Having a bunch of bikers be sweet and kind to you was something you were not used to at all. Chibs even helped you with your chair and you checked off something on your list of things you never thought would happen. You waited for him to sit before you dug in. You took a bite of potatoes and immediately were rewarded. Chuckie was a genius. You savored the taste a moment before taking a long drink of water. You and Chibs got a few bites into your meals before you broke the ice. “Charming seems like a town where people are born, raised and die.” Chibs nodded. “So, how does a guy like you get here?” He looked up at you from under his eyebrows, “A guy like me?”

He wasn’t sure what to make of (Y|N), or what she meant by ‘a guy like him’. Her straightforward way could be off-putting to some people, but he rather appreciated it. There had been too much lying and conspiring in the club. The way she took everything in stride reminded him of her da. Hell, she barely batted an eye at Chuckie and his hands, and she’d ridden in the truck cab with Happy and Tig and wasn’t running for the hills. “Yeah, a guy from Scotland. It’s a bit of a stark contrast,” she elaborated. “This part of California definitely isn’t lush and green like Scotland.” “Aye, well, I was a member of a charter in Belfast. A worthless piece of shite got me thrown out and since I knew some of the Redwood Originals, I decided to come here, get patched over,” he explained. He wasn’t quite ready to tell her about Fi and Jimmy O. She seemed cool, but there was no telling what she could or couldn’t handle yet. “But across an ocean?” she wasn’t going to let it go. “If I stayed in Ireland, my family could have been used against me,” he said. He could almost see the gears in her head spinning. There were a lot of questions in there roiling just below the surface. She wanted to dig deeper, but she chose a different route. “Is that why my parents moved to Iowa? Were they hiding from something, protecting me?” Yeah, he liked (Y|N), alright. She coulda asked about his family, but she probably saw that he didn’t want to talk about it. She went straight to the point bothering her most. It was goddamned refreshing. “I didn’t know your da when he ran nomad. Yer ma was JT’s sister. She begged JT to let Buddy out, no strings. JT and the club eventually agreed to it and Buddy’s way of paying back was working the books for the club. He would come out when he was needed… for projects and whatnot.” He took a swig of his whiskey and watched her gears spin some more.

“You mean to tell me that MY dad was a member of SAMCRO?!”

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