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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months

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Got Me Thinking

Part 2: Late Nights and Spousal Confessions

Synopsis: Not wanting the night to end, Jack quickly asks to spend more time with you. Little did the two of you know that it would end up being a therapy session about your marriages to other people.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Jack continued to look at you in disbelief before the biggest smile broke out on his face as he quickly embraced you.

Your arms immediately went around his neck as you felt him pick you up so your feet were hovering above the ground as he hugged you tighter.

“Are you really here right now?” He asked as he whispered in your ear and you simply nodded before responding to him.

“I am and you can thank your little brother for that.”

“And to answer your question, yes. I did miss you, more than you know.”

“Well if I would have known that you two would be this excited to see each other, I would have done it sooner.” Clay mumbled and the two of you couldn't help but laugh. Jack placed you back on your feet before his left hand went to cup your face as his right started to play with the ends of your hair. Something that he used to do when the two of you were younger so it was obvious that old habits die hard.

“And that's who he let get away? Look at how they're looking at each other! Jack hasn't acknowledged anyone else since he's seen her. He doesn't even look at his own wife like that.” Ace said to Clay who simply nodded in agreement.

“That's who he should have been with and stayed with from the beginning.”

“Agreed.”

The party consisted of Jack and Urban making their rounds and mingling with all of their guests, but one thing that didn't happen was you leaving Jack's side. You had been basically glued to him for the entire night and you could tell that your presence was giving him a sense of comfort. Just like before when the two of you were together.

When it got close to about 2 in the morning, people were starting to wind down and leave and since Clay brought you, he quickly asked when you would be ready to leave, but Jack jumped in before you could say anything.

“I'll take her home, don't worry about it. We have a lot to catch up on.” He said while turning to you and smiling.

“I figured, but I thought I would ask anyway.” Clay said while smiling at the sight in front of him. He didn't even know the last time that he saw his older brother so happy and he was hoping that it would stay that way and the two of you would end up together like everyone wanted.

No one had really mentioned or brought up the fact that Jack's wife, better known as Kelsey, hadn't even shown up to her own husband's birthday party but it was clear that Jack did not care one bit. His attention and focus had been on you the entire time and you were low key happy that you didn't have to compete for it with someone else.

The two of you were now settled into Jack’s Jeep and he simply looked over at you and smiled.

“I literally just cannot believe you’re here right now.”

“I actually wasn’t going to come, but Clay convinced me.” You said being completely honest as he began to drive.

“What? Why?”

“I didn’t think that you would have wanted to see me.”

“What the? It’s not like we ended on a bad note. Besides, I literally always ask your mom about you anytime that I see her. That just happens to be a lot since you know our moms have been inseparable since we began dating and haven’t let up since.”

“Very true. Any time I talk to her and ask her what she’s doing she says she’s with Maggie.”

“I don’t want to take you home just yet, if that’s okay.” Jack said, looking straight ahead as he was coming to a red light.

“Hmm, we can go to Waffle House, they’re still open.”

Once the two of you reached Waffle House and got settled into a booth in the back, you knew that Jack was bound to ask you about being married and you were just waiting for it. You both scanned the menu in a comfortable silence before he spoke up.

“So……”

“So…..” You said back to him as both of you let out laughs.

“Tell me everything. What’s been going on with you?”

“Well, I did end up going to nursing school and did that for a little while before I decided to go back and get my CRNA.”

“Damn, I knew my girl was smart. I remember you telling me that you wanted to do that. That’s anesthesia right?” Your heart instantly fluttered when you heard him call you his girl.

“It is, I didn’t think that you would remember.”

“I remember everything about my first love. Including how she didn’t think my full name was Jackman and decided to call me Jackson instead and it stuck.”

You immediately busted out laughing remembering the conversation that the two of you had with you both going back and forth debating on what Jack’s real name was. And you legit asked Maggie to see his birth certificate which she laughed about.

“And to this day, you are the only person allowed to do that.”

“But I love Jackman better. It makes you unique.” You replied as you looked back down at the menu and was deciding on what you wanted to drink.

“What else has happened? You live in Cali now, right?”

“Yeah, I live in Calabasas and have been there for about six years. I like it…. At times.”

Just then the two of you were interrupted by your waiter who you looked up to see was Ms.Isabella. She was the manager and worked here for as long as you two could remember.

“Well isn’t it my favorite nurse and my favorite rapper?!”

“Ms. Isabella, respectfully, don’t you only know like five of my songs? How am I your favorite rapper?” Jack asked joking with her, but all she did was laugh and roll her eyes at him.

“I’ve been to enough concerts to know more than five songs. Anyway, you two aren’t married yet?” She asked and both of you looked like deer caught in headlights, but you quickly recovered.

“Ms. Isabella we’re both married, but not to each other.” You asked and all she did was try to hide the obvious smirk that was about to be displayed on her face. She had definitely been talking to your mother and knew what she was doing.

“Oh, what a shame. Anyway, all I know is that I remember the two of you always being in here when you were younger and being inseparable. Especially when both of you would be drunk and trying to sober up before you went home. A secret that I shall keep from both of your mother’s forever. Anyway, what are we drinking? Orange juice?”

“That’s fine.” Jack quickly said as she nodded her head to walk towards the counter.

When she walked away, it was slightly awkward and you knew for a fact that he was about to ask you now.

“So, how long have you been married?” He asked while looking down and drumming his fingers on the table.

“This year will be three years.” You quietly answered and Jack nodded his head. One of the first things he noticed was your wedding ring when he had first laid eyes on you and seeing it in person made his heart drop. He knew that you were, but was wishing deep down that it wasn’t true.

“What’s his name?”

“Xavier.”

“Does… he treat you well?”

You hesitated on answering that simply because you knew the type of person that Jack was. Even though he wasn’t one to care for confrontation, when it came to you he didn’t care. He would probably have no problem hoping on a plane and going to Cali in order to beat his ass for what he had done to you.

“That’s…. A loaded question. Umm…”

“Y/N, I’m not trying to pry and you only have to tell me what you feel comfortable with me knowing. But the look on your face is telling when I asked about him.”

“It’s just complicated.”

“Marriage can be difficult sometimes, but it shouldn’t be complicated if the two people involved work together.”

“I… I married a wonderful person who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with, but about ten months ago his true colors started to show and I don’t think that I can stomach being married to a person like that much longer.”

“Did he put his hands on you? Because….” Jack asked with his voice slightly raising and you immediately shook your head no and placed your hand on top of his in order to get him to calm down.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“I promise. It’s nowhere near that.”

“Then, what is it?”

“He’s been cheating on me for a year and got another woman pregnant.”

Jack’s mouth was now hanging wide open as he looked at you dumbfounded.

“And does he know that you know this?”

You just shook your head no and sighed.

“I… you know that you deserve better than that.”

“I know, I’m just trying to stack my money to be able to get a divorce and get away from him. I already opened up a bank account that he has no idea about.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Jack quietly said as he saw your eyes watering. Bottom line was you still loved Xavier despite what he had done to you and you absolutely hated yourself for it.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, just a little while longer. Now onto you, tell me all that there is to know about Kelsey. I thought I was going to meet her tonight. How’s married life treating you?” Even though you had heard from multiple people about how Jack was miserable in his marriage, you needed to hear it come straight from him.

“Hmm, not a lot to tell.”

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?”

When Jack was once again quiet, you could still read him like an open book despite how many years had passed.

“You regret it.” You quietly said and he just looked at you.

“How can you know exactly what I’m thinking without me having to say anything and you’re in tune with my feelings when my wife can’t even do that?”

“I can read you like a book, Jackman. I’ve always been able to. You can be completely silent like just now and I…. why do you regret it?”

“I’ve recently found out some things about her that I didn’t know before and it makes me think that I truly don’t know her at all and I rushed into this.”

Ms. Isabella interrupted the two of you as she sat both of your drinks down and was waiting for the two of you to order.

“I'll take the all star breakfast.”

“Me too.” You quietly said as you handed her your menu and she simply shot both of you a smile before walking away.

“So, Clay telling me that you were miserable in your marriage wasn't a lie?”

“I… I know he's just trying to look out for me but it's not a lie. I definitely care about her to a certain extent and don't want anything bad to happen to her but….”

“Then do what you have to do in order for you to have a peace of mind.”

“I want to give it time seeing as it hasn't even been a year yet and the fact that the amount of people that would be telling me ‘I told you so’ would be endless.”

“Don't worry about them. As long as you're happy, that's the important part.”

“True.”

“Besides, I’m here for you and will support you with whatever you decide.”

“I appreciate that. Now that I got you back I'm definitely not letting you go again.”

It was around seven in the morning when the two of you finally pulled in front of your parent's house and you weren't afraid to admit that you were sad that the night was coming to an end.

When the two of you had left Waffle House, you both decided to watch the sunrise for old times sake since that was something that the two of you would do often when you two were together.

You were excited that he was now back in your life and was hoping that it would be for the long haul.

“I hope you had an amazing birthday.” You said as the two of you were now standing outside of his Jeep.

“I did because I got the best birthday gift that I could have ever asked for, like Clay said. I appreciate you for coming and I'm happy that I got to see you. It's been way too long.”

“It has.”

“How long are you staying?”

“About another week.”

Jack simply nodded as he grabbed your hand and started rubbing small circles on the back of it.

“Block out some time for me?”

“For you? Always. You never have to ask.” You answered as you smiled up at him which he quickly returned before bringing you into a hug.

“I missed you so much and that is probably all you're going to hear me say over the next week.”

“I don't mind because I missed you too.” You responded as the two of you finally pulled away.

“Go and get some sleep and I’ll call you later.” Jack said as he reached down to kiss your forehead and then your cheek which was dangerously close to your mouth, but you brushed it off and thought nothing of it.

“Okay.”

“Since we now have an audience.”

You looked behind you to see your brother looking out of the window on the second floor as your sister and your parents were looking out of the window that was in the living room and you immediately groaned as Jack laughed. Your mom looked to be on the phone and you knew for a fact that she was talking to Maggie and giving her a play by play.

“I'm probably hitting the studio later. You want to come?”

“Hmm, I think I can clear my schedule for you.”

“Then it's a date.”

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yuikomoriemo · 2 months

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So I'm making a headcanon list-

Pls don't judge

DIABOLIK LOVERS HEADCANONS (MORE WILL BE ADDED)

Since ayato plays basketball as a hobby reiji always scolds him to go for a shower-

Kanato has tea parties with his wax figures,teddy and sometimes forces ayato and laito to be there and dress them up.

Subarus called the police once on reiji(for being irritating)and actually got him arrested- boy- grounded a week-

Ayato likes playing with yuis hair but won't admit it.

Kou has once been accused of homophobia and Queerbaiting but- he retaliated by kissing subaru infront of his possible fans.

Subaru only plays roblox to bully brats offline

Reiji had NO CLUE how to use a Samsung,iPhone,galaxy, NONE AND IT TOOK SHU AND SUBARU MONTHS TO TEACH HIM/ they regretted it because REIJI....HAS A FACEBOOK PAGE

(reijis posts would be about his interest in chemistry which is adorable BUT....HE POSTS CRINGY PHOTOS OF HIMSELF AND ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION POST HIM PRANKING SHU-)

Yui always makes cookies for the family but as for kanato and ayato.....STALE COOKIES

Cordelia loves watching RuPauls drag race

I think laito is secretly a tik tok sensation

Kanato expects reiji to cook him chocolate cake and sometimes yuma BUT THAT RESULTS IN KANATO CRYING IN A CORNER

The only social media subaru has (apart from MYSPACE) IS TWITTER

Kou sometimes feeds on his fans during concerts for effect (such as his song DEVILS SPIRE)

Shu plays minecraft with yui

Ruki is secretly reading Fifty Shades Of Grey-

Azusa does things to annoy his brothers on purpose so that he'd get hit-

Beatrix always made shu do the little lad dance if he wanted to go out.

Cordelia made kanato do the little lad dance if he wanted candy-

Whenever reiji goes shopping he MUST take kanato even though kanato always wants something but never ever gets it and throws a tantrum.

Karl heinz listens to abba-

Subaru and yuma are hardcore Marliyn manson fans-

Come on- Laitos been to a gay bar at least more than twice lol

Reiji goes to AA meetings (he's a wine/vodka mom-)

Yui had a goth phase at one point and hates to admit it.

Azusa likes to sing when he's alone (The masochism tango-)

Kanatos favourite music artist is Melianie Martenz

Ayato will NEVER ADMIT IT BUT....he had a Justin Bieber phase

Reiji watches full house

Kou and laitos favourite show is Desperate Housewives (laitos reason- let's just say the letters M i l and f) (kous reason- DRAMA)

Subaru made yui watch Moral Orel (ITS A GOOD SHOW BUT- VERY...VERY...DARK)

Yui once asked kanato to wear a dress she bought just out of curiosity

Ayato makes homophobic jokes- (I like dark humour bit that guy would take it to far-))

Subaru paints his nails black

Kanato 100% has BPD

I think yui attempted to murder the sakamakis once in her life-

Kou makes his brothers practice his dances for an upcoming concert.

Yui is a cat person (as in she prefers cats as pets)

Some related to my lgbtq headcanons reiji would've been 100% homophobic in the past

Karlheinz has an onlyfans- (IM SORRY-)

Kanato forces ayato to dress up

Yumas "sugar cubes" are actually just weed mixed with sugar-

Reiji always does the triplets homework assignments

Ayato has tried numerous occasions to make takoyaki for yui since she always makes it.

Azusas music taste is heavy metal-

Laito loves rose bubble baths

Every weekend reiji makes the triplets go out and takes their phones to snoop but immediately gives them back SCARED OF THE THINGS HE SAW (subaru and shu pay their own phone bill- maybe the triplets should do the same-)

Laito loves McDonald's chicken nuggets

Reiji laughs at the idea of gentle parenting (CLAY PUPPINGTON I TELL YA-)

If cordelia was alive she'd totally be the heartthrob on vogue magazine-

When christa is in a good state of mind subaru takes her out to a cafe just to chat.

Reiji always says fiction is rubbish BUT THE NEXT MINUTE HES WATCHING HOWLS MOVING CASTLE WITH YUI-

Beatrix used to make reiji read silly books despite his intellect such of "history of walnuts"

Cordelia whenever she wasn't a heartless bitch to her kids she'd read them bedtime stories from brothers grimm-

If reiji was a dad he'd TRY HIS BEST TO TREAT THEM BOTH THE SAME-

Subaru likes to bring stray cats in his room if they wander in the mansion (Let's see how long that lasts with clean freak reiji-)

Reiji sometimes ONLY SOMETIMES...covers shu up in a blanket when he's sleeping on the couch

Sakamaki Anime

Shu: Kiss him not me

Reiji: Howls moving castle

Laito: ....HELLSING ULTIMATE for the wrong reasons-

Kanato: Junji Ito collection

Ayato:NARUTO

Subaru: YURI ON ICE

Kou follows Harry styles on insta to get fashion tips of his posts for upcoming concerts-

Yui cut subarus hair one time ...PHHHHHHHH....IT DIDNT GO WELL...

Karl used to make the triplets play jenga for 2 hours straight just to entertain himself with their arguments.

Yuma once gave yui his SUGAR CUBES....she wanted more it felt better than being bitten 4752226775444 times A DAY

OK SO...The wedding night- cordelia totally got drunk on purpose and slapped her bridemaids for staring at Karl and then sobbed when Karl yelled at her-

Laito once bought edible-(stuff I can't say but you can guess-) AND FORGOT ABOUT IT ONE TIME ONLY TO HAVE REIJI SMACK THE SHIT OUT OFF HIM WHEN HE FOUND IT

Ayato and subaru sometimes team up to annoy laito

Ok- this one might be offensive so I apologise in advance, on many occasions reiji would be absolutely pissed after having a jehova witness at the mansion door

Beatrix tried cordelias wine and they both ended up actually getting along for once

@yuma-mukami-garden-god @notdiabolika @diabolikpersonals

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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CHD made me think jack love language is physical touch and this reminded me a jack would love if your turned this into a fic😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRvPc3rT/

Because I'm in a holiday mood lol:

Jack's teeth chattered as he came in from the backyard, slamming the patio door shut, the hood of his sweatshirt covering his curls to try to stay warm. Brian, Jack and Clay had spent most of the morning outside, trying to deep fry a turkey for the first time for Thanksgiving. To protect your eyebrows, you offered to stay inside and help Maggie in the kitchen with the side dishes.

He threw his gloves on the floor before walking over to you.

"Whatcha cookin?", Jack asked, resting his chin on your shoulder, as he snaked his arms around your waist from behind you. You were prepping some celery and carrots for the stuffing, putting your knife skills to use. "Stuffing", you answered, sneaking him a piece of carrot over your shoulder. You shivered at how cold his hands felt as he tried to sneak them under your sweater.

"Jack", you warned, but that only made him pull you in tighter to playfully get a rise out of you. "What? I'm just tryna get warm, its freezing outside." You giggled as he tickled your skin, your skin blushing. "Mhmm, sure."

You liked to act annoyed for his benefit, but you knew that Jack's love language was physical touch, and that meant that he didn't care where the two of you were, his hands were always on you, even in public. It wasn't even sexual, you just brought him comfort and peace whenever you were close. Secretly you loved every moment of it because it made you feel safe and protected, but you would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

He quietly watched you work, gently swaying back and forth , as you mixed all of the ingredients, before moving to peel some potatoes for another dish. "You smell amazing, baby." He whispered against your hair. He kissed the spot behind your ear that you knew drove you crazy. "Jack, please." You gently brushed him off, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of his mom. Maggie just smiled to herself, loving how cute the two of you were together.

"What? I'm not doing anything." You could hear the smile in his voice. "I didn't know loving my girlfriend was a crime." You squealed when he pinched your butt, making him bust out laughing.

The patio door squeaked as Clay peaked his head in. "Jack, can you stop fondling your girlfriend for a second to come help us? Dad's about to start a fire in the backyard." Everyone in the kitchen chuckled, Jack spinning you around to face him in his hold. "I love you." He placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling at you. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.

"Say it back." He peppered kisses against your jawline, making you laugh, but you wouldn't give in. "No", you shook your head, giving him a taste of his own medicine. "Say it!" Jack edged you on, starting to tickle you again.

"Y/N, please tell my brother you love him. Lives are on the line!" Clay gestured wildly behind you where you could see a burst of flames coming from where Brian stood.

"Fine, I love you too." You gave Jack a quick peck on the lips before he slipped his gloves back on and headed into the backyard. You couldn't help but smile as you turned back to your prep, Maggie noticing how giddy you were.

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kittyball23 · 5 months

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Could you make a fanfiction of when Poppy surprised Branch that she was expecting to have a baby? And they tell all their friends and family the news? How would Branch react? And how would their family and friends react to the news too? I always imagine that they're excited to become parents, and so do their loved ones!? Could you do that? I also love the idea that their little girl had blue eyes, like her father's, Branch, indigo hair, and I imagined she looked like her mother, Poppy.

Hi! I wanted to break this up into 2 parts, this first one will be the siblings’ reaction to the news - I think Branch’s deserves a separate oneshot (I can’t say when I’ll have it ready for, as I do have a couple other requests from my Inbox to fill, but I hope you enjoy!)

Taking the News (a Trolls fanfic)

“AAAIIIIIIIYYYYYYYAIIIII!!!!”

Viva’s excited scream burst through the air, the Putt Putt Queen leaping a good couple feet up in an uncontained joy. The energy only doubled once she landed, waving her hands wildly about and gushing while she paced about and spoke a mile a minute. “OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!” She zipped over to Poppy and gently patted at her belly.

“Hello in there! It’s your Auntie Viva! Oh, I just know you’re gonna be so itty, and bitty, and cutie-wootie just like your Mommy was! AND I’M SO EXCITED TO MEET YOU!”

The Pop Queen giggled at her sister. “Veevs, I’m only a couple months. I’m not even sure if they can hear you yet!”

Branch on the other hand differed on this viewpoint. “After that scream? Yeah, they probably did.” Viva grinned sheepishly when she noticed the blue Troll rub his ears.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Branch! It’s just that this is so, SO fantast-amazing!! Actually, it’s better than fantast-amazing! It’s fantast-AMAWESOME!” She squealed and bounced off to the side, expending her energy in one of the best ways she knew how - braiding! By the time her feet were back on the ground, it was Clay who was donning a brand-new French-braided hairstyle, topped off with little bows and glitter of all sorts of colors.

Clay groaned at how silly it looked. “Viva! Why me?” he whined.

Viva sprang to his side and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Because you need to stop being a serious-boy grumpy-poo and get loose! My sis is gonna be a mom!! And your brother’s gonna be a dad!!” She celebrated by grabbing Clay in a tight hug and twirling him around.

When he was released, the lime-green-Troll found himself taking her advice, forgetting all about his hair and grinning broadly at Branch.

“Congrats, bro! I’m real proud of ya!” He fist-bumped the bashful blue Troll. Branch readied himself to reply, when he suddenly heard a sniffle. It came as no surprise that the Troll who had burst into tears was none other than Floyd.

“Oh, Branch, this is such a special thing! I’m honored to be an uncle, and I’m so happy for you…” He trailed off, a sob taking place where words failed him. He easily wept into Branch’s shoulder when his younger bro pulled him in for a hug.

“Thanks. I’m pretty psyched, too,” Branch agreed, smiling as he pictured their child. What would they look like? Perhaps they’d have his dark, indigo hair and sparkling blue eyes. Or they could be all Poppy, in gorgeous appearance and stunning personality. Or maybe their kid would inherit King Peppy’s orange skin tone, or Grandma Rosiepuff’s teal button nose. Branch’s head spun with all of the possibilities, each and every one perfect and plausible, until the reality of the situation weighed down on him. Being a father was a big responsibility. A flicker of doubt seemed to flash across his face right at that moment, which did not go unnoticed by Bruce.

The purple-haired Troll approached him and patted a hand on his back. “Hey, man, I know it can seem kinda scary at first - I know I was a little nervous for my first kid - but trust me, it becomes a breeze. And when it’s not, just call me for help! I got your back, bro.” He winked at Branch, making him feel a lot better. Bruce, after all, was an experienced dad, having fathered 13 kids of his own - all of who would become cousins to the new bundle of joy entering into his life.

John Dory suddenly swept in alongside them. “And me, too!”

Branch and Bruce gave him a curious look. “Wait… John, you’re a dad?”

JD’s jaw dropped. “Uh, yeah! You forgot? Man!” He strolled over to his caterbus, Rhonda, and patted her side lovingly. “It’s okay, girly,” he cooed, “they didn’t mean to forget about you, darling. Who’s the cutest caterbussy in the whole wide world? Huh? You are!”

Rhonda trilled in appreciation at John Dory’s sappy words, while Branch exchanged a look with his other brothers. While he wanted to point out that taking care of a caterbus was not all the same as it was taking care of a little Trolling, Branch couldn’t help but feel his own bout of appreciativeness towards his bro’s offer to help. Feeling playful, he grabbed JD with one arm and noogied him with the other, the pair of them laughing by the end of it.

Poppy and Viva in the meantime were having their own share of sisterly love, hugging and shrieking, and jumping up and down over the elation of it all.

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Poppy cried. “I’m gonna tell Bridget, and Biggie, and Mr. Dinkles, and Guy Diamond, and Satin and Chenille, and - “

“And Dad!” Viva cut in with a grin.

Poppy squealed. “Oh, my gosh!”

She and Viva shouted at the same time at the top of their lungs: “DAD’S GONNA FREAK!” Both girls burst into a fit of giggles just picturing the look on the elderly king’s face once the news hit him full force.

Viva bounced up and down once again and wrangled Poppy and the boys together.

“Aw, come here, guys! Group hug!” Arms enveloped Poppy and Branch from all sides in a flurry of limbs, letting the two happy parents know that they - along with their new kiddo - were indeed loved very dearly.

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A/N: Happy Thanksgiving!!

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nattinatalia · 6 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : HOW DO WE FIX THIS?

You were running late and he was going to hate you for it but he’ll understand eventually. He knows that when working on a new album, it takes time and dedication, so he’ll definitely understand.

You rush out of your car, slamming the door shut, making sure you lock it behind you and storm inside your shared home.

“Jack?” You yell out, taking off your coat and throwing it on the hanger. “Jackman, are you down here?”

You head to the kitchen and see the dining table beautifully set up with rose petals and candles scattered around. There’s food on the table as well and a flower arrangement but still no sign of your husband.

You look around the kitchen and notice all the pots in the sink, smiling to yourself because you can already picture him around the kitchen. Jack is definitely not a cook, he has a hard time following your recipes, but it’s the thought that counts.

You see a little notepad sticking to the fridge door and head to it, “Went to pick up the kids.”

You start washing dishes and picking up the kitchen real quick, as soon as you put the last dish in the rack, you hear little footsteps running inside.

You smile and head to the living room, “Are those my babies?”

“Momma.”

“Mommy.”

Both kids tackle you to the floor and hug you. “Oh I missed you guys. How was your day with grandma?”

“It was so fun” Mia starts, “we painted and watched movies, then tio Clay came over and we played water balloon fight.”

You smile at that, brushing her hair out of her face. “That sounds like a fun day bug.”

Ez nods “it was super fun momma, but I missed you and daddy.”

“Well how about we all cuddle in bed and watch some movies huh?” You suggest, the kids start nodding in excitement.

“You two little monsters need to shower and head to bed early.” Jack says, reaching for the kids.

“But daddy, we wants cuddles and movies.”

“I know little man, but tomorrow we have a busy day, so head upstairs and get your towels. I’ll be there in a sec.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, staring at Jack but he doesn’t even look at you.

You stand up and smile down at the kids. “Háganle caso a su papá.”

“Fine.”

“Okay.” They both say and run away to do what their dad asked.

“What’s tomorrow?.”

“What?”

“You told them tomorrow is a busy day, what’s tomorrow?” You ask him.

He scoffs. “Tomorrow is our annual family trip.” He rolls his eyes. “You know, the one you’ve been planning since last year.”

“Shit, I totally forgot about that.” You groan and mentally slap yourself.

“Yeah I can tell, you’ve been doing that lately.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve been super busy with this album and I know that isn’t an excuse but-“

“Then don’t make it an excuse, I need you here, present with us. How many times did you give me shit for spending all my time working and not putting our family first?” He snaps.

“Jack-“ You shake your head, going up to him trying to wrap your arms around him but he pushes you off.

“You out of everyone should know how important it is to leave all that shit outside the door. When we’re here is for us and our kids. You haven’t been around to know that Ezequiel lost two teeth, or that Mia won her kickball game, a game she hates.”

“You’re making it sound like I’m a bad mom.” You whisper and wrap your arms around yourself.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” He takes a deep breath. “Balance and communication is all I’m asking for.”

“DADDY WE READY.” Ezequiel yells.

“On my way little man.” Jack yells back.

He turns to look at you, kissing your forehead. “I love you, you’re the love of my life and the mother of my kids. I’ve given you time to work on your projects, but you haven’t been here. We either find a way to fix this, fix us. Or there’s no more us.”

You snap your head his way. “W-what does that mean?”

“You know what it means.” He shrugs.

“You don’t understand, you think this is easy? You don’t know what I’m going through.” You snap with tears rolling down your face.

“Yeah because you don’t tell me anything anymore.” He replies sadly and walks out, heading to your kids.

“Because if you knew, you’d hate me.” You whisper after he leaves.

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harlowcomehome · 7 months

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Making it known:

Series link!

⚠️Content warning: Family arguments.

Jack spent the next few days moving from the kitchen table to the couch, to the bedroom on repeat. He had looked through the private donor binder numerous times and was still having difficulty narrowing it down.

He had decorated the edges of several pages with sticky notes, scribbling down his thoughts on every last one.

Jack's phone rang startling him as he had barely gotten any sleep the last few days. It was Clay wondering if he could come over for a bit, not providing any specifics.

Jack made sure to put the binder in his bedroom, knowing Clay would be over any minute.

The doorbell made Jack jump, as he walked over to the door to unlock it. He was antsy these days.

“Hey, man!”

“What’s up?” Jack sat on a bar stool, facing his younger brother.

Clay was flush in the face, covered in noticeable worry.

“I just need you to hear me out” he sat on the couch, still fairly close distance to where Jack was sitting.

“Okay, shoot” Jack turned to open a beverage silently offering Clay one from the mini fridge that sat on his counter.

Clay jumped back up, taking it from him and awkwardly swaying back in forth in front of him.

“Just say it” Jack narrowed his eyes at him as he took a sip.

“Mom and Dad are worried about you” he sighed, knowing Jack wasn’t going to like this conversation one bit. “I’m worried too.”

“Don’t tell me they sent you over here to spy on me? That’s a new low” Jack scoffed, sipping his drink.

“They didn’t! Nothing like that” Clay was being truthful even if it was hard for Jack to believe.

“Mom just called me today wondering if I had heard from you since the anniversary party. She said you’ve barely been answering your phone.”

“I do have a job, you guys know that right?” Jack was immediately defensive.

“Yeah, but you’ve been acting different since that day. Is it because of Naomi?”

“Naomi? Why would it be about Naomi?”

“Well, what’s going on? You never talk to me anymore. I thought things between us were fine and then you ignored everyone’s calls so what am I supposed to think? Mom called me crying because she thinks you’re being distant and I can’t even comfort her because I feel the same way.” Clay didn’t mean to babble for as long as he did but he was tired of his older brother being so secretive.

“Fuck” Jack's breath was shaky. “If I tell you about this. You have to promise not to tell Mom and Dad. Clayborn, I’m being so serious.”

“Dude come on, we aren’t kids anymore. You can trust me.”

Jack eyed his little brother up and down before standing up. “Stay here.”

Jack walked into his bedroom, grabbed the binder off his dresser, and took a deep breath before turning back to the living room.

Without saying a word he pointed to the couch instructing Clay to sit down and giving him the binder.

“What is this? A project?”

“Just open it and I’ll answer your questions then” Jack was growing frustrated but mainly because he was anxious.

“Egg donors?” Clay was visibly confused as his brow furrowed. He read some of the notes Jack had on the side of one of the pages and his eyes widened.

“I’m going to have a baby, and before you offer any advice, yes I’m sure.” He rolled his eyes before continuing “Nothing you say will change that. The timing is right, and I feel ready.”

Clay stood up, placing the binder down and practically body-slamming Jack as he hugged him. The two of them rarely hugged, but it was nice. Jack would never admit how much he needed it, but he did.

“Dude, this is a big deal. Congratulations.” They both took a seat on the couch.

“Why don’t you want to tell mom and dad though?”

“I do, but I want to do it the right way.”

“You know you need to call Mom right? Or she’ll show up here like I did and you’ll probably feel forced to tell her too.”

“I’ve been wanting to tell you, but we were busy with the party and then you got engaged and it didn’t seem right to tell you. I didn’t want to make it about me.”

“You’re my brother! You can tell me anything. Especially if I’m going to have a niece or nephew in the near future” Clay chuckled.

“I’ll call Mom and Dad and see if they’ll come to dinner tonight. You and Naomi want to come?”

“You want Naomi to be there?” Clay seemed surprised.

“If she’s marrying into this family, she’s got to be ready for it all” Jack shrugged. “I’ll invite Urban and Alessandra too.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll gasp and act surprised” Clay said half-jokingly.

****

Jack had a chef come and prepare a meal for dinner, with hors d’oeuvres, and dessert as well.

Once everything was ready, he walked around the house nervously, his palms were sweaty and he wanted to projectile vomit.

Urban and Alessandra arrived first, holding a bottle of wine. Jack gave Urban the green light to tell her what was going on before they showed up.

Alessandra wasn’t surprised, she hugged Jack immediately and explained that both she and Urban would be there in any way they could be.

“Right now, I need that to be here for me” Jack joked as he pointed to the wine bottle.

“Got you dude” Urban patted Jack's shoulder before walking to the kitchen to open the wine.

“Now I know you’re freaking out if you want to drink” Alessandra chuckled as Jack shoveled a crab cake into his mouth as Urban handed him a glass.

Clay and Naomi showed up next, and shortly after that followed Maggie and Brian.

Maggie gave Jack a big hug, making it evident that she missed him. “I’m so glad you decided to do dinner tonight babe” She rubbed his back before letting his dad greet him too.

Dinner started without a hitch, everyone was happy with the food served and conversation was flowing.

Maggie kept an eye on her eldest son, knowing with her mom instincts that something was on his mind.

When dessert was served, Jack stood up silently demanding the attention of everyone around him.

“I think Jack would like to say something” Brian commanded the room, silencing the loud conversations.

“Thanks, Dad” Jack smiled softly.

“You are all probably wondering why I asked you to be here on short notice or why I’ve been sweating through my clothes tonight” Jack lifted his arm to show the intense sweat stain underneath making Clay and Urban audibly laugh out loud.

“Ummm” he nervously chuckled. “I don’t know the right way to say this.”

Urban and Alessandra nodded, giving him their silent reassurance.

“I’ve been meeting with a surrogacy agency, and I’m going to have a baby. ”

“Jackman, I need you to explain” Brian’s look of disapproval was soul-crushing.

“So basically, I have to pick an egg donor and then I’ll have to meet with potential surrogates to carry the baby. The baby will be biologically mine.”

Brian scoffed and before he could speak Jack continued.

“I’m not getting any younger, I don’t have a partner. I want a family, and if I have to do it this way then I will.”

“You don’t have to be defensive honey, I just think your father is a bit shocked” Maggie tried to ease the tension, that everyone in the room so clearly felt.

“What about your career?”

“I have things taken care of” Jack cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes at his father.

“Money isn’t an issue, and neither is my time.”

“What do you know about raising a child? Especially on your own?” Brian asked, frustration clear in his voice.

“Dad-“ Clay warned, shooting him an embarrassed look.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t be supportive” Jack shook his head, sadly not surprised.

“I don’t have to hold your hand and approve of all your life choices just because I’m your father.”

“Nobody expected you to. My minds made up. I already made this choice without you. I’m not asking for your approval.” Jack shrugged.

“You’re being naïve.” Brian stood up, throwing his napkin down at the table.

“You’re being controlling” Jack barked back, leaning over the table he was still standing above. His knuckles white from gripping the table.

“Boys!” Maggie warned, the room growing silent. Brian sat down but Jack didn’t, trying to catch his breath as the room continued to spin.

“I think it’s a great idea and we will always support you!” Naomi was first to break the ice, as she watched her future brother-in-law's body tremble at the table's head chair.

She was worried he was going to faint, as she motioned for Clay to do something under the table.

Jack smiled at her softly as he watched his dads expression change dramatically realizing he was the odd one out.

Clay, Naomi, Urban, and Alessandra stood up, hugging Jack and trying to calm him down. Everyone was surrounding him as Maggie quickly joined them.

Brian had left the house, slamming the door behind him.

Maggie asked that she speak with Jack alone, going with him to his bedroom as the rest of the group whispered over dessert.

Jack couldn’t help but cry, he didn’t want to feel like what he was doing was “wrong” or “stupid” but his dad's disapproval was eating him alive.

“Honey, talk to me” Maggie begged as she sat beside him.

“I know that this” Jack gasped for breath, his body hiccuping as he tried to calm himself. “I know this is a big deal. I don’t take it lightly.”

“I know that! We know that. I know you wouldn’t decide this without thinking it through.”

“I’m sure this is what’s best for me.”

“Then it is! Your dad will come around. He just envisioned this differently.”

“Does he think I didn’t? I can’t just wait around and hope that something will happen Mom.”

“I know, I’ll talk to him” She hugged her son, rubbing his back as he continued to sob.

“For the record, I’m excited and I’ll be here every step of the way. Your dad will come around.”

“So you’re ready to be a grandma?” He wiped his face and nose, getting snot on the back of his hand.

“Let’s try our glam-ma first?” She teased, making Jack laugh through his tears. She handed him a tissue from his bedside table.

“Do you want to help me narrow down a donor?” Jack stood up, handing her the binder. He had narrowed it down to four and couldn’t decide from there.

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zjpg · 8 months

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just a girl

'birthday'

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[2020 - celebration posts + texts]

claire do you have something to tell me???? a secret lover perhaps??

addi huh??? oh! no lmfao fans just like shipping me with every man under the sun 😀😀

claire attractive men!

addi i don't trust your taste. you're dating my brother. besides, i'm here to race, not date.

claire ikik and i'm so happy for you. but you and arthur have been driving me nuts for the past 5 years.

addi nothing is going on between arthur and i !!!

claire 15th birthday. if i remember correctly, i gave you alcohol behind your moms back because you were sad that arthur couldn't make it to your bday. 16th birthday, the day after you slept over while your brother was away and i gave you wine, you told me you thought arthur was cute. age 17, arthur started talking to a girl and you got upset.

addi arthur IS cute. i tell him that all the times. and ofc i was upset about him not coming to my bday party!! the only reason i was upset about him talking to that girl was because she didn't want him talking to me. you've proven nothing.

claire charles didn't come either and you were only crying about arthur the whole night?? what about pierre?

addi what about him?

claire louis told me you used to like him??

addi omg clai, when i was 10😭😭 put me next to any blonde boy with the jb haircut when i was 10 and i would've sworn we were soulmates i love gasly, and i love arthur. but i've never seen myself dating either of them. esp not at the start of my career!

claire mhmmmm, you're so real for that blonde boy statement btw.

addi ikr, i had such a strong thing for blondes when i was younger.

claire i'm not done talking about these boys!

addi ofc you're not.

claire lando.

addi bestie.

claire false. since when has lando norris ever congratulated another driver on social media after a DNF?!?!!??!?!

addi he prob did it because i did on his first win.

claire flirting on twitch? facetime during lockdown???

addi flirting?? i wasn't flirting.

claire oh bby ofc you didn't. you and your brother share the same level of flirting skills. zero he was flirting, granted i don't think he is much of a pro when it comes to flirting either.

addi okay 1. rude. i can flirt.

claire no you can't.

addi and 2. he wasn't flirting.

claire denial denial denial. maybe there's nothing going on with pierre. maybe. (that man looks at you with the biggest fucking smile but that's my only evidence) but arthur and that british bitch? there's something there.

addi british bitch😭😭 there's nothing there but friendship 🥰

claire mhmmm whatever you say. i'm rooting for arthur.

addi why-

claire arthur's a cutie patootie

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addilynleblanc happy birthday my forever friend❤️❤️❤️

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charles_leclerc i love you dearly -> addilynleblanc i love you more, charlie

arthur_leclerc the last three images, you're making the same face hahahaha -> addilynleblanc we are the same person🫡

user1 everyone say thank you addi for these pictures.

user2 the pic of them together when they were little 🥹🥹🥹 -> lori.rynolds.leblanc She will murder me, but Charles was her first kiss😊😊 -> addilynleblanc mama! -> landonorris Aweeeee

nolanleblanc Happy birthday Cha! -> charles_leclerc thank you!

pierregasly Why is he in a closet? -> arthur_leclerc Intense game of hide and seek.

user3 i love how you added pics with jules and arthur as well🥹

user4 you used to be blonde??? -> louisjuliusleblanc She ruined her hair when she was 13.

addi it's 12 am. happy birthday charlie. i love you did i beat arthur this year?

charlesthank you chérie❤️ i love you too and yes you did

addi SCORE!!!!

charles lol speaking of... is there something you wanna tell me?

addi noooo not you too🥲 did nolan or claire talk to you??

charles clair and louis this time. but louis was drunk so he didn't make any sense.

addi sounds about right. nothing is going on with me and arthur. or me and pierre. or me and lando.

charles lando's a new one. you've already told me how you feel about pierre before. does that still stand?

addi yes.

charles idk why you never talked to him about that?he was confused for so long.

addi idk how he could be. i don't wanna talk about him.

charles okay. what about arthur then? nothing going on at all?

addi why? do you know something i don't?

charles if i did would it make a difference?

addi probably not.

charles because you don't like him at all or because of something else?

addi because i told myself i would focus on my career i don't want to lose focus.

charles i've never seen you lose focus in anything but math class. having feelings and dating people won't make you lose focus, take it from me. charlotte and i are doing just fine.

addi too bad your strategist is fucking you over😁

charles addilyn. i'm being serious.

addi lando's cute and sweet. but i still don't know enough about him. arthur and i grew up together, he was my first friend, he used to tattle on the kids in karting who would bully me. i don't want to ruin the life long relationship that's there. and then pierre... yeah. i also just don't think i'm ready.

charles okay, chérie. that's fine. but don't suck up all your feelings. that's when you'll start to lose focus.

lando Hey! Wyd right now?

addi i was gonna watch a movie and then facetime charlotte to talk about charles' birthday

lando Sounds boring Wanna play COD??

addi sure, why not.

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sapphoscorner · 3 months

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Edit: please reblog this with some information about demisexuality, I did make a mistake here by saying "Cove doesn't understand sexual attraction" he does, so my bad on that part

SO, I usually don't get too involved in fandom discourse, but with how Baxter fans are acting about the loss in the MDDB I snapped and decided we should have a talk.

(This turned out longer than expected so more under the cut. I BEG YOU TO READ THIS AND TOP UNDERSTAND WHERE THE ANGER AND FRUSTRATION COME FROM.

This is all over place, I tried my best to make this as comprehensible as possible)

Specifically I want to talk about this fandom obsession with him and how, is getting to a point where people are legitimately re-writing the game and erasing Cove existence to have this fucking man instead.

And look, I want to say that I get the appeal, I do, but I don't because Baxter's route is genuinely the worst written one out of the three; Compared to Cove's and Derek's (and Derek treatment in the fandom is a WHOLE OTHER ISSUE) is really not. I'm not here to judge one taste, I am here to tell you that your love for him is ridiculous.

It is genuinely ridiculous how much popular he has gotten and so many of you are forgetting about Cove and how important he is to the story, and generally how he is important to a lot of marginalized people. Some of you keep forgetting that Cove is autistic and demiseuxal and that is such a rare representation to see and it is already erased in the fandom (especially his autism), but now is even more erased because people are grabbing everything that makes Cove Cove, and are applying it to Baxter.

That is also not touching the fandom treatment of Derek and how overly criticize his route his compared to Baxter's, like...DEREK'S PARENTS ARE GETTING MORE SHIT THAT BAXTER CANONICAL BIGOTED PARENTS LOL, WHAT IS THIS?? Are you guys serious?? I've seen a fanfic with Irene being transphobic, why the fuck would someone write that when Baxter's mom is right there?

And Derek shitty treatment doesn't end here because people are straight up erasing the guy and not ?? talking about on how well written he is ?? He is not erased sorry, he's forgotten, no one cares about him. And when people care is a) rare or b) so criticize to the point where is no longer a criticism but just you bitching about it.

And it doesn't end there! Baxter is so talked about that people are more interested in him making a cameo in OL:N&F than the main characters of that game, THAT'S HOW THINGS HAVE GOTTEN, We've gotten to a point where people cares more about some white man than Qiu or Tamarack, which are way more interesting than him as characters but neither of them are white skinny man so lol, who cares about them.

AND TO TOP THIS SHITSHOW IT SOMEHOW GETS WORSE FROM HERE BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T EVEN ARE CARE ABOUT THE INTERESTING ASPECTS OF BAXTER'S CHARACTER!!

Everyone is molding him like clay to create this, confident rich white boy when he is not?? and that's...the whole point of his route?? That he shouldn't need to put up this mask and to actually be a fucking human being?? THE FACT THAT HE IS A QUEER KID WHO HAD TO CUT OFF HIS PARENTS AND HAD TO BE INDEPENDENT FROM THEM AND LEARNING TO NOT DEPENDENT ON HIS PARENTS? (monetarily wise that is)

And like, people forget the man is queer, he is queer, he's a queer person who had to hide who he is to his parents and then had to cut them out for his own sanity, and no one mentions it.

The fandom as a whole erases queer identities,when this game is literally made FOR queer people don't you love it when straight people come into our spaces and erase our identities lol, that is a problem that more people should acknowledge, alongside the fact that Baxter's stans have taken over this safe space, overtook the main love interest, and ignore the genuine interesting aspects of Baxter's character to make him their own little doll they can play with and not appreciate a guy who is trying to learn how to stop being that mask everyone in the fandom has fallen over.

And I know, I know , I will get shit for daring to go against your favorite white boy, but consider that some of us played this game because an autistic character was in it, consider that this game is queer friendly and the fandom is also erasing that queerness to make horny fan fiction**, consider that some of us fond comfort in Derek and Cove's story and now we see everyone overtaking their stories by a white boy (that you can find in every other game), consider that his talk is tiring, consider also the fact that Baxter is technically queer and no one ever talks about it, consider that this game was a safe space for marginalized people and now it no longer feels that way

**with horny fanfiction I mean people re-writing Cove whole personality (and sexuality if we're being honest here) and making him this...horny big man when...he is not? He got stressed out by simply having to share a bed with MC, he's extremely shy around the subject of sex and he gets incredibly nervous about it.

I personally think that is due of both his queerness and autism (and yeah his personality, but autism affects ones personality so lol, sue me) since demisexuality means he genuinely doesn't understand how people can feel sexual attraction, and mixing that with autism means he probably doesn't understand the SOCIAL pressure around sex and having sex.

Granted that's speculation on my part but as someone who is (probably) autistic and asexual I can tell that, at least a majority feels this way and Cove is literally is the type to have this kind of mentality, he does not understand how Baxter can flirt with him after mere seconds of knowing each other

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defbotboy · 22 days

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Hidden Markings

“Take off your shirt.” You slammed the door to Getou’s room and stood blocking the way to the entrance with your hands on your hips.

He was used to this by now.

Sighing, he looks at you warily and says, “Don’t barge into random people’s rooms demanding to see them shirtless Y/N. Weird rumours will start.”

“Shut up. I saw the tattoo peeking out when you reached for the curry at the table. I haven’t seen this before. You got a new tattoo and didn’t even tell me!”

“You little pervert. Peeking down shirts. I’m telling your mom.”

He hides a smile. You’ve always been a little weirdo since you both were small. He didn’t really mind it much anymore. It was…entertaining. You were amusing. That’s all. He tried to convince himself. Nothing more than a fascination with a weird little person who keeps trying to make him take his shirt off. He just also wished you’d try other strategies to get him out of his clothes. There is a much more effective way.

“If you tell my mom I’ll tell her it was you who took me to get my ears pierced. She’s still mad about it you know,” you say as you inch towards Getou. Hands outstretched and tugging at the hem of his black t-shirt.

How could he get a new tattoo and not tell you. Has going to college changed him? Does he not want to hang around highschool kiddies anymore, you wondered.

It made you feel smaller in his life. You had known each other since you were kids. He was a year older and your neighbour. You both had gotten close when your ever busy parents used to drop you off at his house when they were working and needed someone to take care of you.

Getou has his back turned away from you and was fiddling with the tiny clay cat on his tabletop (a childhood gift from you on his birthday) and was wondering how a cat could look so hideous for what was not the first time when he felt you sliding his t-shirt up.

Quickly swatting your hands away, he turns and raises a cheeky eyebrow. It’s really not that he minds you doing this, he just likes seeing you lose your mind after not being allowed to do something.

You also looked delectable when you were pouting and he wouldn’t miss out on a chance to see it after being away from home for so long because of college.

As he predicted, a most beautiful cross between a scowl and a pout takes over your features and he resists the urge to reach over and squish your face in his hand.

Instead he grins and says, “Aren’t you eighteen now? You can get a tattoo legally speaking you know. That way you can just peek down your own shirt with minimal risk for a sexual harassment suit.”

You snort.

“What does turning eighteen have anything to do with it? It was perfectly legal for me to get piercings and my mom still flipped out when I got them. If I get a tattoo she just might disown me.”

You inch closer to Getou once more, hands outstretched comically. He reaches out and traps them between his own and twists them so that you’re now trapped between his chest and arms with your hands still bound by his.

You look up to see him grinning down and you roll your eyes. All attempts to leave the hold is useless as you thrash around. His arms envelop you firmly but it almost upsets you how you seem to not mind it. You need to get out of it before you start losing your mind for real. There are thoughts in territories you’ve strictly barred yourself from entering that are now emerging once again as you feel his warmth spread through you.

You look up at him once more. You lower your voice and say, “Getou.”

He stops grinning at the tone of your voice and looks down. You look serious. He wonders if you can hear his heart thudding against his chest. You motion him to bring his face down. He does.

You twist yourself in the little space he’s allowed you and reach on your tiptoes to meet the shell of his ear.

Your breath burns his ears and you can see it turning red. You smile and whisper, “If you don’t let me go now, I’ll use the forbidden move and knee you straight in your dick.”

You felt his grip slacken and grinned triumphantly. But it was a hasty victory celebration.

His grip loosened and his hands came to rest on your waist from behind.

Your face was now on fire.

“Wha-“

Getou threw you onto his bed and you felt your head slam into the soft mattress.

“You asshole,” you spat out in between giggling. Throwing a pillow at him, you got yourself up on your elbows.

He was laughing now, you had the overwhelming urge to reach over and throw yourself over him again.

Behave yourself, you admonish yourself and bite your lower lip in protest against the myriad of sinful thoughts occupying you.

Did he get broader? You don’t remember his shoulders looking that…

The hold on your lower lip tightened. Getou seems to be transfixed by it.

Something inside him snaps when he sees the look in your eyes as you take him in with your lower lip caught between your teeth. He wants to take your lips between his too.

He places one knee on the bed and leans forward. You don’t stop him as he reaches his hand towards your lips and slowly traces it with his long callused fingers. Your eyes shut and Getou takes that as permission.

He leans and softly, as if still testing the water, presses his lips against yours. You lift your arms and bring it to his shoulders, running one hand through the back of his hair and letting the other rest on his back.

He breaks away. You reluctantly open your eyes. It feels embarrassing to meet his hot gaze.

So, you turn away from it. Choosing to run your hand underneath his t-shirt. You can see the lines of his tattoo begin near the back of his neck and you lightly scratch at it with your nail. He was a work of art.

Getou makes a strangled noise at your actions. Your heart drops when he stops your hand.

Does he not like it when I touch him?

He sees the look on your face and he leans in once again and kisses you reassuringly. Breaking away he says, “Relax. I only stopped to fulfill your freaky fantasies.”

You can feel the heat spread down to your neck as he grins at you wickedly.

And he does what you asked of him. He takes his shirt off.

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Do you have tips on writing lullabies? It's for a mom character from my story who often sings lullabies to her kid. I'm not exactly the best at writing song lyrics, so I would appreciate some tips on writing lullabies.

Tips on Writing Lullabies

First, I want to say that most traditional lullabies like Rock-a-Bye Baby, Hush-a-Bye, and Hush Little Baby are in the public domain, meaning that it's okay for you to use them in your story. If your story is set in our world, you may just want to have your character sing a traditional lullaby rather than writing your own. Just double-check that the song isn't anachronistic and that it is, in fact, in the public domain.

If you're writing a story set in an imaginary world, or there's some other reason why you feel an original lullaby would make more sense, it helps to understand a little bit of what lullabies actually are. The earliest known lullaby was recorded on a clay tablet in cuneiform script 4,000 years ago in Babylon, what is now modern-day Iraq. Like many lullabies over the centuries, it is a little dark and comes with a message for the baby: essentially, stop crying or you'll wake up the house demon. Many researchers believe that part of the function of a lullaby is to help the parent vocalize their fears in relation to the baby, whether that fear is related to the baby's mortality, the potential danger of crying (attracting predators or angering others), or even more personal concerns bothering the mother.

So, a good place to start is with your story's setting... where does the parent character live? Where did they grow up? What concerns do they have or might their parents have had (or the parents of that town/village/culture) that would make it into a lullaby?

For example, let's say you're writing a fantasy and the parent character comes from a village at the foot of a mountain range where mining is the primary industry, and heavy rains fall in the winter months which sometimes create dangerous conditions in the mine. From here you can imagine a parent sitting at home, rocking their baby to sleep while they wait for the other parent to return from the mines... but because it's raining, there's now the fear that the other parent won't return because the rains are so dangerous. How might that translate into a song? How might the parent vocalize these fears in some way to the child?

Some other things to keep in mind are the typical sound and structure of a lullaby:

-- 6/8 time signature with no more than 5 notes is common -- slow, melodic tones reminiscent of a heartbeat -- rhythm that works with rocking or gentle swinging -- few words, repeated over and over

You might even look at existing lullabies and use them as a template. Let's say I want to create my miner-related lullaby using Twinkle Twinkle Little Star as a guide:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

So, maybe it could be something like...

Rain, rain, the winter rain Mother's in the mines. May she find her way to you her darling Valentine. Rain, rain, the winter rain Father's turn will come. May the sun be shining soon, for now the day is done. It's simple and it tells a little story... these parents take turns working in the mines, and it's dangerous work. The parent left behind is always hoping the other parent will make it home to them, and that the rain will stop so it's not so dangerous.

Another example worth noting is the lullaby from The Hunger Games, Deep in the Meadow. (You can read the lyrics here.) This lullaby is lighthearted on the surface... it paints a beautiful picture of a meadow where the child will be safe and loved. But the darker undertone is that the meadow is the safe place while the rest of the world the child lives in is not safe, and that obviously hearkens to the specific world that Katniss and her family grew up in.

And while we're on the subject, although it's not a lullaby, the ballad The Hanging Tree, also from The Hunger Games, has a similar origin in terms of matching theme to setting. (You can read about it here, CW for dark themes.)

I hope that will help you figure out a lullaby for your story!

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Hi! Can I get a Conrad imagine where Conrad and the reader are secretly dating because she’s Steven and Belly’s sister. Steven told Jeremiah and Conrad that his sisters were off limits. Belly and they’re parents are the only ones that know of course. One day Steven catches Conrad and the reader kissing and gets mad!

It's more than that || Conrad Fisher x reader

warnings: slight smut if you squint

"You have no idea how bad I want to kiss you right now." Conrad whispers in your ear.

You're thankful Steven and Jeremiah were too distracted by the game they were playing to notice Conrads mouth so close to your ear or the blush that creeped on your face because it would be a dead give away that something was going on between you two.

Belly and your moms knew about your relationship with Conrad and supported it, Susannah going as far as to say she wouldn't want to lose Conrad to anyone else. But you both knew Steven would lose his shit if he ever found out you two were together, so you kept it a secret.

It slightly annoyed you, your brother being so overprotective towards you and Belly. You could remember Steven all through the years telling Jeremiah and Conrad that you and Belly were off limits. And you knew he was serious about it. You didn't want to ruin Conrad and Stevens friendship, so you and Conrad agreed to keep it a secret.

It normally didn't bother you as much as it was currently. You and Conrad were both impatiently waiting for Jeremiah and Steven to leave to Clays party, so you could have a movie marathon without being anxious you two would get caught cuddling or kissing on the couch.

You hear Steven ask Jeremiah for another rematch and you suck in a deep breath trying hard to mask your annoyance. "I thought you guys were supposed to be going to a party?" you finally ask, hoping you didn't sound too desperate to get them to leave.

They pay it no attention as Jeremiah pulls out his phone to check the time. "We should probably get going, we're already an hour late." he tells Steven.

"You sure you don't want to come, dude?" Steven asks while grabbing his shoes and sliding them on.

Conrad shakes his head. "Nah I'm going to go to bed soon. I got to be up early to meet Cleveland."

Steven nods and stands to leave with Jeremiah. "I'll let you slide this time but the next party your ass is coming with."

Conrad laughs softly and nods his head. "Will do, you guys have fun."

You both watch them leave and as soon as the door shuts, Conrad waste no time trapping you beneath him on the couch. His eagerness makes you giggle slightly too loud, but neither of you cared at the moment.

"Finally got you all to myself." he mumbles against your mouth before kissing you deeply.

You immediately kiss him back, moaning at the feeling of his mouth against yours. He uses this to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Your hands and mouths were roaming all over each other's bodies too consumed with each other to hear the sound of the door opening.

"What the fuck?" Steven shouts. Your eyes snap open as you jump in horror at the sound of his voice. Conrad quickly gets off of you and stands up, helping you up as well.

"Steven, it's not what it looks like." you say walking over to him until your face to face.

"Oh really? Because it looks to me that my sister and one of my best friends are hooking up on the fucking couch. How long has this been going on for?" Steven snaps.

"Since the beginning of the summer." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper but you can tell he heard you by his facial expression. He somehow managed to look more pissed than when he walked in.

"I told you to leave my sister alone, why was that so fucking hard for you to listen to?" Steven yells yet again. Before he can say anything to Steven, Jeremiah opens the front door.

"Woah, what's going on here?" Jeremiah asks shutting the door behind him.

"Conrad and y/n are fucking around." Steven answers him. Jeremiah looks at both Conrad and I confused.

Conrad rolls his eyes at this. "We aren't fucking around, it's more than that."

This doesn't seem to make Steven any less angry though. "Tell me why I shouldn't kick your ass right now?"

"Quit being immature." you snap. "You have no right to be acting this way, mine and Conrads relationship is none of your business."

Steven snorts. "You've been gogo gaga for him all your life and he's never spared you a glance until now. Do you really think he's actually into you all of a sudden? He's just using you, how about you stop being the immature one and realize that."

"Quit speaking on shit you don't know about." Conrad is the one to snap this time. "I always had feelings for her, I just didn't say anything to her about it because you always gave Jeremiah and I shit about if we tried anything with your sisters. I want to be with her, she wants to be with me too. Deal with it."

Steven goes quiet. You watch as he makes his way to the coffee table and grabs his phone, the reason he must have come back inside. He pushes past before opening the front door and leaving.

"For what it's worth, I think you two are good together." Jeremiah says shooting you a small smile. You attempt to smile back at him before he walks out the door, following Steven.

You take a deep breath and turn to face Conrad who was standing right next to you, looking down at you. "Are you alright?" he asks concern lacing his words. You nod before wrapping your arms around him. He wraps his around yours instantly pulling you into his chest.

"We should probably just go to sleep." you mumble. Conrad nods, taking your hand in his and leading you guys upstairs into his room.

You were in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal with Belly, telling her what had happened with Steven the night before when he walks in. The two of you immediately fall silent and he doesn't say anything either.

You scoot out your chair, going to put your bowl in the sink when Steven speaks up. "Can we talk?"

"Why? Want to yell some more at me about how I'm immature for being with the guy I love?" you say bitterly. Steven frowns before shaking his head no.

Belly smirks at you, before getting up to put her own bowl away. "I'm going to go get ready to swim. Try not to kill him before I'm back."

"No promises." you reply.

You sigh before going to sit back down at the table across from him. "Speak." you tell him.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you. To both of you." Steven starts. "I just- I just don't want things to change any more than they already are."

You nod your head at him in understanding. You knew what he meant; things were changing. Everyone was going to college soon and coming here every summer was probably coming to an end. You can't say you didn't worry about it too.

"I get it." you tell him. "But things are going to change regardless of if you want them to or not. Conrad and I really love each other, Steven. That isn't going to change anything."

"It does though. But in a good way. I thought about it a lot of last night. I can't lie, I was pissed but I overreacted. You and him both seemed a lot happier this summer. I just didn't put two and two together. I'm happy for you both, truly."

You smile before getting back up from the kitchen table and reaching over to give him a hug.

"Just please don't let me walk in on you guys doing anything. Seeing you two last night was traumatizing enough as it is."

You pull away from Steven and laugh. "Deal."

"Does this mean you no longer want to kill me?" you hear Conrad ask as he walks into the kitchen.

Steven nods his head before apologizing to Conrad. You watch them do a handshake and smile relieved that you and Conrad no longer have to keep your relationship a secret.

Idk if you'll like this but I tried aha <3

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Last Supper

Summary :The Final installment of Not What It Seems. 18+. The night after Change of Heart. All secrets of the last few years are presented and a final judgment is made. Twelve sit down but not all stand back up. Usual show disclaimers, past DV/SA brought up but no detail.

Tag List:@callsignwidow @danzer8705

"Sorry were late" you called as you and Juice walked in hand and hand to the dining room where most of the club was seated with Halfsack following close behind. "No worries sweetheart " stated Gemma as she gave you a half hug as she shared a look with Clay. You and Juice being a thing was not something they had known about and that worried her. "Could have called" stated Clay from his seat at the head of the table. "Lot of things people could have done yet didn't" you replied meeting his steely gaze until he looked away. You weren't the same scared little girl who just did what you told. Now you were a full blown problem and was ready to bring the fires of hell down upon this " family".

"Car accident?" Inquired Jax as he watched the three of you sit down. Your eyes flicked up to meet his before moving to Chibs who gave a slight nod to let you know he had already told him about the conversation last night. "This time" you replied with a smile as your eyes slid over to Clay who was glaring at you. "Hunny, where is that grand baby of mine? " inquired Gemma as she tried to defuse the tension that was building in the room. This was what she had always worried would happen. Especially after the conversation when you came back home. You were going to destroy them all.

"None of your concern where my son is" you snipped as you sent her a smile that could kill. "Don't talk to your mother like that" growled Clay as he leaned forward on the table pointing at you. "Or what Clay?" you questioned as you tilted your head your eyes daring him to say anything. "Enough" stated Gemma as she set the main course down with a clatter.

Everyone was eating in silence when Jax set his fork down and spoke. "Anyone have anything they want to say?" he inquired as he leaned back in his chair. "Amazing dinner as always Gem" stated Tig with a laugh unsure what the building tension in the air was about. "Very good" agreed Bobby as he glanced at Clay and then to Piney. "Not the only thing of my mom's you like tasting huh?" Laughed Jax darkly as Gemma dropped her fork mouth agape in shock. "Not sure what you mean man" laughed Tig as he did his best not to look at Gemma or Clay.

"Interesting. Well maybe my mom or wife have something to say? Maybe about someone's car accident that wasn't a fucking car accident" snapped Jax slamming his fist down on the table. At this point no one was eating as they glanced around the table. "Unser, upstanding officer of the law do you want to tell me about that night?" Inquired Jax as he stood up shaking Tara's hand off him as tears trailed down her face. "What about you Piney? Care to tell me anything about my best friend? Bobby how about you? I'm sure you would like to tell me about hush money right?" he continued as he made his way around the table slowly.

Jax walked around the table coming to a stop behind you making Juice tense. "Relax" stated Jax as he patted Juice on the shoulder. "Your good for her. It's why I never said anything about yalls sneaking around." He continued catching both of you by surprise. "I'm a bit pissed you let her run off for six years and told me you had no idea where she was. I get why you did it now" stated Jax as he looked at Gemma as tears started to spill down her cheeks.

"Mom why don't you start the truth train. Since your the reason we got here in the first place. With my supposed baby sister plotting to kill all of us" stated Jax as he moved to stand behind Gemma his hand on her shoulder tight. Clay gave a laugh at that. "She wouldn't dream of it". He stated as he folded his arms over his chest. Jax grinned before speaking again. "If you broke my mom's no weapons during family dinner rule please place your piece on the table" stated Jax as he looked around the seated people. "They wouldnt" started Clay as he heard Chibs grunt as he set his gun on the table next to his whiskey glass before picking it up and sipping it casually.

He was quickly followed by Halfsack, you and Juice. "Almost forgot" murmured Jax as he pulled his gun out placing it against Gemmas head making her grab the table as her eyes widened. "So mom. Whose my sister's real dad?" asked Jax as everyone else sat silent. "Tig" whispered Gemma as she sobbed into her hands as Clay turned on Tig. "What the hell" snapped Clay in disbelieve as Tig looked down at the table.

"Alright. We are getting some where. Now Tig who killed Donna?" Inquired Jax as he pointed the gun at him. "Me" gulped Tig as he looked at Jax. "Who were you suppose to kill?" asked Jax next. "Opie... I was suppose to kill Opie that night on club orders" stated Tig as he closed his eyes sick at the memory. "Weird Piney isn't it because I don't remember the club voting on that" inquired Jax as he moved to stand behind him.

"Tara. Tell me what happened to my sister that night." ordered Jax as he walked behind her. Tara looked at Gemma but stayed silent. "I asked a question Tara" stated Jax as he leaned down turning her face to his. "She was in an accident" stated Tara quietly. "Interesting. Given your medical knowledge is it typical of car accidents to get you pregnant against your will? inquired Jax his eyes full of a hate she had never seen before. When she didn't respond he moved to stand behind Halfsack. "What did you see that night" asked Jax.

"Juice asked me to pick her up because her car broke down. When I got there I saw Opie ride away and she was facedown in the dirt next to her car. She was bloody, bruised, unconscious and it was obvious what Opie had done." replied Halfsack uncomfortable at having to recall that night. "Thank you. See how easy that was Tara?" asked Jax as he moved back behind you. "Tell me about that night Opie was killed" stated Jax. "I came here and through a fit after I found out I was pregnant. Clay had Bobby give me money to keep quite. I put a hit out on him. My only regret is I wish it had been longer" you replied as you looked down at the table and slid your hand onto your gun.

This night was only ever going to end in one of two ways. "Does everyone feel better? Knowing that they can die without anything left unsaid?" inquired Jax as he walked back towards Clay. "Jax you " started Tara before a gunshot silenced her and she slumped forward. She was quickly followed by Gemma, Clay, Unser, Bobby, Piney and Tig. The smell of gun powder filled the air and the blood flowed off the table in streams.

Twelve sat down and five stood up and walked away. A charter reborn.

The End

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Self-Made Man

I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair Visit my old teachers and tell 'em to take care I might take a whip instead of paying the plane fare I still remember the way there

Requested by the lovely @harlowcomehome

Artwork by me; please do not use for any reason

Jack was forever grateful for the city that made him. Louisville raised him when he was just a kid handing out his mixtapes in the hallways of Highland Middle School, and had his back as he became one of the biggest rappers in the world over the past couple of years. While a lot of rappers rep their hometown from afar, Jack returned to his birthplace with the intention of putting the city on his back and giving back to the community that accepted him with open arms.

Your relationship with Jack was getting serious, the two of you were practically living together five months into your relationship, and he knew he was ready to take the next step and invite you to visit his hometown. You were apprehensive to say the least, but agreed to his proposition. All you cared about was making a good impression with his family; you knew how much his family meant to him, and he rarely made big life decisions without their input. You felt like your relationship was dependent on this trip going well.

****

Ironically, Jack was nervous about this visit for the opposite reason. He really wanted his friends and family to make a good impression on you. He really wanted you to love Louisville as much as he did, because he saw the two of you settling down there together.

He figured if he could show you some of Louisville's landmarks and institutions around town, where some of his best memories were made, you would start to see the potential in the place he called home. He planned the whole day out, including a trip down memory lane to his favorite spots in the city.

It was only the first day and things were starting to go sideways; his mom had hogged most of the morning going through her stacks of scrapbooks over breakfast, all full of memories from Jack and Clay's childhood.

"Oh, this is one of my favorites!" Maggie handed you the photograph across the dining room table, of Jack standing in his canary yellow little league uniform, complete with high socks and baseball cap. "He was so nervous to play, he ended up running the wrong direction around the bases." Jack's face turned red as you let out a quiet chuckle, patting his leg in sympathy.

"Are you done embarrassing me, ma? We've already been through the baby books. Y/N has already been forced to look at my baby booty, and its not even 10am." He ran a nervous hand through his curls, shifting in his seat.

"What? Nothing she hasn't seen already, I'm sure." Maggie shrugged, slipping the photo back into the plastic protective sheet.

"Oh my god", Jack turned to you, his face pitiful, "If you care about me at all, we will leave right now."

****

You barely got a chance to slip on your shoes and say bye to Maggie and Brian as Jack was ushering you out to his car. He took a deep breath, taking his time to adjust his rear view mirror before looking at you. "I'm sorry about my mom. I told her to ease you into it, and for some reason she thought that meant showing you all of my elementary school photos."

You chuckled, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the lips, your hand cradling his face. "I loved it." you whispered, your gaze remaining on Jack's lips as you parted. "Yeah?", he teased, his hand slowly crawling up your thigh, brushing against your lower stomach. You nodded, running your fingers along his beard.

"How did I get so lucky to find you?" You could barely get the words out, Jack placing kisses along your jawline. "Well, I like to think it was just a stroke of luck. For you of course, not me." You gave him a smile, patting his cheek. "Now, tell me what you have planned for us today, babe."

"Well, baby girl, today, you're going to get the best tour from a true Louisville native, someone who knows this city like the back of his hand."

"Oh, is Urban joining us?" You stifled a laugh as Jack's face dropped. "Very funny. If you can't respect my knowledge of the River City, I guess you don't need this gift I got you." He reached behind his seat, pulling a plastic bag into his lap. "Thank you baby. You didn't have to get me anything." You pulled out a brown box, the inside containing an instant polaroid camera.

"I asked Urban to pick one out for you, since I know nothing about photography, but I thought it would be a good way to capture some of today." Jack explained, looking at your face for a response. The camera was about the size of your hand, and a bright baby blue, your favorite color. "It's perfect, Jack. I love it." You raised the camera to your face, snapping a quick pic of Jack's face. He squinted as his eyes adjusted to the flash, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I can't give you a tour if you blind me, baby."

****

The first stop of Jack's unofficial tour of Louisville: Bloom Elementary School in the Highlands. School was out for the summer for a couple more weeks so you the grounds were empty. The two of you walked hand and hand to the playground, Jack leading you to the swings. He pushed you as you let your legs sway back and forth, feeling the breeze against your face.

"I had my first kiss back in 2nd grade with Becca Thompson on these swings." He slowed your swing, taking a seat next to you. "Oh really? Where is Becca now?" You teased, playfully pushing him away from you.

"Last I heard she was living out in Colorado or something with three kids." Jack messed with the hem of your jacket, running the zipper through his fingers. He stood up, pulling you to your feet. "I also had the best kiss of my life right here." He pointed to the ground, your gaze following his hand.

You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips. "I thought this was a tour of Louisville, not Jack's conquests. Now what was this girls' name?" Jack crashed his lips with yours before you could get another word out, leaving you breathless. Your eyes were still closed when he stepped back, a smile creeping on his face as he watched you come back to reality. "Yeah, I was right. Definitely the best kiss of my life." You were truly dumbfounded for a second, but you couldn't help but chuckle.

"You're really something, Mr. Harlow. Say cheese." You held the camera up, pressing the button to memorialize what was also the best kiss of your life.

****

Your next stop: Book and Music Exchange on Bardstown Road.

"What up, Chris?" Jack greeted the owner as he walked behind you through the threshold of the retro book and music store. You browsed the aisles for a couple of your favorite books and records, noticing a couple copies of Jack's CDs among the other greats.

"I have something I wanna show you." Jack took your hand, leading you to the back of the store. You watched him as he searched with his fingers over the wood of the shelves, dropping to his knees when he realized it was no longer at eye level. He stopped at the last shelf in the very end of the book collection.

Carved into the woods were the words:

I'm gonna be the biggest rapper out of Louisville, (signed) JH

"We used to come here after school, and everyone would write their wish on the back of here." You grazed your fingers over the messy writing, feeling butterflies in your stomach.

"Oh Jack, what a dream come true."

He truly was a self-made man. Everything he had wished and worked for had come to fruition and you couldn't have been more proud of everything accomplished.

"I'm pretty sure it's magic." Jack whispered, standing back up. You snapped a picture of the words, smiling as the photo developed in your hands.

"Y/N, I have something I want to show you." You heard Chris call for you from the front of the store.

"Go, I'll be right there." Once you were out of sight, Jack pulled a pen out of pocket. He gently carved into the wood like he had done as a kid, relying on the wood to preserve his wish. Once he was done, he blew away the wood shavings, quietly reading the words back to himself.

Jack Harlow + Y/N Y/L/N Forever

"Don't forget, you're supposed to be magic, okay?"

****

The hours passed by quickly as Jack took you to a few more of his favorite spots:

Morris' Deli where you tried Ale 8 for the first time, and resolved that you just really weren't made for such a strong drink. "It'll put hair on your chest", Jack joked as he watched you choke on the liquid. Jack took a picture of you taking a bite of your first sandwich from the popular spot.

The 21C Museum Hotel, where you walked around the art exhibits in the lobby. "They change it every night, so its like the art moves around when you're not looking." Jack took you to the penthouse, where he got the inspiration to write 21C off of his sophomore album. You took a photo of Jack in front of the gold statue erected by the hotel's entrance.

"Jack, why aren't you stopping?", you asked as Jack barely slowed down in front of his old high school, keeping the car moving.

"I may or may not have graffitied the side of the school the night of my graduation. I haven't stepped foot in there since." He shielded his face from view as he picked up speed. You took a picture of the school's entrance through the window, the photo coming out blurry.

****

Your final stop on the Louisville tour: Big Rock Park, 15 minutes east of the heart of the city.

The park was packed with families having picnics and kids playing on the expansive grassy areas. Jack bought the both of you ice creams from a local vendor and you sat down in a shady area underneath a large oak tree.

"You've got something right here." Jack motioned on his face, pointing out a little bit of chocolate that was stuck to the side of your mouth. "Where?" You grabbed a napkin, attempting to wipe it away but having no luck.

"Here, I've got it." Jack's words trailed off as he wiped the chocolate off of your face with his thumb, cleaning his finger off on his jeans. "Thank you." You smiled, your fingers crawling towards Jack's hand, your fingers slowly intertwining. With your treats finished, Jack laid on his back, one arm propped behind his head. He pulled you down to lay against his chest.

"So, how did I do? Are you moving to Louisville now?" He knew he was pushing his luck by asking you flat out, but he thought he made a pretty convincing tour guide. You giggled, resting your chin on his chest as you pushed his curls out of his face.

"I've got to say, its growing on me." Jack chuckled, rubbing your back. "Growing on you, huh? I'll take it." You could his heart start to race as you laid your ear against his chest. You snapped a picture of Jack snoozing in the shade once he had closed his eyes.

****

Time had gotten away from you and the sun had set as you drove back to his parent's house. Jack pulled into the driveway, turning off the engine.

"I had a really good time, Jack. Thank you so much for showing me the place you love so much." You gave him a quick peck, but he wouldn't let you go, pulling you in by the back of your neck. "Come back here." You could feel his smile against your lips as he kissed you, Jack pulling your bottom lip into his mouth as he teased your skin with his fingers.

"We promised your mom we'd have dinner." Jack groaned, leaning his forehead against your chest. "I was gonna show you the best part of the tour. The part where you get to have car sex with Louisville's biggest rapper. It's exclusive, not everyone gets to do it." You chuckled, pushing him off of you.

"C'mon, the Prince of Louisville, I'm hungry."

****

After dinner, you spread your collected photos across the dining room, sharing details about your day with Maggie, Bryan and Clay. "I really had the best day, thank you so much for being so kind to me. I think I could really see myself living in Louisville one day." You slapped the table cheerfully, smiling at Jack. He couldn't even hide that he was beaming with happiness if he wanted to, squeezing your thigh.

"Yep, and once you move here you can find a guy so much better for you than Jack." Clay scooped the last of his chocolate cake that Maggie had made for dessert, into his mouth.

"You're lucky she's hear or I'd punch you." Jack threatened through gritted teeth, Clay sticking out his tongue at his brother to taunt him.

"Ok, enough. Not in front of company." Maggie scolded her sons, standing up from the table. "How about I get a picture of you to commemorate the day." You handed Maggie your camera, stepping into the living room. Jack wrapped his arms around you from the back, placing his hands on your stomach.

"Alright, say cheese." Maggie counted down from five, and snapped the picture. The camera whirred for a few seconds, spitting out an undeveloped polaroid. "Perfect."

"Can I help you with the dishes, Mrs. Harlow?", you asked, following Jack back into the dining room.

"Call me Maggie, hon, and yes, I would love your help. I'll be right back."

Maggie walked through the living room to the hall closet. She pulled out her box of scrapbooks, removing the top of the box. Rested on top was a brand new scrapbook, the words Jack and Y/N Harlow embossed on the front. She opened the book, flipping through the pages. She slipped the polaroid of the two of you in the plastic protector on a random page.

For now the book was empty, awaiting the many memories to come for you two. She closed the book, patting the top, tucking it in with the other scrapbooks and putting the box back in the closet.

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Crimson & Clover || SoA ||

chapter one - take me down

warnings - Masturbation. There is mention of rape, a guy being creepy in general, but nothing too crazy yet. But it's a sons of anarchy story. It'll get there real fast.

summary - Jax Teller found his father's journals, shaking the foundation of what he thought he knew about samcro. And, just when he thought he could distance himself from the life, there you were...the daughter of another club's president, and trouble clearly painted on your face. However, if you're trouble, he quickly realizes, he'd sign up for that any day of the week.

misc: I KNOW I am due to give other things, but I lost inspiration for writing them. It isn't that I plan to never continue them. I just need to take a break and put my creativity into other stories and WIPs in order to replenish. Thanks for understanding.

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You weren’t sure why Naomi wanted to meet you here.

This fundraiser was promising to be dull.

As were most things in small town life, you reckoned.

But hell, excitement wasn’t why you were here. No, it was the asshole you followed here that decided to skip town. So, naturally you took the money you made selling stolen cars to your local MC up north and invested some in a run down shit hole on the outskirts of Charming to turn into a bar and live up top. Because you’d be damned if the asshole that raped you eight years ago suddenly got to live without any eyes on him, to terrorize other girls without anyone to remind him of exactly where his dick didn’t belong.

Your first day in town, ripping out half rotten wood from downstairs, a group of bikers pulled up. You saw the cuts and knew it must be a few of the samcro boys if you had to guess. You threw the piece of wood in your hands down and walked outside, the door staying open behind you. One of the guys took his helmet off and looked at you, face surly and you could tell he’d seen some shit. He looked over the front of the building before focusing on you and speaking in a monotone voice, “Name’s Clay. I’m president of”-

-”samcro if I had to guess, yeah?” He seemed taken off guard that you interrupted.

You weren’t an idiot and it wasn’t like Clay didn’t come with a reputation. A smile of sorts lingered on his face, “Yeah, you guessed right. We just wanted to stop by and meet the new business owner in Charming. So, lady, is that you?”

“Yeah, it is.” You looked at his bike. Nodding at it, you comment, “That dyna is beautiful.”

Clay huffed and the guys with him chuckled, one of them speaking up, “What do you know about bikes, little sweet butt?”

A memory flashed through your mind like a light bulb. Your mom came home from that MC, trying to talk to your dad about how a girl needed her father, and instead came home crying after getting passed around to remind her she was nothing more than a ‘sweet butt’, not an old lady. You were five, draping a blanket over your drugged up and whored out mother. At five, you knew the drill. Keep a cool washcloth on the back of her neck and tell mommy how much you love her as she works through the sickness and the shakes. Within seconds you snapped out of it and pulled a gun from the back of your waist band, pointing it at the asshole that spoke out of turn, “Let’s get one thing straight you fucking dick, I’m not a god damn sweet butt for your stupid little club and if you ever try, I’ll shoot your fucking balls off.”

The one who hadn’t said a word had his gun out within seconds, though Clay held up his hand and kept anything from firing, “Sorry for Tig, ma’am, he doesn’t get out much. Chibs, put your goddamn gun away. We don’t shoot at women, especially when we started it by speaking like an idiot. Tig!”

The one that went by Tig took his helmet off and smiled. You hated it. However, you slowly put your gun by your side. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that.”

“Anyways, my guys and I wanted to come by and welcome you to the neighborhood.” Clay was looking at you, observing you with those shrewd eyes. You watched as his eyes fell on your tattoo on your arm. Your medusa head. You saw the surge of recognition briefly on his face. That was when his eyes fell back on you, “Either way, we got stuff to do so we’ll head out. Do me a favor, if you need help with any of this stuff, call up Teller-Morrow garage, yeah?”

You tucked your gun back into your waist band, “Yeah. Not likely, but alright.”

And here you were, pulling up a week later at this god forsaken fundraiser.

Tig and Chibs spotted you pulling up on your bike. However, they weren’t the only ones that did.

Jax felt his attention pulled to you and once his eyes fell on you they weren’t leaving. You pulled in on that ruby red Indian Chief and took that damn helmet off, and he was a goner. You had that thick hair braided back out of your face, a face that suggested no one would push you around. Your eyes were framed by dark lashes, nose sloped and leading to those perfect lips, painted a ruby red that matched your bike. His mind immediately raced with thoughts of what they must feel like. Taste like. You swung that leg over and stood up, giving him sight of that perfect ass in those jeans that could be painted on.

Chibs playfully smacked his back, “Shame that she’s got to sit on something so pretty, eh Jackie boy?”

“That’s the broad that bought the piece of shit bar on the outskirts of town. Seemed real familiar with club life if you know what I mean Jax. Look forward to getting to know her.” Tig smiled, knowingly at Chibs, as Jax rolled his shoulder to get Chibs’s hand off his back. They chuckled as Jax headed over to you.

Chibs elbowed Tig, “How much you wanna bet that fiery girl’s gonna gut him, eh Tig?”

Jax didn’t hear that though. He was already intent on talking to you, hearing your voice, trying to know your name to see if it matched. He couldn’t explain this sudden need he felt. He lit a cigarette as he blazed a path to you. You were looking for Naomi, but you saw him coming. A sigh escaped you as you stopped short, allowing for him to reach you sooner. Best to get this over with. Jax took a drag of his cigarette before stopping in front of you, a smile on his face, “You must be new to town.”

“I didn’t know samcro rode in white sneakers, sunshine.”

Now that he stood right before you, you couldn’t help but call him sunshine. The long blonde hair alone. That sweet talker smile suggesting he was absolutely used to getting whomever he wanted. A small smile pulled on your lips as he faltered for a second before continuing, “Sunshine?”

“Yeah, we’re in California. Long blonde hair. Coming over here with a smile like you think you’re gonna get somewhere all because you’re likely the popular one in town. Girls probably love the cut. Spread their legs for a bit of the samcro experience. But mostly the hair. You remind me of someone.” Jax wasn’t quite sure what to say at your words, and you patted him on the chest, “Nice talking to you sunshine.”

He grabbed a hold of your hand as you walked away, your fingers threaded with his for only a moment before you pulled away, and he commented, “Name’s Jax, darlin.”

“Well, sunshine, mine is certainly not darlin.”

Jax took that as his opening, “Well then why don’t you tell me just who you are? Cause I’m starting to get the feeling you’re trouble at this point.”

A smile ghosted your lips before you commented, “I’m not interested in whatever you're trying for, sunshine. You want a sweet butt? It ain’t gonna be me. And if it’s an old lady you’re looking for, then it certainly isn’t me. I don’t fuck around with members of an MC. Least of all the fucking vice president of one. So go find legs to spread somewhere else. And if you touch me without my permission again, I’ll break your fucking hand. So, we clear, sunshine?”

The sounds of Chibs and Tig laughing caught Jax’s attention and he huffed before looking at the ground and back up at you, “Yeah….yeah, we’re clear trouble. But I gotta say, I love a challenge.”

“I’d say good luck but that would imply you have a chance.”

Jax smiled as he watched you walk off, just for the smile to falter as he watched you greet Naomi.

After that interaction, of course the person you’d go and talk to was someone who’s blown him a handful of times…and always hoping for more. And you were hugging her. So, on some level, the two of you were close. Jax took a long drag from his cigarette one last time before throwing it on the ground and putting it out with his shoe, “Fucking hell.”

Throughout the day, you watched the amount of samcro members wax and wane.

However, when Jax came through he was hard to miss.

Naomi caught your line of sight and started laughing when she saw you were looking at Jax. Your cousin lit another cigarette and her smoker’s voice sounded off, “Lookin’ at Jax little cousin? I’ve gotta say. I’ve had my mouth around that cock a few times. Impressive for sure. Takes a lot to make me choke.”

“Oh god Naomi. Please shut up before I find another impressive item to make you choke, yeah?”

You spared one last glance at him.

That was when you saw a brunette girl walk up to Jax with a baby. He greeted them with a smile before taking that baby in his arms and laying a kiss on top of his head. That’s about right. It fits the biker narrative that you spent so many years learning about.

Yet, that was when you saw it. A different face pulled you from your thoughts. You held up your hand, “Hey, Naomi? I’ll meet you at your house in a bit yeah? See Aunt Emily there and help you get started on some of the house stuff. I gotta settle a score, okay?”

Naomi looked at the other guy, confused, before nodding, “Yeah, okay doll.”

That was when you headed off to trail the asshole that brought you to town. You watched as he came to a stop to look over a group of teenage girls. If you had to guess, around the same age you were when he made you his target. You swallowed the anger rising in your throat as he stood off to the side, eyes latching on to one in particular that was wearing a short skirt and a pair of boots. He walked up to them and commented on how he had a dog at home and was hoping to ask if any of them would be interested in coming by to walk her as a side job. A breath of relief escaped you as they all turned him down. He laughed with them before slipping back and headed off to a building, slipping inside.

You had zero hesitation in following him. By the time you slammed the door open he had his dick in his hand, spit for lube, pumping himself and grunting about just how tight they’d be. He startled just as you yelled, “You sick motherfucker. Can’t fucking help yourself, huh? Wanna tell me what your next step is, huh?” He moved to get it back in his pants and you were nearly snarling, “No, leave it, makes it easier to take the whole fucking package!”

“Fucking hell, just stay away from me you rabid bitch!”

Your anger increased only ten fold as he spit at you. Leaning over, you quickly grabbed the handle of your switchblade from your boot and clicked it open, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

He stared at you, nervousness all over his face. Your voice was low and even. Nothing about it suggested you were fibbing. The glint of your blade was menacing in the low light. A laugh escaped you as you saw him get scared, “Yeah, should have taken the balls you had to rape me with when I drove that nail gun through your sack, huh? And uh…still gutted you like the pig you are.”

He quickly took off running in the opposite direction.

Satisfied he wouldn’t be trying anything today, you closed your switchblade and tucked it back into your boot. You followed behind him and as he ran out, he ran into a handful of samcro. They helped him stand up straight before giving him a gentle push and laughing, “Where you running like that, man?”

That was when he looked back to spot you and took off running again. The samcro boys gave a low whistle as you walked out and headed to the parking lot. One of them called after you, “I wouldn’t be running away from you if that were me darlin.”

You rolled your eyes as you kept walking, ignoring them entirely otherwise.

No, you wanted to find out what this asshole was driving. He changed cars on you, that much you knew. You just didn’t know to what. So, that was the plan. Scare him into getting into his car and driving off like the bitch he was. All so you could see what car he was in. And there he was, clambering into a red ford pick up truck. A piece of shit. You mumbled to yourself, “Guess he figured since I stole the nice car…”

Meanwhile, Jax watched you and looked over at Clay, “You know anything about that, Clay?”

Clay paused mid sip and lowered his beer bottle to look over at you. He chuckled and commented, “Why you wanting to know something about that, Jax?”

Gemma overheard and paused, playing with Abel after Tara brought him over. She still didn’t like Tara. Didn’t trust her. So, if there was someone else, she had to know who. Jax shrugged and commented, “Nothing like that. Just…curious. Besides, I’m not blind.”

Taking a puff of his cigar, Clay commented, “I believe that little girl is the medusa of the devil backs from up North. Why I offered her help with her bar on the outskirts. That club has helped our charter more than once, and her dad’s the president. Doesn’t claim her. But everyone knows, don’t fuck with her.”

Jax watched you closely as he learned this. He’d heard about you. You stole cars. A lot of them. And you did it incredibly well. You brought in a lot of income for the devil backs. So, why were you here? Jax lit a cigarette before clearing his throat, “Hey, you got the kid, mom?”

Gemma looked at Clay with a curious smile before speaking up, “Yeah, I got him.”

Jax looked at Abel with his signature smile, “I’ll see you at home little man. Be good for grandma.”

As Jax headed to the parking lot, Gemma muttered, “Ass.”

You straddled your bike and started it up.

Soon, you were pulling out of the parking lot and headed back to your place. You’d go to Naomi’s later, just like you promised. But for now? For now you just needed to decompress. You pulled out just as Jax got to his own bike, starting it up and pulling out behind you. Tara watched as she got in her car to see him follow you out of the parking lot. Her eyes glossed over with concern and confusion, toying with the idea of not going to the hospital but ultimately her job won out.

Meanwhile, you were halfway down the highway with Jax on your heels. You waited till you were out of town though to pull over. As you did, he kept going with a small wave and a cocky smile your way. Maybe it was just a coincidence he was following you, then. Though, part of you doubted it. Your thoughts were proven correct as you pulled up outside the shithole you bought just to see him sitting on the step of the porch with a cigarette in hand. As you got up, you didn’t say a word to him as you walked inside and put your helmet down on the bar counter.

He followed you inside and huffed, “So the devil backs, huh?”

You tossed the keys next to the helmet and looked over your shoulder, “So, been talking to your step-daddy, huh?” Figuring there was no need to keep it covered, you peeled off your leather jacket. The large medusa’s head on your arm is clearly visible, bits of other ink peeking from beneath your sleeves. Calm, you pushed yourself up onto the bar and took a seat, “Why is VP of samcro standing in front of me?”

“I was curious. The guys mentioned you bought this place. Figured I’d offer help if you needed it.”

“What kind of help is that? Besides”- you thought of the brunette handing him the baby -”I don’t like drama, sunshine. And the last thing I need is your old lady I saw earlier coming around here.”

“Old lady? You mean Tara?”

The confusion in his voice was met with confusion across your face, “Sunshine I don’t know her name. All I know is she was handing you a baby and honestly, the look you gave her showed it all.”

A smile crossed his face when he realized you were watching him, too. Then he sighed, “Tara isn’t my old lady. I don’t know what she is, but it isn’t that.”

“And the baby?”

“Oh, he is mine. Name’s Abel. His mom is my ex wife. Nothing there. Nothing crazy will come at you. That’s a promise. If it does, I’ll take care of it. Now, taking my help means taking the club’s help. So, what do y”- You held up your hand to shut him up. You sighed and pushed yourself off the bar and headed to the stairs before calling out, “You gonna follow me sunshine, or what?”

As you headed upstairs, Jax behind you, he commented, “These stairs safe, trouble?”

“Only one way to find out, isn’t there sunshine?” With a smirk you jumped up to the next step and you let out a laugh as he chided you, “Hey, watch it, I don’t want a trip to the er.”

Though, a part of him did take a second to admire that ass of yours before you continued walking and teasing him, “Let me find out vice president of samcro is afraid of stairs.”

“I’m afraid of death traps.”

You came up on the second floor that had clearly been worked on more before answering, “Sunshine, running guns is a death trap all on its own.”

That one sentence cut through Jax, reminding him of everything he recently read in his father’s journal. He was so distracted he didn’t realize you led him straight to your bedroom. The room was completely finished, as was the bathroom attached to it, though he couldn’t see that far. It didn’t match what he expected of you so far. Everything was soft. The bed you slept in was covered with a down comforter, low light bulbs casting specks of color from the stained glass covers on them. The floor was wood, the coldness of it interrupted by a plush rug. Shelves were filled with books along the wall. Then, you dropped to the ground on the other side of the bed and pulled out a heavy metal lock box. You caught him looking around, and smiled, “You didn’t expect me to be sleeping somewhere in the state of downstairs, did you?”

A sheepish smile appeared on his face, “I gotta admit, I was curious.”

“Now”- you pulled your key from around your neck and opened the lockbox, revealing a hefty stack of cash -”if the sons are gonna help me, we’re gonna keep it legit. None of this favors bullshit, alright? I have the rest of the supplies I need for this, and I know how to do the things needing to be done, I’ll pay for manpower because frankly, what the crew I have now is charging me hourly, this’ll be a fucking discount. I need a solid business to sink this into. So, I’m willing to overpay to get it done quicker. 50k. That’s my offer. So, what does vp have to say?”

Jax’s brow quirked up, “You made that by stealing cars?”

Closing the box and locking it, you handed him the 50k, “When I set out to do something, I set out to also be the best at it. So yeah, I made it all by stealing cars. Why? Is gun running not as profitable?”

Jax hesitated before answering, “We’ve been hitting some…difficulties lately.”

You let out a laugh as you handed him the bills, “Sorry to hear that, though I can’t say I’m surprised. Now, if you’ll do me a favor, I’ve had a long day sunshine and I’d love to take a hot shower and lay in my bed for a bit before I have to go and help Naomi with my sick Aunt.”

“About Naomi, I”-

-“have used her mouth more than a few times? She already mentioned that. I get it. Probably figured a big mouth like hers would be good to fuck. Or at least an effective way to shut her up.” Jax looked at the ground before looking up at you with that grin. You kept your face neutral but god did you want to smile for a reason you didn’t even know.

Jax cleared his throat and tucked away the money in his pocket before looking at you again, “Suppose it doesn’t matter. I’ll get with Clay on helping you out. We’ll give you the manpower you need.”

“Good. I can let go of the idiots with their thumbs up their asses that barely move without a prod.”

“Did you test that out personally?”

“Why? Would it excite you if I did?”

Jax leaned against the door frame of your room with a huff before smiling, “Yeah, you’re trouble alright.”

“Well trouble or not, sunshine, remember I want a shower and a nap before I have to go and deal with Naomi’s mom. So do me a favor. Take that money to Clay and tell him my offer and”- you went to your nightstand and opened a drawer where Jax said nothing about the handgun to pull out a piece of paper and scrawl a number on it -“he can call me on this number. Or you can. Whichever.”

You watched as Jax took the slip of paper and opened his wallet to tuck it away before putting it back into his pocket. You followed him downstairs and slowed as he came to a stop. Those eyes of his wandered around the place before landing on you. He lingered before turning to leave, “Catch you later trouble.”

You watched as he got on his bike and started it up before murmuring to yourself, “See ya, sunshine.”

Jax headed back home, knowing Gemma was gonna bring Abel home anyway and that way he didn’t have to go back to the fundraiser either. Pulling out his cell he called Clay and on the second ring Clay answered, “Yeah, Jax.”

“Well Clay, I got the rest of what we owe plus some.”

“From where?”

“The new girl in town. The one you pointed out at the fundraiser.”

Clay scoffed a little, thinking how Gemma was already excited after Jax left to follow you earlier. She really didn’t like the other one at all. You on the other hand? The idea excited Gemma.

Clay sighed, “What’s the terms?”

“We help her finish construction. Get it done quicker.”

“That’s it?”

Jax took his wallet out and threw it on the bedside table before pulling off his shoes, “Yeah, why?”

“When she got to town a week ago I offered our help for free. As a favor.”

That made more sense. Why you wanted to pay, emphasized you didn’t want to owe the club any favors for the help. Jax smiled.

You were smart. You knew Clay would consider it a favor needing to be repaid. And you didn’t want that, hence the money and even overpaying. If anything, the club would owe you a favor. He smiled at the thought before commenting, “I’m not sure man, but I have the 50k. I’ll bring it to the club first thing tomorrow, yeah? Stay at Gemma’s fundraiser, since we ruined the last one.”

Clay huffed and commented, “Yeah, having a blast.”

“See ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah alright kid.”

Jax hung up and dropped his phone onto the bed before stripping down to get into the shower. As he stepped in and turned the hot water on, an intrusive thought came to his mind. You mentioned showering. Were you showering now? He couldn’t help it. He thought of what you must look like underneath the water, body slicked with soap. He had his hand wrapped around his cock before he realized what he was even doing, muttering as the water ran down his back, “Fucking trouble.”

He braced himself against the wall with his free hand as he started pumping himself, picturing that smart mouth of yours instead of his hand. A grunt escaped him, followed by a moan as he thought about how wet he could get you and just how fucking good you’d feel taking him after. Jax thought of how you must taste. There’s no doubt in his mind just how sweet you’d be on his tongue. Another moan escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut, “Fucking trouble, that’s what you are.”

Tara had been distracted at work, not quite trusting that everything was fine. She wasn’t sure why, but something was bothering her. That’s how she ended up here, outside of Jax’s home. She stepped in and called out his name but heard nothing in response. As she walked into his bedroom she saw his clothes on the ground and heard the shower. The smile growing on her face faltered as she heard him grunt out “fucking trouble, that’s what you are”.

Was he talking to someone?

She peeked into the bathroom and saw him through the clear shower curtain, stroking his cock with eyes screwed shut. He kept going as he was nearly panting, “Gonna drain me dry with that smart mouth?”

She could feel her anger coursing through her veins as she slipped back into his bedroom. She sat on the bed, wondering what her next move should be. Out of curiosity she grabbed his wallet and opened it, just to see a slip of paper with some writing. A phone number. No name. Just one word written over it.

Trouble.

Tara stared at it until she heard Jax from the bathroom, growling out one word, “Fuck.”

Jax felt his balls tighten before he came hard and fast. His hand joined the other on the wall, stretching and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on his muscles until finally, he turned the water off. Toweling off, he headed into his bedroom just in time to see Tara, “Hey there gorgeous. How long you been waiting?”

“Oh you know”- she stood up and walked around, holding her arms to her chest -”long enough to hear the big finish. Thinking of my smart mouth I hope, Jax.”

Shit.

His smile faded before commenting, “I only ever think about you.”

Tara thought of the note, the copy of it she wrote down nearly burning a hole in her pocket.

She’d give a call and let whoever the hell it was know: Jax was spoken for.

Meanwhile, you stepped out of the shower and dried off. You got some clothes on and headed downstairs to grab your phone where you left it before spotting a piece of paper next to the device. A small smile appeared on your lips despite yourself. A phone number was scrawled on it along with a note that very cockily said in case you get impatient waiting to hear from me.

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