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Herald of Shelyn: The Spirit of Adoration

CR 15

Neutral Good Large Outsider

Inner Sea Gods, pg. 308

This gorgeous gal is said to be the incarnate of Shelyn's hope and love, born directly from the emotions of the Goddess of Love, and it shows. The Spirit of Adoration (who's title I will be shortening to 'the Spirit' or SOA from now on) is one of the rarest of the Heralds to ever see, as she spends the majority of her time in Nirvana, frolicking among the gardens of her mistress and creator. For vast swaths of her existence, the Spirit does little but entertain and interact with people coming and going from Blossomheart, the divine domain of Shelyn, putting her +22 to Perform and her Bardic talents to use. The only times she leaves are on diplomatic relationship missions with other planes... and as the occasional muse for a mortal in dire need of some beauty in their life.

Able to take the shape of any Small or Medium Humanoid, the Spirit masquerades as a bright and beautiful Bard when cavorting among mortals. She exists to lift spirits, dispel darkness, bolster love, inspire art, and preserve beauty, all things she excels at. Not over is she an incredible marriage councilor, but a phenomenal wingman, standing by the side of someone hopelessly in love but unable to pursue it, either because they physically cannot or simply don't know how; in either case, the Spirit provides answers and guidance.

Whether it's helping a budding relationship or helping an artist hone their skills, the Spirit can hand hand out upwards to six tokens of Inspiration, which often take the form of jewelry. So long as someone carries the token, they're blessed with a +4 insight bonus to Will saves, as well as Craft and Perform checks. Any Bard holding onto the token also gains +6 rounds of Bardic Performance per day regardless of their level, and the Spirit always knows the condition and emotional state of a token holder, arriving to their aid if they ever begin slipping... and if they put the token down for too long, she will know that it's because her job is done and they no longer need her blessing, letting her free up the slot for the next soul in need.

The Spirit is a noncombatant for the majority of her life, a far cry from most Heralds and very fitting for the servant of a goddess who holds out hope for even the most vile of souls. Even when pushed into battle, the Spirit seeks to end it as quickly as possible via diplomacy, charm, and calm explanations, saving violence only for creatures which cannot be reasoned with--namely, mindless Constructs and Undead--but even then preferring to fight only until they pose no danger to an innocent, going so far as to knock out and imprison the likes of daemons rather than dispatching them. While some may see her all-loving nature as foolish in such a universe, like her goddess she maintains that redemption, beauty, and love can be found in anything and given to anyone.

Remember that she's a merciful being as I explain to you just what could happen if that mercy ever stopped.

It takes a while to get there, mind. The Spirit's entire kit is devoted to keeping fighting to a minimum, to the extent that she has a Charming Aura that causes any creature within 30ft of her that fails a DC 24 Will save to be charmed for a day if they fail. A power like that would certainly be useful in the hands of a nefarious fiend, but the Spirit only uses it to get on everyone's good side to make them more amenable to her attempts at Diplomacy (which she has a +17 in).

She's also got Calm Emotions at-will for the same reason, and her aforementioned 40 rounds of Bardic Performance to distract or fascinate hostile crowds long enough for her to try and talk them down from their rampage. Should that fail, she has Good Hope and Inspire Courage +4 to aid any nearby allies in efforts to pacify the opposing force. She will refuse to kill any thinking being and will hesitate to harm even unthinking ones beyond the point of healing, using her at-will Cure Moderate Wounds to spare both ally and enemy from death in the hopes that her enemies will see the folly of their actions and begin walking the road to redemption.

While 40 rounds is usually enough to last her an entire day, there is the small but amusing interaction with her Inspiration power, in that she's not restricted from giving herself her own token, granting herself a +4 to Will saves and Craft/Perform checks, as well as +6 rounds of Performance if for whatever reason 40 isn't enough. If the DM allows her to do that, it's important to note that the stat enhancement is an insight bonus, meaning it STACKS with her own Unearthly Grace, which adds her Cha mod to her AC and all her saves; this means her saves go from an already impressive +17/+20/+24 to +17/+20/+28. She doesn't have immunity to mind-affecting effects, but between her 26 SR and a +28, she may as well; foes of a similar level to her simply can't affect her with anything that targets her Will unless she rolls a 1.

Her DR 10 is bypassed by Evil weapons like most celestial Outsiders, but she's immune to the common Fire and the typically-reliable Sonic, and has 30 Resistance to Acid and Electricity. She's not just sturdy, but she's also fast, moving 40ft a round on the ground and a 60ft fly speed with a proper +17 to Fly, allowing her to make impressive and often beautiful aerial maneuvers. Even beyond that, if she can see you she can just be there because she's got Teleport at-will, letting her appear directly next to anyone who's posing a threat to her or her charge. She's got a 10ft space and 10ft reach... but her statblock is a little ambiguous as to whether her 10ft reach is because of her weapon, a +2 Dancing Glaive, or in addition to it (which would make her reach 20ft). The downside that the glaive can't be used to attack creatures directly adjacent to her, but that's mitigated by the fact it's a Dancing weapon, allowing it to fight entirely on its own even when she moves, and leaving her hands free to cast spells, go full-defense, or open-palm slap someone for 5 nonlethal damage.

Whether she's wielding it herself or letting it dance around her, the glaive can attack up to four times a round for 2d8+8 damage, tripled on a critical hit. While she tends to go for nonlethal, the real use of her weapon is to disarm her foes; she's got Improved Sunder and a weapon strong enough to make that hurt, smashing apart her foes' weapons and armor if she just doesn't reach over and take them once she has them calmed, charmed, fascinated, or stunned.

"Stunned?" Oh yes. At will as a standard action, the Spirit can make a Stunning Ray ranged attack at anything within 180ft, blasting a target with a dazzling beam of light that deals 1d8 untyped and irresistible damage. Any creature impacted by the beam must make a DC 24 Will save or be stunned for 1d6 rounds, time the Spirit uses to rid them of their gear whenever she can... and, as the book states, time she uses to talk to them. Yes, for the entire duration of your stun, a 10ft tall beautiful woman will be trying to talk you out of continuing the battle. If you say "no, I'm going to keep fighting," guess what? There's no 24-hour immunity on her ray, so she may just blast you again... and again, and again, and again, and again, all the while relieving you of your equipment and perhaps even breaking it in front of you, until you either succeed the save (only to fail it again next round) or finally break down and surrender.

I don't know about you, but I think if I was some nameless soldier ready to kick some schmuck's teeth in, and the incarnate of resolute love and beauty descended from the heavens specifically to tell me to knock it off, I might begin questioning 'are we the baddies?'

And you know what? I've said all this without revealing the Spirit's nuclear option: Bardic Magic. 3/day, the Spirit can cast any Bard spell of any level. Do you know what most Heralds lack? Level 7+ spells. Do you know what the Spirit of Adoration has? 3 castings of any level 8+ equivalent spell in the game. Besides simple and silly utility options, the Spirit of Adoration can simply end any fight by casting oh, say, Overwhelming Presence, Waves of Ecstasy, or Hymn of Peace. And that's just defensive; offensive it's even worse, because Bards have access to spells including Shadow Evocation, Shadow Enchantment, and Shadow Transmutation, effectively meaning the Spirit of Adoration's spell list is "all of them." Bardic Magic is basically 3 castings of Limited Wish, except even stronger since the Bard's lower spell levels allow some sneaky power houses like Irresistible Dance, Mass Suggestion, Brilliant Inspiration, and Greater Shout, which are normally outside the power of Limited Wish. The DM is essentially encouraged to let the Spirit pull out whatever insane nonsense she needs to at a whim... but note that Bardic Magic is actually casting a spell, NOT using a spell-like ability! She has to provide components, if any are needed!

It's still a powerful option, and it makes her considerably more versatile than she already appears to be, in AND out of combat, and makes her just as dangerous as any Bard can be while surrounded by allies with fewer qualms about using lethal force. If you think she's dangerous on her own, just imagine how obnoxious Stunning Ray will be when there's a hasted Barbarian bearing down on you...

You can read more about her here.

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tempestuous-lush · 10 months

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Crimson & Clover || SoA

chapter three - crimson and clover

warnings: There's a few time jumps of fluff/bonding, then there's a good dose of cunnilingus because....why not? That's right! Jax and Trouble get PHYSICAL. Some angst. Dave (the guy who assaulted her years back) being a creep.

summary: The guys make good on their end of the deal, and it's time to open your bar, where you greet Jax with a bit of a surprise. There's a pull there and you finally give in, if only temporarily. Nothing wrong with using the other if it's all in good fun, right? And Tara gets a package after the fact with a proposition.

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Literally the day after you showed up at Teller & Morrow firing a gun, exchanging more with Jax than you ever intended, making breakfast for not just him but the club, and him seeing you in a state, Jax was back at your doorstep.

You opened the back door with your hair piled messily on top of your head.

A small smile appeared on his lips. Of course you’d answer the door in soft pink pajamas with white rabbits on them, cutting into an apple with your switchblade and eating the slice of apple right off the blade. Everything about you screamed warmth and softness until his eyes fell on the cold steel of your blade. He watched as your tongue licked up some of the juice that trickled down the flat of the metal, no flinching or worrying about cutting yourself. As you chewed, you stabbed the switchblade into your breakfast and held the apple like normal, “What brings you here?”

“Look, it’s not much, but consider it an apology of sorts” - he brandished a simple box with a bow. You looked at him with uncertainty before sitting on the step, setting the box down and opening it. On top, there was a note. Curious, you turned it over. It simply said for the next time you get the urge to shoot at me, this won’t hurt so bad.

Your eyes fell on him curious and he grinned, “Gonna see what it is?”

You put the card to the side and pushed tissue paper to the side and sitting there was a BB gun. He watched as you lifted it and inspected it like a professional, at odds with your attire. You set the remainder of your apple down in the box and nodded to a point in the distance, “Go ahead, walk over there for me, yeah?”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I’m still a little pissed, and it hurts less getting shot with a BB from a distance. So, go on.”

His tongue peeked through his lips, catching there as he considered your words, “Yeah, yeah alright. After this though, we’re good?”

“So long as your little friend loses my number, and I don’t have to deal with her again.”

“Okay.”

“So tell me Jax” - you stood up to take aim - “anywhere you’d prefer getting shot?”

He lit a cigarette and stared you down, remembering how fucking tempting you looked yesterday in your bed. Feeling a little bold he smiled and turned around to show you his ass before initiating a challenge, “Let’s see how good your aim is, trouble.” Jax unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and boxers down to expose an inch of skin before taunting you, “I bet you $40 you can’t hit me r” - Whatever he was about to say was caught off by him giving a sharp inhale as the BB hit its mark dead center.

“Vice President of Devil Backs showed me how to shoot when I was five, sunshine. So, now you have a BB lodged in your ass and you’re out $40. But'' - you sat down and put the gun in the box and picked your apple back up - “if it’s any consolation, we’re absolutely even now.”

It had been about a month now, and you were impressed with how much samcro managed to get done.

Your bar was looking real good.

The only thing you were really waiting on was the plumbing and electrical to fall through. They were supposed to come by last week. That fell through. Hopefully, this week would work out. But still, you thought as you looked around the space, it looked nice. Well, minus the actual unfinished bar counter itself. You were so lost in thought as you sat on that barstool, legs wrapped around the back rest, you hadn’t noticed Jax enter the room.

The first thing he noticed was you had your hair pulled back in a long French braid. The only reason he noticed was because of how easily he could see your facial features and follow them until his eyes traveled the line of your neck giving way to - fucking hell. You were wearing a red sundress that gave him a full view of your back. There was a tattoo of a cherry blossom stem running along your spine. Let alone the fact that with you sitting with your front against the back of the stool, your dress was bunched up around your hips, legs long and lean and even still, you were wearing fucking combat boots.

“Just, uh” - Jax’s playful voice pulled you from your thoughts - “how many tattoos do you have, Trouble?”

You couldn’t help it, a smile appeared on your lips.

Reaching behind you, you smiled at him over the rim of your coffee cup. You took your time in answering. You had a few sips of coffee. Offering the cup to him, you answered as he walked over and took the mug, “Sunshine, a lady never tells.”

Somewhere along the way, the two of you fell into this rhythm and dare you say it, you considered him a friend. That killed Jax. He wanted to be a whole hell of a lot more than your friend.

He took a sip and scowled at the taste of how much sugar you added before firing back, “Suppose it’d be more fun to find out anyway, yeah? Besides, we need to talk about how terrible your coffee is.”

“Make your own cup then and give me mine back.” You huffed playfully before pushing up from your seat, Jax watching your dress fall back into place. He smiled and held the cup up over his head as you reached out for it. Safely out of your reach. He smirked, even as you commented, “Give me my coffee, Jax, or I punch you in the gut and you spill it all over that pretty hair.”

Lowering your coffee, you snatched it back as Jax laughed, “And good morning to you, too.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t mention the fact that I called your hair pretty.”

“Working on it. Just need to wake up, and the coffee is really bad. Any other ideas?”

At that moment Juice and Opie walked in and said almost in unison, “Good morning.”

“Yeah actually, sunshine, I do.” You savored another sip of your coffee before nodding to your half finished bar, “A little manual labor to get the blood pumping oughta wake you up. And last I checked…a bar needs a working bar. So, maybe that’s a good place to start.” You headed towards the stairs leading to your bedroom and Jax grew a bit…uncomfortable…remembering what he walked in on last time even a month later. A wide and beautiful smile appeared on your face noticing Jax’s shift in body language, “There’s coffee already made boys. I’ll come check up on y’all in a bit.”

Juice elbowed Opie in the ribs and pointed to Jax, Opie silently laughing at how far gone his friend looked, staring at you with what looked like adoration, before answering, “Yes ma’am, thank you.”

You disappeared up the stairwell and Jax continued looking at the empty space, before Opie let out a low whistle and Juice finally let out the laughter he was holding in. He broke his concentration and Opie just, “You alright man, or should I leave you alone for a bit?”

“Yeah, very funny Ope.”

The three of them were all that was there, since the main things left were smaller.

Jax was sitting outside with you as you waited for someone coming by to visit.

That was all you said when he pulled up.

Soon enough, within the hour, as you and Jax passed a cigarette back and forth, a pick up truck pulled up and Jax watched as you ran up to the man getting out of the car. He lifted you up into a hug as he exclaimed, “There she is, my little pit viper!”

It took Jax only moments to notice he was wearing a cut. Couldn’t see the back, or any patches on the front with his arms around you, but it was obvious. From what he knew, Jax figured this must be VP of the devil backs. Travis, but he knew the man went by Flint. Jax stood up and walked over, stomping out the cigarette with the heel of his shoe. When you pulled back from him, Jax noticed the VP patch along with everything else as you smiled, “Jax, this is Flint, VP of the devil backs. Flint, this is Jax, V” -

-”VP of samcro. I’ve been told a lot about you.” Flint’s voice was warm and a bit raspy, but there was an edge to it. He eyed Jax even as you walked to the back of the truck. Jax heard an excited squeal from you followed by, “There’s my girl!”

He heard a door creak open from a kennel, and next thing he knew there was a golden retriever running around in the dust. So you were a dog person. He liked dogs. And even if he didn’t, he would just for you. He offered his hand out to the canine who sniffed him, before lifting his hand with its cold, wet nose. It was a permission, an encouragement even, for pets. Jax smiled and got down on his haunches, scratching the dog with both hands behind the ears. The dog was enjoying it until you gave a little whistle and took off playfully running, the dog giving chase as you called, “C’mon sweet Sunshine, come see mama.”

You remind me of someone.

Fucking hell, your nickname for him. It was the name of your dog. He’d be embarassed if that wasn’t 100% on fucking brand for you. And now? He needed a fucking haircut.

His thoughts disappeared though as he watched you playing with your dog. You let out a little yelp of shock as she jumped up into your arms and knocked you on the ground, your smiling and laughing as you scratched her neck as she licked you infectious. And again. Absolutely beautiful.

He watched you stand up and dust off your clothes before you looked at sunshine, “C’mon girl, let’s go get you settled in your new home with mama, yeah?”

You and the dog disappeared inside. Jax moved to follow and Flint’s hand moved to stop him. Coming to a stop and turning to the man, Jax looked questioningly. Flint huffed, “Look, I’m not her dad, but you do anything, and I fucking mean ANYTHING, to upset her? I cut your heart out and feed it to her Sunshine, yeah?”

Jax looked into his eyes and could tell he meant every word.

He took hold of Flint’s hand and shook it, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

It was your bar’s opening night and all of samcro planned to be there. What Jax wasn’t expecting when he pulled up was to see the parking lot filled with what looked like half of Charming, and even more from maybe the town over. Not to mention, as he got off his bike, his eyes looked up and locked on Tara getting out of her car across the way. A small smile appeared on her lips and she waved ever so slightly. She waited for him to get closer and fell into step next to him. Jax didn’t say a word and so Tara took it upon herself to initiate a conversation, “You cut your hair.”

Not for you. That was his first instinct. Tara had called and texted here and there, always to just see Abel over the past few months. He’d allowed it. After all, he understood. She was attached to Abel after helping care for him for as long as she did. He huffed with a smile as he thought of Gemma though, never wanting her around when she was there. Which was all the time. Made it awkward.

He realized he didn’t say anything when she cleared her throat, so he just nodded, “Yeah…yeah I did.”

As the two of them got closer, he could hear the music playing. It was Dr. Feelgood. Opie and a couple of the guys were hanging out outside, clearly having a very good time. They nodded in greeting and as Jax got to the door, there was a change in song. Something a bit grungier. Pussy Liquor. Shortly after the start of the song, there was a muffled cheer from the crowd inside. Jax was curious why now.

Opening the door, though, he was met with a sight he didn’t expect.

“Holy shit…” he mumbled to himself, as he caught sight of you on the bar. You were on your knees. That long hair of yours was pulled back into two long pigtails that he knew ran down your back. You’d worn them before. He had thoughts of grabbing hold of them while taking you. But now? You had that same full red lip he saw you with that first day, and you were wearing a matching red velvet crop top with tattoos peaking along your exposed stomach before they got to the waistband of your leather pants. His blue eyes caught sight of your nipples hardened against the fabric and Jax had to take a moment. He lost his focus though as he watched you grab hold of half sack’s hair, of all people, and pull back to free pour a shot of whiskey into his mouth.

You stood back up and Jax just watched fucking entranced as your hips began to move to the rhythm of the music. You dipped down and handed off the bottle to Lyla.

Jax didn’t realize the two of you knew each other as she hopped on the bar with you, the two of you moving in sync. He rubbed his hand over his jaw as Lyla smacked your leather clad ass playfully. That’s when he heard Tara scoff and just, “Of course she’s a fucking whore.”

“Why are you here, Tara?” It was all Jax could think to ask his ex when he heard her insulting you.

As he turned to Tara, ready to defend you, you spotted them from where you were on the bar and found yourself happy the song was ending so you could get down. He was standing so close to her, it almost looked intimate. Not that it was your business in any way. What you missed was Jax grabbing hold of Tara’s arm to pull her off to the side as he raised his voice, “You cause any problems tonight Tara, and I swear…” Jax’s jaw flexed with his frustration, “You’ll regret it.”

“Relax Jax. Now that I’ve seen her I get it. But once you use her, you’ll come back to me. So, I’ll see you sooner rather than later, yeah Jax?” She smiled at him in a wicked manner and Jax backed away with his hands up, wanting nothing to do with her now.

He pushed through to the bar just as you turned around. You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you saw his haircut. You figured once he heard you call your dog by name, he’d put two and two together. Though, a strange part of you missed it? That felt strange. You shouted over the music and noise, “You cut your hair, sunshine. Wouldn’t have seen that coming.”

With a smile you poured him the same bourbon he drank yesterday, pushing the glass his way. Jax picked it up and knocked it back, “You’re one to talk. Didn’t expect you to be dancing on the bar, just looking beautiful behind it. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I didn’t think you would.” You poured yourself a shot of tequila and knocked it back with a wicked gleam to your eye, one that had Jax coming to life in a whole new way. He was curious as to what you were going to say next, but then suddenly a hand appeared on his shoulder and you watched Ima’s arms work their way around his neck as she whispered a hello into his ear.

You couldn’t make out what she said as she told Jax, “Saw you ditch the girl you were with back there handsome. Thought I’d come over and see if you’d get me a drink.”

She turned to you, “Jax here wants to buy me a drink, girl. Pour your best for me, yeah?”

Jesus Christ. If it wasn’t Tara, was it going to be Ima? Whatever thoughts were running through your head about Jax, Ima was a bucket of cold water. You smiled at her as you spoke up, “Absolutely babe. In fact, I know a drink just for you” - as you spoke you picked up one of the bar mats and drained it into a shot glass before pushing it at her - “it’s called trash for trash.”

At that, you walked away and didn’t look back. You didn’t see Jax laughing or that Ima was pissed. Instead, you walked to the other end and found yourself in front of Chibs with a blonde sitting on his lap, their eyes only on each other. You felt bad interrupting but you didn’t want to walk to the other side again just yet. Instead, you spoke up, “You two need anything?”

“I’d love another glass of tha’ scotch you poured me earlier, lass. Shiv here’ll take a whiskey.” You watched as he kissed her hand before dropping it in her lap to grab hold of her ass again with his free hand. With a smile, Chibs spoke up while you poured, “Lass, this is Shiv, my old lady. Shiv, this is” - he took a moment trying to remember Jax’s nickname for you - “the infamous Trouble, shot up the clubhouse a while back at three in the morning if ya remember tha’ mo cridhe.”

Shiv’s eyes fell on you with excitement before holding her hand out to shake yours with. As you took it, she clamored, “Big fan already. Going to be real good friends, you and I.”

“And tha’ is frightening.” Chibs took a gulp of his freshly poured Scotch as you two got acquainted.

You smiled at her before nodding to Chibs, “And that sounds promising to me.”

Meanwhile, Jax was watching you closely as you spoke with Chibs and met Shiv. A smile appeared on his face just as you smiled. Good. He wanted you and Shiv to be friends. Though, it was partially for selfish reasons. Another thing tying you to him in some way. He patted the bar before pushing off of it, heading outside to meet with the guys, taking one last look at you.

You looked down the bar for him, and noticed him missing just as Shiv commented, “Looking for Jax?”

“What?” It didn’t register at first, because you were looking for Jax and it distracted you. Then you realized and laughed, “No, just seeing if Ima took her trash shot or not. But it appears not. Shame.”

The bar was packed so you didn’t see a very particular person slip inside. Dave. The man you followed to town to keep an eye on. The one that brutally assaulted you all those years ago. And just like you wanted to keep an eye on him, he wanted to keep an eye on you. He was taking his time to put a few discreetly hidden cameras in place, no one paying him any mind on account of being drunk.

Shiv smiled knowingly at Chibs before looking to you, “Yeah, of course you are.”

“Look, we really are just friends Shiv.” You took a second to take a drink order from the person that just stumbled up to the bar. As you made an old fashioned, Shiv watched you patiently and asked, “But does he know that?”

“I haven’t given him any sort of indication it’s anything more than that.” You put the drink in the bar and took the cash to close them out. They weren’t wanting a tab.

At the same time, Chibs whispered in Shiv’s ear, “I’m gonna head outside lass. Are ya wantin’ to stay here?”

“Yeah baby I’m gonna stay right here.” You looked away as Chibs kissed Shiv before patting her on the ass. She stood up and let Chibs go with his drink before sitting back down to observe her new friend.

Chibs walked outside and heard his boys laughing, “What’d I miss boys?”

Opie was the first to speak up, “Giving Jax some difficulty over his girl in there. He’s trying to say it’s not like that. But we’ve all seen how he looks at her.”

“Hey it’s not like th”-

“Nah man, we both saw you, especially the past couple weeks finishing the job up”, Juice interrupted.

Jax took a long drag off his cigarette before exhaling and smiling coyly, “Y’all done?”

“For now, only because we’re out of drink.”

Chibs took Opie’s vacated seat as they went back in and left him with just Jax. Chibs huffed a little as he lit a cigarette. Leaning back with it, Jax asked, “Where is Shiv?”

“Left her inside. She wanted to get to know your Trouble.”

Jax thought of the way you were as you’d opened up to him more and more and asked a simple question, “You sure that’s a wise move? You know, for Charming?”

Chibs laughed before retorting, “Probably not Jackie boy. But uh…what’s the deal with the two of you?”

“Oh, I am absolutely crazy about her, man.”

Chibs winced as he hit his cigarette, asking, “Don’t ya think she should know about tha’?”

Jax looked a little contemplative, but mostly a little hurt as he responded, “She has a lot of issues with MCs man, and about the life. Dear old dad and mom didn’t exactly leave her with a very good impression, you know?”

“Sounds like you just have to give her a different one then, Jackie boy.”

Jax lit another cigarette as he laughed, “Is it Shiv that made you so wise, old man?”

Chibs was about to give a retort when the boys joined back, this time with Happy and Half Sack in tow, all of them laughing until Happy spoke up, “Tell you what Jax, if you don’t lock that woman down soon, I sure as hell am gonna try after tonight. Jesus. Did you see her up on that bar?”

Jax felt his right hand instinctively flex and he pushed down the urge to knock Happy out for the comment, because Jax had no right to be so possessive and deep down he knew that. But the less logical side was strong and it didn’t want to see you with anyone that wasn’t him. Juice elbowed Happy in the ribs and nodded to Jax. Happy let out a low whistle, “Jesus you two weren’t kidding.”

Jax let out a sigh, realizing why Happy said anything, “Can you guys give it a rest?”

The time flew by, and before you knew it, you were outside saying goodbye to your new favorite person. Shiv climbed on the back of Chibs’s motorcycle and you waved before speaking up, “See you tomorrow?” The two of you had made plans to hang out here while you were closed. You figured you needed a friend and she seemed like she was going to be a fun one.

“Oh absolutely!”

Shiv smiled before resting the side of her face on Chibs’s back as she told him, “Take me home, baby.”

You backed up and headed inside to an empty bar as he started his bike and took off into the night. Or, what you thought was an empty bar. You let out a sigh. Why’d you send Lyla and the others home? Clean up was on you, and you regretted it. However, as you turned the lights up, you saw Jax sitting at the bar, “Did you lose Ima sunshine? Because I don’t think she’s here. Might want to look outside. It’s where strays usually gather.”

“Oh, I want nothing to do with Ima.”

“Is that right?” The way he was looking at you sent your heart racing just a bit. Suddenly feeling shy, you looked down with a small smile and Jax wanted to take you right there at such a small gesture of shyness. You cleared your throat and spoke up, voice laced with another emotion, “And what about Tara? Saw you with her when you came in. You two looked awfully close.”

Jealousy. Jax tried to hide his smile. You were jealous. He shook his head, those blue eyes of his not wavering from you for a minute, “Tara and I have a history. Not a future.”

You walked behind the bar and pulled two clean glasses and poured each of you a drink. Jax’s eyebrows shot up as you poured a very heavy hand of whiskey for the both of you. You downed yours quickly. Why were you suddenly feeling so nervous? You poured another and downed that as well when Jax’s tongue ran along his bottom lip. Jax smiled, “So…wanna tell me where you learned to dance?”

You laughed before answering, thankful for the distraction, “Same place I met Lyla.”

Jax regretted his question because your answer had his mind running wild, and he groaned, “You’re fucking killing me, Trouble.”

“Yeah, that so?” You tilted your head playfully before getting yourself on the bar and swinging your legs around so that they were on either side of him.

He looked up at you with a reverence that took you so off guard your breath caught. He stood up and had his hands on either side of your hips as he leaned in so close to you. With a small smile, he asked a question he’d asked you once before, though this time it was a whisper as he was only inches from you, “Do you trust me?”

With the whiskey settling in, your senses were that pleasant numb, your judgment gone as you answered with a playful smile, “No.”

He opened his mouth to object but you closed the distance and Jax immediately pulled your body closer to his, one of his hands running along your thigh as your legs wrapped instinctively around him. Your head fell to the side and he went to your neck naturally, falling on the spot that drove you wild with little guidance. As his teeth scraped the sensitive skin before sucking along it you let out a moan that went straight to his cock which you palmed greedily through his jeans. His lips found yours again and he could get lost in this. Your small pants and mewls he wasn’t sure you realized you were releasing were driving him further. He pulled back though as your hand reached in front and pulled the zipper down of your shirt…just as his phone started ringing.

His phone ringing pulled you out of the trance and you slowly pulled the zipper back up and Jax reached in his back pocket to find it and silence it, but noticed it was Clay. He kissed you again and muttered, “Just…one second. That’s all. Give me just a second.”

“Yeah, Clay?”

You watched as his posture changed. Club business, it had to be. You looked away and around at anything but him. Fucking club business. That was the bucket of ice to cool the situation. Jax’s voice broke you from your thoughts though, “Yeah, I can be there. But I’m gonna be maybe ten or twenty minutes behind. There’s something I have to do first.”

A smile crossed your features. You couldn’t help it. He looked so riled up, and his eyes were on you like he was ready to devour you. Perhaps….perhaps you could use him, just for the moment? If it’s all mutual anyway. And then, he hung up the phone and was on your again, hands greedily working to unbutton your pants as he groaned against your neck, “Been wanting to do this since I walked in on you, Trouble. Dying to know just what you taste like.”

Realizing what he needed the ten or so minutes for, you helped him by lifting yourself up and giving him space to pull down your pants after taking your shoes off and letting them fall to the ground. Part of you was happy that you thought to wear underwear tonight since you weren’t anticipating this. They were black lace and silk and Jax pulled those off rather fast, tucking them into his back pocket before spreading your legs open in front of him and sinking his teeth into the meat of your inner thigh. The sensation made you cry out and you felt your arousal double within seconds. His voice was husky as he spoke, “I’ll have to remember you like a little pain with your pleasure, Trouble.”

Then, his warm hands wrapped around your thighs and pulled so that you laid back some on the bar, guiding your legs to wrap around his face and fall down his back and his breath fell hot and heavy on you as he nearly growled, “Fucking perfect.”

His tongue delved into you before dragging up slowly and as it found your clit, he sucked it lightly and your thighs tensed and tightened around his head, drawing him in closer to you. You could feel his moan of appreciation reverberate through you and you cried out at the way his tongue began working you over as though this was what he was meant to do. Your hands landed on his head, grasping at the freshly cut hair in an attempt to push him away as he worked to get your bearings. His strong arms wrapped tighter around you and pulled you to him as you managed to push away, undoing your effort. Jax could feel your legs shaking slightly and his tongue made renewed efforts on your clit and your back arched, his name falling from your lips in a plea, “J-Jax…please, m’so close.”

At that he pulled away and you cried out in frustration as he loomed over you, the lower half of his face slick with your arousal. Your noises quieted as you felt his fingertips dragging along your slit…prodding slightly at the mess between your legs before traveling up and those rough calloused fingertips ghosting where his mouth just had you about to break apart. He shushed you before slowly sliding two of his thick fingers inside of you. He crooked his fingers and watched as your eyes rolled back, “Keep those beautiful eyes on me, Trouble. I wanna see that same look as last time, when I walked in on you. Been thinking about that for too long. Gotta see it, know that I’m what made you cum like that.”

“Oh, God…” you could feel yourself getting wetter, closer, at his words. Every single pump of his fingers inside of you had you wanting more and more until finally - you came undone, spasming around him as he continued his ministrations. As you came down, he kept going and suddenly leaned down to add his mouth and you were begging once more, “S’t- too much, Jax, pl-p-please! Oh fu…FUCK!”

You came again, hard. Your pussy was weeping for him, his tongue greedily replacing his fingers. As you slowly came down, Jax stood up again and used your underwear to wipe his face clean, licking his fingers after, tucking the fabric back away into his pocket.

Jax bent down and grabbed your pants, helping you to slide them back on your legs. As you hopped down from the bar in front of him, he pulled them over your ass and gave it a generous squeeze before spanking your right cheek, “Gonna enjoy exploring you more thoroughly.”

That got your attention. Your eyes looked up at him as you stammered, “J…Jax, I’m sorry. T-this, it- it can’t happen again. I, I lost judgment. This would never work.”

“On the contrary, I think it would work flawlessly,” he retorted with that signature, warm smirk you’d gotten used to. As you pushed past him and headed to the door, he added with frustration, “I would never treat you like your father did your mother, you know.”

That was when you stopped in your tracks, your eyes shining with anger at the sensitive topic, “Don’t you have to go help Clay with club business? Can’t imagine what it is so late, but it must be important.”

Jax huffed and walked to the door, stopping in front of you. You willed him to keep walking. You were also angry with yourself. Why had you allowed him to do what just happened? A moment of weakness? Jax sighed and just as you thought he was leaving, he roughly picked you up and you gasped as your back slammed into the wall. Jax’s lips were on yours and your body betraying you, you welcomed it, letting him swallow your sounds until he released you and he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “That’s what I thought. You want me as much as I want you. See you around, Trouble.”

As if to drive his point home, Jax playfully nipped at your neck before he turned to leave, eliciting an excited moan. He started his bike and went to put on his helmet. You walked outside and moved to flip him off, his laughter and voice carrying over the sound of his bike, “When and where babe.”

A few days later, Tara received a package at home.

There was a note on the manilla envelope.

Looks like you and I have the same problem. Let me know if you want to do something about that.

There was a phone number scrawled on the other side of the note, signed by a Dave. She opened the envelope and pulled out photos of Jax at the bar, your legs spread with his face buried between them. She could feel her anger swelling as she flipped to the next one, Jax holding you against a wall as he kissed you. The third and last one was right as you came on his fingers.

Angry, she ripped the photos in half and put them in the trash, contemplating what to do with the note holding Dave’s number. Hesitant but hurt, she laid it on the kitchen counter. She’d wait to see where this went. Depending on that, she’d maybe reach out to Dave. See what his idea was.

Meanwhile, Jax was getting more and more frustrated. You weren’t calling him, and you didn’t answer his calls, and Clay was keeping him busy with this Zobelle crap so he wasn’t able to go and see you. He had a feeling the more that he gave you space, the more you would find a reason to fight what was an obvious mutual attraction and god…he was aching for you.

tags: @ambassadortotrilliusprime

#jax teller x reader #jax teller soa #jax teller x you #jax teller x trouble #jax teller story #no y/n #jax teller smut

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

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(Part Five)

“So, what do you usually drink, (Y/n)?” The question was asked by Gaz to break the awful silence in the car. (You’d think the radio would at least be playing some music- but nope!)

You fumbled with your fingers. “Well… I’ll drink anything, I guess. But I feel like my drinks are mood-based, you know?” Soap raised a brow towards you. “Okay- let’s just say that I’m down in the dumps, feeling miserable… I’ll open a bottle of scotch or whiskey. If I want to get wasted- which hasn’t happened for a few years, I’ll take some vodka or tequila. If I’m out drinking with friends and they’re having shots, I won’t join… because that’s a hangover and I fucking hate those- probably have a margarita or two. If I’m trying to flirt with a man, it usually works for some reason- I’ll order a sex on the beach… and he’ll get the memo.” You stopped talking when you realized Gaz, Soap, and Ghost were staring at you. “What? Told you it’s mood based.”

“We’re having some shots- you won’t drink them?” Soap said, albeit disappointed in his tone. You shrugged, then shook your head. “Damn, found our designated driver then. Hope you know how to drive around in this country.” You didn’t, but you’d figure it out.

Everyone took a seat at a table in the corner. You and Soap were in charge of grabbing drinks, mostly because you wanted something different- as did Ghost. (The man was also still wearing his mask, something you were confused about, but didn’t ask about) Soap ordered a round of tequila shots, a bourbon for Ghost, and you surprised him by ordering Fireball whiskey.

“No margaritas?” He chuckled while carrying the tray back to the table.

You almost snorted into your glass but remembered you were also carrying Ghost’s drink, so you held it back- not wanting to spill it. “Not tonight. You’ll witness me order a margarita when I feel more at home. My old team made fun of me for ordering those. Nice try there, Soap.”

“Call me John,” he said while setting down the tray. Everyone took their respective shot glasses and immediately downed them.

Ghost took his bourbon glass from your hand, lifted his mask, then took a small sip of it. You took that moment to look at his jaw and lips- because you were curious. Your gaze snapped away when his eyes lingered over on you. “Thanks for the drink.”

“Of course,” you raised your glass a little then took a sip. The whiskey burned in your mouth, but you didn’t flinch. “Why don’t you drink with them? Tequila’s a good time if you have enough of it… until the following morning.” You raised the glass to your lips again, watching Ghost sigh.

“Johnny told me once it tasted like dog piss. Seems like he’s changed his mind.” Ghost shrugged and took a sip of his bourbon again. “And I prefer bourbon, no matter what. Dark drinks I seem to enjoy the most.” He looked at what you were drinking. “Didn’t you say you only drank whiskey when you were miserable?”

You set down your glass and rubbed the edge, wondering if you should say anything. Both Soa- John, and Price told you to be careful… “Well, I’ve got a daughter at home. This was a poor time for me to deploy. Her birthday is tomorrow, she’s turning six.” Your brows furrowed. “A ‘friend’ has her gift ready… but I was hoping to give it to her this year. The last time I was there for something important was her first words and steps.”

Guess you didn’t realize you were being emotional as well as crying a bit, because Ghost had reached across the table to put one of his gloved hands over your own. “It’ll be alright. We’ll make sure you get to give her a call, okay?” You nodded and rubbed under your eyes then let out a shaky sigh. “Now, let’s go get you a different drink. You’re right about it being emotion-based.”

- (At the table while you and Ghost are at the bar)

“So, what do you two think of (Y/n) so far?” Price asked while staking his third shot glass on top of the other two.

Soap added to the pyramid that Price was creating with his shot glasses. “Good woman, good medic too. Seems to be getting along with the team alright too.” He looked over at the bar, gesturing to you and Ghost, who were talking while waiting on your new drink. “Ghost has warmed up to her quick.”

“That’s probably the most surprising out of all of this,” Gaz said while scratching the back of his head. “Work-wise… she’s good. Can’t wait to see how she handles a weapon- she was a monster on that training mat.” He almost cheered out loud whenever there was an almost-win against Ghost- but this wasn’t a wrestling match, so he kept it to himself. “I wouldn’t be worried about her on the field so far.”

Soap was going to add something, but he shut his mouth when you and Ghost started walking back to the table. You raised a brow toward him but decided not to say anything. “Y’all are out of shots? That was fucking quick, need some more?” The men shrugged as if they weren’t opposed. “Right then, I’ll take these…” You gathered up the tower of shot glasses that Price and Soap created, put it all on the tray, then made your way back to the bar.

When you were out of earshot, the three men turned to Ghost, who went back to drinking his bourbon. Once he noticed he was being watched, he set his drink down and sighed. “What.”

“Just wondering what you think of Sergeant (Y/n) so far,” Price said calmly as if he was talking to a ticking bomb. “It looks like you’ve warmed up to her thus far, are we correct about that?”

Ghost grunted and picked up his glass again. The look in his eyes told Price that he did indeed not want to talk about it, but they were correct about it. “She’s alright,” he admitted. He wouldn’t say anything more, not to his drunk companions. “Excellent sparring partner… good medic too.”

You were back within that second, holding that *last* round of tequila glasses for the group. When everyone picked up their glasses and raised them to the air, Ghost included, you went to do the same. “To (Y/n) and the 141!” Everyone repeated what was said and took their shots. You and Ghost sipped your glasses- you shuddered when sipping yours this time.

“Ugh, it’s been so long since I’ve had bourbon.” You set the Old Fashioned down on the table and looked at Ghost, who was smiling into his glass. “Don’t laugh- that’s fucking rude.”

Ghost *probably* raised a brow at you. “You drink whiskey and every other drink out there… but bourbon is the one that makes you cringe and shudder? That’s all.” You took another sip, lifting your middle finger not-so-subtly at the same time. “That’s no way to talk to your lieutenant.” His smile had fallen, but it remained in his eyes.

You nearly choked on your drink. “I’m sorry- that’s your rank?” Ghost shrugged, and also made a face that said ‘you weren’t told?’ “Price didn’t tell me. Shit, sorry.” With that, you decided it was time to call it a night. “Alright, how the hell are we paying for this?” Ghost pointed to Price, who was taking out his wallet- but was struggling. “Alright, give me one second…” You remembered that Price had given the bartender the card at the beginning of the night.

“Closing your tab?” He asked. You nodded and folded your arms on the counter while you waited for the receipt to come up. “It was under… Price, right?” You nodded again and clicked the pen you were given. “Alright, here you go… just sign and you’ll be good.”

You weren’t sure how Price signed his name, so you just made up some scribble- kind of like a doctor’s scribble. It was similar to what your signature was, just with different letters. And you left a hefty tip, based on what everyone drank, that is.

“Thanks, have a good night!” The bartender was grinning at the receipt as he put it back in the drawer. Guess you left a good enough tip.

Back at the table, Ghost was getting everyone to get off their asses and out the door. You asked him on the way out why he doesn’t just drive since he only had that one glass of bourbon, but he shook his head. “I don't like driving. I’ll tell you where to go… you just go from there.”

A/N: That’s right. He’s a shit driver. Everyone has seen how he drives- right? That’s it. That’s just it. But he wouldn't tell you that, not yet at least.

(Part Six)

#mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost x female reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #alejandro vargas

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sovonight · 4 months

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I've been considering playing Baldur's Gate because of you. Do you recommend it What is a good order to play the games in??

absolutely i recommend it!

first off, it's important to know that bg1 & bg2 are their own story, and bg3 is practically separate from them. bg3 is set a century after the events of bg1/bg2, and just has a few character cameos and references from bg1/bg2 (though from what i've heard some of the cameos aren't very good interpretations of the original characters). bg3 doesn't enhance the bg1/bg2 story in any way, and knowledge of bg1/bg2 doesn't matter when playing bg3.

i'd suggest starting with bg3 if you:

are used to modern rpg games, and 3d visuals are particularly important to you

know you don't/won't like infinity engine games (for a spoiler-free preview, look up walkthroughs of icewind dale 1 or 2 and watch a couple minutes of travel, dialogue, and combat gameplay)

i'd suggest starting with bg1/bg2 if you:

don't have a strong preference for starting with bg3 instead

enjoy the potential for mods to expand the game--not just in terms of gameplay, but in story/quest additions and companions, too

are interested in knowing the story that i'm drawing all my fanart of

have a limited budget (you can get these games for very cheap, they frequently go on sale)

if you want to start with bg3, you're all set! go ahead and get started. if you want to start with bg1/bg2, i have a bit more to add:

if you've looked into buying these games, you may have noticed that there's bg1/bg2, and then there's bgee/bg2ee (ee meaning "enhanced edition"). there's also a new dlc that's ee-only. so here's the original playing order:

baldur's gate (bg1)

baldur's gate: tales of the sword coast (tosc): bg1 expansion, adds new side quests and areas to explore during bg1

baldur's gate ii: shadows of amn (bg2, sometimes abbreviated soa to distinguish from tob below)

baldur's gate ii: throne of bhaal (tob): bg2 expansion, directly continues the story from soa and officially ends the series

and here's the enhanced edition order:

baldur's gate: enhanced edition (bgee): contains bg1 and tosc

baldur's gate: seige of dragonspear (sod): bg1 expansion released in 2016 to bridge the gap between bg1 and bg2 (i haven't played it yet, but if you're just testing out the series i'd say don't bother getting it yet, it was released 15 years after the story concluded so how necessary can it really be)

baldur's gate ii: enhanced edition (bg2ee): contains soa and tob

the enhanced edition also adds 4 new companions, an arena side adventure, and overall provides a lot of fixes/improvements/updates on the original games. obviously, considering all these additions and the ee mods that have come out since the ee series release, the ee series is where you should start.

side note--if you buy the ee series on gog (maybe on steam too, but i've only checked it on gog) you'll actually get downloads for the original, non-ee games as well. if you enjoy playing old games for the feeling of time-traveling into the past a bit, and you have the patience to fuss around with troubleshooting and mods, they're a perfectly fine place to start as well! (i personally am still playing the non-ee trilogy even now, but that's for a whole mix of reasons, including that i like using the physical cd's i bought them on lmao)

now finally, if you got this far and are thinking "okay, i'm cautiously interested in bg1/bg2, but which one of the two should i start with???"

start with bg2 if you:

just want to jump in and see what all the fuss is about

don't care about having context in the beginning (you'll gain some context as you play, though not all)

want vampires, technology, and more sewers in your d&d experience

prefer a story with darker tones and a lot of driving urgency

start with bg1 if you:

like starting at the beginning to have context for everything that happens

want a standard, classic adventure with camps, forests, and bustling cities

don't need the plot to engage you if your companions are there with conversations, commentary, and banter

are willing to install at least one mod, BG1NPC

i found bg1 to be kind of a slog to get through on my very first playthrough, but adding in character interactions via BG1NPC really livened the game up for me and made it my favorite game out of the series. (imo this works best if you're willing to do a romance though, bc unfortunately romanced companions tend to get the most interactions & care put into their conversations.)

you don't strictly need BG1NPC on bgee bc the ee adds those aforementioned companions who do have conversations with you, but iirc they don't talk as much or provide as many opportunities for interaction as some of the modded companions do. (for context, in the original bg1, companions don't talk to you or comment on events at all; that only became a thing in bg2.) playing bgee without BG1NPC means you'll have to get at least 1 of the 3 ee companions to hear any conversations at all.

anyway, hopefully this wasn't too long or confusing. i hope you try the games out!

#(*i recommend bg1/bg2 of course. we all know how i feel about bg3)#sovo answers

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ravennaortiz · 7 months

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Halloween SOA Day 2: Pumpkin Patch

Sumamry: Juice x Happy's Daughter. Fluffy story where Juice tried to make her feel better after a breakup.

“Thought Danny was taking you to the pumpkin patch today?” questioned Juice as he sat next to Cori Lowman who had her head down on the bar at the club house. “Things changed” murmured Cori as she sniffled slightly without looking up at him. She had been pleased to find everyone mostly gone when she had arrived. She hated people to see her cry especially when she was just frustrated with herself. Juice frowned before speaking. “You okay?” he asked. “Danny and I had a fight again this morning and he dumped me” replied Cori after a couple minutes as she lifted her head up revealing her tear streaked face and red eyes.

“His loss Lassie” comforted Chibs as he joined them, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Yeah, he has no idea what he lost” agreed Juice as he squeezed Cori’s shoulder in comfort. As much as he hated that Cori was hurt Juice couldn’t lie he was kinda glad Danny was out of the picture. He had had a crush on Happy’s daughter the minute they had met. One smile from her and he had been hooked. He had also never really cared for Danny and neither had Happy. The guy was a bit of a douche to be honest. “Want me to beat him up? Make him disappear?” offered Juice causing her to smile softly and chuckle. “It’s okay. Thank you though” replied Cori as she laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh. If Cori was being honest she should have dumped him weeks ago. He wasn’t cutting it, like most of the guys she had tried dating they just couldn’t accept the MC lifestyle.

“Earth to Cori” called Juice jokingly. “Shit, Sorry Juice I zoned out” apologized Cori as she shook her head to clear her brain. “Your fine happens to me all the time. I was saying if you still want too I can take you to the pumpkin patch.” Offered Juice trying to keep it casual as his heart hammered in his chest. “Really? Don’t you have anything better to do?” replied Cori surprised by the offer. Most of the guys liked to act like they were too tough for these type of things. “Believe me the pumpkin patch will definitely be my better thing to do. It’ll be fun” replied Juice relieved at the way her face had lit up. “Okay, umm let me go clean up and we can go” replied Cori as she slipped off the bar stool and made her way back to the dorm hall. “What?” asked Juice as Chibs laughed quietly. “Just wandering if you forgot who her daddy was Lad” replied Chibs. “Happy loves me” replied Juice with a laugh as he tried to ignore that part of the equation. “Besides were just hanging out as friends” he added. “Uh-huh” replied Chibs with a grin.

“You can drive” called Cori as she tossed Juice her car keys as they exited the clubhouse. “Where are you two going?” asked Happy from where he stood talking to Jax and Tig. “Pumpkin patch” replied Cori as she kissed his cheek before continuing on her way to her car. “Juice” called Happy as he grabbed the younger mans arm. Juice gulped as he turned and met his friends’ stern face. “Yes?” inquired Juice as he met Happys eyes. Happy didn't speak for a few moments before he dug around in his kutte for his wallet. “I got her Hap” stated Juice as he saw the older man start to count out bills. “Take it. Make sure she has a fun time” growled Happy as he shoved the money into Juices hand. Juice nodded as he closed his hand around the money.

After a day spent getting lost repeatedly in every corn maze, trying every pumpkin related food and drink item they offered, petting baby animals and drinking so much cocoa their stomachs ached the two were now traversing the pumpkin fields. Cori was on the hunt for the most deformed pumpkin as she preferred misfits over perfect orange ones.

“Something funny Juice?” inquired Cori from where she was knelt in the dirt in front of him as she gazed upon two pumpkins. “Cause this is a very serious sport”. She added trying to sound stern as he laughed some more. “My apologies. I didn’t realize that” replied Juice as he held his hands up causing them both to burst out in a fit of laughter. “Which one do you think” asked Cori after a moment as she looked up at him. “Hmm” considered Juice as he knelt next to her gazing intently upon the two pumpkins in question before giving each one a firm slap before standing up and pretending to write his notes. “After a rigorous round of testing. I say we get both” announced Juice as he grinned down at Cori who was wiping her eyes from the laughter as she tried to recover from the sight of him hitting the pumpkins. “Thank goodness you were available today to test them for me” replied Cori after she caught her breath. “Both it is” she added as she stood up and wiped her hands on her pants as she smiled at him as he started to load the wagon.

As they made their way to the exit to pay Cori grabbed Juices hand interlacing their fingers. “Thank you for today. Means a lot to me” she murmured as she squeezed his hand as she looked up at him catching his gaze. “Anything for you” replied Juice caught off guard as his eyes locked on hers before leaning down and kissing her gently on the lips.

#sons of anarchy #ravennasmasterlist #halloween #soa fanfic #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy juice #juice x oc #happy lowman #sons of anarchy fanfic #sons of anarchy headcanon #juice soa

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝐉𝐚𝐱

A lot of charming smiles and longing stares. Jax knows how to make someone feel wanted. Not calculating per say, but knows how to ruffle your feathers. Finds reasons to bump into you on the street.

Often wonders how well you would be a second parent to Abel. How your little family would operate. How well you’d get on with his mother and the club. Could you handle it? From the interactions, you certainly could. There was a fire within you. It’s what made him pine over you.

Shows his care for you by giving compliments. Likes to see you smile and laugh at the things he says. He’d be so flirtatious.

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞

Not a man of many words, Opie would love you from afar. The guys would notice and egg him on, make fun of him for it. Jax would see the major puppy dog eyes, and encourage him to ask you out.

He would think about you night and day, wondering what you were up to and what you did with your time. Could you ever love a guy like him? Would you like to be a step-parent?

Shows his care for you by doing practical things. Making sure you have enough of something or checking out your car if there’s a leak or a light on the dashboard.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

Wants to talk to you as much as possible. Visits your workplace more than he needs to. Calls you sweetheart in that Scottish accent, which makes you feel at ease. He’s more of a calmer presence, someone that makes you feel content. Always makes sure to wink at you before he leaves. He has an extra ego boost whenever he interacts with you.

Chibs likes to imagine what life would be like with you in his life. How easily you would fit into his way of living. The pride he would feel with you as his significant other.

Shows his care for you by giving gifts. But they’re mainly practical gifts. “Oh, I saw you didn’t have a spare umbrella” or “everybody needs an extra flashlight.” The gifts always put a smile on your face.

#jax teller headcanons #opie winston headcanons #chibs telford headcanons #jax teller #opie winston #chibs #chibs telford #teller morrow #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy headcanon #sons of anarchy x reader #soa #soa headcanons #soa preferences #sons of anarchy preferences #preferences #headcanons #witchthewriter #gender neutral reader

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drabbles-mc · 2 years

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Enjoy Yourself

Chibs Telford x F!Reader

Request by @1witch-hybrid1: you and chibs are at a club party and a slow song just came on (preferably 'you make it easy' by Justin Aldean) and you guys just start to slow dance and it just goes on

Warnings: 18+, alcohol, fluffiness

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A/N: I did tweak this just a little bit, but I hope you still enjoy it! Also, as much as I love me some Jason Aldean, I didn’t mention any songs specifically just for the sake of people being able to sort of picture what they want. Chibs is one character that I always get anxious about writing so I hope this came out okay!

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It had been a relatively tame night at the clubhouse, as far as clubhouse nights go. It was a somewhat reasonable hour still when all the guys had either gone home or stumbled off to their dorms. It was a rarity, and you were going to take advantage of it while you could. You switched the music over to your own playlist, wanting a break from the music that had been pounding into your skull all night. It was fitting when everyone was there and partying, but when it was just you trying to clean up after the fact, you wanted something a little different to help you start to wind down.

Garbage bag in hand, you started making your way around and collecting up the scattered cans and bottles around the clubhouse. Parties may have been extenuating circumstances, but the fact that hardly any of these men seemed capable of finding a garbage can all night made you wonder what state their houses were in. Shaking your head to dispel the thoughts, you let your mind finally start to slow down for the first time all night. Cleaning wasn’t your favorite part of the night, but it was one of the easiest parts.

You were humming along, nodding your head to the beat as you picked up a few more empty beer bottles. You were too in your own zone to notice the fact that someone walked out from back hall. Chibs moseyed out from the hallway that joined the clubhouse to all of the dorms. He’d originally just been coming out to get himself a bottle of water to try and balance out everything else from the night. He hadn’t been expecting the softer music, or you. He moved quietly to the kitchen to get a drink, not wanting to disturb you.

The sound of the refrigerator closing was what clued you in to someone else being there. Turning around, you couldn’t help but be a little surprised to see Chibs standing in the doorway watching you. You could see the tiredness in his features, but he was still smiling at you nonetheless.

“Thought you’d be asleep by now,” you joked as you tossed one more bottle into the bag in your hand.

“And I thought you’d be home,” shifting off the doorframe, he walked closer to you.

You laughed, your face already getting warm from the small handful of words shared between you. You shook your head as you tied off and dropped the bag in your hand, sitting on the arm of the couch as he walked closer to you.

“Some of us can’t just take off whenever we feel like it,” your smile was tired but genuine.

“You ever really want to take off that bad?” there was a knowing smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, “Believe it or not, sometimes I would love to be home in bed buried underneath as many blankets as possible.”

He stopped right in front of you, much closer than the two of you had ever been, especially when you were alone. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you weren’t sure if the two of you had really ever been alone before, not like this anyway. There was always so many people around. Not now, though. And as you looked up at him from your sitting position, all the feelings bubbling in your chest were reinforcing that fact. He wasn’t even touching you yet but your heart was thudding in your chest, wondering what he was thinking, what was going to happen next.

“Leave now then,” he nodded towards the door but his eyes stayed fixed on you, “Promise I won’t tell on ya.”

You laughed and shook your head, “Not that I don’t appreciate that, but I might as well finish what I started.”

“C’mon,” he held his hand out for you to take, “take a break, then.”

You chuckled, trying not to come off as jittery as you felt as his hand wrapped around yours, “And do what?”

“Enjoy yourself,” he pulled you off the couch and nearly flush against him, “for once.”

You laughed, hating how breathless you sounded from nothing, “I enjoy myself plenty, thank you very much.”

He raised one eyebrow, clearly not believing a single word you said, “Don’t gotta lie to me, love.”

You were fairly certain that if he held eye contact with you any longer you were going to melt directly into the floor, “Got a more enjoyable way for me to spend my time at this hour, then?”

His lips curled into a smile as he tugged you closer, erasing what little distance was left between you, “Sure.”

You weren’t able to stifle the giggle that slipped past your lips as he slipped his arms around your waist, one hand resting flat against the small of your back to keep you pressed against him. Following his lead, you draped your arms over his shoulders, hands interlocking behind his neck. You’d never thought of Chibs as much of a dancer, and you’d thought of him plenty, but the way he so easily pulled you in had you rethinking some things.

As if he could read your mind, he asked, “What?”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head, “Didn’t have you pegged as the whisking girls off to dance in the middle of the night type, I guess.”

“Why’s that?” the tiny smile tugging at the edges of his mouth was making your heart flutter.

“I, uh,” your eyes dropped to the floor, finding it hard to focus on trying to have any semblance of rhythm while also looking at him and carrying on any kind of conversation, “I don’t know.”

He chuckled, “Would’ve asked you sooner if I got the chance to.”

That got you to look back up at him, “Yea?”

He nodded, “See you dancing by yerself behind the bar all the time when you work.”

Your face felt like it was on fire, “Didn’t think any of you guys paid attention.”

“I do.”

You weren’t even aware of what you were doing as you started to nervously play with the ends of his hair. You idly twirled the locks at the nape of his neck, just needing something to fidget with, and he could tell by the look in your eyes that you didn’t realize that you were doing it. He wasn’t upset about it, wasn’t going to mention it to you in fear that you’d stop. Neither of you said anything after that, the only noise in the clubhouse now was the sound of your music.

As the seconds stretched into minutes, you expected it to get awkward, uncomfortable, but it didn’t. Much to your surprise, you found yourself easing into him, resting against him as the two of you swayed. Every now and then you’d feel his thumb going back and forth against the small of your back. Even with the butterflies in your stomach, being held that closely and gently by Chibs felt comfortable, felt right. There were a couple times when you wanted to say something, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

The song started to fade out, and as the next one began to play, Chibs leaned back to be able to get a better look at you. There was a hint of a smile on his face, “Not a bad break, right?”

Your laugh was soft, “Not bad at all. In fact,” you slid your hands so that they rested on his shoulders, ��I have time for one more if you do.”

He chuckled, “’Course I do.”

Taking one of your hands in his own, he stepped back away from you. Confusion crossed your face for a moment as he put the distance between you. It disappeared quickly, however, when a smile broke out across his face and he gave you a twirl before pulling you right back into him again. Laughing, you melted right back into him, hands resting lightly on the sides of his neck.

“Chibs?”

“Yea?”

You smiled, thumbs gently moving along the side of his neck, “Thank you.”

“No,” he smiled as he shook his head, “I should be thankin’ you.”

You laughed, “For what?”

“Lettin’ a guy like me,” he moved one hand up so it was cupping the side of your face, “dance with a beautiful lass like you.”

You tried to laugh but it came out soft, breathless as heat flared up in your face, “Chibs…” your voice trailed off, not really sure what you wanted to say next.

Your eyes dropped to the floor and Chibs immediately stopped swaying with you. Tilting your chin so you were forced to look at him, he said, “What is it?”

“Nothing,” you wanted to look away but you couldn’t. You were fairly certain that he could hear the pounding of your heartbeat.

“’s not a crime to enjoy yourself, y’know.”

You managed a smile despite your nerves creeping back in, “I know.”

“Alright,” there was a hint of a smirk on his face.

You tried not to think yourself out of a good thing, “Spin me again?”

He laughed nodding, “Of course.”

You laughed as he gave you another twirl, the action coming to him so easily. When he pulled you back to him, there was a long pause as the two of you looked at each other, smiles on both your faces. He was waiting to see what your next move would be, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were wondering that too.

You didn’t know when you were going to have the opportunity again, so before you could try and think better of it, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. It was soft, and over almost as soon as it started. But you did it. Pulling back, you looked to see his reaction, relief flooding through you when you saw him smiling.

“C’mere,” there was a tinge of humor in his voice as he pulled you back in for another, longer kiss.

You couldn’t help the laughter that was bubbling in your chest, reveling in the feeling of his arms wrapping tighter around you. Your hands were still cupping both sides of his face when you pulled your lips off of his. You smiled, “Should’ve asked me for a dance a long time ago.”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Oh yea?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip for a moment, “Yea.”

Pressing another quick peck to your lips, he said, “Gotta make up for it, then.”

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siralosz · 5 months

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Knight of Hope: quando apenas ser o chão do time não basta.

Esse é o segundo post de análise de classpect e também o segundo post sobre Cavaleiros seguido.

Um Cavaleiro da Esperança, ou Knight of Hope (KoH) é, como todo bom Cavaleiro, um herói. Mas existem vários tipos de herói e nesse caso, nosso herói da vez é o típico protagonista de anime genérico... Ou não.

Vamos começar definindo um Cavaleiro da Esperança antes de sua máscara. Esperança é canonicamente o aspecto mais poderoso da obra e possuí vários significados bem abertos, como desejo, fé (não é somente sobre religião), anjos e mentiras (ou no caso, a sua verdade).

Este Cavaleiro seria alguém com um forte senso de justiça, mas Rage que é sobre a verdade exterior, ao seu redor. No caso de um Cavaleiro da Esperança, é um justiceiro que acredita em seus ideais próprios ideais, servindo o time com isso muitas vezes e muitas vezes, sendo um pé no saco dos outros com isso. E não preciso dizer que será sempre o Cavaleiro a estar certo.

Então... Se fosse para definir o tipo de protagonista de anime, seria:

Agora, sobre a máscara.

Isso é um conceito completamente abrangente e que pode se manifestar de diversas formas – assim como toda a tendência comportamental dos outros classpects –. Talvez você seja alguém que finja estar motivado, sempre disposto a agir como o próprio protagonista de anime para levantar a moral dos outros, porque você quer se ver assim, quando na verdade esconde suas inseguranças. Porque é mais fácil agir "normalmente" e alegre em um dia ruim do que desabafar (o que é uma mentira).

Isso por si só já pode descrever diversas pessoas que possam vir a se identificar com esse classpect, mas ainda falta a própria fé. Você pode ser alguém que se passa por religioso por X motivos, alguém que prefere ter fé em algo porque é melhor acreditar nisso do que si mesmo (outra mentira). Um classpect não dita o quão bom ou melhor alguém é por padrão, mas com certeza digo, se o Cavaleiro da Esperança perde a fé em você como ser humano, então pessoalmente eu iria na dele.

Esperança também é o aspecto do desejo, por mais que esse se manifeste de formas estranhas em homestuck.

Talvez você seja uma pessoa que tente pagar de pegador, o libidinoso do grupo. Ou o oposto, óbvio, usando da sua fé para suprimir seus desejos íntimos o mais soterrados possível por ser moralmente errado, por se envergonhar ou qualquer outra coisa.

Só lembrando que uma máscara não oculta apenas uma coisa, não é tão simples e fácil assim, Cavaleiro.

Agora deixando a máscara de lado, um Cavaleiro da Esperança serve... Servindo seu time com Esperança, óbvio. O que em uma sessão significaria que o aspecto está praticamente em falta, e cabe a você Cavaleiro manter os outros com os ânimos erguidos, de olho na vitória, desejando e com fé naquilo. Porque uma sessão com players que já não almejam a vitória definitivamente não será ganha, e isso que já soa desanimador terem sido os poucos sobreviventes do planeta terra, onde todos os que vocês amavam morreram ou estão presos em Derse. Não soa o ambiente mais fácil de servir o seu time com fé e esperança, então boa sorte.

Dito isso, todo Cavaleiro serve como um chão para seu time, o Cavaleiro NÃO pode falhar por nada. Então, seja esse chão, e faça questão de ser um BOM chão, não uma estrada de britas e/ou cacos de vidro. Isso serve tanto ingame quanto fora.

#homestuck #classpect #hope #knight of hope #solaire #jane crocker #jake english #homestuckptbr

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filipfuckingtelford · 10 months

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Aim for the head part 4

Here's the 4th part of soa twd crossover imagine. Feel free to comment and enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

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They drove all day, Chibs never slowed down, he knew they should get back home as soon as possible considering how empty all of the cities around were it won’t take those bastards long to find Sons and Mayans in Charming. Dozens of thoughts were rushing throug his mind about what they could do and how high their chances could be against people who now had all of the guns and military equipment from that fucking base. Sons had 8 club members who knew how to fight, they had twelve residents who just started their training. They had Y/N but Chibs would prefer her to stay away from the battle with those people. Mayans probably had about ten members for now. So it was not much and he had no idea how many people that gang had, neither how well equipped they were. It would be useful to stay longer and investigate but Sons and Mayans should know about the threat as soon as possible. There were two main points Chibs had on this matter. They probably can die soon was the first one. He needs to tell Y/N the truth about his feelings was the second. And he couldn’t tell which one was frightening him more.

In the evening they stopped by the diner near Modesto only to warn Kenny and Tracy about the gang they found. Chibs offered them to join Sons to have some more protections but they refused to leave.

“There’s nothing much they can take from us. It might be more safe to be here for us than to join a big group. Thank you for warning, we’ll be ready”

So Chibs and Y/N continued their way back home and in the middle of the night they finally reached TM shelter. Several gunshots accompanied them as usual, clearing their way to the gates. Chibs parked their car on the lot and rushed inside, waking up every Son on his way, ordering everyone to gather around the table. Sleepy, worried, confused Jax, Tig, Juce, Bobby, Ratboy and Happy headed to the chapel, while Telfored knocked the door of Clay and Gemma’s bedroom.

“What the hell you think you’re doing, Chibs?” Clay muttered as he opened the door.

“We need to have a talk as soon as possible. I have very bad news” Chibs replied shortly and headed to the chapel where his brothers were waiting for him to explain everything.

“Dad. You really need to come, please” Y/N said, taking Clay’s hand and he followed, cursing under his breath still.

When everyone took their places around the table and Y/N sat on her usual spot in the corner of the room, Chibs told his brothers about everything they saw on the way. The diner they could use for their further journeys, the places with supplies in Modesto and Fresno. The military base with those bastards who would take everything they want and probably kill anyone who will try to stop them.

“We need to warn Mayans and get prepared for the fight. There are no other shelters on the way from here to that fucking base. They will be here soon and they won’t like us being so wealthy” Chibs stated finally, while others were processing what they just heard.

“Tig, go visit Alvarez now. I need a meeting with him asap” Clay said after awhile and Trager left room without a doubt. They heard his bike driving away in no time.

“Now we all go to sleep. Especially you Chibs. You did good, coming back home as soon as possible. You need rest now. As soon as Mayans come we’ll decide what to do. Until that time I need everyone to calm down and have rest. And don’t tell other residents about what’s going on for now. We don’t need panic spreading out” Clay ordered and was the first one to leave the chapel.

Sons started leaving one by one and soon Chibs and Y/N were the only one left in the room silent and not looking at each other. Telford wanted to talk to her, but as she stood up to leave he still couldn’t find enough courage to stop her. So he headed to the bar counter and poured some scotch in the glass. He then lit a cigarette and took a deep drag of it.

“It has to be done” Chibs mumbled to himself, he needed to tell, he wanted to open his heart before all the shit starts tomorrow. There might be no other chance for him to do it. But how terrified he was of the reaction he will probably have from Y/N as soon as she finds out how he felt. She won’t laugh of course she’s too delicate and kind to laugh. But he knew for sure she would reject him and Chibs didn’t know if he was able to bare this pain.

Finishing his scotch Telford stood up and slowly made his way towards Y/N’s dorm. It took him several moments to knock the door and as he did he regretted it instantly. There was no answer at first and Chibs was about to leave, he was even happy somehow that she was sleeping already, but as he turned away the door opened.

“Filip?” He heard her quiet voice and looked at her only to be stunned by the beauty of this woman. Y/N was wearing only a long t-shirt, her hair still wet after shower, she was watching Chibs confused and curious. And God she was gorgeous.

“Aye, lass. I need tae talk to ya” Telford said, his thick accent revealing how nervous he was.

“Sure, come in” Y/N stepped away from the door and sat on her bed, never taking her eyes off him as Chibs entered the room and quietly closed the door.

He stood there in her bedroom, his back leaning against the door as he was trying to find words to express how he felt and couldn’t find any. God he was scared to tell her.

“Are you okay, Filip?” Y/N bended her head to the side and gave Chibs such a soft gentle smile that he felt overwhelmed with emotions. Love, admiration, passion mixed with sorrow, fear and insecurity. It was all too much for him.

“I’m… Nah, no really” Chibs replied in awhile and it was so new for him to admit that he’s not okay. “I wanay ya to kna something yer might no like, so please le ma speak and then I’ll leave”

He glanced at Y/N for a second only to see her nod and then looked away not able to face her while he was talking. Y/N was silent, giving Filip all the time he needed to gather his thoughts. His fingers were playing with the rosary on his neck as he finally spoke.

“I kna that in coupa days this whole place would be a mess. We’re gonnay have war ere” Chibs started explaining but that wasn’t really his point. It was just to remind himself once again why he wanted to open his heart to her. Y/N didn’t interrupt, she knew what’s coming, she saw it with her own eyes. Telford took a deep breath to calm down and make his accent ease a bit “I tha I have plenty o days ahead but na I kna we’re running outa time. And I need to tell yer before I die. I love yer, lassie. I love yer more tha I can express. Yer are the most amazing, beautiful girl I’ve ever met. You make ma heart stop and race the same time. I’d go to hell for yer. I’d kill and I’d die for yer. It’s wonderful and unbearable at thay same time to be aroun yer. I love yer, Y/N and nothing can change it”

Chibs paused. There was nothing more he had to say. He felt empty his eyes blurred with tears. He never thought those words would ever escape his lips, yet here he was, ripping his chest open and revealing his heart. There was no need to stay here longer. Y/N didn’t say anything and Telford didn’t dare to look at her now. He turned to leave and opened the door but felt small fingers on his back and stopped.

“Please, Filip, don’t go” Y/N whispered and Chibs obeyed. Closing the door he was still unable to turn to her and face her. Feeling ashamed and crushed he couldn’t find any reason for her to stop him from leaving. Then he heard Y/N speak again “Please, look at me”

Chibs turned around and looked down at her hardly breathing. She caught his palms and squeezed them with her fingers tight yet gently.

“Do yer pity me?” Telford asked and saw Y/N shaking her head with a small gentle smile on her lips. He was even more confused now than he was before this conversation started.

“I’ve never thought I’d hear those words from you, Filip. And there was nothing in this world I wanted more” Y/N whispered quietly while her palms slipped under his kutte and wrapped around his waist. “I love you too. And don’t you dare to even think of dying, you hear me?” She chuckled.

“But how…” Chibs shook his head, he refused to believe it just yet. It was just too good to be true. This beautiful young thing couldn’t feel that way about an old wreck he was.

“You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. You are the most loyal, reasonable, brave and wise man I’ve ever known. When you are around I feel safer than I ever felt. And the way you doubt yourself is so cute, you can’t even imagine” Y/N was whispering those amazing words to him, standing on her toes and showering kisses on his face. Chibs closed his eyes, pulling her closer, his palms resting on her back firmly and gently. His breath was getting heavier with every moment as he felt heat of her body making his blood boil.

Their lips met the next moment and the whole world didn’t exist for them anymore. Chibs lifted Y/N easily as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He laid her down on the bed as she started undoing buttons on his shirt and Filip kissed her again and again never having enough of her now when he finally could touch her. It was all gentle and slow at first as Chibs was afraid to hurt her, but the further they went the more passionate it became. Loving Y/N was what he needed for so long and what he thought he could never have.

First beams of light were reaching through the window into the room as the two of them were lying in bed, cuddled. Chibs couldn’t remember when was the last time he was as calm as he was now. They didn’t need to talk, their touch said it all better than words. How much they needed each other, how long they both were dreaming about it. And how dead Chibs would be if anyone knew about them. So Filip knew he had to go before everyone woke up and noticed him here.

“Your dad gonna kill me” Chibs smirked as he was dressing up, Y/N watching him from the bed.

“He won’t dare to, I’ll protect you” She laughed gently, running her fingers along his back, sending shivers all over his body “And we won’t tell anyone, don’t worry”

Filip stood up and kissed her gently once again before he left. He headed to his dorm, making sure no one saw him on the way. He took shower and got dressed up, there was no time for sleep as Mayans were about to come, but Chibs had no regrets. He’d stop sleeping at all if he could in exchange for spending time with Y/N. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her now and hardly could stop smiling as Sons and Mayans gathered in the chapel to discuss their situation.

“Before we start talking about the gang coming here from the south, I wanted to warn you all about the other threat that’s coming from the north” Alvarez said “We were about to send my man to your safehouse when Tig came to us. There’s a huge horde of empties coming our way. We saw them on our run recently. And when I say huge I mean it. That amount of those rotten bastards can smash our fortifications easily”

«Holly fuck» Clay cursed and others couldn't say a word at all.

«Exactly» Alvarez nodded and looked around to see the reaction.

What seemed like a huge problem was now the real catastrophe and no one in two clubs knew how to deal with it.

«We can fight those people, but we can't fight this horde» Clay stated finally «We should start seriously thinking about moving away from here and find ourselves some new place»

«But we have too many supplies, we won't ever be able to take everything with us and we need those things to survive» some Mayan exclaimed.

«No» Chibs shook his head «We need those supplies for comfortable life. We don't need all of this to survive and if we stay we won't need anything as we'll be a part of that horde»

«True. How long do you think it will take for empties to get here?» Clay supported Chibs and turned to Alvarez.

«I don't know. We just noticed it yesterday, let's go and see how fast they are moving» He shrugged and frowned «And you say we have several days before this new gang will find us?»

«I expect that, yes» Chibs nodded.

«So we probably will have to deal with them before the horde and before we can be ready to leave» Clay closed his eyes tired, he obviously was as confused as all the others but he was the one to make decisions now «I ask you Chibs to go with Alvarez and see how fast this horde is moving, so we know how much time do we have and meanwhile we will tell our people to prepare for the battle and then for departure»

Chibs nodded and stood up ready to go. Alvarez and one of his men followed him outside and in no time they hit the road, going to the north from Charming. It was such an unfortunate coincidence that both Sons and Mayans decided to go further for the run, headed opposite directions and found two threats at the same time. Like someone above was making fun of them. Chibs wasn't religious for a long time now but he couldn't explain what happened with anything else.

It took them couple of hours to get to the spot from where Mayans noticed that horde. Chibs saw it the moment they've stopped on the cliff on the right side of the highway that was going down the hill. He took his helmet off and unmounted from his bike looking down there. In miles away from them everything was covered with hundreds of oddly moving creatures, that were all walking slowly and clumsy, hitting each other, falling, crawling, standing up again and moving inevitably towards Charming. Like some kind of a disgusting rotten swarm.

«Jesus Christ» Chibs whispered, trying to wrap his mind around it. It was the most terrifying view he could only imagine.

«You see now what I mean when I say huge?» Alvarez stopped next to Chibs.

«It's fucking insane» Filip sighed, trying to understand the speed of this horde «I'm not sure, but I think they will enter Charming in several days»

He was looking down the hill trying to find any solution to save their town. He thought of some fortitications on the road, right here between two hills, but this amount of blindly walking beasts could breach any sort of walls eventually. Then one thing came to his mind and Chibs felt a glimpse of hope.

«We can attract their attention and make them go to the side. Drive closer to them, make sure they follow and head somewhere away from Charming» He said to Alvarez.

«Sounds dangerous. Let's head back to town, I need to think about it on the way» Alvarez wasn't happy about Chibs' suggestion but at least he didn't reject it instantly.

So Chibs, Alvarez and the other Mayan headed back to Charming and on the way there Telford kept thinking of his plan. They could take several bikes, drive towards the horde and then attract it's attention by engines and guns, then slowly lead those bastards away from the town and as soon as they make sure they are far enough they would need to speed up and get back home. It was dangerous, anything could happen during this ride but it was a real chance for them to save their shelters. If only they manage to defeat the other enemy.

At the clubhouse things were getting rough. Panic was spreading faster than Sons expected, when they told their people what's coming, no one thought people who were used to live in this new crazy world would be so shocked and terrified. Probably the fact that residents of TM safehouse always had son's protection made them soft and not prepared for any sort of difficulties.

Chibs unmounted from his bike and followed by Mayans entered the clubhouse where in the chapel others were waiting for them.

"How bad is it?" Jax asked as soon as Chibs took his place.

"Bad, Jackie Boy. It's a fucking disaster" Chibs took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes with his fingers.

"Your guy has a plan. Crazy one. As if he has less scars than he wants" Alvares smirked, his hands crossed.

"You fucking..." Chibs mumbled, but Tig grabbed his arm and shook his head.

"Shhh. Chibby we don't need more problems" He said quietly and Telford obeyed.

"What plan do you have, Chibs? Everything can help" Clay said, trying to ignore the annoying grin on Alvarez's fase as if the Mayans were not in the same danger.

"We could possibly drive closer to the horde and attract them, then lead them away from Charming. We'll need just several people to change each others and to be able to drive long enough for us to be sure those empties will move somewhere else" Chibs explained. He knew how crazy his plan was, but he also knew they can't sit here doing nothing if they have at least a slightest chance to be saved.

"Hmm..." Clay frowned, trying to weigh the pros and cons of this plan. He then looked at Alvarez "You're in if we decide to do it?"

"No" Alvarez shook his head "We're up for the fight with the gang, but afterwards we're leaving"

"Then we can count on our people only" Clay shrugged.

"You really want to leave Charming not even trying to save your base?" Bobby looked shocked and he was determined to appeal to reason of Mayans, but Alvarez was firm in his decision.

"This plan is a suicide mission. That's why I still have almost all of my men alive. I don't allow them to risk their lives in sake of some crazy idea when there is a better way to solve this problem" he stated. "Let's talk about the fight and then we'll leave you to get ready for it and prepare for the departure"

"TM shelter is the first thing the gang will see after they enter Charming. So the battle would take place here. I need your men to be here ready to meet enemy with us. We'll provide you with beds and we'll prepare our territory for the fight" Clay said never breaking eye contact with Alvarez "All you need is to have enough guns and armour"

"Deal. We'll be here tomorrow morning. Have fun discussing your crazy plan" Alvares left, followed by his people, leaving Sons to deal with the second problem.

"Let's vote" Clay sighed as soon as the door closed behind the Mayans.

Sons voted unanimously for the plan Chibs offered even though everyone had concerns about the details.

"How many people do you think we need?" Juice asked after they voted and started discussing the actual actions.

"Let's see" Chibs shrugges "We might need three pairs of people changing each other. But at first all of them would need to surround the horde as the sound of the engines and gunshots in front of it may not reach those who are behind"

"Fuck... how many of them are there?" Happy spoke and it was unique to see him showing any emotions.

"Fucked hundreds, Hap" Chibs sighed.

"Sweet mother of god" Tig whispered, hiding his face in his palms.

"Yeah" Chibs nodded and looked around "Who wants to join?"

Everyone raised their hands but Clay shook his head and warned "We might have the fight taking place at the same time, guys. Me and Bobby won't go, I'm too old and I need Bobby here to coordinate our new recruits. Do me a favor, Jax, ask your sister to join us"

"No!" Chibs protested before he could stop himself "Please, Clay! Don't send Y/N there! Alvarez is right, it might be the suicidal mission"

"We don't have enough people, Chibs. If Mayans won't help we have to use everyone we have and it's better to send Y/N with you there than let her join the battle here" Clay frowned, looking carefully at Chibs as if he was trying to understand the sudden surge of emotions he saw. "Call Y/N Jax"

"Fuck" Chibs mumbled and lit a cigarette his fingers shaking slightly.

Jax didn't have to leave the chapel, he only opened the door and saw Y/N who was right behind it listening carefully for what was going on inside.

"Well hello there" Jax smirked, looking at his sister with a mixture of discontent and fun "I guess you've heard everything, so please join us"

As Teller got back to his seat, Y/N entered the room and gave Chibs small smile just for a second. It was noticed by Clay somehow and he frowned even more.

"Baby, I know it might seem irresponsible from me as your father, but..." Morrow started, but Y/N interrupted him.

"I know, we don't have enough people and we need someone to stay here and protect our home. I'll go there with Chibs... and the others you choose" She stopped behind Clay's chair and God Chibs wanter her to be behind his back right now. He just couldn't face her. Now that he knew she loved him as much as he loved her it was even harder to think of something bad could've happened to her.

"Good. Now we need four more of us" Clay was looking at the table infront of him. He didn't want to decide who of his brothers to send for one suicidal mission and who to keep here for the other one.

"I'll go. We seem to be a good team" Tig smirked.

"Me too" Juice replied, even though it was obvious he's terrified by the only thought of hundreds of empties around him.

"You won't let me go again?" Jax raised his eyebrow.

"If the fight will happen at the same time, it's better for you to be closer to Tara and boys" Y/N said.

"Yeah, but I thought we maybe hide those who can't fight somewhere away from this place? At Mayans?" Jax suggested and it souneded like a good plan.

"Not a bad idea" Chibs supported "We'll send those who can't fight with everything that we can take away from here. And if things go wrong we'll have someone to tell them to leave with Mayans"

"Yes. That sound reasonable. Mayans who will fight will stay here, meanwhile everyone who can't from our shelter will move to their safe house and be ready to leave" Clay nodded. It was bad, but it was right for those who couldn't protect themselves.

"I'll go with you guys then" Jax stated.

"That's it then" Chibs looked at his brothers and stood up "Let's get ready for this sheit"

He headed outside as soon as Clay's hammer hit the table but stopped as he heard presiden't voice.

"Chibs. Y/N. Stay for couple of minutes. Others can go. Jax, go talk to everyone about the plan" Morrow was looking at Chibs with suspicion but didn't say anything as the rest of the club members were leaving the chapel.

"What is it, dad?" Y/N asked as soon as there were only three of them left in the room.

"Chibs?" Clay leaned back against his chair.

"Clay?" Filip felt dizzy. He knew what was going on, but didn't want to admit it just yet.

"Y/N?" Clay looked at his daugher who now was standing in front of him on the opposite end of the table.

"What?" She replied trying to look as calm and innocent as possible.

"Stop making a fucking fool out of me!" Clay hit the table with his palms and stood up "You two can't trick me. I knew you're into her Chibs and I didn't want to do anything about it since I knew you were too reasonable to make it happen! I see something's different now. So tell me, Chibs. Name me the reason not to kill you"

"Daddy" Y/N pleaded.

"Shut up" Clay spit out still looking at Chibs.

"You can kill me, Clay" Filip shrugged "I couldn't help it. I love Y/N with everything I have in me. I mean no harm to her, pres. I know it's wrong, but the whole fucking world is wrong now"

"And you?" Clay turned to Y/N and noticed how pale and scared she was. His eyes softened. He was mad as hell but seeing her like this broke his heart.

"I loved Filip since I was sixteen and never stopped loving him even when I was away" She shrugged "Please, dad. I know I'm way too young for him but do you know any other man in this club who will care as much about me? Who will be as loyal and self-sacrificing?"

No matter how bad the situation was Chibs couldn't hide his smile. Hearing those words from her he couldn't help it, he felt so happy right now.

"Get outta here you two and make sure to behave. I deal with it after we deal with other shit" Clay closed his eyes, allowing those two to leave and they didn't hesitate.

As soon as they were outside, Y/N grabbes Filip's hand and dragged him to her dorm. He tried to protest but couldn't reject her. The door closed behind them and Chibs pulled her closer to himself.

"Christ, lass" He laughed, kissing her soft.

Y/N chuckled nervous, returning him kisses "I thought he might really kill you, Filip. How did you allow him to reveal our secret so soon?"

"I couldn't help it, lass" Chibs cupped her face and kept kissing her again and again, he just couldn't have enough of her. The worse the situation was the more he needed to feel her, hold her, kiss her "When I realised he wanted to send you with us, I just couldn't stop from protesting"

"I want to go, love. I'd rather be there with you than stay here not knowing what's going on there with that horde"

"Fuck lass. I wish I could convince you to join your mom and Tara and stay away from both the battle and the horde, but I know I can't" Chibs frowned and sat on the bed "I'm so scared of loosing you, Y/N. I don't know how to live if something happens to you"

"I can protect myself, you saw it" Y/N landed next to Chibs and wrapped her arms around him "And I'd rather face those empties than men with guns. I'm not used to fighting people, you know"

Telford nodded. He knew she would never stay away from this and it was better to have her around.

"We need to go, Filip. We need to get ready, to help our people prepare. They are scared, they need help now" Y/N gave him a gentle kiss and stood up.

"Aye. Let's go lass" Chibs obeyed and left the room following her.

The TM shelter was a mess for following hours. People were scared at first but Jax, Chibs and Clay managed to put everyone together to start doing what was needed. They divided into three groups - those six who would face the horde, those fifteen who will get ready for the battle here at the safe house including Clay, Bobby, Ratboy and the twelwe new recruits and the third and biggest group of people who would go to Mayans place with all the supplies they decided to take and be ready to leave Charming in case any part of the plan goes wrong.

Six bikes were ready for departure of the first group. Several cars were loaded with food, meds, some other usefull stuff. And everyone was working on fortifications they already had and the new ones. They were building covers on the territory of the safe house to have places to hide and shoot from. They made the watchtowers more protected, covering it's walls with steel sheets. Everything that could be done to give some advantages on the battlefield was done in no time.

In the middle of the night when they finished everything, Chibs was sitting on the table in front of the clubhouse smoking and trying to clear his thoughts. It was when he heard voices from inside.

"I need you to take care of Abel and Thomas, Tara!" Jax exclaimed.

"But guys might need a medic here! Boys can stay with Gemma!" That was Tara.

Chibs smirked. He knew it won't be easy to convince Tara to leave and stay away from the club. He hoped Jax would succeed though.

"Our sons need their mother!" Jax didn't care to talk quiet, he obviously was nervous as hell.

"And their father as well, Jax, but you will be in the middle of nowhere with this fucking horde of emties following you. I want to stay and help" Tara had her point though.

"Fucking shit, why don't you ever listen to me! I was away from any risk for ages allowing my brother to die for us. I'll go and you have to stay safe, please" Jax begged and there was silence for awhile.

Soon Jax appeared, leaving the clubhouse he approached Chibs and sat next to him.

"I can't believe how stubborn she is, Chibby" Jax smirked with grief on his face.

"Did you convince her, Jackie boy?" Chibs passed him a cigarette.

"She said she needed to think of it" Jax shrugged and took a drag of the cigarette.

"Aye. She'll be okay, kid. We all will be okay" Filip sighed heavily.

"Why did Clay ask you to stay earlier?" Jax suddenly asked after several minutes of silence.

"Fuck" Chibs laughed nervous and looked at Teller "It's about your sis. I had no chance to talk to you but I have to tell you. We're kinda together now"

"With Y/N?" Jax stood up and turned to Chibs confused "What do you mean kinda?"

"We didn't discuss it just yet, Jackie boy. I love her but we'll have to deal with it after... this. All of this" Telford looked him in the eyes and shrugged.

"And Clay knows? And you're still alive?" Teller laughed. This whole thing seemed to entertain him.

"Aye, he let me live since we don't have enough people" Chibs chuckled "I better go though, till your sister decided to kill me instead"

He hugged Jax shortly and headed to Y/N's dorm where he knew she was waiting for him to come. They had one more night together and God only knew what could've happened later.

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs #soa imagine #soa chibs #chibs imagine #crossover #the walking dead

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Golden Age

NCT Fanfiction

Capítulo 7

{isso é ficção! Recapitulando: anteriormente, Doyoung te deu grande ajuda e você acabou por retribuir! Agora é hora de encarar o desenrolar dela...}

Amanhece para o primeiro dia de trabalho na floricultura da família Lee.

Enquanto ata seu avental com cuidado para que não pareça amarrotado, se lembra de que ao sair de Mer, o estabelecimento era tratado apenas um comércio local promissor. Agora, quatro anos depois, a floricultura Lee é uma premiada e reconhecida loja da região. O negócio abarca uma boa parte das cidades vizinhas, atendendo as mais diversas encomendas.

A qualidade e diversidade das flores é de fato impressionante. Você dá uma breve bisbilhotada no catálogo assim que chega para o seu primeiro dia. Pudera; aos fundos da loja eles possuem uma grandiosa estufa. Não teve tempo de olhar, nem de longe, mas sabe por que River, o atendente, contou que a maior correria acontece por lá.

Entretanto, teve tempo de ler artigos que encontrou pela internet à respeito da loja e seu legado. Esse reconhecimento todo foi conquistado após Taeyong, o primogênito, tomar frente dos negócios. Você não sabe ao certo a história. Doyoung - e muito menos Taeyong - não deixou tão explícito. Fato é que agora você é mais um dos funcionários completando o rol da loja, e acredita que é um ótimo passo do dono contratar um Social Media. Ao contrário do que Doyoung pensaria, você prefere que Taeyong seja seu chefe, assim, sua relação se restringe a ser profissional, sem obrigação de evoluir de setor.

Taeyong deseja falar com você no primeiro horário. Assim que passa por você, bebendo um café comprado na padaria da esquina - que por acaso... por acaso é onde Doyoung trabalha - te chama em sua sala.

Imagina que a sala do dono seja um canto especial, com uma placa dourada na porta. Mas está mais para depósito da floricultura. Tem caixotes empilhados e flores secas - não foram secas de propósito, é que ficaram velhas pelo tempo. E, detesta pensar nisso, mas cheira a velório. No meio da bagunça se encontra uma escrivaninha com duas cadeiras. Há algo que te incomoda também na aparência de Taeyong, mas que não dá tempo de analisar ao vê-lo indicar que você se sente quando ele mesmo o faz.

— Primeiro eu queria dizer que você foi contratada pelo seu talento — solta ele.

— Pelo que mais seria?

Taeyong crispa os lábios. Parece que ele só dá bolas foras com você.

— Quer dizer, quer dizer- hm, desculpa se pareceu que eu quis dizer outra coisa, eu- é- enfim... Eu só queria dizer que seu trabalho é incrível, é isso.

— Ah, agradeço.

— Pode me mostrar o que você pensa pra primeira postagem da loja?

— Claro, mas está no meu computador, vamos precisar voltar à loja.

Fazem o caminho de volta, o que você agradece mentalmente, porque a sala te dá claustrofobia.

— Enquanto você não estava, River me ajudou com estas fotografias aqui. — Mostra a ele.

— Impressionante. — Taeyong matuta por alguns segundos a mais, fixo no seu trabalho. — Vou voltar na minha sala agora, qualquer coisa é só chamar. Mas... Eu confio no seu trabalho, viu?

Não sabe se a sentença soa mais como "não me perturbe", mas prefere acreditar que ele apenas é sincero.

Certamente você não espera um grande movimento de pessoas entrando e saindo do estabelecimento. A maior parte das encomendas é feita por telefone ou mensagem de texto. Os funcionários se revezam na estufa. Você decide por acompanhar o vaivém, para analisar um possível conteúdo de bastidores.

Nada poderia te preparar para a beleza da estufa. River te acompanha em um pequeno tour, que tem você desviando de todos os demais que correm empilhando caixas, cortando plantas e flores e o caos natural da labuta. A estufa em si é escondida por uma adorável fachada de casa, que poderia muito bem ser a casinha de uma avó que gosta de tricotar. É amarela de janelinhas verdes e cornijas brancas. Vocês atravessam a porta, onde, na entrada, são feitos arranjos. Há duas pessoas trabalhando vigorosamente em duas bancadas. Adiante, ela: a estufa. Enorme e linda como um sonho dourado. O cheiro é como o qual se espera de um campo de flores. E há tantas cores...

— Impressionante — sussurra. Mas River ouve; ele sorri para você.

— É tudo mérito do Taeyong. Claro, o pai dele deixou de herança, mas ele se virou muito bem. Quando ele chegou aqui, não sabia nada. Nada de nada mesmo. Foi triste. — Esboça um sorriso ao lembrar.

— Entendo, mas olhe só para os seus colegas trabalhando! Eles também tem uma parte nisso.

— Sim, sim, verdade. Eu falo que é mérito dele porque tava tudo praticamente acabado. Ele livrou a família de uma dívida enorme. E sempre reconheceu o esforço dos funcionários. Eu sei que é clichê dizer, mas isso aqui é uma família.

Está boquiaberta. Ainda mais quando dá alguns passos adiante e reconhece, num canto quase esquecido, mas estrategicamente posicionado, um herbário. É lindo, é a coisa mais linda que você já viu! E olha que esteve rodeada por arte durante quatro anos inteiros.

— Desculpe, é difícil acreditar que ele, com aquela... sala... tenha feito algo tão... lindo.

— Ah, aquela sala... Desde que o Sr. Lee morreu, ele deixa o lugar intacto. Com as mesmas flores e tudo. Mas já fazem mais de dez anos.

— Desculpe perguntar... Desculpe se soar rude. Do que o Sr. Lee faleceu?

— Câncer. Infelizmente descobriram no último estágio da doença, os tratamentos não fizeram muito efeito.

— Deve ter sido difícil para a família, não?

— Com certeza, mas muito mais pro Taeyong, ele que assumiu tudo...

Você se senta na cadeira de ferro defronte o herbário e analisa o movimento contínuo. Anota pensamentos e faz algumas fotografias para conteúdos posteriores e depois se põe a desenhar. Pudera! Que lugar inspirador, e que história...

Mas há um momento em que vira um marasmo. Aproveita que está com o Seedgram aberto e resolve fazer algo que não considera tão profissional - mas a curiosidade é maior. Clica na conta que está vinculada à da floreria. A conta do seu chefe, Taeyong.

Fica um pouco surpresa pelo que encontra. Sim, algumas fotos são de Taeyong na gandaia, como é de se esperar. Mas a maioria delas são fotos com a família, com seus pets e praticando hobbies - você descobre que ele gosta de jogar badminton. Rola o feed até encontrar o que te interessa mais: o perfil de Jaehyun. Guarda o nome para segui-lo no seu celular, visto que o que usa foi cedido por Taeyong. Quase deixa o aparelho de lado quando algo te chama mais atenção do que o lindo e esculpido rosto de Jaehyun: é a postagem mais antiga do perfil de Taeyong. Um carrossel de fotos, cujo a primeira é uma mão em destaque, com um anel. Clica no carrossel. A legenda tem um texto qual não se atenta para ler - você quer mesmo ver o rosto a quem ele foi escrito.

Leva sua mão na boca instantaneamente.

Taeyong foi noivo de Arrow. Ou melhor: Alvorada - Arrow é agora seu nome artístico. A garota que foi expulsa - repete mentalmente, expulsa - de CT, Academia de Belas Artes.

Ela era tão diferente quando estava com ele... Na verdade, ambos eram bem diferentes. De alguma forma, ela até se parecia com você na maneira de se vestir. E é muito estranho imaginar que a musicista já foi exatamente como está naquela foto.

Aí é que vem a fofoca, os pontos que se ligam na sua cabeça bem devagar: Alvorada foi expulsa da Academia por atentar contra as regras. Um desperdício, visto que todos os anos muitas pessoas se digladiam por uma vaga lá, e ela era um perfil perfeito: uma excelente violinista. Acontece que se envolveu com um dos professores, o ex-baixista de uma banda dos anos 80. Foi um grande escândalo quando a história veio à tona. Haviam muitas outras fofocas completamente desagradáveis e cheias de detalhes sórdidos sobre o caso. Fato é que, a moça da foto, com o sorriso fofo por causa das bochechas cheias e nariz corado como o de uma inocente boneca de porcelana, usa agora um pixie cut, roupas largas e têm várias tatuagens. Além, claro, de ser vocalista de uma banda de rock.

Se flagra de soltar uma interjeição ao desvendar a história, mas a deixa escapar por que Taeyong simplesmente se materializa diante de você.

— Que susto!

— Foi mal, eu só vim avisar pra você que é hora do almoço. — Ele passa a mão pela nuca. — Topa ir incomodar o Doyoung?

Você se levanta num rompante, joelhos trêmulos tanto pelo susto quanto pelas conclusões precipitadas.

— Vamos lá... — acorda, inconscientemente.

#golden age #nct longfic #taeyong longfic #doyoung longfic

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juiceortiz · 5 days

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#mine #soa

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yr-obedt-cicero · 1 year

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Should I read The Song of Alexander or Duty and Inclination first? Which do you prefer?

I've never had the chance to fully read D&I, but I hear great things about it. According to the author of SOA, they're too very different books and genre's, so I wouldn't necessarily take one over the over but rather read both if you can. Since one is literally free.

#queries #sincerely anonymous

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rp-partnerfinder · 2 months

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Hello all! You can call me Apidae! I'm 25, NB, and I've been roleplaying for a little over a decade. I guess l'd be considered semi-lit, considering I tend to favor a couple lines to 2-4 paragraphs, I'll elaborate in a few paragraphs so bear with me. I am versatile and can play any gender and I expect the same of you.

I'm looking for someone who can respond a couple times a day minimum, as that's usually what you can expect from me. Communication is preferred, if you're gonna be busy just let me know. I will not write with anyone below the age of 22.

I love urban fantasy and high/medieval fantasy but even just having Magical elements in SoL roleplays is awesome. Currently, I have a few plot ideas that really excite me. I'll list a few below. I love romance, drama, and a lot of angst. I love the gut wrenching, hard to not cry topics as much as the blushing romance so I need that variety. I like to feel like I'm there, ya know? I'm also okay with NSFW themes, so long as it doesn't fully take over the roleplay.

I definitely prefer quality over quantity soa well written one liner is 10x more preferred than a forced novella. I always struggle when partners offer three-four paragraphs jam-packed with action and new information because almost always there is something in that first paragraph that, realistically, my character would have responded to, but by the end of the message so much more has happened that it is impossible to respond to while still making sense.

Plot ideas!! These are vague but I'm happy to flesh it out some more if we mesh.

Escaping Gods: this would be mxm or mxnb. Character b is an immortal that's been evading an ancient god for forever, they fall in love with character a, sol shenanigans and then fighting god ensues.

I know this was kind of long, but I appreciate you taking the time to read it. If you would like to talk some more, feel free to message me here and if we click we can talk on discord.

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all are sfw except for Tig’s, so minors ... don’t read Mr Trager’s part. Oh and swears

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

𝐉𝐚𝐱

・He loves dates outside. It doesn’t even have to be on the bike. You can take the car and he’ll have one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh

・You never know when or where you’re going to stop. But it’s usually somewhere with a huge tree

・There’s a picnic blanket in the back, and when there isn’t, Jax lays out his jacket for you to sit down on

・Jax always automatically lays his head in your lap and closes his eyes (but not before winking at you)

・He isn’t falling asleep, only taking in the sun’s warmth and the softness of your thighs, basking in the feeling of contentedness

・His ideal date is literally just spending time with you. Talking, not talking, joking around, delving deep... he just loves your personality. There’s no topic too outrageous or off-limits

・Jax would have your favourite drink; alcohol, energy drink, soda etc whatever you like. Alternatively, he would go through the drive through so that you can munch down together and look completely unattractive while tomato sauce drips down your chins

・He doesn’t like restaurants because people are very judgemental, and he isn’t going to take off his cutte for anyone

𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞

・Didn’t really think about actual dates... you guys kinda just ... got into a relationship.

・He didn’t need to woo you, he just knew who you were and wanted you

・It was the same with you; you knew Opie and wanted him. No frills, no dancing around the subject.

・You were both very straightforward

・But after being in a relationship for 6 months, you saw the other Sons’ relationships and brought it up with Opie - curiosity with how he would plan a date

・He was a bit taken aback because he loves doing the mundane things with you; grocery shopping, bathing together, watching tv

・But then he found this place, ax-throwing, and you were both so excited to go

・It ended up being one of your new favourite hobbies

・And then the place had a separate section with a smashing section and GOD you two were there for hours

・It’s a weekly thing now

・Even if the week hasn’t been too heavy, you still both want to go and let off some steam. Whether it’s because of something small ... or not

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬

・Has dated a few women in his lifetime, but never loved one as much as Fiona. Until he met you.

・You drew him in and he’s been loyal ever since; even on the road, with the crow-eaters, he’s never looked at anyone but you.

・It may come as a surprise but Chibs is quite romantic.

・Flowers, buying your favourite food, jewellery etc

・He knows that although it’s traditional, you still enjoy it. (And it’s not just roses and heart necklaces. He knows your favourite flowers and your taste in jewellery)

・You loved how he showered you with gifts, but you wanted to do something together

・And that’s when you showed him brewery tours.

・At first he didn’t like it (not a wine fan), but then you found one that was based on whiskey, rum - brown liquor, and he adored it

・So basically his ideal date it getting drunk together?

・He also enjoyed going to a pub with you; it had the feeling of Scotland and Chibs was so excited to show you the similarities:

“And that righ’ there sweetheart, all those pictures; they have ‘em in every pub back in Scotland-”

𝐓𝐢𝐠 (NSFW! 18+!)

・Despises anything formal

・He doesn’t like the feeling of not being good enough to be in fancy places

・Plus, he just doesn’t think it’s “his style”

・So a lot of your dates are spontaneous and always start on his bike (and ugh ... end in his bed)

・Very sexual and cannot keep his hands off of you. Having alone time together is sparse since being apart of the club takes up most of his time

・Every night he gets to spend at home means a night full of love mak- okay it’s full of fucking.

・Drive-ins are another of his favourite though

・When he was younger, he used to go when his home life got too rough. Some place to escape, and it was easier to sneak in than a movie theatre

・That’s where he likes to take you when you’v had a rough day. But he also has an extensive movie range. So when you can’t be bothered to go out, you just stay at home, snuggle up and have a movie marathon

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲

・Something low-key but sentimental

・Happy doesn’t have a lot of money, but it doesn’t stop him from creating a romantic atmosphere.

・He’s one of the more emotionally charged Sons

・Not afraid to show his affection and love for you

・Happy first arrives by bike out the front with a bouquet of (stolen) flowers, a helmet for you and a backpack with drinks and food.

・He takes you to ‘the look out’. It’s on the outskirts of Charming that overlooks the woods and houses below

・He has a blanket, gives you his jacket and asks about your day while setting everything up

・You know he cares he’s put a lot of thought into it

・Maybe it isn’t a fancy restaurant, and the food isn’t 5 stars, but you know that he put a lot of effort into it

・On special occassions like being together for a certain amount of months/years. Happy will take on extra work/shifts so he can saved up a bit of money and take you somewhere fancy

・Not just a nice restaurant, but a hotel for a few nights.

・When you enter the hotel room, he runs the bath for the two of you. Afterwards you order room service and have it sitting in bed, white robes on, watching a rom com (he lets you choose from ‘This Means War,’ ‘Mr & Mrs Smith’, ‘Pride & Prejudice’ or ‘Leap Year’)

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・A lot of thought is put into his dates. More so than the others

・You are the light of his life, and contrary to the others, you’re more important that the club

・So his ideal date foremost, is uninterrupted by a call from Clay

・With you and him taking a trip somewhere out of Charming, possibly near a beach or somewhere exotic

・See, Juice can be very romantic, once he gets over his nervousness around you (it took a year into your relationship for him not to stumble over his words. You thought he had a stutter, but it was because he’s so anxious about you leaving him)

・He packs everything; orderly and neatly.

・Not forgetting anything of importance. If you take medication, than he has extra just in case, obviously extra pairs up underwear, because Juice too does that thing (you know what I’m talking about)

・Oh, and he wants everything to be a surprise. So he makes sure that your work has given you time off

・And he has at least three of your favourite things; a book, a figet toy, a puzzle, a gameboy, whatever it is - he has it all ready for you while you’re waiting for your plane

・Gives you the window seat, has ear plugs for you when you take off and land because of the pressure

・If you’re a nervous flyer than he never leaves your side, holds your hand the entire time and

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