#and so they're stuck in this state of being able to admit that their dad IS abusive and he IS an asshole

[clowndensation]

thinking about connor in prague saying "dad's theory was you got two fighting dogs, you send the weak one away, you punish the weak one." in relation to this episode, and the way the siblings view abuse inside their own family.

shiv and kendall and their belief that connor and roman are the weak dogs that got the brunt of logan's worst behavior, because abuse is reserved for the kids who can't behave - the ones who aren't smart and mature enough to make it in the world. abuse evokes pity, because abuse is what happens when you expect too much from people who obviously aren't capable of more.

and then they go forward in life, believing that they're just naturally more intelligent and more capable than connor and roman, as if being raised seeing what happens to you if you aren't a perfect child wasn't the entire point of the "punish the weak dog" mentality that logan instilled in them. the looming threat implied behind any praise they do receive that tacitly tells them "you're not like roman and connor" because everyone knows what happens to roman and connor.

the absolute height of the rich capitalist mindset. "we're succeeding because of our own merit, and other people fail because they don't have what it takes" when in reality they're succeeding because of arbitrary rules made up by someone who knows that infighting makes meaner dogs.

#he's literally putting them in a position where admitting that he abused them #forces them to admit that they're 'weak dogs' just like roman and connor #and that's SO antithetical to their own image of themselves that it would destabilize their entire worldview to admit that #and so they're stuck in this state of being able to admit that their dad IS abusive and he IS an asshole #but are absolutely unable to view themselves as receiving of that abuse #because being abused means being a victim. and victims are weak people who get fucked over. #and if they're weak people than how are they ever going to beat their dad? #they're so wrapped up in the worldview logan raised them in that they're completely unable to see #that he's set them up in a game they can't win #you can't heal from abuse if you can't admit that the things that happened to you were abuse in the first place #succession #also you may be asking 'vinnie didn't you make a post just like this last night' #and the answer is yes. but i'm still thinking about it. so.

[oriigirii]

Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞

"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"

Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha

Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings

Gender: Neutral!

Hotel: Trivago

* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *

{How did he know about your career?}

I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot

(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)

He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!

So him finding out is gonna take a while

But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)

This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.

He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.

But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...

To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)

Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.

If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.

You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)

{How does he feel about your streams?}

Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with

If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.

He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off

Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--

At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.

If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.

Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.

* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*

{How did he know about your career?}

I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!

Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing

You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.

When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.

Bro he's scared.

He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay

When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.

Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly

But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,

"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"

Streaming? why didn't you tell him???

Rude much.

He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment

Can Levi stop him?

Nah.

He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.

He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,

You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?

He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)

"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"

"Ill behave i promiseeeee"

"Cmon pleaseeee?"

Chat is c o n f u s i o n

NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere

but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad

So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"

Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing

As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.

Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?

{How does he feel about your streams?}

You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?

But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!

ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans

but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard

The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)

You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever

Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.

Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.

* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*

{How did he know about your career?}

He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned

His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?

Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?

He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.

You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him

He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you

Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U

He'll absolutely m e l t

But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm

Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond

Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them

But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)

You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.

Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.

Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.

Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.

{How does he feel about your streams?}

He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own

He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time

But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.

So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.

He might just end up watching you instead

May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you

You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.

Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan

Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.

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Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!

#Obey me #obey me fanfics #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me Mammon x reader #obey me Lucifer x reader #Obey me Leviathan x reader #obey me headcannons #obey me shall we date

[runwithwolvcs]

You Know I'm No Good - nine

prove them right

Warnings: none

I have a happy personality with a heavy soul, it's very tiring.

Waking up the next day, Tallulah was more than confused. She remembered Paul driving her home, but not getting home. She must’ve fallen asleep, but that wouldn’t explain how she got into her house, let alone her bed. There was a throw blanket draped over that she quickly tossed to the side. She was still in her jean shorts and tshirt from the night before, which were the last of her clean clothes from her duffle bag, she groaned out loud, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her stuff from Seattle still hadn’t arrived. She left her room, and knocked on the door next to hers, Lennas answered, clearly getting ready for work and raised one eyebrow at her half-sister, “Yes?”

“Can I borrow a hoodie, please.” She asked quietly, she's never had to ask to share clothes with anybody before, and only hoped this would go in her favour. Lenna sighed, and opened the door further, nodding her head in the direction of her closet.

Tallulah made quick work of the many hoodies Lenna owned, selecting an oversized red hoodie that had their school name on it. “Thanks, Lenna.”

“No problem. But, I get to borrow that brown flannel you own”

“Deal.” Tallulah agreed, throwing on the hoodie before leaving her to finish getting ready. She walked downstairs to the kitchen where she knew her dad would be, deciding there was no time better than now to ask about the Port Angeles trip with her friends from Seattle. She smiled at him as he looked up when she entered the room, “Good Morning, Tal.”

“Morning Dad.” She chewed her lip, before spitting out nervously, “Can I visit with my friends next friday? They’re going to be in Port Angeles.” she looked at her dad expectantly as he mulled over the idea, before ultimately shaking his head no, “I don’t think that's a good idea, Tally.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance, “What do you mean it's not a good idea!? They’re my friends who I have known since I was a kid! You let me go out with pretty much strangers just last night!” She nearly yelled, she was angry and annoyed that the level of control she had in current life felt like it was at zero. “These same friends that got you into all this trouble are the reason you are not going to see them.”Her dad's voice now raises slightly too, clearly she gets her ability to stay calm from him, or lack of.

“They didn’t get me into anything! I did that myself! Those were my choices. And maybe I shouldn't have. But I did, and now I’m here and you're refusing to let me move past them. It’s not fair!”

“You’re not going, Tally and that's final.” She spoke with such authority that she knew better than to argue.

“Fine!” she fumed, turning on her heels and heading for the front door. Grabbing her car keys as she did so. She slammed the front door as she made her way to her car, climbing in and slamming that door too. She rested her forehead on the steering wheel as she took a few deep breaths to collect herself.

After figuring she was calm enough to drive, she started the engine and pulled away from her house, following random roads with no destination in mind.

Turning right, a mix of stand alone stores came into view, Uley's BookStore amongst them. She could see Paul's blue truck sitting outside of it. She didn’t know exactly why, but she wanted to see him and before she could stop herself she was parking her car next to his and climbing out.

She walked into the store wearily, a small chime alerting that someone had just walked.

She spotted Paul almost immediately as he lifted his head up from his spot at the counter that he was occupying, pen in hand and papers all laid out, ‘Hey, you didn’t tell me you were going to stop by today.” he said, his smile mirroring her own. All anger from 15 minutes prior had left her mind, just from being in his vicinity. “Last minute decision.” Tallulah admitted,

“Do you work here?” she asked as she marveled at the petite shop, its painted a forest green colour with dark wooden bookcases. Some were already lined with books, others were bare. Tallulah assumed those were recently put together. There's a bright red spiral staircase that leads to the second floor in the corner of the room, adjacent to the door she had previously walked through. It felt so cozy and welcoming.

“No. I’m just helping Sam and Emily out.” he said, setting down whatever he had been working on before she had walked in.

“Oh. What do you do then?” she spoke as she continued to look around the store, “Did you build these yourself?” she asked, thoroughly amazed as she looked at him. Paul nodded, “I do lots of things.”

Tallulah tilted her head, clearly looking for more clarification.

“I, uh, fixed up Chief Blacks wheelchair ramp a while back and kind of just stuck with odd jobs like that around the rez. I liked to do something else eventually. When I’m able to settle down.” Paul spoke, watching her as she ran her index finger down the spine of a book. “Settle down?” she asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at him. He nodded in return, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “I work for Sam mostly, but I don’t want to be doing that forever.” Tallulah held back the urge to roll her eyes, “Right, his little protection squad he’s got going on.” she turned back to the bookshelf she was looking at, picking a book up off the shelf to read the synopsis. “Is that what they’re calling it these days'' She nodded her head while still looking, “Yeah, and from what I’ve gathered you guys are a real pain in everyones ass.” she teased, thinking about the night before when he had showed up with Sam in the clearing. Paul laughed before saying, “I’ll tell you more about it another day. Can you help me with this?”. Tallulah nodded and walked to him, he was holding a wooden shelf against the wall, but it wasn’t quite centered. They traded places and began to adjust it, stepping back to make sure it was centered before marking the wall so that he could drill the wall studs. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, making her want to be closer than they already were. She shook the thought from her and handed him the shelf before making her way to another bookshelf that had already been set up and filled.

She found a book on Quileute legends that she had yet to hear about and plucked it off the shelf before making her way to the counter and hopping up, and reading the first few pages.

“Here. You’ll like this one.” she heard him say, looking up as he brought a book over to her. She placed the one she was currently holding beside before taking the one from his hands, reading the name out loud, “The Wolves Are Back”, Tallulah looked up at Paul amused, “Very funny.” Paul laughed lightly at her reaction, “You’re the one who wanted to know if there were wolves here,”nudging her teasingly, “And you said there are wolves in the forest!” she exclaimed, “and if a bear could wander close to the rez so could the wolves, plus I heard one earlier this week” she stated, and he nodded his head, no doubt. “You’ll hear them all the time, but they're deep in the woods. They don’t come anywhere near civilization.” he assured.

Tallulah and Paul stayed at the bookshop until dark. The more she got to know him, the more she realized she had misjudged him. They way he talked about his group of friends, especially Sam made her realize just how similar they were. Loyal to a fault.

It also made her realize how she could in fact go visit her friends with just a simple white lie. And sure, she was supposed to be spending her time in LaPush bettering herself, but clearly after what her dad said, they don’t think she can. That she will always be no good. She’s not going to change their opinions of her, so she might as well live up to their expectations of her.

Tags:@cperry0516 , @bhasbhabiessss, @fuzzyfingersandcavier

#paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #twilight wolf pack #twilight wolves #sam uley #emily young #embry call #jacob black #leah clearwater

[jessiebanethedragon]

BOG to YYZ (Javier x reader)

Hey all! not too sure where this came from, but i was walking in the snow today and had this idea of bringing Javi home for the first time!  I’m Canadian so it takes place in Canada, sorry it’s not more ambiguous i just felt compelled to belt this one shot out outta nowhere. 

Please let me know what you think!

Javier x Canadian!Reader

Javier was such a beautiful sleeper, you lost count of how many sleepless nights you spent watching him softly snore. Those humid days in Bogata, and anxiety ridden nights in Medellin were overshadowed by him shirtless and passed out on your bed, those nights where he’d pull you closer and closer in his sleep for fear of you slipping away. And the dull ache in your neck from looking up at his face, finally calm while he slept. 

Seeing him now feels so different, passed out in the window seat of the airplane, dress shirt unwrinkled and hand not hovering above his belt where he kept his gun. The Narcos were gone, Pablo Escobar no more. 

“What will you do when we’ve caught him?” You’d asked one night, stuck in a cop car just outside of a narcos den, waiting for something to happen. 

“What will you do maravillosa?” He retorted, pulling his sunglasses down to look into your eyes, even though in the dead of night he didn’t need them anyways. 

“I’d like to see my family again.” You told him softly, thinking of the thick snowflakes and broad pine trees sent pangs of longing through your chest. 

“You never talk about them.” Javier commented, lighting a cigarette and opening his window. 

“You never talk about yours.” You quipped back, noticing his raised eyebrow even though he was staring at the Sicario den across the street. Your voice, he noted, was softer now, the same way it would soften when you whispered reassuringly to him after a particularly bad day. 

“I don’t like my family.” He pressed, purposely leaving  gasps in the conversation in hopes of getting you to talk. 

“Well, i don’t really either, i guess my family isn’t really my family, it’s more close friends, and then their families, i don’t know, it just made sense to me when i was little, and i never thought about it I guess,” You were playing with your hands again out of nerves, and he was startled to realise, you wanted him to like your family. 

“That’s what we’ll do then.” Javier told you firmly. Flicking his cigarette to the ground even though he wasn’t done with it yet. You began to smile at him before you caught movement from the building, two figures exiting out a side door. One hand flying to the car door and the other to your gun, moving to get out of the car, Javies hand stopped you. 

“I mean it, when this is over we’ll fly out, I'll meet your folks, we can stay for a bit, put this whole mess behind us. I mean it Maravillosa.” You really smiled at that, and pulled him in for a quick kiss to seal the promise. 

“Well then, let's catch these Batados then.” You smirked, and Javier didn’t even have it in him to tell you that you’d said Batted instead of Bastards. 

Landing in Toronto in early January was something else entirely. The snow had settled firmly by late december and now all there was to greet people was frigid winds and dangerous ice. And yet you couldn't stop smiling at the familiar biting cold and puffs of air that could be seen as you exhaled. 

Finding your excitedly waiting family was a mission all on its own. Becoming a fluster of hugs, hellos, and ‘we’ve heard so much about you’ to your boyfriend in a situation that you thought for sure wasn’t Javier friendly. 

“Kiddos run ahead and get the car started for your auntie, it’s been a long time since  she was  in the cold.” You sister said, passing along the keys to her children who took off running through the car park. 

“Thanks.” You said trying to subtly wrestle Javi into a beanie and out of his baseball hat. And pulling a face when he kept meeting you hands as you went to put the hat on. 

“We saw the news,” your mum whispered. “Are you both okay?” 

“He’s dead.” You stated, “that's all that matters, wasn't either of us who pulled the trigger anyways.” 

“Your mum wanted to throw a party.” Your dad chuckled, oh how you missed his brashness. “Celebrate the asshole being dead.” Javier chuckled. 

“That sounds like a party I'd be interested in.” 

Javier hates the snow. He hates wearing the stupid jackets and having to preapre himself with various layers and accessories just to be able to walk out the front door. He hates having to clean off the car,  and most of all he hates how dark it gets halfway through the afternoon. On top of that he never knows what in the hell your dad is talking about and he’s sick of trying to remember the difference between a Toonie and a Loonie. Why did he think this was a good idea? And why the fuck did he think he’d fit in with your family? But it’s you, and he’d do anything for you, so even on the days when he wants to take off back to columbia, leave like he did at the altar of his last meaningful relationship, he wouldn't do that to you. 

You’re sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee that gets extended to him as he joins you, taking a sip and grimacing at the amount of sugar that's in it he hands the cup back. 

“My mum says they're all going over to my aunt and uncles tonight.” You tell him, waiting to gauge his reaction.  

“I thought you hated your aunt?” He says stealing your cup again after you’ve had a sip, still pulling a face at how sweet the beverage is. 

“No this is my aunt who isn't really my aunt.” You explain. 

“Ohhh, you mean the couple that lived next to you guys who are more like grandparents?” Javier asks, trying to keep names and people straight in his head. You make a noise of conformation as you take another sip of coffee.  

“I can get us out of going.” You offer, 

“Why would we do that?” Javier questions, confused, maybe he was missing something, or confusing them with someone else but as far as he knew you loved this side of your non-family. 

“I don’t know, there’s gonna be a lot of people there, and it’s really different from Columbia and you hate the snow and…” You trail off. 

“And?” he’s pushing you to continue talking. Damn DEA tactics, you think to yourself. 

“And I think you hate it here.” You say flatly, months of fighting dirty in Columbia has hardened you, there's no such thing as letting it down gently anymore. 

“I don’t hate it here.” He lies. “it’s just…” he stops for a moment. “It's just not Columbia.” 

“Do you  want to go back to Columbia?” You ask, you’ve been nervous to have this conversation, but you don’t show it, another perk of dealing with the world's most dangerous drug dealers, you’ve learned to hide your fears. 

“No... yes, no. Maybe.” Javier admits, thinking back to that first day, when you showed up at the embassy, long sleeves and cardigan like it wasnt hot as hell outside. How you stumbled through spanish and furred your eyebrows every time he talked too fast. 

“We can go, if you want.” Your voice brings him back to the moment. “We can go back to Columbia.” 

“Maravillosa…” Javier sighs, pulling you into his chest. 

“I don’t mind, honestly.” You tell him, scared he’s slipping further away the longer he stays. 

“I don’t want to go back to Columbia.” He tells you with a kiss on your head. 

“Promise?” 

“sí prometo.” 

Now this is Javier's kind of scene, you’re crowded around the fireplace in someone's garage passing around food and alcohol without a care in the world. He’s settled into a campfire chair, one arm over your shoulder with a beer in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth, courtesy of your extended family. They listen to all his plights in Colombia and respond with warm laughs and calming comments. This is something he could get used to, maybe not the snow, but when a friend of your dad's friend offers to take him hunting, Javier actually finds himself wanting to go, and not only to upstage Steve the next time he sees him. It’s so picture perfect that the Javier Pena who existed before he met you would’ve gagged at the sight. 

And yet, when his phone rings, and he excuses himself to take it, standing outside in the horrible weather. Answering it with a “Pena”, and rubbing his forehead in anxiety as the voice on the other side begins to talk, he cuts them off. 

“I’ll be in Bogata by the end of the week.” He tells the DEA agent on the other end of the line, he does it without thinking, without hesitating. And when he stomps out of the cigarette in the snow, he wonders how he is going to tell you that now, after everything he went through,  after all his promises, he is going after the Cali Cartel. 

Translations: 

Maravillosa - Gorgeous 

sí prometo - I  promise

#narcos #javier #javier pena #narcos tv #javier x reader #javier pena x reader #dea!reader #canadian #canadian!reader #pedro pascal #pedro character fic #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #mandalorian x y/n #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian fanfic #the mandalorian

[themadauthorshatter]

... I think it's been long enough since we checked up on Charles and Cameron, don't you think?

FOR THOSE NOT IN THE KNOW: Cameron is an OC child I came up for... for Charles, Dad!Charles, of you will, who's based off of the Single Dad Charles by @bambishy (I'm reading that new name and in my head it's Bambi- Shy, like Shy guy😅). But not everything is hunky dory because this version of Charles is the Charles from my take on Toppat!Henry, who has shot and kidnapped Cameron and is now holding them hostage in space because he misses having Charles around.

For better context, all the previous parts are linked here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

So, with all of that out of the way...

DAD!CHARLES X TOPPAT!HENRY PART 7!!!!!

We begin with Cameron in their cell, sleeping in the shower after bringing in a pillow and blanket. It's been a week, they're still very uncomfortable with being in their room, even more so because they have to sleep in the shower because the cameras are are deterrent.

They wake up and curl up against the wall, waiting for Henry or whoever to walk into their room and antagonize them.

Well, no antagonizing today because Reginald carefully walks in and asks if they're alright and can stand up, if they can follow him.

Cameron asks why and Reginald simply states he was told to by Henry and thought dragging Cameron out of the room was brutish and rude.

When Cameron stays silent for a bit, Reginald admits that they really do have to come with him because they're getting fitted for some nice clothes, because they're kind of in rags and need to look presentable for something Henry's planning. They also need to shower, because they've been on the Station for a week and, again, need to look presentable.

Reginald leaves the bathroom, and leaves behind a set of plain clothes, pretty much telling them to shower, which they do, because... Duh.

BACK ON EARTH! Charles has somewhat broken apart from the rest of the government and is instead creating a wire tree, a detail for any Toppat!Henry readers, one that has gold looking wire and has a bunch of fake crystals, ones that are made with glass. He hasn't been able to reach Henry, and isn't able to focus enough with preparations, so he's kind of stuck in a loop. Better yet, he has somewhat of a lurker with him in the form of two people: Matteo and June July, who's in the same rank as the twins, who are elsewhere and busy.

The rest of the government is hard at work to prepare for the next Toppat raid, but Charles is not invited, as they reveal when he asks, though they do tell him to take it up with Galeforce, of he's really that antsy.

Charles does exactly that, staying behind in a meeting to ask him.

Galeforce gives it to him straight: He is not allowed on any of the missions and must stay on the base when the rest go out. He also has to have a tracker on him so they know where he is at all times and a bug installed on his phone for extra measure. This is not because Charles is a lure for Henry or a spy for the Clan, it's because Galeforce doesn't want to lose his kid again.

Charles protests that he can't just leave Cameron in space and let Henry hurt them and Galeforce snaps that he's just as beat up about Cameron, but he's not letting Charles get taken away again, not when he has a chance to make sure it doesn't happen again.

The statement silences Charles and Galeforce orders him to see their technician so he can be traceable by the government.

Again, this is not a punishment of any kind. This is an extra precaution so they can keep a good eye on Charles, who has a target on his back now.

Annoyed and upset, Charles leaves and his right to a technician, handing over his phone and dryly remarking that the techie knows what they have to do. They get to work on his phone and remark that they actually don't want to spy on Charles 24/7, but it's Galeforce's orders and their in trouble if they don't follow those orders.

Charles does feel bad after hearing that, but that goes away when the tech looks up at their computer and pales, asking Charles if he can leave for a second.

He doesn't and instead walks over to look at their computer as well.

What he sees is deeply angering: It's Cameron wearing both a dress and a suit, like separately, and wearing makeup with the dress and not the suit, looking very bashful and unsure of themself. There are pictures of them alone in their new clothes, but what REALLY gets Charles's blood boiling are the pictures that have Cameron with Henry, as in he has a hand on their shoulder, he's helping them zip up their dress or tie their tie, or he's doing that prom picture thing where he holds Cameron close by their waist.

I should say here that NONE OF THIS IS BECAUSE OF A CREEPY RELATIONSHIP HE WANTS WITH CAMERON. THIS IS ALL MORE OR LESS HIM MAKING HIMSELF A 'FATHER' FOR CAMERON WHILE INTENTIONALLY RUBBING CHARLES THE WRONG WAY.

Back on track, Charles takes his phone back and sprinting out of the base, almost missing the Bukowski twins as they race after him and beg him to stop for a second and listen for the plan.

Charles does not and tells the two to not try stopping him as he reaches his car.

Calvin grabs Charles by the arm and pulls him to slow him down, asking what his plan is, because he can't really go into space guns blazing and take on ALL of the clan to save his kid.

Charles asks what he SHOULD do then, because he can't save Cameron if he's sitting around and doing nothing, he can't really go fight the Clan of get them to take him to the Orbital Station because he doesn't know where they'll be, and he can't convince anyone to let him tag along because goodness forbid he he accused of being a spy or bait.

Konrad tells Charles to calm down for a second, because he's damn near hysterical and could get himself hurt.

With a slam of the car door, Charles wheels around and grabs Konrad, shouting as he asks what he should do, then.

Both twins are silent as Charles trembles and backs away, horrified with himself because he genuinely cares about the twins and did not mean to go off on them the way he did.

Thankfully, while Calvin chews Charles out, he doesn’t necessarily blame him for being upset, because he doesn't like thinking about the things Henry could be doing to Cameron while they're out of everyone's reach.

After more talking, they talk Charles down and into returning to the base, so they can fill him in on what the plans are.

Speaking of Cameron, we catch up with them as they sit in their dress, uncomfortable because they hate how good they look, and more uncomfortable by the fact that Henry walks into their cell and commends them for the pulling off both formal clothes and being so good for the camera; Charles is going to love how they look, and he knows because he thinks they look great.

Cameron bites back the urge to breakdown as they ask if Henry still has that phone on him.

He does, smirking as he feigns innocence and asks why Cameron is asking.

BACK TO EARTH!

Charles is in a barrack as he sits on his new bed, knowing that he's basically grounded while everyone else is going to be leaving for their missions.

A fun catch, though, is that he can help interrogate whoever they bring back, so they can possibly get Cameron back.

It still doesn't reassure him, but that shouldn't be a problem because his phone rings amd he picks it up, recognizing Henry's number.

"Hello?"

"...Dad?"

Yep. It's Cameron, and Charles is instantly brought to tears as he expresses joy at hearing Cameron's voice before he asks if they're okay, if they're hurt, how they got a hold of a phone, all that worried parent jazz.

Cameron takes a breath and says they're fine, just overwhelmed to tears at hearing him again and asks if he's alone, which he is, and if, by chance, he can pick up chocolate chips for when they come home.

Every parent reading this will know that when your kid gives you a specific question like that, you know it's bad, and Charles IMMEDIATELY picks up on this as he has taught Cameron that if they ever feel like they're in danger and need to come home, they can text or call something about chocolate chips as that's their 'password,' they're hidden, 'Jesse, kill Gale. They have ne at the laundromat and theyre going to kill me' moment.

Back on track, Charles tells them he will as soon as he can, promising to do so, before askimg if they want him to pick up extra in case they invite any friends over.

Someone chuckles just within the earshot of the phone and lets him know that Cameron is not alone, which explains why they're basically telling him that they're in danger and want to come home.

He heard Cameron shudder as the phone is passed to the someone else and we learn who it is as he asks if Charles and Cameron REALLY thought he wouldn't see through such an obvious hidden conversation.

Charles sits back down and asks if Cameron is okay. Henry tells Charles to calm down because Cameron is doing just fine and he's actually getting along with them very nicely since they have so much in common: they've never been to space before, they like Charles, they both know how to pull off a suit, they both want Charles to come to the Orbital Station, and they both don't want the Orbital Station getting attacked because experiencing the vacuum of space does not sound pleasant.

Charles asks Henry where he wants to meet, because he wants to beat him within an inch of his life for what he did to Cameron.

Henry, in a mood, holds the phone somewhat close to his chest as he tells Cameron some bad news: Charles thinks they look ugly in the suit and dress.

Charles snaps that he never said that beforetaling a breath and asking Henry if he needs him to meet someone somewhere.

All Henry needs is to know where Charles is, actually. Like he said, Charles is not getting out, this time, not unless he WANTS Cameron to get hurt, which would suck because they're growing on him.

Cameron shouts for Charles not to listen to him as they try hitting the phone out of his hand and we get a serious villain!Henry moment as he slaps Cameron away and shoves them onto their back and holding a hand over their mouth as he shouts at the to be quiet.

Charles shouts at him to not hurt Cameron before taking a breath and saying Henry KNOWS where to find him.

The house? The other place. Where Henry FIRST found him, where he offered Henry a challenge.

This time, there's no challenge. Charles will wait for him.

Henry expresses that he looks forward to it and tells Charles to sit tight and that he'll see them soon before hanging up, much to Charles's despair.

Charles tries to call back, but gets no answer, leaving him alone as he realizes he's now on the clock and will be leaving for Earth, after all.

#henry stickmin #the henry stickmin collection #toppat henry #toppat!henry #dad!charles #'child mistreatment tw' #charles calvin #slight oc #this took a while and I'm so sorry!! #poor cameron #'emotional manipulation tw' #Galeforce being a dad #this one was kinda mean sorry

[chocochar]

Hello! If it's not to much to ask, I would like to request Bakugo x a reader with Tourette's! Maybe they're having a very bad tic day and they're stressed or it's harder to focus? If not, that's totally fine! I just have tourettes and It's not written about that much so,,,

(OKAY so I want to say first that this is the first time I’ve ever written something like this and I’m going to do my best to not screw up! I’ve looked up tourettes and kind of studied it a bit, along with watching videos too, so I’m gonna try my best! >A

Today was not (F/n)’s day, and unfortunately she’s got no escape. Being in UA is amazing, although stressful, especially being in class 1-A! But even with her regular tics she tries to push on and calm down if needed. Unfortunately today was not one of those days, though.

It’s exam period again, and while everyone else is studying in the dorm common hall she is debating on joining them or not. Not only exams but her mom sent her a text today about how her dad was laid off from work, again. Currently she’s not doing so well, but even with the clicking in the back of her throat and her constantly popping her knuckles she takes a deep breath and stands. Leaving her room she smiles seeing Ashido and Hagakure heading for the elevator and waving she calls out,”H-Hey guys!”

Joining the other two girls they head down to also become apart of the study session, Momo Yao in charge and helping Kaminari with a certain problem. Sitting down the three join in in the conversation, Mina groaning,”Haaa, why does it always feel like exams suddenly come out of nowhere?”

“Maybe if you assholes studied some more you wouldn’t be stuck leeching off me!” Bakugou’s voice suddenly booms, (F/n) jolting and looking at him. She somehow didn’t realize she’d sat next to the loudest boy she’s ever met, and with her current state she almost wonders if she should move to the other couch across from them with Midoriya and Ochako. But when his eyes suddenly meet hers and he barks,”What? You need help or something twitchy?” she freezes and pops her knuckles more, nodding. He sighs but moving his book onto her lap he asks,”Alright, what the hell do you need help on?”

Needless to say she’s a bit… Surprised to find he’s actually a good teacher, despite his booming voice and quick to anger attitude, but as they keep going and she finds it harder and harder to focus she starts to click more. God, why now? Maybe she should take a break? Reaching a longer, harder problem she twitches a bit messing up on her writing slightly and she shakes her head, rubbing her eyes. They’ve been at this for only 15 minutes by this point but already her tics are getting worse and she’s trying incredibly hard to suppress them. But the more she does the worse it seems to get as she covers her mouth hoping to muffle the clicks in her throat. Her friends give her small glances wondering if she’s okay but already knowing about her tourettes they try not to make it obvious they can hear or see it.

“Hey we’ve barely done a few problems, just focus already!” He tells her, (F/n) jumping. Bakugou on the other hand doesn’t seem to care or realize though.

“S-Sorry! I, It’s getting hard t-to focus,” she admits, the blonde looking more annoyed when she pops her knuckles again.

“Would you stop with that clicking thing? It’s getting on my nerves,” He grumbles. The (hair color)ette tries to not let it bother her, knowing Bakugou speaks before he thinks. Already stressed and feeling on edge being next to him doesn’t help, but luckily Ashido holds her hand smiling that comforting grin (F/n) always seems to find comforting.

“Leave her alone, mr. crabby, she can’t control it! Don’t worry, (F/n), just take a break if you need,” the pinkette speaks up, Bakugou tsking but luckily doesn’t seem like he wants to argue it right now. (F/n) takes a few moments to breathe, Bakugou deciding to let her this once to avoid any more ‘whining’ coming from the others. 

“Okay, I-I think I’m ready!” She tells him smiling, although the clicks don’t seem to cease and she once again pops her knuckles, her eyes blinking slightly as she stares at the work trying to get her brain back to work. Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just watches her as she tries once more to figure out the problem. This is all new to him honestly, he’s never met anyone with tourettes before, and given how he is it’s annoying as hell what she keeps doing. She really can’t control this? Or is she just faking it? He’s glanced at her in class more than once, having seen her tics. He’s even seen her try to hide them or stop them, but she can’t seem to. Looking down at his notebook he sighs, feeling both annoyed and something he rarely, once in a blue moon feels: sympathy. Bakugou feeling bad for someone else? That’s unheard of! And it pisses him off!! 

But when she makes a big click and is clearly shaking he sighs again, slamming his notebook shut. The others are asking if she’s okay by this point, and Bakugou can tell it’s not helping. He’s been there, he can see how it makes her uncomfortable that they don’t seem to realize it’s not helping fretting over her bringing attention to it.

Just as she’s about to yell at them telling them she’s fine her study partner stands and takes her hand, yanking her up and pulling her away from the group. She’s confused but follows, not wanting to upset him anymore. They wind up outside, and while it’s already 7:30 PM and the sun is setting it’s still warm out; Bakugou pulls her along, the two leaving the school grounds and the blonde finally letting go of her hand while they begin to walk down the sidewalk of the calm street. It’s silent between them, (F/n) confused looking at him and clicking more. Her hand goes to her mouth to silence it but he simply says,”Don’t. If you need to get it out to calm down or whatever then do it, same with that knuckle thing you do.”

She’s taken back, hand still covering her mouth as she looks down and takes a deep breath. Lowering it like he said she clicks again, her hands doing the knuckle popping again as she steps off to the side and lets out shaky breaths.

“I-I-I’m sorry… I know, I-I should h-have been foc-focused more but-”

“Hey,” He cuts her off with his loud voice, facing her and walking up to her. While he looks pissed off like always she looks into his eyes and can swear she can see some worry hiding in the crimson orbs. “Don’t fucking apologize and focus on calming down, alright? Forget about whoever is around you, if you need to punch the wall or cry or whatever then fucking do it!” 

She’s surprised but nods, trying to relax; with people passing by watching her it doesn’t help and she starts to feel tears pricking her eyes as she replies,”I-I can’t…! I can’t dammit..!” 

Her classmate gets ready to bark something back but holds his tongue as he looks around. There’s got to be somewhere they can go that’s quiet with no one around right? Taking her hand again he pulls her back to the school grounds and they head for a spot by the dorms, behind the buildings where people don’t seem to be around. Reaching it he forces her to sit down in the grass and joins her, his knees pulled up and resting his arms on them; he stares ahead, glancing at her while she wipes her eyes trying not to cry.

“... Just relax a bit, okay? Don’t think about anything, just take a minute, got it?” While he sounds like he’s demanding her it’s more like he’s making sure she can still hear him. She gives a nod and sniffs, her tics not stopping and the girl taking deep breaths; oddly enough she seems to be calming down with Bakugou there instead of the complete opposite. She blushes lightly when he does something she never expected: brings a hand to her back and begins to rub it in as much a soothing manner as he can do. She looks at him, the red dusting his cheeks surprising too while he avoids her eyes. He looks… Embarrassed maybe? Lowering her head she sniffs, her tics noticeably not as bad the more the minutes tick by and she’s able to take in the fresh air and feel the wind blowing through her hair.

“Thanks, Bakugou-kun,” she says after at least 10 minutes of silence settling between them. Looking at him she smiles softly, and he furrows his brows, his cheeks growing darker.

“Don’t fuckin’ mention this to anyone,” he warns, but she giggles, nodding. Oddly enough he likes the way she laughs, he hears it often enough. It annoyed him at first but the more and more he got to know her the more he came to like it. He turns his head away trying to hide his cherry colored cheeks. “So why were you bein’ so twitchy and shit? I don’t know a lot about… tourettes? But seemed like it was worse than normal back there,” He asks, (F/n)’s smile fading but the girl not minding talking about it now. She’s not sure what it is, but she actually doesn’t mind the idea of talking to the blonde bomb of all people about what’s been going on. 

“Exams, obviously, b-but my mom text me earlier, saying, um, my dad... was laid off again,” she tells Bakugou, the (hair color)ette popping her knuckles again. “She said they’re okay, b-but I’m worried, he can n-never seem to keep a job, a-a-and I don’t want them to lose the house and…” She’s starting to stress again but Bakugou’s hand resting on her head seems to stop her from having another fit. She looks at him while his hand sits atop her hair, and actually finds it oddly as comforting as when he was rubbing her back, especially when he hesitantly runs his fingers down through her (hair color) locks feeling them between his digits. He’s now looking at her, his face still flushed but he doesn’t look annoyed or mad, instead calm and collected, a sight she never thought she’d see.

“Have you told your mom this? Or have you considered your dad’s feelings?” He asks, which leaves her quiet, rubbing her neck.

“No… N-not really,” She admits.

“You should call your mom tomorrow since we don’t have school, or go see them, pretty sure they miss their kid,” he tells her. He smiles, or more grins, but seeing it she can tell it isn’t like his regular smirks, more like a genuine smile. It’s quickly gone though when she turns red too and he seems to realize what he just did. Scooting away from her he shakes his head and yells,”S-So stop feeling bad for yourself and go see them tomorrow, got it?! A-And stop turning red, you remind me of that guy’s shitty hair!!” (‘That guy’ being Kirishima)

Staring at him she laughs again, not stopping her tics this time while she tries to stop her giggling before Bakugou blows up on her. Standing the two can tell it’s time to head back in but she can’t stop herself from looking at her classmate. He worried about her, even if he refuses to admit it or lies about it, but his actions and words were enough to show her a side to him no one really knows about. Smiling she only lets out a small click here or there as they head for the front doors of the dorms. 

“Now remember, tell anyone about any of that softy shit and I’ll-”

He can’t finish when suddenly lips meet his own and his eyes widen. Pulling back she rushes inside, Bakugou frozen to the spot while she goes back to the group of students, all asking if she’s okay. Now feeling a lot better she assures them she’s fine while Kirishima and Kaminari go to check on Bakugou when an explosion and a “WH-WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” are heard outside. (F/n) looks at the doors and blushes, smiling warmly. Bakugou isn’t so bad after all, and admittedly she wants to know more about him… But first she runs for the elevators when he comes storming in, red in the face, shouting at her and chasing after her.

(I hope that was okay and I didn’t butcher anything!! TuT Again, never written this type of reader before and I’ve never encountered anyone with tourettes in person but I hope the reader is written okay otherwise.)

#bakugou x reader #reader with tourettes #reader insert #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction

[papi-priest]

Killer Avenue;

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

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