okay but why are the taz liveshow plot twists so much more intense than the main show ever could be because honestly? I’m still shook about “taako what the blazes are you doing here?” “IT’S KLAAAAAAAAAAARG!!!!” and “I’m gonna need you all to switch character sheets”
so the first time i played blazing blade i had no clue how the support system worked at first and when i DID find out, every seize map was met with me pressing end turn repeatedly for about half an hour until i’d read a few supports.
makes me wonder what my units thought about my “”tactics””
presenting: the jily royal au no one asked for someone pls validate me i hate writing long fics
It starts at a party.
You’re dancing with your friends, beer in hand, hair held
back with a headband, gold paint swiped down your temple, curling around your
Those damned cheekbones and that damned jawline. A bone
structure carved from history. You are catastrophically beautiful.
Marlene waves at you; she tells me you’re old family
friends. Your chin lifts, corners of your mouth lifting to reveal lines of
perfect teeth. Her hands grabs mine and she’s weaving us through the crowds of
“Marls.” You say, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek.
She screws up her face.
You smirk at me. “She loves me really.” She scoffs but there
is sunlight glinting in her smile.
request(s): Hello, i reaaaaallly love your smut stories! Can you do a studio sex with namjoon or yoongi? [+] Can you write a Suga smut, where you guys are at the studio, you try to get his attention but it doesn’t work, so you flirt with Jimin and you get punished[+] All I ask is Yoongi cuffs, whip, blindfold, thigh highs ;)
a/n: guys things get a lil rough and really cray proceed with caution
He’d been ignoring you all damn day, giving short replies to your texts by telling you he’s at the studio. Busy, busy, always busy, always working. It’d been nearly two weeks since you’d been able to spend any alone time together, let alone any naughty time, and the craving for Yoongi to be buried deep inside of you has burned a hole in your chest, has ruined your favorite pair of panties while you lay in bed with one of his shirts, thinking about him.
About how lovely his hands would feel sinking into the curves of your body, gliding over your skin, down your stomach, between your legs… You’re desperate, eyelids fluttering closed when you rub your thighs together for some sort of friction that’s so unsatisfying compared to him it hurts. The only thing you can think about is him. He’d hardly come over, opting to stay in the dorms with the rest of the boys since it’s a great deal closer to the studio. He probably hasn’t been eating very well, if at all. And he definitely hasn’t been eating you. Which are both big problems.
Dear lovely anon, thank you so much! Here we go. Set in season 6.
a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair’
been planning it for months.
months spent running after shadows, as always, trying to escape ex-girlfriends,
not so common, and trying to find a way back to each other. He feels like maybe
that’s their thing, after all.
first it happens it’s messy and unplanned. Born out of pure relief; he’s alive,
she’s alive and he’s in his time, with her, giving him The Look and she doesn’t
believe a word he’s saying. His I love you is thrown away like the punch her
alter-ego directed at his cheek; still burning when he woke up. Just like her
‘oh brother’ stings, just deeper, more profoundly.
after that he plans. He doesn’t tell her when she asks him if he ever wants to
get out of the car. He doesn’t want to and maybe that’s why he jokes, doesn’t
say what’s really on his mind. I love you, he thinks, and I want to spend the
rest of my life doing this with you. Driving on a deserted highway in the
middle of nowhere, chasing answers to questions no one else even thinks about.
The rhythmic roll of the tires screeches I love you with every inch traveled.
The words never land on his tongue, though, and so he doesn’t tell her.
whispers I love you to her when she’s forced to share her hotel room and her
bed with him in Kroner, Kansas. She’s fast asleep, her even breathing never
once missing a beat. A perfect rhythm that he watches silently, guiltily if
he’s honest because he knows she hates it, feels embarrassed by it. Watching
her then he thinks of later, planning to tell her when the case is over. Look
at me, Scully, I don’t want to be like Holman. I can’t make the weather for
you, but I can tell you that I love you. He doesn’t, though.
comes and goes without a single I love you uttered. When Diana strolls into their
life, her feelings ever present on her face and her tongue, his plans are
crumpled up like a piece of paper, forgotten in his favorite pair of pants. He
thinks it still, sometimes, when Scully looks at him, raises her eyebrows and
questions his loyalty. I love you, he thinks, but can’t tell her because she
wouldn’t believe him anyway. She walks away from him, their shared trust
trampled under her heels as she leaves him standing there. He pushes his hands
in his pockets, empty, like his mind.
tells everyone but her that he loves her when they go undercover as a married
couple. My wife, who I love. My wife, who I adore. She rolls her eyes, thinking
he can’t see it or simply not giving a damn. He at least hopes it’s the first.
One night, while on the couch in a strange house, playing a role he hates opposite
the woman he loves more than anything else in the world, he decides that it’s
time. As soon as this is over, he promises. He’ll tell her. He’ll tell her he
loves her and she’ll believe him. He falls asleep before he can have any
doubts; when does Scully ever believe the same thing he does?
pass and his plans get derailed again. Gun-shot wound to the abdomen and he
loses his courage touching her hand, warm and steady. His gratitude of being
able to touch her, to see her there is greater than his need to tell her. She
wouldn’t believe him anyway, he thinks bitterly, as she tells him she’s fine
and to please stop babying her. His courage leaves him again a million times
over on a Monday that repeats itself again and again, like a bad, broken
record. Like that outcome, maybe it’s just not meant to be.
day is perfect. He leaves a message on her answering machine; he knows she
needs a reason for everything. A simple I want to spend time with you outside of
work and government conspiracies is not going to cut it. A birthday present,
either way too late or way too early, might put a smile on her face, lure her
out. He can’t stop grinning when she shows up, humors him and lets him hold
her. Her hair tickles him, her scent entices him as they stand close, molded
together for no other reason than wanting to be. It’s the perfect day. The
moment she makes contact, when her eyes watch the ball fly in amazement, just
watching, marveling, is there. I love you, I love you, I love you. He wants to
scream it into her ears, rather than say it, but instead he just grins against
her skin, takes everything he can have. He doesn’t say I love you, again.
it happens, finally, on an average Tuesday afternoon, they’re both tired and
sticky. Having spent half the day in a rented car without air conditioning,
Scully furiously trying to tame her hair and Mulder giving up on his dress
shirt desperately and hotly clinging to his back, they decide to stop at a
diner. Order me something cold, Mulder, Scully lets him know before she makes
her way into the bathroom. He orders a coke and a diet coke with extra ice and
waits for her at the car, unwilling to go back in just yet. He absent-mindedly
plays with the straw, occasionally taking a sip, reveling in the sweet, cold
taste he knows will make him sweat even worse. Then she starts walking towards
him. Mulder lifts his head the moment he hears the cheap bell over the door ring.
It’s Scully, all right. She’s opened another button on her blouse, still
tasteful, still professional, and her face looks flushed, devoid of make-up.
Her hair, previously having stuck to her neck, gently flaps against her cheeks
now. Scully’s mouth opens as she walks towards him and he thinks she is going
to say something. But he wants to say it first. He could tell her about the
blazing color of her hair right now, how the late sunlight captures her color
perfectly, transforming it into a gentle fire, burning him. Waxing poetry,
though, that’s not what she needs. Or wants.
you look…” The words shoot out of his mouth and when she glances at him,
her hand reaching for her diet coke, he knows this is the moment. He couldn’t
have planned this. This is not how he wants to tell her, and yet this time, he
love you, Scully. I love you.” He repeats it as if saying it more than
once will make her believe it this time. She, however, cups her drink, captures
the straw and takes a sip. His heart beats, waits, beats again. Say it again,
he thinks, tell her you mean it, his mind demands.
know, Mulder,” Scully tells him and her voice is as gentle as the breeze,
as soft as the sunlight caught in her hair, “I love you, too. I was just waiting
for you to say it again.”
Hello! I think I accidentally sent this incomplete ask before lol. I read an article about a guest star in Supernatural (can't remember her name), apparently she's been a big fan since the beginning. What worried me was that she said, "I think Sam and Dean will go out in a blaze of glory because that's what the actors want". I would love a happy ending tbh but I know what J2 want and I know that even though they're professionals, they still have a lot of say about what happens. Thoughts?
J2 don’t have a say in the overall story, they can change words here and there IF they’re allowed to (I still keep remembering Taylor Swift) so a huge decision like this ? No way .
The whole 12x22 grenade launcher being finally used to break down the walls, a metaphor for Dean’s happy ending, letting himself be happy and free and meaning they escape their death and win, happy and free, right AFTER talking about going down in a blaze of glory? Dean literally says hey no way I’m living through this.
For me that was all about saying a big F - U to the blaze of glory ending. On top of all the rest of the stuff about all of TFW growing, becoming happier, complete, sorting out their issues from the past… getting their happy endgame.
I mean MAYBE they would do some kind of resolution and happy ending where they die and all go to heaven together MAYBE but imo it doesn’t really fit with all this and the way Dabb is taking the show now with hunters/mol community set up, parenting, love, relationships etc and it has been tentatively heading since…. season 8ish?
It’s also just not… a nice ending. For so many people who talk at cons and in general people who watch the show and say they’ve had issues with self worth, depression etc. To show these guys go through all those things themselves and come out the other side, accept themselves, conquer the depression, have a happy ending and move forwards with their lives, is such a more powerful message than a blaze of glory and imo is much more of a powerful positive social and political statement given many of these themes which all centre around their emotional story arcs, as the whole show does.
People having emotional and mental issues, growing, learning, going through trials and tribulations, eventually getting out the other side and living a better, happier life thanks to their growth and the story we have followed for over a decade - now THAT’S a story worth remembering.
I am absolutely weak for a warrior in lace. All I want is Cassandra in lingerie and since I’ve had too much wine tonight, I gave it to myself. Yay!
Rating: Teen and Up, because, let’s be safe
Warning: a beautiful woman loving herself! You’ve been warned!
Cassandra cast the slim box another contemptuous glance. Wrapped in neat, subdued paper and topped with a beautiful silk black ribbon, it sat unassuming and monstrous on the corner of her crisply made bed. Frowning, she picked it up and ran the soft ribbon through her fingers and remembered how lovely the fabric had felt in her hands when she perused the tables of one of Val Royeaux’s more specialty shops. The masked merchant had smiled alluringly and said not a word about Cassandra’s blazing face as she passed over her chosen garments with trembling hands. She had told her in Orlesian purrs that her taste was “exquisite and classic.” Cassandra highly doubted that. She hadn’t the foggiest idea what she was doing as she walked around the mannequins wearing delicate lace and chiffon; had even less of a clue as to why she had even braved the perfumed lingerie shop in the first place. Twenty minutes later, Cassandra had rushed away from its doors, the beautiful box clutched to her chest, terrified someone had seen. That someone would recognize her.
No. It was foolish, Cassandra admonished, tossing the box back to the bed. She ought to return it straightaway. What in the Maker’s name had possessed her to buy the blasted thing?
Still she picked it back up and tore the ribbon away, shredded the paper and opened the slender box, breathless. She fingered the black silk and picked up the first piece of underthings. Cassandra bit her lip as she rubbed the fabric between her fingers, wondering just how it might feel when she put it on.
Glancing around her room as if there might be someone hiding in the corner of her personal space, she slid her fingers across her breeches. The ties gave easily, the worn fabric eased from her hips. Then, with less ceremony, came her smalls.
A slight hitch in her breath, she eased the silk over her legs, one careful foot and then the other, half afraid she might jerk her hand and tear it to pieces. The underthing slid against her skin exquisitely and settled low across her hips.
And my buttocks, Cassandra thought, blushing hard as she ran a hand across the hem that barely covered her cheeks. She fingered it carefully to see how much more would give without it pulling too tight and sighed when she realized that was it. That was all it would cover.
Why in Andraste’s name had she spent money on this?
With a huff somewhere between frustration and resignation, she pulled the next piece from the box and held it before her eyes. It was another smaller-than-should-be-possible piece that she guessed might cover her nipples. Only. If that.
Well, she had come this far.
Cassandra shed her tunic and breast band and donned the sheer lace as fast as she dared. She felt like one wrong move and a sword-calloused finger would punch a gaping hole right through the finespun black mesh.
She shifted the piece into place, tugged it gently. Adjusting her breasts, she moved towards the full-length mirror against the wall and looked at herself critically.
It could have been worse. Cassandra likely looked better than her insecurity would let her see. She couldn’t remember being more exposed in all her life.
At first, all she saw the jagged scars, jumbled and snagging across her skin. Then she saw the silk bottoms hugging against her hips like a lover, accentuating the curve. She blushed as she imagined them being pulled off with gentle fingers—gentle teeth. Clearing her throat, she focused on the details. The black lace coiling along the hem matched the hand embroidery snaking over her breasts, accentuating the curve of them. The garment made them look lovely, she supposed. As far as breasts went. Better when they were kissed, tingling when loved with tongue and teeth.
Again with this nonsense—she cleared her throat once more and strode back to the box to retrieve the final piece. A babydoll? Was that had the woman had called it?
She pulled the sheer fabric over her head, and it settled softly over Cassandra’s body, so delightfully feminine and light. It was such a stark contrast to anything she had ever allowed herself to own before. Cassandra was always so prudent, always favoring functionality over anything else.
Once again she stood before the mirror and this time she tried to admire herself. She was proud of her muscles, more proud of the scars that marred him, but Maker she was beautiful in lace. She was the woman she seldom allowed herself to be, often told herself she could go without.
Cassandra almost grinned.
Smoothing her hands down the front of the gossamer babydoll, Cassandra was gripped by a sudden urge that had her bubbling with quiet laughter. Suddenly she twirled in tight circles and watched as the fabric lifted and billowed around her for a blissful moment before it settled once more, reticent and sweet and alluring. It begged to be touched, begged to be lifted away and tossed on the floor, much as she had done to its own wrapping paper.
But not today.
Beaming and finally glad for her purchase, Cassandra picked up her copy of Swords & Shields from her night table and settled against her pillows for a night to herself.
Alphashipping headcanons (based on what I know about blaze, Kai and Daniel
- Aaron is only an inch taller then Blaze but blaze is still highly offended by this
- aphmau is the shortest but funny enough she’s only shorter then Kai by three inches, the rest are just tall by wearwolf default
- Daniel tends to cling to Kai because Kai is cuddly and nice
- aphmau and blaze without fail make 4/20 blaze it jokes at exactly 4:20 pm without fail
- Kai is petty, he is like the definition of petty
- aphmau will respond to both alpha and aphmau Because she’s so used to being called both
- Aaron is normally exhausted from blaze doing things that he shouldn’t and aphmau can relate, last week blaze attempted to throw Kai through the window as a way of showing Kai he cares, Kai was shrieking the entire time
- Daniel tends to use puppy eyes to his advantage, only blaze is unaffected
- aphmau makes flower crowns for everybody, the first time she did Daniel ate it and blaze thought it was some sort of dog toy
- Kai is frightened very easily by loud noises, including the vacuum
- aphmau and Aaron have an awkward time introducing blaze, Daniel and Kai to there friends because they where worried about something going wrong
- whenever one of the others are in trouble blaze tends to find them to see if there okay
- Kai is a smart ass when he’s annoyed, you can tell his sarcasm because he tends to hiss
- Aaron attempted to pick up blaze once, blaze squealed like a tiny child and nobody let it go for a week
- Kai tends to fall to the ground when he’s overwhelmed by affection, he collapses at least twice a week
- blaze tends to play fetch with Aaron, it almost always ends up with blaze bringing back Kai or aphmau instead of the ball, Aaron still has no idea how
- Daniel steals food while Aaron is cooking
- aphmau is the person that adopts a cat and then proceeds to chase the cat trying to pat it
- Kai gets jealous of Eli a lot and blaze and Daniel tend to roll around with celestia and Aaron’s dog (can’t remember the name) on the carpet a lot
- aphmau randomly sings frozen songs and the others always join in
The drive to set was more tense than usual. You tapped your fingers on the leather seat, knee bouncing in anticipation as your driver drove through Vancouver. You were taken down the same streets, the same sights greeting you, but the thing that was different was who you’d be seeing on set.
Richard Speight Jr. was your closest friend, the two of you having been around each other since you started doing conventions a few years ago when you became a well-liked character on the show. He was that friend you could tell anything, could joke about anything. There was no awkwardness or uncomfortable quiet moments. There was just you and him, and that was great. For awhile.
You didn’t mean to take a very strong liking to him. You had just gradually fell into the feeling, starting to realize you stared a little too long, laughed a little too hard at a stupid joke, missed him a little too much when you weren’t with him, lingered a little too long when you touched him. You were a mess on the inside, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do. Would you tell him or let yourself get burned from the intensity of your feelings? You still had no clue.
Rich was directing an episode of Supernatural, one that you were involved in. The thought of Rich at your side for the entire day, directing you, having his attention on you, only made you fidget even more.
“Have a good day,” your driver told you once he parked in the lot outside of the studio.
“Thanks,” you sighed, flashing him a grateful smile before making your way out of the car, your breath visibly puffing due to the chill in the air. You headed for the studio, knowing Rich would want to speak to you before you headed to makeup and wardrobe.
“There she is!” Rich’s voice sounded the second you stepped inside, that cheeky smile of his coaxing your own to appear as you walked right into his arms. He hugged you tightly, hands moving to rub along your arms to warm you up. “We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”
Okay, so I may have gotten a little carried away with this one… Let me know what you think & if you would like more imagines like this in the future!💙
Jax knocked on the front door of her house, rocking back on
his heels as he waited for someone to let him in. After only a few seconds, her
mom swung the door open. She was putting an earring in while simultaneously
fumbling with her car keys. A smile that reminded him so much of her daughter
came over her face at the sight of him.
“Hello, Jackson,” she greeted, waving for him to come in. He
entered the house, and she kept the door open, one foot already outside. “In
kind of a rush. Don’t want to be late for work,” she explained briefly.
“No problem,” Jax assured her.
“Right. Well, she’s in the backyard. And I’ll be back in a
few hours. You two kids have fun!” and with that, she was gone, the front door
closing loudly behind her.
Jax chuckled to himself, pulling out a cigarette from the
pack he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. He placed it between his lips,
pulling out his lighter as he slowly made his way to the back of the house.
Opening the back door, he lit the cigarette, leaning against the house once he
Sure enough, there she was. Lying across a towel she had set
out in the grass. She was quite a vision. Her sun kissed legs seemed to glow in
the California heat, her long hair spread out above her in a wave. She was
wearing an old shirt that she had cut to accommodate the warm weather, and she
had on a pair of black heart shaped sunglasses that made Jax smirk. She had
really grown up. It was hard not to notice. He had known her since they were in
middle school, and now that they were both seniors in high school, things were definitely different.
She was so wrapped up in the book that she was reading that
she hadn’t even taken note of Jax’s presence.
“Good book?” He finally spoke up, taking a toke from his
Her head turned to the side at the sound of his voice, a
bright smile spreading across her face at the sight of him. “Good enough.”
She closed the book, setting it to the side before rising to
her feet and strolling over to Jax. She stood in front of him, pushing her
large sunglasses up into her hair. Her bright green eyes stood out in the sun,
sparkling as they looked up at him. “Haven’t seen you around much, trouble
maker,” she mused, snatching the cigarette from between his fingers and taking
a long drag of her own.
Jax watched as she held the smoke for a moment before
exhaling. It got in his face a little, but he didn’t even mind. “You shouldn’t
Her eyebrows rose in amusement. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Jax. I’ll
never even look at another cigarette.
You save lives.”
Jax grinned, throwing the cigarette butt onto the ground
before crushing it with the toe of his white sneakers. “Glad to be of service.”
He lifted his head, and their eyes met. Held. There was an
air of unspoken words. A soft smile graced her face after a few seconds, the
dimple in her left cheek making an appearance. “Missed you.”
Jax’s heart ached a little at her words. He had missed her
too. More than he would admit. He hadn’t been around for the last 2 and a half
weeks; he hadn’t even been going to school. He felt like shit for not even
checking in with her during that time, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to
her because he knew it would only make him miss her more. He had to get out of
Charming for a while, no matter how brief. Too much shit was going on with his
family. Between his father’s death, and Thomas… it was all a little much. Even
though he knew that he could confide in her as a best friend, he didn’t want to
put that weight on her. It didn’t seem fair.
“Missed you too,” Jax stated lowly, an easy smile turning up
the corners of his mouth.
“Can’t just expect me to hang around here, tending to your obnoxious fan club,” she scoffed with a
laugh, rolling her eyes. She breezed past him into the house, and he followed
after her. He trailed after her as she entered the kitchen, opening the fridge
and retrieving a jug of lemonade.
“Sorry about that,” he rolled his lips together, reaching
into one of the cabinets and pulling out two glasses.
She shook her head, pouring out the liquid before handing
him one of the glasses. “I swear to God, if one more girl came up to me and
asked where you were, I thought I was going to lose it,” she teased, sipping
Jax shrugged a shoulder. “It ain’t easy being so damn cute.”
“Wow. Cute and humble?
You’re quite the catch, Teller.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word, and Jax
felt the weight that had been on his heart lightening up a little. It always
did when he was around his best friend. He chastised himself a little more for not
reaching out to her while he was gone.
He set his glass back down on the counter, reaching a hand
out for her. She looked at him, setting her own glass down as he pulled her
towards him, her eyes full of amusement. He let one hand rest on her hip, the
other entwining their fingers together. He pulled her closer so that they’re
chest were touching, and she let out a breathy laugh, face alight with
curiosity. “What are you up to, weirdo?”
“Dance with me.”
“Jax, there’s no music,” she raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t care,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his
mouth, pulling her even closer so that he could rest his chin on the top of her
head. After only a few seconds, he began to sway, slowly making his way around
the kitchen. She let out a laugh, and he felt the vibrations against his own
body. He grinned.
He stepped back from her from a moment, spinning her around
with their linked hands. An amused giggle escaped her lips, and he pulled her
back towards him, dipping her dramatically. Her laughter grew louder, her face
turning red as he hung her upside down. Slowly lifting her back up, Jax felt
like all the things that had been plaguing him over the past month were making
their way out of his mind. He was glad to be back with her. Glad to be back
with his best friend. Bella.
ONE MONTH LATER
Jax sat on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down as he
watched TV. Bella was on a date with the guy she had been seeing for a few
weeks, and Jax was just wishing that he could focus on literally anything else. Despite the fact that he
couldn’t stand that douche bag Bella was dating, he wished that the fact she
was out with him didn’t bother him so damn much. But it did. It bothered him to
As if sensing his need for a distraction, the home phone
rang. He was home alone that night, so he knew that it couldn’t be anyone from
the club, unless something bad had happened over at the garage and they needed
help. Jax cleared his throat before answering picking up. “Hello?”
His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of her voice. It was
Bella. “You okay?”
She let out a shaky breath, and Jax’s back straightened.
Something was wrong.
“Bella,” he urged.
Bella let out a harsh laugh, devoid of humor. “I’m at some
fucking gas station in Tacoma. Can you pick me up?”
Jax clenched his jaw. She sounded angry, and he knew she
often used anger to cover up whatever else she was feeling. That asshole she
had been out with really fucked up. Why else would she be alone at some random gas station in Tacoma?
“Yeah, babe. I’m coming.”
Only about 30 minutes later, Jax’s Harley pulled into the
parking lot of the gas station Bella had told him she was at. She was leaning
against the small convenience store building, arms crossed across her chest and
ankles crossed. At the sight of him, she pushed herself off the wall, walking
his way at a brisk pace. Despite the awful circumstances, Jax couldn’t help but
take note of how stunning she looked. She was wearing a black quarter-sleeved
dress that stopped just above her knee, and a pair of tan flats. Her hair fell
all the way down her back in a soft wave, tucked behind her ears so that the
pair of rose quartz earrings she was wearing were visible.
As she got closer, Jax could practically feel the anger
radiating off of her. She stopped a few steps away from him, her soft features
contorted in frustration. “You wouldn’t believe how absolutely fucked up my night has been,” she
snapped out, her teeth digging into the corner of her bottom lip. She shrugged
on the simple denim jacket that she had draped over her arm, flipping her hair
out of the collar.
Jax watched with raised eyebrows as she pulled a joint and a
lighter out of the pocket, sticking it between her full pout and lighting it
with a frustrated flick of her thumb. She took a long drag, and Jax began to
nod slowly. “Wanna tell me about it?”
Her blazing green eyes flashed to his. There was a line
between her brows, the one that always formed when she was thinking too hard or
just damn right frustrated. Jax wanted to reach out and smooth it with his
“Ryan ditched me,” she stated as she exhaled her smoke, her
eyes leaving his to look out into the street behind him.
Jax ground his teeth together. “Where did he go?”
Bella shrugged a shoulder. “Probably back to Charming to
fuck the girl he’s been seeing behind my back.”
“I should’ve known,” she sighed with a shake of her head.
“That asshole thinks girls should just bow
at his goddamn feet.”
“Don’t do that,” Jax managed to get out, trying hard to not
sound as pissed as he felt. “It’s not your fault he’s such a prick.”
Bella’s eyes met his baby blue ones again, a tight-lipped
smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes appearing before she took another toke
of her joint. “Right,” she dismissed shortly, flicking the rest of the joint
onto the ground. She only smoked when she needed to take the edge off, and she
didn’t feel like right now was the best time to get high.
“Let’s go then,” she said, nodding towards his bike.
She went to step around him, but he caught her wrist in his
hand. There was a moment of expectant silence. Jax turned his body so he was
facing her, and he tugged on her wrist a little. Glancing at him out of the
corner of her eye, he could see the hurt behind the tough exterior she was
sporting. He placed her chin between his thumb and index finger, making her
look at him. Really look at him.
“You deserve better than him. Or any other dickhead for that
“No,” he stated firmly, holding her eyes. He didn’t let her
interrupt – not this time. “I’m serious, Bella. No asshole deserves you. Unless
they can give you the fucking moon,
because that’s exactly what you deserve.”
Bella’s eyes filled with tears, and a brilliant smile spread
across her face. Full dimples and everything. She let out a laugh, and Jax did
the same, shaking his head in droll amusement.
“Thank you,” she murmured sincerely, going up on her tiptoes.
She rested a hand softly against the side of his face, her lips pressing a
soft, slow kiss to his cheek. She let her lips linger there for a moment, and
Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her mouth against his skin.
Breaking the moment, she pulled away, her fingers tugging on
his earlobe in a playful manner. “C’mon, trouble maker. Take me home.”
A FEW YEARS LATER
The heavy bass of the music filled the room, the strong
scent of booze and cigarettes invading everyone’s senses. Laughter floated
throughout the clubhouse, the night alive with possibility. It was Bella’s 21st
birthday, and they were doing it up big. No one expected any less.
She was at the bar with Jax and Opie, bouncing on her toes
as they all continued to down shots. She threw her 4th one to the
back of her throat, placing the shot glass back on the bar with an excited
laugh, her nose scrunching with the force of it. Opie coughed a little,
chuckling at Bella’s excitement. It wasn’t as if she had never drank before,
because she most definitely had. She was just ecstatic about what the night held for her.
“That’s how it’s done,” Jax’s grin was impossibly large as
he looked at Bella.
Opie shook his head at his brother. It was as though neither
of them even noticed the thing that was obvious to the rest of them. It had
been obvious ever since high school, and nothing had changed. But they were all
still left baffled as to why the hell the two crazy kids hadn’t gotten together
Bella returned Jax’s grin at full wattage. Her cheeks were
flushed, her eyes practically beaming. She slapped her hand down on the bar,
getting the bar tender’s attention. “Another round!”
“Take it easy there, tiger. Don’t want you passin’ out on
us,” Jax joked, giving an appreciative nod to the bar tender as he sat their
shots out in front of them.
“Don’t bring me down, Jackson,” Bella chastised, wagging her
eyebrows. The three of them all downed yet another
shot, their throats burning as the alcohol made its way down.
Opie brought a hand down on Bella’s shoulder, giving it a
squeeze to get her attention. “I’m gonna talk to Chibs,” he lowly slurred,
pressing a rough kiss to her temple before making his way across the room to
the highly intoxicated Scott.
Bella diverted her
attention to Jax now, biting down on her bottom lip in excitement.
“What’s the plan now, birthday girl?”
Bella tilted her head to the side, as though considering it.
“Birthday present,” she finally said.
She hummed in confirmation. “You said you’d give it to me
today. So unless you forgot to get me something, I’m pretty sure you owe me a
Jax let out a breath. “Yeah, okay. Fair enough.” He looked
around the room, figuring their absence wouldn’t really be noticed if they left
for a few minutes. “Follow me.”
He took her by the hand, both of them trying not to trip
over their own feet and the other people crowding the clubhouse. Making their
way to the dorm rooms, Jax pushed his way through the door to his room, tugging
Bella in behind him. She squeezed his hand before letting go, looking around
the room as though he had done something different with it. “Bring me back here
to seduce me, Jax?”
Jax snorted, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a
small item that was wrapped in brown paper. “Was thinking about it. But I have some decency.”
Bella scoffed. “That’s news to me.”
He thrust the package in her direction, watching as she took
it before sitting on the edge of the bed. Her bright green eyes flashed up to
him, and he smiled in encouragement. Carefully ripping the paper away, a line
formed between Bella’s eyebrows as the gift came into view. It was a beaten up
copy of Catcher In The Rye. She looked up at Jax, as though waiting for an explanation.
He cleared his throat. “You were reading that the day I came
back from Washington during senior year. You were lying out in the backyard of
your old house, remember?” Bella nodded slowly, her lips parting before he
continued. “It’s the exact copy. Had to dig through a few boxes of your old
shit, but I managed to find it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand against the back of
his neck. “Open it.”
Bella was already feeling a little dizzy by the sentiment of
the gift, but she gingerly opened the cover, taking hold of the photo that fell
out. It was a picture of her and Jax when they were just teenagers. She was
wearing short levi cut-offs, and a white bikini top. He was dressed in a pair
of baggy jeans, his torso bare. The two of them were leaning against a tree,
basking in the shade of it. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed. Jax’s
head was turned to the side as he looked at her, an easy smile gracing his
features. Bella let out a sad laugh, remembering that day. It was hotter than
all hell, and the two of them had just got done doing some yard work for Gemma.
Bella didn’t even know that this picture existed.
Flipping it over, she felt her stomach tighten. “Jackson and Bella, two dumb kids in love.
Summer – 1994”
“Kinda crazy,” Jax chuckled after a few drawn out moments. Bella
nodded dumbly, not really knowing what to say.
“Jackson –“ she started.
He held a hand up. “Don’t mention it. Really. We’re all
Bella’s responsive nod made both of them laugh. He was
standing in front of her, and she tilted her head back to look at him. She
scrunched her nose teasingly and Jax stuck his tongue out at her. She scoffed,
rolling her eyes exaggeratedly as she hooked her fingers into his belt loops
mindlessly. “You’re such a fucking child.”
“Oh yeah?” Jax challenged, taking a few unconscious steps
forward as she tugged on his belt loops.
“Definitely,” Bella confirmed, the corners of her mouth
“Huh. Well I think you have the wrong idea, babe.”
They were both laughing, the alcohol catching up with them a
little bit. Their laughter didn’t falter as they somehow seemed to get closer
to each other, and before either one of them knew what was going on, Jax’s
hands were on either side of her face, his lips only a whisper away from hers.
The laughter died out a little, and Jax’s eyes were glued to Bella’s lush
“I think we might be a little drunk,” Bella mused lowly.
Jax swallowed. “Maybe.”
Bella corrected with a breathy laugh, touching her tongue to her upper lip.
“A little dizzy,” Jax commented, his thumb rubbing against her
“Yeah, that too.”
Bella gave a jerky nod, and suddenly, they were kissing. His
lips were on hers, her bottom lip slotting between his as though that was where
it was meant to be all along. Jax’s hands moved from the sides of her face to
tangle into her soft hair, the action causing her to push her lips harder
against his with a hungry little noise. He groaned, wanting nothing more than
to coax the sound out of her again and again. He wasn’t even sure how they
started kissing, or why, but it felt so fucking right. Like kissing her was what he should have been doing since
the day he met her.
Breaking away from the kiss, Bella gasped, leaning her
forehead against his. “Jax,” she started breathlessly, words failing her.
“Kiss me, Bella,” he spoke lowly, his eyes still closed, his
breathing shallow. “Just a little longer. Please,” he murmured, the sound of
his voice not doing great things for her self-control.
She had handfuls of his t-shirt, and her grip tightened
momentarily. She shook her head. “We can’t.”
“Don’t say that,” he rasped. “Don’t say that.”
“Jax,” she whispered, her heart beating erratically. “We
can’t do this.”
His eyes finally opened, his blue irises filled with a
certain desperation. “Yes we can.”
“I’m leaving soon, and –“
“I’ll go with you,” he interrupted, as though it was the
simplest thing in the world.
“No,” Bella stated softly. He wasn’t thinking straight. She
knew that. “You can’t. You have to stay here. The club is in your blood,” she
practically recited, hating the way the words tasted on her lips. But the flirt
on their breath and the passion between them almost made it seem like a real
possibility, if only for a moment.
“Stay then,” he breathed. “Stay.”
“Jackson,” she said around the lump in her throat. “I can’t.
I can’t stay here.”
Her statement brought both of them back to the harsh reality
of what their lives really were. Jax slowly pulled away, straightening his back
and adjusting his kutte. Bella gazed up at him, tears standing out in her eyes.
She hated this. This wasn’t the goodbye she wanted to give him. This isn’t the
way she expected to leave things.
“I know,” he finally said, a small, sad smile turning up the
corners of his lips. “I know you can’t.”
This town had brought her too much pain. Too much heart-ache.
She had so much ahead of her in life, and he would always resent himself a
little if he was the reason she decided to stay in this dead-end town. He
couldn’t do that to her. He loved her too much. She stood up from the bed,
straightening out her shirt and running a hand through her long hair. Their
eyes met – green against blue – and the air around them seemed to get lighter.
Almost simultaneously, they both let out loud laughs, as if the whole situation
was the most ridiculous thing ever.
Bella pressed her hands to her flushed face, shaking her
head at the whole fucking thing. How typical.
When their laughter finally died down, Jax flashed her a charming
grin. “You’ll call me everyday, right?”
“Everyday. I’ll call you so often that you’ll get sick of me
after the first month.”
“Guess we’ll have to see about that, Teller.”
5 YEARS LATER
Bella stepped off the plane, her hands already beginning to
shake. It had been a long time. Too long. But all the shit that had happened in
the last five years didn’t seem to matter right now, because she was back in
Charming. Back in the town she wasn’t sure she’d ever see again. She hadn’t even
talked to Jax, her old best friend, in a little over a year. He had gotten
caught up with all of the club shit, and they just ended up falling out of
touch. As sad as it was, Bella forced herself to not think about it as much as
she once did. It was the past, and she knew there was no real point in making
herself sad about it any longer. She was back in Charming for a reason, and
spending time worrying about Jax Teller wasn’t that reason.
When she had all of her luggage and was in the taxi she had
called to take her to the motel she was going to be staying in, she exhaled an
exhausted breath, leaning her forehead against the cool glass of the window
while letting her eyes slip closed. Bella didn’t know what her visit to
Charming had in store for her, but she could only try to prepare herself for
An old blue ’67 Impala pulled into the parking lot of
Teller-Morrow, catching Jax’s attention. The old car reminded him of high
school. It was the car that Bella’s mom used to drive. He hadn’t really seen
her around since Bella left all those years ago, but he never really thought to
go check in with her. He didn’t want to be reminded of Bella - to be reminded
of losing her.
Watching the car with wary eyes, Jax nearly choked on his
own spit when he saw the woman with familiar long brown hair step out into the
lot. She was wearing a baggy green sweatshirt, and a pair of slightly
distressed jeans. She turned her head in the direction of the garage, as if she
was looking for someone. When he saw her face, Jax felt like the wind had been
knocked out of him. She was just as
beautiful as she was the day she left Charming.
Before his brain could catch up with his feet, Jax found
himself walking her way, his eyes locked on her. He was sure she hadn’t noticed
him yet, because she was looking towards the clubhouse with that line between
Jax’s throat felt like it was full of cotton. When he was
only just a few feet in front of her, the sound of his footsteps finally caught
her attention. Her eyes snapped to him, and Jax’s heart nearly ached at the
wave of nostalgia that washed over him at the sight of her warm green eyes.
Instead of making things awkward, Bella offered him a small
grin. “Hey, stranger.”
Jax swallowed. “Hey, trouble maker,” he shot back, the
exchange making his heart ache even more than it had been before. He rubbed his
knuckles against his chest, willing for it to go away.
“How’ve you been?”
“I’ve – uh – I’ve been pretty good.”
Bella raised a brow, her eyes flicking to the patch on his
kutte that read V. President. “I can
“Right. It’s not a big deal or anything,” Jax dismissed
She let out a laugh, the sound making Jax’s heart jump in
his chest. “Don’t give me that shit. The club was all you ever wanted. I’m
happy for you,” she trailed off, her mind going back to the night of her 21st
birthday when they had almost this same conversation. The club was in his blood.
“Why are you back in town?” He asked, unable to contain
himself. He had to know if she was just visiting or if she was back for good.
Bella looked down at the keys she held in her hands,
fidgeting with them a little. “My mom is getting pretty bad. Had to come see
her. Arrange some things.”
Jax felt like shit. He didn’t even know that her mom was
sick. What the hell was wrong with him? “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. He
reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, both of their eyes following his
hand. The contact made Bella want to wrap herself in the safety of him and
never come out.
Shaking out of that state of mind, Bella waved her hand.
“Don’t even worry about it. I actually, um, came here for Opie.”
That shocked Jax. “Opie?”
“Yeah,” Bella laughed, as though she couldn’t really believe
it either. “We’ve kind of been talking lately. Said he’d come down to the
hospital with me. My mom is more than excited to see him,” she rolled her eyes
“Oh,” Jax said dumbly, for lack of better things to say.
“Well he’s just back in the clubhouse. You can go in if you want.”
Bella offered him a stunning smile. “Thanks Jax.”
As she walked in the other direction, Jax kicked himself for
not saying anything else. “Bel?” He called out to her.
She stopped, looking at him over her shoulder, waiting for
him to continue.
“Wanna get a drink later? Catch up?”
She seemed to consider his offer for a moment before nodding.
“Yeah. Sounds good.”
“There’s no way!” Bella laughed loudly, pressing the back of
her hand to her mouth.
“Wish I was joking,” Jax chuckled, circling his finger
around the rim of his beer bottle.
“Too bad I wasn’t there,” she came down from her laughing
fit, taking a sip of her own beer.
“Yeah,” Jax’s sad eyes met hers momentarily. “Too bad.”
There was a moment of silence that stretched between them.
Everything that they hadn’t said in the last 5 years seemed to come to the
front of their minds. So many unspoken words, so many lost hopes.
The corners of Bella’s mouth twisted, and she looked away.
“It’s getting kind of late. I should get going.”
Jax ran a hand over his hair before rubbing the back of his
neck. “Probably a good idea. Where’re you staying?”
“Some shit hole motel right at the edge of town,” Bella
scoffed, standing up and shrugging on the black hoodie she had brought with
“Want me to follow you over?” He offered, not liking the
idea of her staying in some shady motel that wasn’t even close by.
“You my bodyguard now, Teller?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Might be a good gig. God knows how
much trouble you get yourself into.”
Bella laughed. “I guess that’s fair.”
They slowly made their way up the stairs, talking and
exchanging dumb stories. Seeing Bella’s bright smile and hearing her contagious
laughter after all these years made it feel like Jax had never even been apart
from her. Not even for a second.
The two of them finally made it to the door of her room, and
Bella pulled the room key out of her pocket, leaning her shoulder against the
doorframe. “It was good seeing you, Jax,” she said, goodbye heavy on her
Jax tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. “Yeah,
Bel. Always a pleasure.”
“Such a gentlemen,” she mocked.
“For you? Always,” Jax teased. But there was something else
behind his words. Something that made both of them ache with longing.
Bella diverted her eyes. “Maybe I’ll see you around
sometime. When the stars align and all that.”
Jax cracked a grin. “Sure, darlin’. I’ll be seeing you.”
With that, she slid her room key into the slot of the
doorknob, turning the handle when the light turned green. Jax gave her a short
nod before turning away, making his way back towards the staircase. He hated
this. Hated that she had to leave again. Hated that he wasn’t doing something.
The sudden thought stopped him in his tracks. He wasn’t letting this shit
happen again. No. He had gone without her for too fucking long.
He turned back around, taking fast steps in her direction.
She was only half way into her room when he made it to her. He placed a hand on
the back of her neck, the other one going to her hip, and suddenly, his lips were
on hers. The kiss was hot and languid, their lips moving together slowly. It
brought back everything that they had been feeling from the very beginning, and
suddenly they were both dumb kids again. Dumb kids in love.
Bella’s hands grasped the front of his kutte, tugging him
further into her, and he let out a low noise of pleasure.
As fast as it started, it stopped, Bella parting their
locked lips with a shuttered breath. “Jax-“
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Jax
interrupted, ignoring whatever she was about to say. It wasn’t important. And
he didn’t want her saying those things that she said all those years ago. He
wanted this. Needed this. He shook
his head in a rush. “I’ve thought that since our first day of high school. You
came over to the house, pissed off that your favorite pair of Chuck Taylor’s
had a hole in them,” he cut himself off with a choked laugh. “You were so
worried about your damn shoes that you didn’t even notice you had dirt on your
cheek,” he swiped his thumb across her cheek as though he was reliving the memory.
“I reached over to wipe it off and you smiled at me. It was the most beautiful
thing that I had ever seen.” He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. “Don’t
leave again. Don’t.”
Bella’s eyes were filled with tears waiting to spill out. “I
love you,” she whispered, so low that he almost didn’t even hear her. Nothing
else in that moment seemed to matter. The years seemed to melt away. Bella didn’t
care about anything else. Didn’t care about her problems, or what the future
was going to bring. What mattered was that moment. Nothing but that moment.
A blinding smile transformed Jax’s face at her words, and he
let out a watery chuckle. “God,” he breathed. “I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”
With that, they were kissing again, the world around them
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