Jeys Pride Celebration 2k21 Series

Jey’s Pride Celebration 2k21 Series

A/N: So this series manifested from the Writer Wednesday and Jey’s Pride Celebration 2k21 during the month of June where @autumnleaves1991-blog and @flightlessangelwings collaborated and provided word and photo prompts for interested writers each week. I’ve been doing Writer Wednesday for a bit so I took up on this challenge and wrote a mini series. Because the challenge was for Pride Month, I kept it GN!reader although I initially wrote it with M!reader in mind. I had a blast exploring this universe and even though it was short, I very much enjoyed spending the time I did with Will and reader. The fics are listed chronologically.

- The Kiss (no smut, GN!reader) - When It Feels Right (no smut, GN!reader) - This Christmas (no smut, GN!reader) - Would You Ever? (no smut, GN!reader) - Manhattan (no smut, angst, GN!reader) - Taking Another Chance (no smut, GN!reader) - Let’s Do This (no smut, GN!reader)

He found his Peggy

Before Steve passed away he told (y/n) to “Find your Peggy.” Only after Steve’s funeral did he finally understand what he meant by: “Find your Peggy”.

Relationship: Bucky “James” Barnes X male!reader, Sam Wilson X male!reader (platonic)

Request: NO

Warnings: Mentions of grief, loss, broken hearts, mentions of wounds. Main character Death, surgery, mentions of ED, using sex as a form of coping (unsafely), mentions of homophobia

This one has a bit of a set up. I will not apologize for there the background though mainly angst with very little fluff.

(y/n) grew up alone. Never looking back or relying on people. Not once in his life did he think things were ever going to go his way. Lost his mother and father at a young age, lost his grandparents shortly after, being disowned by what was left of his family for being queer after they promised they would always stick together. (y/n) knew disappointment and resentment like that back of his hand, so he enlisted into the US Air Force to hopefully find something to do with his life. He hid who he was behind tattoos and a bulky front act for his “Military Family” as he liked to say. 

During his time he met Sam wilson. Sam broke his walls down and helped him heal. (y/n) told him about his issue and Sam responded in kind. This was the first time he could be real with someone and he felt like a person. Sam never got upset with him or condemned him for his emotions. It was quite the opposite and a lot of “Hey man, it's ok to have emotions. I’m here for you man. Whenever you need me, you know where to find me”. 

When (y/n) heard about Sam leaving due to personal reasons he cried, Hard. (y/n) felt like he was losing another brother. This shut down (y/n) again. He became a hard and solid soldier (not that he wasn't already.), quickly rising to the top of his class (for a lack of a better word). He sharpened his senses and stopped putting his trust in the people around the base and once again fell back into the cycle that was cynicism. 

The moment (y/n) got the notice he was being discharged he packed up his stuff very carefully. He was injured in the air and was forced to crash land the jet he was in. He was told by the Doctor that did the surgery that his heart stopped twice and he was very lucky to have made it though. After he made it back out into the work he moved to Washington DC to look for work. He found a pretty cheap apartment and settled in. He never really unpacked much, just some basic necessities. It looked like he never lived there, but if you looked closer you could see the small remnants of a military man. The bed was made a specific way, apartment always clean, bag stuffed under the bed, the shades always drawn closed to block the outside world out and keep him inside. He almost never slept on the bed, it was either the floor or the couch on an easy night. 

(y/n) suffered from his wounds. Physical and mental. It didn’t matter, it started to take a toll on him as he suffered from night terrors and paranoia. Once he was cleared by his physical therapist he started going on runs in the morning to clear his mind from the terrors that plagued his mind in his sleep. One morning he came across an Ad on a cork board outside of a shelter he frequently passed on his routine. It was an ad for group counseling for Veterans. Pushing aside the distrust for therapist and counseling he pulled a slip off the weathered and slightly crisp yellow paper and slipped it in his jacket pocket then went about his routine for the day. 

A few days later he stood in front of a builder that held the address that matched up with the one on the slip of paper he pocketed a few days before. A shiver ran down his spine as he took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, making his way inside. He slowly sat down towards the back and kept his head low before the session started. He was startled out of his daze when he heard a man speak up, a man he hadn’t heard from in 6 years. Sam Wilson. His head shot up in alarm as Sam started speaking to the group of veterans in the room. 

The session consisted of basic introductions and some people talking about how their experience in the service was. (y/n) kept to himself for most of it, only talking about how he had to force a land and ended up being discharged due to injury. After the session was over, (y/n) shakily rose to his feet and turned to leave. He heard Sam call out to him and jog over. 

“Hey man, nice to see you, it's been a while. How have you been?” The question caused (y/n) to freeze. Shit had gotten hard, not just hard but almost unbearable. “Honestly Sam, I just missed my best friend.” (y/n) retorted and pulled Sam into a bone crushing hug, silently wincing at the faint pain in his shoulder. (y/n) and Sam spent the day making up for the 6 years of absence and reconnecting over beer and greasy bar food. 

Over the next few months (y/n) and Sam fell into a routine. Morning jogs, lunch, afternoon counseling then went about their days. One morning went a bit differently. As Sam and (y/n) were out on their morning run they heard quick footsteps approaching them and a quick “To your left” as a man sped past them. This continued their whole run and (y/n) found it extremely annoying but he kept it at bay. When they finished the run Sam walked over to the stranger, (y/n) following closely behind. He stayed silent during the conversation (other than introducing himself). 

A few days later he was kicking it with Sam to pass the time after his shift at the music store by his apartment. He heard a knock on the door and hollered for Sam to get the door. He bristled when the door opened and he saw Steve Rogers and the redhead woman that picked him up standing in the doorway, looking rather banged up and exhausted. Sam let them in and told (y/n) to close the blinds. (y/n) did as Sam asked and grabbed towels for Steve and the Woman, Natasha so they could clean up. After they cleaned up and talked for a while they were filled in and told about Shield and Hydra (Which (y/n) had some knowledge about due to his military background). When they asked if they could help Sam immediately said yes but (y/n) was more apprehensive but eventually said yes. 

(y/n) had gotten severely injured during the battle in the helicarriers and was admitted to the hospital. Sam and Natasha regularly checked in with him, keeping him up to date about Steve’s condition and the news. After (y/n) was discharged from the hospital he packed up what little things were around his apartment and went over to Sam’s to let him know he was leaving for Brooklyn. (y/n) said it was for a change of pace but Sam knew better. They shared a hug and Sam promised to keep in touch. (y/n) over the next 2 years led a steady and quiet life, staying in the shadows and off government radars the best he could. That changed the day 50% of the Earth's population disappeared into thin air. After that he roped into helping hold meetings with Steve to help form a community and a safe place in the new and scary world that was so suddenly thrust upon them. (y/n) helped out around Avengers HQ where he could. During this time Steve and (y/n) got close while mourning Sam and Steve Mourning Bucky and Sam. They became as close as brothers. 

There was a day that (y/n) was getting a drink in the compound kitchen area and he heard a loud rumbling noise, Looking over at Steve he sent him a nod then booked it for the lawn area to see a ship (in rough shape) landing and a skinny, malnourished Tony Stark come fumbling out the ship. (y/n) heard Pepper gasp and ran to Tony to help him up and get him inside to receive medical attention. After Tony’s outburst at the table (y/n) excused himself and went to his apartment. (y/n) spent the night drinking and sobbing about all the people who had disappeared. 

Over the next 7 years (y/n) was in and out of the compound to keep Steve company or work. One day when he was at the compound he Heard Tony storm in saying that he figured out time travel and that they could reverse what had happened. That caused (y/n) to perk up with interest and he helped Bruce the best he could to get something set up so they could do it properly and retrieve the stones. (y/n) stayed behind and monitored the area and kept an eye on the screens. Everyone came back, except Natasha. He watched in horror as Clint broke down in silent sobs. (y/n) felt his stomach drop, Natasha wasn’t quite a sister but they were close in the last 9 years since the mission in Washington. Bruce took charge and snapped, reversing the Blip.

The next thing (y/n) knows he is standing side by side with Steve on the battlefield, across from Thanos and his army. A handful of monsters and a power hungry alien that was trying to get the stones. (y/n) sent a silent plea for strength and help before looking towards Steve, who sent him a stoic look. 

“To your left” said an all too familiar voice into (y/n) and Steve’s earpiece as thousands of orange portals opened, thousands of people came out of the portals. The only one that mattered to (y/n) was Sam who came flying next to him before landing. “Are you really here?” (y/n) asked, his voice quiet and choked. “I am here brother. I’m here.” Sam said before hugging (y/n), something the two didn’t do regularly before turning back to Steve to await the call to rush into action. Steve made the call and the battle commenced. 

They ended up winning, but at the cost of Tony. Everyone on the field took a knee and a violent hush fell over the chaos that surrounded him, cut by sniffles and the cries from loved ones. They held a funeral at Tony’s lakehouse and Steve volunteered to take back the stones. (y/n) had a bad gut feeling about it but waited with Bucky and Sam by the lake side. As Bruce looked in confusion when Steve didn’t return, (y/n) saw Bucky’s shoulders fall slightly. (y/n) then realized that Steve never planned on returning to the present day. (y/n) turned towards Bucky and placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder in sympathy, Bucky glanced at (y/n) as he pointed to the lake side. There was an old man resting on the bench and Bucky looked down with a soft smile but a pained look in his eyes, something (y/n) was all too familiar with. (y/n) and Bucky looked over at Sam who was walking over to Steve who was sitting on the bench. The two were in deep conversation. (y/n) watches with Bucky as Sam picks up the shield and finishes his conversion with Steve. (y/n) looked over at Bucky, who sighs and looks down in contemplation. “Don’t force yourself to do anything you don’t want to.” (y/n) whispered then nodded to Steve, who sent him a small wave. 

Over the next few years (y/n) kept in touch with Steve who consistently asked if (y/n) had found anyone who only got back a snarky “now that you're old, you are so nosy” and a laugh. Steve always told (y/n) to look out for Bucky and Sam, which he did. He and Bucky became closer. Not as close as Sam or Steve but they became friends. In this time (y/n) slowly took notice of things he never did before. The way Bucky’s eyes lit up when talking to Steve, the nostalgia that overtook Bucky’s features when Steve told him about The Howling Commandos, the way Bucky's eyebrows furrow when he was in deep thought, how Bucky bites his cuticles when he thinks no one is looking, it was little stuff but it meant something to (y/n). During one visit with Steve, (y/n) was talking about something and Steve looked at him as (y/n) told him about some story that happened last week with Bucky. 

Steve chuckled and (y/n) stopped mid sentence. “What was that about?” (y/n) asked as he returned focus to Steve. “You’re in love with him.” Steve said with a soft smile. (y/n) choked on air. “I am sorry? Me? In love with Bucky?” He said. “I know that look and the way you talk about him is how I talk about Peggy. You have to find your Peggy.” Steve said, leaving (y/n) dumbfounded. This soon became sort of a catchphrase for Steve. It was always “find your Peggy. Life is short, make the most of it.” and (y/n) took it to heart. 

When Bucky got the phone call that Steve had passed he rushed over to (y/n)’s apartment to tell him. (y/n) had heard the news already and was asked to be a paul bearer. He said yes and looked to Bucky for emotional support. The two of them grieved together and helped plan the funeral. (y/n) openly cried at the burial while Bucky was more put together, but (y/n) knew Bucky was just as torn up as he was. 

(y/n) was asked to speak at the funeral. He told the story of how he met Steve and he was a good man and an even better guy. “When I would visit Steve he would always, without fail, pry into my love life, or lack thereof. He noticed the small things y’know. I would sit differently and he would notice. He also always told me to ‘Find your Peggy, and to always cherish them because life is short. Make the most of it’.” (y/n) said as he started to break down again. After the crowd had dispersed, (y/n) stayed and talked to the casket that held Steve’s body. He cried and told him that he would miss him, then he talked about how he finally understood what he said about finding his peggy. (y/n) told the Casket that he loved Bucky and he would always keep him in his heart even if he didn’t love him back. He laid a small white Chrysanthemum on the casket and turned to leave, only to see Bucky back by a tree, talking to a younger girl who was consoling him. 

(y/n) felt his heart rip in two when he saw Bucky slip an arm around her waist and walk away from the grave side. His head was fuzzy and he felt like the wind was knocked from his lungs as he took cautious steps towards his car. When (y/n) got his head together he drove away in silence from Bucky and the grave sight. (y/n) choked down tears the whole way home, only allowing himself to cry after he got the door locked and laying on the floor, not even making it to his own room. The next morning he felt sore from laying on the floor, his mouth dry and head pounding from crying. He slowly got up and made his way to the kitchen to get some water and pain killers to alleviate his headache. He checked his phone to see a few texts from Bucky and a missed call from him. The texts were asking where he had disappeared off to and one saying goodnight.

(y/n) checked the voice mail from the missed call. “Hey (y/n), it’s Bucky. I was just wanting to check in and see how you were doing. You seemed pretty shaken when you left. Call me back when you can. Remember we have lunch tomorrow. See you then, Take care” Bucky’s voice played back through the phone. (y/n) sighed and deleted the message. He went and hopped in the shower, washing off the grime from yesterday and to recenter himself. He slipped on a pair of jeans with boots and a plain cotton T-shirt. Grabbing his keys and phone. He locked his apartment door and left. 

(y/n) went to the diner they planned on meeting at for lunch. When he walked up to the door he saw Bucky and the girl from yesterday sitting at a table, talking about something. She said something that caused Bucky to laugh, (y/n) took notice of how Bucky threw his head back and the way his lips stretched into a smile as he laughed. (y/n)’s body shook a little as his feet practically glued himself to the pavement outside the diner. Taking a deep breath (y/n) made his way inside and over to them. When Bucky saw him, he stood up and gave him a one armed side hug and motioned for him to sit. (y/n) sits down and Bucky falls into a natural conversation with the Woman across from him. Bucky looks over at (y/n) and furrows his eyebrows. “I forgot to introduce you, this is Ellie. My girlfriend. Ellie, this is one of my close friends, (y/n).” Bucky said as he took a drink from his cup. 

“It's nice to meet you, (y/n).” Ellie said, shifting in her seat. “Likewise” (y/n) responded before ordering water. (y/n) felt his heart crack a bit more as he saw the way Bucky was interacting with Ellie. (y/n) ordered his food and ate, making the occasional comment then going quiet and eating. (y/n) felt out of place, he felt like a third wheel. When lunch ended he quickly left. Only when he got home did he start breaking down again as he felt his soul being crushed. 

Now he understood why Steve said to “find your peggy.”. He waited too long and now He was gone. 

(y/n) spent the next few months in agony. At night he went out and partied or went to whatever bar was close to his current location. He took  whatever girl or guy that showed any interest in him back to their place and hooked up with them, only to leave in the morning before the other person woke up. (y/n) ate less and ended up losing some weight. He wasn’t rail thin but he didn’t exactly look physically healthy. He always went and got checked to make sure he didn’t catch anything. This became his new routine. He was trying to force his feelings for Bucky away. 

One night as he grabbed his keys to go out for the 4th time this week he heard a knock on the door. (y/n) huffed quietly then made his way to the door. When he answered it he was not expecting to see Bucky, tear stained face and eyes rimmed red that made the blue in them more prominent. 

“Ellie left me” was all he said before breaking down, leaning on (y/n)’s shoulder. (y/n) felt his heart crack again for the first time since he started going out. (y/n) sighed out and let bucky in, guiding to the stools in his kitchen and making him sit down. (y/n) moved fluidly through the kitchen and grabbed a couple beers from his mostly empty fridge and opened one before passing it to Bucky then turning away to the sink. With shaky hands (y/n) opened his own beer and took a drink from it for courage, then he turned to face Bucky only to meet his eyes. Bucky was studying (y/n)’s body language. 

“Stop that.” (y/n) snapped as he leaned against the counter. “Stop what?” Bucky said as he looked back to the counter. “You’re analyzing me, my movements, and probably how I breathe.”  (y/n) said as he pulled himself up on the counter, not looking away from the man in front of him. “You haven’t contacted me or Sam in months. I was worried about you.” He said and sagged his shoulders. 

“Yea well a phone works both ways. Sam has been busy and you had Ellie. I didn’t want to interrupt them. She didn’t like me very much when you introduced us so I backed up and stayed out of it.” (y/n) said and ran a hand through his hair then picked at the hem of his own shirt. (y/n) leaned back, resting his back against the cabinet  behind him and looked over towards Bucky. “Why did you come here? Other than Ellie?” (y/n) whispered. “I missed you man. Isn’t that enough. Not everyone has ulterior motives. I just wanted to see my friends. Is that an issue?” Bucky said, his voice breaking and looking down. 

“Of course not. I just had plans tonight.” (y/n) said and Bucky’s head snapped up in anger. “Yeah like what? Going out and fucking the closet person avalible? You know you aren’t as careful as you think you are. I have seen you leaving clubs and bars with people, I have seen the hickeys and the marks left by people who don’t even know your name.” Bucky snapped and Stood up suddenly. 

“Oh, you’re my mother now? Look. James, not that it’s any of your fucking business but its how I cope. Don't like it? Leave.” (y/n) said, anger building in his chest. Bucky made his way around the counter and stood between (y/n)’s legs, caging him in his spot on the counter. 

“What are you so scared of? What are you running from? Why didn’t you think to talk to me or Sam? We could help you, but you have to let us help you.” Bucky said and locked eyes with (y/n). “This issue isn’t yours to fix” (y/n) growled out. “Try me (y/n). I’ve been through more shit than you can imagine.” Bucky said as he grabbed (y/n)'s wrist. “Not this one. isn't your problem, Believe me.” “Then tell me. Please, I can’t lose you.” Bucky said, his blue eyes softened as he moved closer to (y/n), his face inches away from (y/n)’s. 

‘Fuck, this is bad. If I don't say something Bucky won’t give up. Make something up for fucks sake.’ (y/n) thought as he reached out, gripping Bucky’s shirt. “I am in love with you.” (y/n) whispered, barely audible. ‘You fucking idiot. Out of all the things you could have said you chose that one?’ (y/n) thought bitterly as he looked away from Bucky, mentally preparing for rejection. 

Bucky felt his face heat up and stumbled over his thoughts for a second, his head and tongue not agreeing on what to say. “I’m sorry? Repeat that?” Bucky stammered out and turned (y/n)'s face to look at him. “Fuck! What else is there to say James? I am in love with you. These past few months I have been trying to get over my feelings for you and got lost.” (y/n) repeated, on the verge of tears. 

(y/n) went to push Bucky away from him until he felt Bucky’s lips touch his in a fury. Their teeth clashing, Bucky’s stubble digging into (y/n)’s face. (y/n) kissed him back, gripping Bucky’s shirt and wrapping his legs around his waist to root Bucky to his spot in front of him. After they break for air (y/n) looks at Bucky. “Bucky, stop. You are upset and going through a break up. You don’t understand what you’re doing” (y/n) says goes to move, Bucky grips (y/n)'s arm harder and prevents him from moving. “You will not be the person who tells me I don’t know what I am doing. I am not the one who is drowning in loveless hookups. You are. You can’t even come out of your haze long enough to see that people are worried and care. That I care.” Bucky said before he let go of (y/n) and stepped away. At that moment (y/n) started crying and looked away from Bucky in shame. 

Just as he was able to maybe bury his feelings for Bucky, he had shattered that possibility. “Then prove it, Buck.” (y/n) said as he pushed himself off the counter and leaned onto Bucky’s chest. Bucky sighed and looked down at (y/n), wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. “I will. I promise” He said, pressing a kiss to (y/n)'s head.

Hi Sarah! I’d love some more backstory to the fic where Eddie broke the reader’s heart and we married Jax Teller. Honestly I’m just looking for you to write Jax Teller😂😂 love you❤️

Hiii babes!! I am dying at y’all wanting more Jax Teller(even tho in the fic his name is Charlie we can just call him Jax at this point then lol) so to be nice I will give you a few little conversations between you and him when he kept coming into your coffee shop before he finally asked for your number😂💖

This goes along with THIS story✨

*He may look like he’s a badass but you intimidate him and he loves it*

“What can I get for you?” “Uh Hi…yeah uhm shit what’s the drink that’s green and caffeinated?” “Hi! Oh a matcha? Do you want it iced or hot?” “How would you…drink it?” “I like everything iced.” “Let’s do that then.” “Perfect. So one iced matcha coming up.” “Thanks sweetheart.” “No problem. You can wait over there and I’ll call your name when it’s ready.” “Oh uh okay…you didn’t ask my name?” “I just assumed you liked to go by President since that’s what’s on your vest.” “You can call me whatever you like.” “Okay…you can still wait over there.”

“Back again? Want another iced matcha?” “No thanks darlin that was a little too green tasting for me.” “Understandable. What can I get you today then?” “I’ll just take a large coffee with three sugars and two creams please.” “Ohh no flavors or anything to keep it interesting?” “What can I say I’m a man of simple taste.” “What a shame.” “What? What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’ll call you when it’s ready.” “You’re trouble. I can just tell.” “Says the one in a leather vest that says men of mayhem on it.” “Damn…got me there sweetheart.”

“Large coffee three sugars two creams?” “I think I might add in some vanilla today.” “Oh yes way to really spice it up.” “Baby steps…I’m new to this whole coffee thing.” “Oh trust me…I can tell.” “So…if I let you pick my coffee order do you think I can get your number?” “You think letting me pick what kind of coffee you have is worth giving you my number?” “I think it’s a fair trade.” “Let me think about it.” “Fine I’ll come back tomorrow how’s that sound?” “Sounds…fine I guess.” “Oh come on darlin I know you enjoy our little chats.” “Oh yes they are just the highlight of my day.” “You really know how to deflate a man’s ego.” “It’s one of my many talents…enjoy your coffee.” “See you tomorrow.” “Looking forward to it.”

Hearts Divided - A Nine Part Benedict Bridgerton Story (Masterlist)

Benedict Bridgerton x GN!Reader *sometimes might allude to a more feminine character, but no pronouns besides they/them are used (if you spot one I may have accidentally used, let me know!)

Story Synopsis:

Years ago, Edmund Bridgerton and Charles L/n, friends and equals, suddenly clashed and became enemies for unknown reasons. This caused a rift between the children of both families, who were then forced to never see each other again. Charles L/n took his family out of London not long later, and nothing had been seen of the family since.

Years later, Y/n L/n, their two siblings and their parents return to London. Even though Edmund Bridgerton is now deceased, Charles L/n, refuses to let go of the past.

Y/n is the opposite of their parents, they are kind, compassionate, and never understood the hatred of the Bridgertons. Once back in London, Y/n befriends Henry and Lucy Granville. And after attending one of his soirees, runs into a long lost friend, Benedict Bridgerton.

Once reunited, their friendship is rekindled, but not long later, difficulties arise. Not only because there were sworn enemies by their own fathers, but because their old friendship returns with a growing attraction between them now that they are adults.

What will they do when their attraction becomes an unbreakable bond? When the hatred of the Bridgerton's is still held strong by Y/n's father. A secret friendship turned romance, painful decisions and broken hearts may be all that lies in their future.

*Takes place between Seasons One and Two.

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Chapter One: A Bitter Separation

One day, after the sudden discovery that the long-held friendship between Edmund Bridgerton and Charles L/n has come to a sudden and abrupt end. Y/n is heartbroken when forcefully separated from the Bridgerton family, who unlike their own family, accepted and gave them love they knew nowhere else.

Years after being forced out of London by their father, Y/n learns they are to return for the season. Plagued by the thoughts of what will happen while they are there.

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Chapter Two: Reunited Hearts

Now back in London, Y/n awaits the moment they might once again see the Bridgerton family and in particular Benedict. After making the acquaintance of Sir Granville and his wife Lucy, Y/n is unaware of just how close they are to seeing her long lost friend again.

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Chapter Three: Resentment

During the first ball of the season, Sir Charles L/n comes face to face with the Bridgerton's for the first time. And to no ones surprise, remains resentful for the same unknown reasons. Y/n and Benedict steal a moment during a dance, but it does not end as they wish. And Y/n's night only ends with more questions and anger.

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Chapter Four: Rebellious Hearts

After sneaking out in the middle of the night to another Granville party, Y/n and Benedict are able to continue rebuilding their friendship. But as they talk throughout the night, they realize, what they have now, is much more.

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Chapter Five: Discovered

After a month of secret rendezvous, Benedict and Y/n's feelings have developed into a strong love. But as careful as they've have been, it seems that neither of them can keep their secrets from their parents for long.

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Chapter Six: Sacrifice for Love

After Y/n and Benedict's relationship is uncovered, Y/n is left to make a heartbreaking decision to save Benedict and his family from scandal and disgrace. The result? Sacrificing any chance of happiness they might have.

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Chapter Seven: Fate Unknown

As Y/n grows closer to losing their happiness forever, they send Benedict a message. One last goodbye in case they are separated forever. Refusing to give up hope, Benedict reignites Y/n hope there would be a happy ending to this story.

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Chapter Eight: Secrets Unraveled

After one last secret meeting with Benedict, Y/n learns of the information he discovered about Edmund’s discovery. With one last attempt at saving their future, Y/n finally discovers their father’s long hidden secret.

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Chapter Nine: Hearts United

What Y/n set out for has been finished. The secret that plagued their mind for years has finally been revealed. But will knowing it allow them to be freed from their punishment?

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Headcanon:

Archie crushing on Malachai's younger brother

Request: Yes or No

Archie had tagged along as backup with Jug when he went to meet Malachai for a treaty

There, he saw you

An attractive guy

When Malachai noticed Archie staring...

He didn't seem happy

He nudged you towards the car

Archie blinked

Malachai was too old to be your boyfriend but too young to be your father

"Hey, Cheryl, who's that?" Archie asked the redhead.

"That's Hobgoblin's brother." She replied, arms crossed.

Archie shifted his attention back to you

You stood a bit behind Malachai

Malachai was clearly protective of you

Archie didn't want to get on his bad side again

You glanced at Archie every so often

He just...

Didn't fit in

He looked like a baby rabbit among wolves

You often visited the Northside cause of Pop's

You apologized to him about all the destruction your older brother caused

You never had a father figure so having Pop's around helped

Northsiders who saw your jacket stayed away and Serpents often confronted you

One boy did neither

Archie Andrews

He chatted with you whenever he saw you

You two eventually became good friends

Until one day

"So, this chick, Vanessa?"

"Veronica."

"Right, Veronica." You laughed, taking another swing of your beer. Archie smiled widely, watching you. It was one of those days where you two had snuck out to meet up at Sweetwater River.

"She drags this poor girl, Betty?"

"Mhm."

"Into the boys lockerroom and doesn't get in trouble?" Archie nodded. You scoffed.

"Wow. Rich kids get away with everything." You mumbled. Archie put his can down, facing you. You turned your head, looking at him as the sound of crickets and rushing water filled the air. You smiled softly, putting your can down as well.

"We should probably head home." You said softly as the both of you slowly leaned in.

"Yeah.." Archie nodded, continuing to lean in. You pressed your lips against his, hands cupping his face. Archie kissed you back, being as gentle as always. You easily pushed him back onto the grass and things escalated.

You got an earful when you got home at 5 am considering you had snuck out at 1 am Mal had every reason to be annoyed and concerned

You didn't give a straight answer but the hickies gave you very much away

Malachai didn't care who you fucked as long as you used protection but he didn't like not knowing where you were

When you sighed and said Sweetwater River, he narrowed his eyes

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"Who was with you?"

"Nobody?"

"You fucked the air then?"

You snorted, shaking your head.

"Someone."

"I'm asking for a name, (N/N)."

"He's not a.." You remembered the Serpent tattoo Archie had and swallowed.

"You fucked a Serpent?!"

"As if you haven't before! Plus he's not a full Serpent!"

Malachai groaned.

"Are you fucking serious?"

"I'm going to bed." You quickly went to your room before Malachai could open his mouth again.

You knew Mal was gonna keep a close eye on you

You still went to Pop's and told him about your.. Issue at the moment

He assured you he would tell Archie that you weren't avoiding him on purpose

It took two weeks before Mal gave up

You went to Pop's, getting an order that one of your friends had called in. Pop motioned over to a booth with his head and you glanced over.

Seeing Archie and some chick. Laughing and talking.

It seemed like his ex too.

Funny

You usually played people like that

Karma had her ways

"I don't care." You assured Pops. He hummed.

"Right."

"(Y/N)?" You turned around, looking at Jughead.

"Hey, dude." You greeted. Jughead had been loud enough to get Archie and the girls attention.

"I didn't know you came here."

"Had to make up for what Mal did." You shrugged, taking the to-go bag from Pop.

"See you around." You winked, walking out without looking at Archie.

Your nerves spiked up when you heard rapid footsteps behind you. You opened the car door but someone grabbed your arm.

"(Y/N)-"

"Andrews! I didn't see you in there, how ya been?" You asked, putting the bag safely inside and looking at him. Archie frowned when he heard his last name.

"I should get going."

"Is Malachai still mad?"

"He got over it like a day ago." You chuckled, playing it cool and unbothered. Archie smiled.

"Can we hang again? And maybe talk about-"

"Archiekins?" The chick from before called out.

"Archiekins?" You repeated, a laugh leaving you. He said he hated that name yet she still called him that. Funny.

"Veronica, not now."

"Oh?" You laughed again, jaw clenching. Not only was he allowing his ex to call him that, he also was dating the entitled rich girl. So funny.

"You're funny, Andrews, you really are." You patted his chest with a smile.

"What's going on?" Veronica asked, brows furrowed.

"I- Just give me a moment, okay?" Archie glanced at her before looking back at you.

"(Y/N), I can explain."

"You don't need to, Andrews, I get it. If I were you, I wouldn't wanna be seen with a delinquent in a gang either."

"What? No, that's not it!" Archie grabbed your hips, trying to keep you in place so he could explain.

"Me and Veronica are strictly friends, okay?"

"Don't look like it." You glanced at the girl who's eyes watered. She quickly went back inside. Archie sighed.

"I get being friends with your ex.. But only if you both know that you're just friends." You pushed him back with ease and got into your car, driving away.

Archie knew he needed to fix things

I love gay Jax Teller 😍

Philosophy don't bother me, with your lies

Jax Teller x Male Reader

Warning: Smut

Request- Sons of Anarchy: - Jax Teller x Male Reader smut: Set in Season 7, where Jax does not make connections with Ron and withdraws from everyone in grief over Tara’s death. He meets you having just moved to Charming, and a love slowly blossoms.

Jax Teller doesn't deal with grief very well. When Tara died, he shut down and shut everyone out. He doesn't speak to his friends, his mom or Ron. He doesn't show up to the club anymore now he mostly drinks and smokes cigarettes.

Everyone is letting him deal with grief on his own. He doesn't have anyone to talk about it.

You just moved into Charming. You live alone and you moving the boxes alone too. Jax just watched you dropped your box and heard you curse. He walked towards you and he starts to help you pick your stuff.

”Thank you,” You said.

”Do you need more help? I don't mind. My name is Jax and I live across the street” Jax said.

”Mine is Y/N. I will appreciate of you helping me” You said.

Jax did carry the heavier boxes and you told him where to put it.

”What made you move from the city to a small town?” Jax asked.

”What makes you think, I used to live in the city?” you asked.

”The way you speak,” Jax said and you smiled.

”Yeah, I’m from the city. I needed a fresh start and I got out of a bad break up so now I’m here. I don't know how to repay you back for helping me” You said.

”You can thank me with beer” Jax said.

”That I have,” You said.

You ordered take-out food. Now you and Jax are eating Chinese food and drinking beer. The conversation was simple, you and Jax talked about the basics and he told you about his motorcycle club but didn't go into details.

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Weeks have gone by you and Jax developed a friendship but Jax starts to question that. When he is alone he starts to think about you and he finally accepted that he has feelings for you.

Jax has been drinking all night and he is very drunk. He left the bar and he can't walk straight now he tries to get on his motorcycle. You see him and you ran to him and he smiled at you.

”Y/N!” Jax yelled.

”Woah, did you bathe in liquor? And you can't drive your motorcycle!” You said.

”I had like one and ten of something. You make me happy now I can take you on my motorcycle...” Jax said.

You walked him to your car and you start to drive home. You had to help walk into your house and it was a hassle to take him to your bedroom. Jax is sitting on your bed and you sit next to him.

”I miss her,” Jax said and he starts to cry.

”Who Tara?” You asked.

He nods and he wipes his tears away.

”Have you spoken to anyone of how you felt?” You asked.

”No. I mostly drink until I can't feel it anymore. The motorcycle club isn't the type to share feelings. I’m not on good terms with my mom... I just shut everyone out” Jax said.

He starts to cry again and you rub his back. He told you more about how he felt about her death and how he has been drinking a lot. You listened to him and tried to comfort him. Eventually, he asleep on your bed.

~The next day~

Jax wakes up because of the smell of food you are cooking in the kitchen. He has a bad hangover and he starts to rub his eyes. He sat up and pushed his hair back and his head is pounding. He walked downstairs towards the kitchen and he made you jump.

”I didn't mean to scare you,” Jax said.

”How are you feeling?” You asked.

”My head is fucking killing me. What happened last night? I remember parts are a blur” Jax said.

He starts to eat the food and you give him a pill for the headache.

”You were about to drive your motorcycle drunk and I had to stop you, and I took you here to my place. You talked about Tara’s death and how you felt” You said.

He avoids your eyes and you wait for him to reply.

”Thank you,” Jax said.

”Anytime,” You said.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

Jax took you a ride on his motorcycle and it's your first time, he can tell. Your grip around his torso tightens and he drives a little faster.

After the ride, he took you to his place. He just smiled at you and he lights up a cigarette.

”first time?” Jax asked.

”Yeah. That was too fast but I kinda liked it” You said

”After a while, you will get used to it” Jax said.

Jax is checking you out and he adjusts his jeans. Jax went to pick up dinner then went to your place.

You don't mind him spending most of his time at your place. He slowly starts to open up even more, about his family and the club.

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Days later, Jax tried to show you how to ride a motorcycle. It did scare you a little bit, you tried to get the hang of it. Jax is really patient and he starts to smile.

”I’m guessing you will never buy a motorcycle,” Jax said.

”No, I won't. I have you and you can give me rides” You said.

You and Jax smiled at each other.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

You are in the kitchen and Jax is kissing you. And you didn't stop him and he didn't stop. He has you against the counter, you moaned while kissing him. He starts to kiss your neck and you will him closer.

”I want you” Jax whispered into your ear.

You and Jax head to the bedroom, he starts to take off your shirt. Then you start to go unbuckle his jeans. He takes off his shirt and you pushed him onto the bed. You touch his chest and he starts to stroke his cock.

You kiss him and you take off your pants. You get down your knees, you opened your mouth and start to suck his cock. He starts to moan, you wrap your hand on his shaft and begin to move your hand up and down while sucking his cock. He starts to moan again and he smiled.

”Fuck yeah. Make my dick hard” Jax moans.

You start to suck on his balls. You start to lick his cock fast every inch of it. You start to suck again and he starts to push your head down and you start to gag. Next, you lie on your side and he lies on the opposite side and he starts to suck on your cock. His hands are on your ass and he starts to suck your cock faster. You start to suck his cock again, he is making cock your hard and you start to moan.

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Jax is on top of you and he is kissing you hard. You moaned and he bites your bottom lip.

”Turn around,” Jax said in a raspy voice.

”You are fucking hot with hot abs,” you said.

When you said that Jax smirked. You turned around and he lowered himself, he bites your ass and you moaned through your teeth. He starts to eat you out and he is holding your ass hard.

”The lube is in the nightstand,” You said.

”Good” He said.

He grabbed the lube from the nightstand, he pours the on his cock. Then he starts to tease you by grinding his cock on your ass.

”Jax, please fuck me. Don’t be a tease” You said.

”Say it louder,” Jax said.

”Fuck me!!” You said really loud.

”Oh, I will” Jax said.

His cock goes inside you slow at first, you start to moan. He wraps his forearm and your neck and he starts to fuck you harder.

You get on your hands and knees, he is holding your hips hard. He starts to move his hips fast and you start to moan loud. He pushes his hair away from his face, his cock feels good. He pulled you closer to him and he starts to kiss your neck and bite.

”I dreamt about this for a long time” You moaned.

”Now we can fuck whenever we want,” Jax said.

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You are on your back, your knees are bent. His balls are hitting you hard and you don't stop moaning loud. You are jerking off and Jax moaned through his teeth. Next, you are holding him. Your hands are on his ass, you squeeze it. You and Jax are breathing hard and sweaty. He starts to kiss your neck and leave many hickeys on your neck and chest.

”Your fucking cock feels amazing! Fuck me!” You moaned.

He smirked. Now, you are starting fuck, Jax. He starts to moan loud and he is tight, you pulled his hair hard.

”Jax” You moaned.

You start to cum inside him and you keep moving your hips. The cum starts to go down your cock, you move your hips faster. You cum once more then you take out your cock, he turns around and you start to cum on his body and his face.

”Suck my dick,” Jax said.

You start to suck his cock, he starts to push your head down. You start to gag, his cock is deep in your mouth and he starts to cum. You start to swallow his cum and he lets out a loud moan.

✧ ✯ ✬ ✧

You and Jax are lying in bed naked.

”Y/N, no one can't know about us,” Jax said.

”Because they won't understand?” You asked.

”Yeah. I will understand if you don't want to be with me” Jax said.

”I really like you a lot. I get it they won't understand and the relationship has to be a secret” You said.

Jax kissed you and he gently touches your cheek.