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She's Not Coming Home [closed to hooliganhavoc]

hooliganhavoc

Thank fuck. They’ve successfully bypassed a real touchy, emotional topic and Knox is obscenely grateful because he doesn’t do that stuff. There’s no time for it and life is not a television series. Life keeps moving, it rolls on, and you either roll on with it and pack up your little bumps and bruises or you get left behind. Colette understands these principles. It’s why they get along so well. There’s an inherent level of recognition between their souls.

Of course, Colette’s smile is complete bullshit but Knox is willing to swallow it down in light of the alternative and he offers her one of his own, a fiercely determined, roguish grin that shows off his baby teeth. He recently lost the lower right canine and he likes to stick his tongue in the gap when he smirks because it feels cool.

"Don’t worry, it’s a compliment," he says as he yanks off his seatbelt and pops open the door. "I don’t go easy on you just ‘cause you’re a chick because I’ve got too much respect for ya. Every time I kick your ass, it’s like a pat on the back."

They are certainly a matched pair in a lot of ways. She sees a lot of potential in Knox, and he truly is the son she never had. The son she may have for a while now, if he wants to be. But right now, he's smiling and showing off his lost tooth and she can't help but chuckle as she opens up the door to the car. "Let's go in and get you some stuff to stay over. I do, however, put my foot down when it comes to that Axe shit. That causes respiratory problems and I won't have that stuff in my house." It's bad enough smelling it on all of the college aged douchebags coming into Diosa giggling like school girls.

Shifting her purse to her shoulder, she looks over at her young protege. "Pats on the back are something I don't get that often. I'll appreciate whatever I get."

#hooliganhavoc

We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

Teasing him just means he’ll make her pay for it in all the pleasant ways later in private. And smile cheekily at her in public. If anyone is allowed to tease him, it’s most definitely her.

When she starts to twist that napkin he’ll reach over and settle his hands over her hands gently. He knows it couldn’t have been easy, both the opening up to him and the growing up like that. He doesn’t pry into her past, lets her talk about it when she feels comfortable with him. “I’m sorry ya had’t so rough, love,” he offers gently. It’s not pity, but sympathy and empathy for having a hard life. She’s come out a strong woman for it, but he wouldn’t want Knox to go through that either. Not in the slightest.

"Sweeth’art, I come ov’r ta be with you. An’ while th’ sexy lingerie an’ strawberries are a treat, the’re jus’ pluses on ma ni’ht." He offers her a soft smile and leans to kiss her gently. "An’ we ca’ keep tha’ in th’ bedroom from now on. Havin’ ‘im livin’ with ya don’ mean we ca’t indulge still when ya or I need. Jus’ means the’e’s s’me workin’ ‘round tha’ we need ta do so e’erythin’ fits." He gets kids change things, and if she was expecting him to walk because of this turn, she’ll be mistaken.

He always handles it delightfully well. She loves that he allows it and doesn't get all 'gruff biker' about it. He's playful with her, and she needs that. She needs someone that she doesn't have to put on a show for. He accepts her for who she is, and not what he 'needs' her to be.

She'd been too young when her mother had let one of her 'gentleman callers' touch her. It'd caused a spiral of acting out while in foster care, and it had made bad situations worse for her. She was glad when she could finally drop the system when she was seventeen and make her own way. When he takes her hands, and offers her that degree of gentleness, there is a part of her, deep down, that has no idea what to do with his kindness except let him show it. She looks at him. "It's made me who I am..." Some might debate if that's a good or bad thing.

Leaning forward to kiss him back, she relaxes. He understands. He accepts. He's willing to work around things. "Filip. Can I tell you something? You don't have to feel the same, or say it. But I want you to know...that...I do love you." This is a big deal for her. She doesn't think she told her ex-husband that she loved him. Ever.

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We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

Hey, he really likes his damn purple sunglasses, thank you very much. They looked good on him, and they cut the glare when he drove. Best of both worlds, really.

His brow creases as he listens to her, hand sliding to rest over hers on the table. “Vanessa jus’ spli’?” He can’t fathom a parent doing that really, because anyone that has a kid should actually be a parent to them. He was never there for his daughter, but it hadn’t been by choice. “Th’ system’s shit fr’m wha’ I’ve h’ard. An’ he’s a smar’ kid, bu’ with tha’ mouth, he won’ do well in’t.” Anyone that got him and didn’t know Knox would think him a nightmare, without taking the time to actually get to know the kid. “Better ta stay with ya, ‘specially if his ma mi’ht come home sometime in th’ dist’nt future.” There’s no judgement, no thinking it stupid or weird, because he knows her. The woman is caring, sweet, and looks out for those she cares about.

She'd love him in any color sunglasses he decides he likes, truthfully. But sometimes she has to give him a hard time. Teasing keeps things interesting in the end.

"I was in foster care for a little bit," she admits slowly. "My mom...was sort of like Vanessa. Gave me a taste of the business before I should have been in it. We've all tried to keep Knox out of the particulars of what goes on at Diosa, but...my mom did it out of our one bedroom apartment. She got picked up, I got shipped off to foster parents, and I wouldn't wish that on any kid. Especially not Knox." She normally doesn't let people know about her past. About what she went through that brought her to where she is now.

She looks down and realizes she's been twisting a napkin into a tight knot. "I love the kid, Filip. And I want you to be a part of my life too. I just...need to be upfront about it. That now...when you come over, there's likely to be homework and hamburger helper, rather than sexy lingerie and chocolate dipped strawberries."

samcrosfuture

Feel You Everywhere | [Closed Starter]

He would have taken the blow for Tara if he’d been there, but everything had gone wrong that day. He never should have let her out of his sight before she made it out safely. But he really hadn’t expected to have anyone attack her, not when he was working on it to start with. The room is feeling heavy and there’s a wince that says he can almost hear Tara as she rages and yells at him. Bits and pieces are coming through, mainly that angry voice.

That picture off the wall as his head turn away from where he thinks Tara is, wincing again at the sgould of it crashing. Though Colette’s words draw him back to her.

A part of him says he should be hurt she’s asking for Chibs, that she’s wanting someone that isn’t him. But all he does is nod a little and slip his arm a little more solidly around her. “Come on…” His gaze glances back over to where he thinks Tara’s standing, wishing he could see her. “Tara… please stop this.” Because there’s no doubt in his mind that it’s her, the voice is too close to hers to be anyone else’s, and he can’t think of anyone else that would be this pissed off at him.

Tara finally slumps when he asks her to stop. When he speaks to her. He knows she’s there. Moving towards him, she reaches out, pulling energy from the three people in the room enough to start to become corporeal. The two adults will be fine—-bloody noses will be the worst, but well, the baby has to die for the ritual anyway.

When she pulls enough to make sure he can see her, she looks tired. Dressed in white—-a woman in white—-her hair cut long again and framing her face much more delicately than usual. ”Jax,” she whispers. ”Talk to Chibs…ask him about Belfast.” She gestures to her cheeks, a slicing upwards motion. ”About what came after his Glasgow Smile.”

#samcrosfuture #scottishride #charmingingenue #au: dark magics

The more Tara pulls, the more Colette loses. Doubled over in pain, she clutches at her belly, nose starting to gush a little more. "Jax, please. Get me to Chibs. Please..." she says before crying out in pain again. Why won't he take her out of there? Why won't someone come in and help her? Where's Chibs...?

That's her last thought as she faints in Jax's arms at the sight of his dead wife standing there, dressed in white and covered in blood.

We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

Usually they did dinners out, so her asking to meet for lunch had him curious as to what could be up. There’s barely a glance at the little cafe she’d asked to meet him at, though that’s mostly because his eyes were on her as he leaned to kiss her cheek gently.

“‘m always happy ta meet ya, love.” He smiles at her, he tucked his sunglasses into his pocket as he settled across from her. “Wha’ abo’t ‘im? He didn’ ge’ inta trouble again did’e?”

She leans into the kiss, grateful for his warmed and familiarity. She loves him. God, she can barely admit it to herself, but there it is. She loves this man settling across from her, even as he tucks away those goddamned purple sunglasses.

"He's in a different kind of trouble," she says, eyes settling on his. "Vanessa left. No note, no money left for him...she just split. And the system will chew him up and spit him out. He's too good of a kid for that to happen. He's...gonna be staying with me now." She knows what he must think; how could she be a good mother for him as well? She runs an escort service. How could she be responsible for a kid? But damn if she doesn't love that brat with her entire heart too.

We Need To Talk [closed to scottishride]

Colette settles in the chair across from Filip and smiles at him. It's lunch at a quiet little place that doesn't look too hard at the fact that he's wearing a cut and she runs an escort service.

"Thanks for meeting me," she says as she sets her purse down on the floor. "There's something we need to talk about. About...Knox..."

She's Not Coming Home [closed to hooliganhavoc]

hooliganhavoc

Thank fuck for small mercies. Knox likes Colette probably more than any person on the planet, barring Stone Cold Steve Austin and David Hasselhoff, both relics who he wishes were more relevant in his generational era. There are things he’d do for her that he wouldn’t even do for himself, but getting in the middle of some weird love thing? Definitely not on the list. That’s just gross. Besides, Knox doesn’t actually believe in romantic love and he knows that his cynicism would just be unfair to Colette. Their not living together will make it easier to keep his skepticism stowed.

He’s about to protest that he doesn’t need stuff to know that she cares about him when she turns around. There’s something frightening about the honest integrity in Colette’s face, the sad determination that hangs in her eyes when she looks at him. Knox’s stomach twists. They both know that they’re stalling, talking around an inevitability that neither one of them really wants to think about because it means accepting some hard, hard truths about the nature of people.

Strong, stubborn eyes flick down. Knox jerks his shoulders in a little gesture that means nothing at all and then sighs and just as quickly drags in another long breath. When he looks up, he’s wearing his usual half-smirk. The glitter to his eyes is dimmed, though, cautious and uncertain.

"I could try to want a Gameboy DS. I could try real hard to want one of those," he drawls. It’s a compromise, a signal of effort on his part, a message to Colette that she’s not gonna be alone in navigating tis strange path that they’re on.

He can not believe in romantic love all he wants. At the end of the day, Colette spent many years not believing in it either. But here she is, finding herself spending more time than not wishing Chibs was around. She's also finding it nearly impossible to allow other men to touch her. She doesn't want to be with anyone else. But she's going to have to ease Knox into all this, and well, settling with Knox is going to be what comes first.

She doesn't want to discuss with him the eventuality that has been staring Knox in the face since he was young, that has finally come to fruition. His mother...well, even if she does come back---six months, two years, whenever---it won't be the same. And Knox won't be the same. She wants to help him avoid being processed through the system. To keep him out of the hands of people that don't care, and that take him in for the money than for the love of him. Colette loves him.

Nodding slightly, she gives him her bravest smile. "I think we can figure something out," she says. "Maybe I'll get one too, and you can show me how you'll routinely kick my ass."

#hooliganhavoc

samcrosfuture

Feel You Everywhere | [Closed Starter]

His mouth forms the words ‘Belfast’ and ‘came back’, it’s enough to make his mind wonder about Chibs some. Only some though. The bits that he caught, in a voice that he shouldn’t be able to hear, it’s got his attention, head canted just slightly in the direction Tara stood when she said them. And then he’s blinking as Colette’s words sink in and his eyes widen as he looks at the blonde. He hasn’t been aware of the coffee and meeting with Chibs, but he’s lucky to know what is currently going on with himself, with his children. “Pregnant…?”

His head whips to the side as the lamp jumps mysteriously off her desk, and then turns her away from those windows as the curtains come down, like he can protect her from whatever unseen force is in the room with them. “I think… stunned is… more the word.” He doesn’t know how he can do a fifth child, he’s barely managing his four now. He hadn’t known that she could still have kids. And most importantly, he can see a punch to his face from Chibs for this. But he’s not mad. Brain dead from the news is definitely more accurate. His hand slides over his face as he tries to wrap his head around this. “Pregnant. God. I…” He’s not sure what to say, what she’d want him to say. He’s aware enough to know that the two of them aren’t really a couple, that they really didn’t have a future because his heart was hollow, too Tara’s still and she belonged to someone else.

Rage and hurt. RAGE. Tara doesn’t know what to do. There’s not enough things in the entire world to tear apart. She screams, shoving the rest of the papers and personal mementos of that whore of his, right onto the floor. He’s curled around her, protecting her. Why didn’t he protect ME?! Why didn’t HE SAVE ME!!!

"Jax! You let me die! You let your mother take care of those boys after she killed me!And had that stupid, suicidal idiot cover it up! And you believed it! And slept with this slut!” She can’t even help it. That rage she’s been holding back, that’s held her on a razor’s edge since she died is pouring out of her like tar, sticky and coating everything around her.

Ripping a tacky print off the wall, she flings it across the room. ”Save me, or so help me God, I’ll kill her.”

#samcrosfuture #scottishride #charmingingenue #au: dark magics

There's something in there with them. Could Tara really be there? Tortured with this latest betrayal? No. That had to be her mind playing tricks. Emotional. Maybe it's the wind.

No.

Wind doesn't throw pictures off the wall.

Colette cries out, blood running down from her nose, and clings to Jax. "Get...me out...of here," she says, voice slurred as she gets dizzy. "Take me...to Filip?" If she were more with it, she'd never ask for Chibs to Jax. But there it is.

soastarlet

Mary wants to know where Chib’s leash attaches to since he doesn’t wear a collar.

#soastarlet #scottishride #nsfw #you asked

It attaches to the cock ring he doesn't need but does make for pretty jewelry around that dick.

tommy-flanagan

#the scotsman #scottishride #unf

samcrosfuture

Feel You Everywhere | [Closed Starter]

He loves his children dearly, they’re what’s left of his heart, what he has left of Tara. And yet every time he looks at them, it breaks his heart all over again, because he sees her in them. And Abel asking when Mommy is coming home is killing him, because he wishes more than anything that he could say real soon. Truthfully, he’d be grateful for Tara to walk through that door and slap him the way she had before, because it would mean that she’s still here.

Eyes slip along Colette and his brow creases at how she looks, though he follows wordlessly into her room. Turning once the door is shut, he watches her and moves over to her. He’s not sure he’s ever seen her look anything but her best, even on the afternoons when she didn’t do much but relax. Never this distressed. And it has him worried as he reaches out to cup her cheek. “Wh-“

His breath catches, head tilting and his eyes closing because he swears that he had heard her. Her name catches in his throat though, because he’s with Colette and that just can’t be right that he’s heard Tara, even as he shares that chill down his spine.

Snapping out of it, he lets his eyes open and pulls Colette to the couch in her room, trying to get her to settle on it so she can talk to him, tell him what’s wrong. “What is it?”

Tara blinks. She almost got to him. Almost got through. And that gives her so much hope. She beams at him, ignoring the blond caught up in his touch. Moving to his side, she leans up. ”Call Chibs. Ask him about what happened in Belfast. How he came back,” she whispers in his ear, hoping that he can hear her enough to get the message. Hoping that he’ll find the solution. Because Chibs has the key to everything. The key to her coming home.

Moving around the room, she takes a look at the things on Colette’s desk, trying to discover the cause of what’s got her in such a state while her husband comforts her, even though he doesn’t know how to comfort himself.

#samcrosfuture #scottishride #charmingingenue #au: dark magics

She notices the distraction, but in the state she's in, she doesn't let it register. She bypasses it. She leans into his fingers, her eyes welling a little bit. "I'm sorry, Jax. I...I didn't think it'd happen, but...I'm pregnant." There. She's said it. She's told him what her bad news is. What will screw up her budding relationship with his VP (whom she's been having coffee with three mornings every week), and even with him. Who would want her to be pregnant?

The crash of her lamp off her desk makes her jump slightly. But it's when the windows open and tear the curtains down that she has to say she's afraid. "I...Jax? Please...don't be mad."

She's Not Coming Home [closed to hooliganhavoc]

hooliganhavoc

Knox’s attention, so devoutly afforded out the window, snaps back into focus with a violent start. It’s sad, really. It should be the relief of hearing that his mother will have a job to come back to that makes him keenly alert (because in all honesty, Knox does care about that; Vanessa’s less like a mother and more like a cool buddy that he looks out for, and though he wouldn’t go so far as to say he loves her there’s an attachment there; Knox wants her to succeed, and not just because her wellbeing directly correlates to his.) Instead, it’s the fleeting mention of a stranger he’s met once or twice.

"Are you livin’ with him?” Knox demands, aghast that she hasn’t had the decency to share this with him. Whatever, privacy and all that bullshit, blah blah blah. They’re still business partners. They share an office, for chrissake. A little sharing is an unspoken part of the arrangement. Knox thought that was clear.

His eyes narrow in appraisal and then he huffs, jerks his tiny shoulders in an aggressive shrug, and stops trying to bore through her reflection in the rearview mirror. “I have a toothbrush. A normal toothbrush. S’in my bag. But we can get Pop Tarts. Oh, and probably some Pepto Bismal because if you and Chibs are gonna, like, be hanging out when m’around, I’ll probably puke my guts up.”

#hooliganhavoc #i love him #so much

She sighs softly and looks at him through the rear view mirror. "No, I'm not," she answers. "He stays over a lot. But we don't live together." Yet, at any rate. He's been hinting about house shopping somewhere about half-distance for them both. But that hasn't happened yet, and well, now she's going to have to deal with the tiny hall-monitor in her life. "We're seeing each other. You knew that. But he's got stuff at the house. And he probably will be over some. And if you give him too much shit, I'm going to be mad."

Pulling off the main drag into the Target parking lot, she parks the car. "Knox, I know this situation isn't what you want it to be. And I know that whatever you and Vanessa had at home isn't like what it's going to be at my house. But...kid, I love you, and I don't want you to...hate it while you're staying with me. I want you to have what you need. And to have some of the shit you don't need but want..." She wants him to let her spoil him a bit. Let her take care. And she knows that's asking a lot from him to let his guard down that much...but from the look on her face as she turns to look at him in the back seat, it's easy to see that's what she needs.

Seriously, if we don't have something going and you want a thread now is the time to enter plot mode with me.

#out of escorts

She’s good at not letting it affect her present and her future is what it comes down to, and not showing her past to the people around her. She’s good at it, even if it’s extremely hard for her to do so, to not let it affect her in public. And Chibs is there, willing to be that shoulder she leans on when she needs someone or wants someone. He’s well aware of her business, of the occasional dalliances that she gives the cop, but he’s never judged her and never said anything about it. The only one he wouldn’t stand was Jax, and Tara made sure to end that and end it hard. She’s shared some of her past slowly, and he’s offered his. It’s a shared share, and one he really loves and feels happy with.

And he’s glad that he’s moved past all those walls of hers, under the edges and slipped in to know the her without the walls and strength. The woman underneath. He’s a man that can give her that normalcy, and sense of family. And he says never get him wrong, he loves her body. Very much. But he’s falling for her for her, the woman that he loves to see smile and laugh, that he wants happy. He has a feeling she already has his heart, if he were to look close at everything.

He moves in after her, closing and locking the door behind him gently. Turning, his hands settle on her waist and he draws her back against him a little, just hugging her and content to hold her to him. “H’w was yer day, a ghrá?” His tone says he’s glad he’s here with her too, happy to be here. He’s been spending more nights here than at his place. And it’s already had him thinking of combining households. He doesn’t like spending nights alone anymore.

It's very slow, what they're finding together. It's fragile and easily broken, which leads to Colette wanting to tend to it, and guards it like a dragon hordes his gold. She doesn't have any interest at all in sharing him or sharing information about her relationship. He's hers. End of story. And his ultimatum about Jax was one he didn't even have to make. Sleeping with Jax was obligatory, not something she did because it was important to her on a personal level.

They're good for each other. It's good for Chibs to let someone under his skin for a change as well. She knows it hasn't happened, truly, since Belfast, and she's glad that she can be the woman that he can use that tenderness on. That he can love.

"Made better by you being here," she murmurs softly, resting against the warmth of his body. "How about yourself?" She takes hold of his hand to toy with his fingers, studying them. She imagines that the story of his day is there on his hands, even if she does also know his dirtier work is done with gloves on.