i can't do that. this is all i got left.

INDIE, EXTREMELY SELECTIVE ｗａｙｎｅ ✫ ｕｎｓｅｒ CHIEF OF CHARMING PD, TERMINAL BLADDER CANCER tracking: wyaneunser mun is 18+ and tags nsfw written by angela ( READ RULES ) ❝ This life... It ain't romantic or free. There's no path to anything that makes any sense. It's just dirty and sad and we both know it's only gonna get worse. ❞

[hayatahatiira]

[walking-sons-of-the-dead-anarchy]

[rockylovesemily1724]

It breaks my heart that you had to become something so wrong to do what you thought was right.

Wayne Unser ///Sons of Anarchy 6 ep 8

[wnq-writers]

And with my heart in her hand, she left.

insidemacksmind (via wnq-writers)

@tellerxmorrow

[wyaneunser-blog]

PSA ;; I’m breathing the smallest breath of life back into this blog. So thank you to everyone who hung around. I will not be opening up my threads to everyone, however. For the time being I will only be writing with @tellerxmorrow but if any of you still want to write with me, go check out my Annalise Keating (beingannalise) or Abby Griffin (abiqailqriffin)

[wyaneunser-blog]

PSA;; as of a couple of weeks ago, i’ve taken an official unofficial hiatus. I’ve done this for a variety of reasons, ranging from a repetitive type of thread which left me bored (this was a large factor) to finding other muses. 

This is not to say I won’t come back here at some point. I just need a break.

For now, I’m active on my HTGAWM blog at beingannalise or on my personal blog mjatwalsh. follow and interact with me on those XD apologies to everyone i’ve left hanging, but i’ll be back eventually. but for now, this is what it will be.

[cockythe666th]

the rising sun…

[beingannalise-blog]

Always bringing me problems, never solutions.

•  Indie and semi-selective

•  Multi-para to novella writer

•  5+ years of roleplaying experience

•  Countless years writing experience

•  Mun and Muse are 18+ and nsfw

•  Fluent in HTGAWM

[girl-on-the-streets-blog]

She breathed out a small sigh of relief when she saw that the gun was lowered. She watched him go, and she moved to run a hand through her hair, not realizing that it was shaking until then. She had almost watched a man die and she knew that if that happened then she would have been killed as well. And who would watch Conner? He would be left to the state with nowhere to turn, who knows what would happen to him. And the thought always chilled her that if something were to happen to her, he wouldn’t reach out for help from someone until a couple of days later.

She saw the man turn to look at her and she stared at him. She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t know who she was. She almost made sure of that. She didn’t want people to know her so easily around Charming. Not to mention that what she did sometimes was against the law, so she didn’t want to be easily known to the police. Well, that and Conner.

She saw him lean against the wall, but she didn’t do anything. She made no gesture to go towards him. She had her hands in her sweater pockets as she looked at him. She didn’t know about making friends with the police.

Charla told him, admittedly, “don’t be too excited to thank me…I didn’t exactly do it for you.”

She heard the sound of sirens getting closer. She looked back at the police officer and shrugged, “it’s not a bad thing to not know everyone. And I only know you because of your badge. You stand out a little.”

[wyaneunser-blog]

“No matter who you did it for...” he began, surveying her clothing and appearance as he spoke, his tone serious, weighing with the unspoken consequences of what could have happened. “I owe you. Thank you.” She wasn’t exactly the cleanest person and her clothing wasn’t that of someone who got a lot of shopping done. He assumed homeless, although he had thought he knew most of them as well, he made an effort to try and recognize every face that he could encounter in the city. 

Wayne also noted the sirens that grew louder and louder, he was going to have to attend to them, explain the situation, who they were looking for and what had happened. “I don’t know, I mean, it’s sort of my job to know everyone. Although I didn’t recognize the man either.” he motioned at where the gun-wielding robber had stood, “You did though...”

He glanced down at his own badge as though he had forgotten he was wearing it. Wayne was supposed to have retired and moved on from this goddamn job, that had been the plan, at least until Hale’s death when there was no one to succeed and take Wayne’s spot. “Well, I’m Wayne. Unser.” He muttered, stepping forward to close the space between them and offer the girl his hand.

The sirens stopped, they had arrived at the store. 

“Listen, I’m going to need you to come answer some questions. Then you’ve got to let me repay you somehow. I’ll buy you dinner?”

[gemmatellxr]

   Wayne knowing the truth hadn’t helped anything. After so many night of being alone, the weed and booze came easy. It started with a drink here or there. She smoked pretty regularly, but almost socially. Now she smoked as regularly as junkie would. 

She was sure everyone knew what she was up to. It wasn’t as if she was hiding anything. Gemma noted the look on Wayne’s face when her whiskey breath hit his nose. He knew. He had to. Clay was on the outs of the club, bad blood. Gemma had recently wrecked her Cadi into a tree…wouldn’t have been such a horribly thing had her grandsons not been in the car…and weed not in her system. So with that, she was on the outs too, very bad blood. Tara pushed her away, again, but this time with Jax on her side. She could have flee’d to Diosa, but Nero had enough shit on his plate at the time as well. So she went to a bar, some place on the outskirts of town. 

“Woah, I think that’s enough…” The bartender cautiously pulled four shot glasses and three empty bottles from in front of her. “You, uh, might wanna’ call someone to come get you.”  She slouched over, leaning on the bar, her hand resting right above her brow. She had no one…

“Wayne?” she slurred down the line, holding on to the pay phone for balance.

[wyaneunser-blog]

It was the middle of the week, which didn’t actually mean much for Wayne, it’s not like it actually mattered whether it was a Saturday or a Tuesday, it was all the same at this point, he wasn’t working, he didn’t have a spouse who was working, it was one perpetual stream of loneliness where one day blurred into the next. 

He had moved his makeshift home out onto a piece of land he owned, which had previously been used almost exclusively to hunt on, he gave Della the house, told her to do with it what she wanted. He didn’t need it. And while the wooded area was peaceful, there were no neighbors, few visitors and he found that his loneliness only expanded. 

Wayne was sprawled out on the old couch that was tucked against the wall of the trailer, he took the last warm swig from a bottle of beer and dropped it onto the floor beside the one he had already finished. There was some show droning on in the background he wasn’t particularly paying attention, he had zoned out some time ago and was blankly staring at the opposing wall. 

There was a lot on his mind, between Clay and Gem and those kids. Even if he wasn’t particularly fond of the nickname ‘Uncle Touchy’ he cared about those boys a great deal, he wanted to see them grow to be someone, be something important and while he knew he wouldn’t really be around to see any of that, he hoped that he could at least make some sort of a difference.

Wayne was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice that someone was calling until the third ring, when he fished it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen of the phone. Gemma. He sighed quietly and flipped it open, “Hello?” when the slurred voice came down the line, Wayne sat upright, swinging his legs off the couch and filling an expression with concern. “Gemma? Where are you? Are you okay?”

[aislingx-deactivated20160717]

Toil & Till.

[aislingx-deactivated20160717]

“Good luck.” She had actually meant it, this guy probably had a group and may have been on his way out of town if he was smart enough. Hopefully Beth wouldn’t come across him anytime soon and have to put him down herself. She leans in the window of the passengers seat where she sat.

Beth was aware that Charming was safe, but for her it wasn’t anymore…she had been unlucky ever since she arrived here, the people at her high school questioned her about her relationship to the Sons of Anarchy but she tried her best to avoid everyone there, everyday she constantly glanced over her shoulder when she thought someone was following her; which was the reason she carried a knife with her everywhere she went. 

She places the card in her back pocket and gives him a small nod, “Got it.” she says as she backs away from the car, “See ‘ya around.” she calls out and makes her way over to the small house that belonged to Jax. She pulls out her keys and goes inside.

It had been dark inside so Beth turns on the living room light, giving her some guidance into the kitchen where she made her way over to the fridge and pulled out a beer; she had been underage but it didn’t stop the guys from the MC offering her beer. “Where are you when I need ‘ya Jax..” she mutters and turns around to see someone jump out at her, suddenly causing her to fall to the ground and smack her head on the tiled floor, “Ohh…” she says holding her head and sees the man on top of her pull out a gun, “No!” she screams. 

[wyaneunser-blog]

Wayne was busy blowing small columns of smoke out through the crack of the open window, smoking always took some of the edge off, made the day a bit more bearable when it weighed in on him afterwards. And it wasn’t like it was a big deal that he smoked. He held the joint in his left hand, his right perched on his kneecap. He didn’t bother turning any music on, and there was little chatter over the radio, the road was dark and only the occasional set of headlights whizzed past. 

He thought about the little blonde girl from the alleyway, about what would have happened had he not been there, the disaster and bloodshed that would have brought down on Charming. He sighed and glanced towards the seat beside him when he saw the glint of something on the floor. Lowering the blunt from his mouth, Wayne flicked the overhead light on and peered over onto the floor where he could see a cell phone, the girl’s. She must have dropped it while trying to get out of the car. “Damnit.” he muttered, reaching over to grab it. 

Wayne took one last drag off the joint before flicking it out the window and shifting into drive.

He pulled into the driveway barely a minute later, killing the engine and swinging his feet out of the squad car. He saw the lights inside, but then it was followed by a shrill, “NO!” That echoed towards him, Wayne broke into a run, pulling his gun from the holster and holding it at his side as he hurried towards the house. He broke through the door “Beth!” he called and turned into the kitchen. 

What he saw made Wayne’s breath catch in his throat, Beth on the floor, still alive and conscious, but injured. And a man standing over her, his gun now pointed at Wayne. “Not today, old man.” he hissed.

[wyaneunser-blog]

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In one instant, her hand hit his face and Wayne’s eyes snapped open, the words, “-the fuck?” already forming on his lips before he was really even awake. He rolled back away from the person a bit, propping himself up on his elbow and blinking sleep away from his eyes as he tried to comprehend the situation. When the world came into view and he saw the girl before him, Wayne chuckled, dropping back into the pillow and rubbing his eyes, then the bridge of his nose. “There are nicer ways of doing that.” he grumbled.

He groaned in feigned annoyance and glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it wasn’t even eight yet. “Jesus.” He huffed, rolling his eyes to look at her, “You know, I’m allowed to sleep in. I’ve got cancer.” Wayne pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned against the wall. Trailers weren’t exactly roomy, or comfortable for that manner. It got cold and especially lonely. So he didn’t sleep a whole lot, and he cherished what little he could get.

“It’s not against the law. I think I would know.” he concluded, tugging up on the collar of his tee shirt to straighten it before finally taking a deep breath and looking at the girl, “What are you doing here so early anyway?”

[just-nikkii-deactivated20200605]

She gave Wayne a small nod.

“Okay, this is comforting. But they won’t be able to protect me from him on the outside. I live alone. He knows where I work, and that means he probably knows where I live. If he finds out I’m filing a restraining order against him, he could kill me…” she ran a hand through her long, brown hair and looked down at her shoes.

“He tried to kill me once before. There’s nothing stopping him from trying again…” Nikki stood up and looked around the interior. She walked around, not able to sit in one place. Thinking about this made her nauseous. It’s been over six months since Sean has broken into her home and almost cut her to pieces. She managed to cut his face pretty bad and escape with her life. After it happened she stayed at a hotel just outside the city. Nikki pulled out a map of the United States and grabbed a pen. She closed her eyes and pointed to a random area. That area was Charming. And that’s were she went.

“I-I know I’m a lot to deal with, Wayne… I just didn’t know who I could’ve turned to for help.”

[wyaneunser-blog]

“He doesn’t necessarily know where you live...” Wayne responded quickly, and while employers couldn’t give out that information, it’s not like Charming was very big, it wouldn’t be hard to find someone you were looking for, and besides, every outsider stuck out like a sore thumb. It wouldn’t be hard for him to get to her, not if he was determined. 

Wayne’s brown eyes followed the girl’s every movement, from sitting to standing, walking, surveying the trailer. Wayne wasn’t particularly self-conscious or embarrassed of his living situation, you had to care to be embarrassed, and honestly, there wasn’t a whole lot that he actually gave a damn about anymore. “Hey, Nikki, he’s not going to hurt you, and certainly not kill you. Why don’t you go home, gather your things, I’ll get ready and come pick you up and we’ll go down to the courthouse, okay?” 

The older man planted his palms on his knees and hoisted himself into a standing position, his back and joints ached and he wrinkled his nose at the change in posture, but made his way over to the girl nonetheless. He reached out, giving her hand a small squeeze and offering a reassuring smile.

[girl-on-the-streets-blog]

Charla was on her way home from a client’s house when she heard the commotion. She knew that she should have just walked away. That was what would have been the smart thing to do, but she knew that if cops came walking around here, they might stumble on Charla and Conner, and she knew the biggest possibility of where that would lead her. And she wouldn’t let them take Conner away from her.

She already figured who it was. Rodriguez was always the one to act out first, too trigger happy. She had met the street gang a while ago, and the setting was hard. Charla had started to save up when she was on their territory after they expanded, and most of that money didn’t go towards a little apartment or rental, it went towards paying them off, among other things until Charla and her son moved to the other side of Charming, where the MC was. But considering they didn’t control the streets, she thought it was a better place even though once and a while the street gang would come up and to avoid getting hurt, she would have to throw in a deal. But in the end, she didn’t get shot and they didn’t claim her, so she took the get off easy card.

But she knew that what was going to happen would send a spiral. So, she moved out from behind the large trash bin she was hiding behind, her hands in her sweater pockets as she told him, “you do that, you’re gonna get the gang in shit, Rodriguez. Better to let him go.”

The man looked at her, eyes now glaring. She continued calmly, “you do this, the Sons will know you were here. He’s close with them, has a gas station near their garage. Think they won’t bring back something, you killing their friend and it being on their territory? And cops will bring it to you, I bet you there is a swarm already coming. And it’ll be better if the cops take you and bring you down then the Sons, I’m sure. But either way this won’t end well for you.” She looked at the older man, only knowing him from around the town, picking up things that she heard, although she had never been to the gas station or the garage. She always made sure the avoid the Sons as much as possible in case backlash landed on her.

Charla knew there was a chance that he would shoot both of them, but she was hoping that he would see her side. She told him, “no matter what happens, if you let him die then you and the club are going to go down south fast.”

The gang member stared, thinking quietly before he hissed to the cop, glaring at Charla before his eyes turned to the back of Wayne’s head, “you’re lucky this bitch was here.” Charla let out a small sigh, not making it too noticeable, hoping that this would not end in blood.

[wyaneunser-blog]

Wayne squeezed his eyes shut, waiting, the endless silence stretching out before him in the dark alleyway. One loud pop of the gun and his brains would hit the brick. He’d hit the ground and that would be that. The town’s Chief of Police would be dead and while Wayne knew he was dying before this, he realized just then, exactly how unready he was. 

Then a female voice broke the silence.

Wayne didn’t recognize it and he fought the urge to turn and look, the cold metal of the gun still pressed up against him. She made a good point, that killing him would bring nothing good, and while Wayne doubted that the club would actually seek revenge, it was a nice sentiment. 

The whole thing hung in the balance for a few moments, her proposition laying heavily in the air and the man holding the gun contemplated his options. Wayne pulled his lower lip between his teeth, biting down on it and hoping for the best. He knew it could still go either way, that they could walk, or the other officers would arrive at a bloody scene with two bodies. 

A male voice hissed in his ear, that of Rodriguez, and Wayne breathed a shaking breath, “Don’t move until I’m gone. Or I kill the girl.” he breathed, loud enough that only Wayne could hear, the cop nodded, swallowing past the lump in his throat, the idea of her soul weighing on him after she had saved his life was enough to convince Wayne not to move. The man removed the barrel from Wayne’s back, moving away, hissing something about how he didn’t want to see the girl around here anymore before his footsteps died out.

Wayne’s shoulders slowly relaxed, his hands shaking. He turned slowly on the spot to face the source of the female voice. He didn’t recognize her, although she looked somewhat familiar. “Thank you.” he breathed, the unsteadiness in his voice betraying him. Wayne leaned against the brick wall, supporting himself as he crossed over to pick up his gun and shove it back in the holster. 

“I- I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are. But you certainly seem to know who I am. I thought I knew everyone in Charming.”

[wyaneunser-blog]

[ if you don’t get a response today and think I owe you one, please shoot me a message, i’ve finished everything that’s in my drafts, while it’s entirely possible I may have missed something. thanks XD ]

[helldivers-blog]

[wyaneunser-blog]

21, 33, 69

21. What are your plans for this weekend?

Wayne nearly scoffed at the question before swallowing the noise and recomposing himself, “I’ll be doing what I do every weekend.” he glanced at the bottle clutched in his left hand, “Smoking and drinking what’s left of my life away.” He raised the bottle to examine it before moving it to his lips, “Cheers.” he muttered half-heartedly and taking an elongated drink.

33. Do you have trust issues?

“Ha! Hell yes!” Wayne realized then that he had probably answered that too quickly. He took a deep breath, “Yeah, I do. After all the shit that the club has brought, after every broken promise, one after another, y’know, then there’s the whole, ‘Til death do us part’ thing, that was a load of crap. I mean, I think I give people the benefit of the doubt, but on the whole, yeah, I don’t usually take things for face value.”

69. Do you believe in soul mates?

“Was the idea that this would get progressively sadder? Jesus.” Wayne weaves his fingers together and chews on his lower lip, contemplating the question. Did he really believe in them? Why, when everyone had left him and here he was making conversation with a twenty-something. “Sure, why not? Yeah, I believe in them, I just don’t think I have one, or at least, I never found them.”

[walking-sons-of-the-dead-anarchy]