𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙸𝚅𝙰𝙻

Location: Skateland When: Friday Night; Just after 6 PM Open Starter

Maggie had decided to take Friday off from Twitch streaming and do something for herself. She absolutely loved roller skating, from the moment she had learned how when she was 11 years old to now, at the age of 35. She’d gotten pretty good over the years and it was also a fun form of exercise and a way to relax. Sometimes, going to the skate rink with her Moxie skates in hand was the perfect medicine for a long week of work. It was a chance to have a little fun and meet new people. Of course, she had her phone out, taking little videos for her Instagram every once in a while but for the most part it stayed in her pocket as she skated, people watched, and let her hips move to the music.

It was now that part of the evening where they had the couples skate so she promptly moved off the floor and went to grab some water to hydrate. She went back to lean over the barrier to watch everyone, sipping her water and rolling her eyes. “The whole ‘couples skate’ segment is so over done. Not everyone is with somebody. Its also kind of lame,” she smirked, the words falling from her lips, thinking out loud. She looked to the person nearest to her. “Don’t you think?”

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Ava was almost a pro at roller skating at her grown age. A Winehouse tradition, in fact. Her and her father, Jay, had gone every Friday after school to Skateland. It ended once Jay chose alcohol and drugs over fatherhood. She would never take away his efforts of being a single father for her as she grew up, though. He was her rock and she was a daddy’s girl but she couldn’t fight for that position anymore. Jay let his demons take over and ever since, Ava’s life had never been the same. She had to fend for herself.

Ironically, skating was still her favorite therapy when it came to letting go of her thoughts. Her aunt had invited her but had to check out early since her husband had gotten home for dinner. Unlike Ava, she didn’t have anyone to go home to and feed– yet. As she skated off the floor when the mentioned the couples skate, she glided towards the water station. Looking back towards the couples as the brunette spoke, she nodded as she huffed. “Yeah, some of us are single ladies over here,” she said bringing the cup to her lips. “It’s lame. But I’m just saying that because I’m a lonely hag.” 

☥ 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Axel’s apartment

They had spent the entire afternoon taking advantage of the time they had missed out already. A year and three months to be exact. When he invited her over to put their twins to bed, there was no way she could say no. The brunette helped bring them inside, carrying Asher against her as Axel guided her to their nursery. Giving them good night lullabies and kisses, she couldn’t believe it really was all happening. She had dreamed so many times of this moment and it felt like her dream had come true. Following him through his household, she lingered. “Thanks for... coming around,” she said to him. The beginning was rough but they seemed to be making progress. “You’ve always understood me.”

She stared at the business card against the refrigerator every day for the past week. While everything seemed to be afloat right now, it really wasn’t. Just a few years ago, Ava was convinced she would have a cookie-cutter life. The most cookie-cutter it could get being affiliated to the Primordial MC, an alcoholic drug addict father, and her depression and anxiety she battled since she was in high school. She never got a chance for greatness considering her own mother gave up her rights before she was even born. Her life was unique but standing strong at 31, she needed to take control back. 

A year after being admitted in a rehabilitation addiction treatment center, she was proudly sober. While many didn’t think a year was anything, it was a lot for her. She had fallen to the hand of drugs starting at the young age of 25. She remembered the first time she did anything. She remembered knowing it would end badly. She remembered how much she wished she could find other ways to cope. She still did. Finishing her cup of coffee, it was a haze getting to the location. Mostly because she was in denial she needed help but she did. Her mental health was deteriorating despite her reconnection with her children. Truthfully, Ava didn’t know herself completely sober and she felt lost being on her own.

Stepping into the building without an appointment, she was curious to see the environment. She liked being comfortable and scoping out the place would help her anxiety. As she grabbed a brochure off the acrylic shelf on the wall, she turned around to exit when she ran into the tall figure– again. “Oh, Jacques, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” 

Location: Outside of The Dive 

“Okay so…what exactly does it mean when someone texts you a lot of eggplant emojis? Are they asking for you to cook? I mean I can make pretty good eggplant, especially eggplant parm. But there’s also water droplet emojis? God this makes..zero sense to me.” Logan took a deep breath before bringing the joint he was smoking back to his lips, a habit he had picked up almost a year ago, finding it helped to calm the thousands of thoughts that seem to fire off in his head the moment he woke up. He glanced at whoever was nearby and held up his phone. “Do you have any idea how to respond to this?”

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Ava felt her body crumbling within itself while she was driving. Of course, she had done too much overthinking and it lead her to a full fledged panic attack. Swerving into the parking lot of the notorious club, she stopped her car and exited, taking deep breaths as she tried to keep calm. She took a few steps, shaking off her thoughts when she ran into the stranger. “Huh?” She said, her voice trembling as she listened to him. His words were making her forget her worries, thankfully, and she shook her head in confusion. “I think that means they want to jump your bones, dude,” she said, observing the emojis. “I– um– well, do you want to kick boots with them?” Her heart pacing itself, the chills and cold sweat beginning to simmer. 

I'm only human, can't you see? I made, I made a mistake Please just look me in my face Tell me everything's okay

'Cause I got it Ooh, he’ll never be like you

How do I make you wanna stay? Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste Now I'm fucked up and I miss you Never be like you Stop looking at me with those eyes Like I could disappear and you wouldn't care why Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you He’ll never be like you

I'm only human, can't you see? I made, I made a mistake Please just look me in my face Tell me everything's okay 'Cause I got it Ooh, never be like you

I'm only human, can't you see? I made, I made a mistake Please just look me in my face Tell me everything's okay

'Cause I got it Ooh, he’ll never be like you 

I'm falling on my knees Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool I'm begging, darling, please Absolve me of my sins, won't you?

Oh, I'm falling on my knees Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool Ooh, I'm begging, darling, please Absolve me of my sins, won't you?

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃       𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     :      𝐀.       𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓    𝐀.    𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄  -  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

He watches as the toddlers interact with one another and he taps alexi’s hand ❝ you have to be nice to your brother , what have I told you .  ❞ he says to the toddler and looks at the brunette beside him . He shakes his head as he looked at her ❝ no , don’t even worry about it . they know that she is there aunt . bri-bri because he can’t say aubrey. It’s pretty darn cute if you ask me .  ❞ he says as he smiles and watches as she plays with their kids . ❝ I have been witness of that winehouse power .  ❞  he says as he held Alexis stand up , pulling down her skirt . ❝  yeah actually rowan told me about this park , it’s really calm and no one ever really comes here but I like it .  ❞ he confesses and he turns to give her a look , it’s endearing . he doesn’t know what it is exactly but he cups his hand over hers ❝  I’m really proud of you , I know at the start of all this , I wasn’t exactly supportive but I see it now . ❞  he tells her with a small smile on his brims  ❝  I believe in you .  ❞ 

♡  .  ❛     𝐀.     𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖     &.       𝐀.      𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄   -     𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖    ❜  .  ♡

she hears ava and covers alexis ears as she furrows her brows and looks at the brunette ❝ you know , if you’re going to be spending some alone time with the twins , i would say that cursing should be something you should watch out for yeah ? ❞ she says as she looks at the brunette and sits down on the nearest chair and sits the baby on the table . ❝ dead horse , funny . ❞ she muses towards the baby and once she hears her inquiry about her father ❝ nope he didn’t did he ? ❞ she says to the baby still panting with her and placing alexis on the floor letting her walk around the kitchen . turning around he turns to look at her ❝ we got into it and I told axel if he was coming I wouldn’t , guess daddy dearest knew better for once in his life . ❞

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Ava’s face was unamused as she listened to Aubrey. From the beginning of her and Axel’s relationship, she had gotten the honor of having to witness the dramatics and childish ways of the redhead. While she would never admit her displeasure for her now, but she also wouldn’t amuse or entertain her. It was about Asher, Alexis and Axel for Ava now. “Well, that’s a shame,” she said to her, looking down at Asher wrapping himself around her legs. “Hi baby,” she said to him with a smile, picking him up and bouncing him on her hip. Ava was grateful for her father-in-law, despite Aubrey’s rage towards him. But in the past couple years, he had proved himself to be more of a father figure towards her than her own father. “I made gumbo, jambalaya and bread pudding. Want to help me set the table?” She asked her. 

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆    :       𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 - 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄     ,        𝐀𝐕𝐀.

he saw the drop of her features and he nodded his head as he looked at her ❝ don’t worry about it , honestly . ❞ he muses towards her , the brims on his lips faded for a second ❝ I’m dealing with it , in my terms I suppose . ❞ he tells her and then her inquiry causes a flatline of his brims . ❝ honestly ? yes . ❞ he wasn’t one to lie and he didn’t see the need to do so ❝ but I’m glad that she did . you know it’s been a while since I could sit with another woman and speak about my likes and dislikes , I haven’t spoken about sage to another woman . I guess I just felt like I was betraying her . ❞ he adds on and sees them bringing the drinks , he pours himself a glass and hers again a paper from her arnold palmer ❝ so to say the least , I’m hoping that my response didn’t sway you to think bad of me . ❞

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Ava smiled up at the waitress dropping their drinks off, taking a sip as soon as it was placed in front of her. She was so thirsty… and hungry. Listening to him, she felt a little better as he explained himself. She knew men weren’t the best to expect anything from but she definitely didn’t want to be here if he didn’t want to be here. Hearing him explain about his wife, she looked down at her hands, her thumbs fumbling. Some days, she wished she was still married but everything happened for a reason. “I’m sure. I have no idea what it’s like but… I bet it's hard,” she said to him. “My husband divorced me after I overdosed and had an early birth,” she said to him. It was something she had come to terms with and it seemed like they were letting down their walls. “Betrayal is something I know well,” she told the dirty blond next to her, a small shake of her head. She didn’t get much of a choice but to sign the divorce papers. How would she fight for her marriage from rehab? She couldn’t. She wouldn’t do that to him, either. He deserved better than what she gave him. “Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t crawling out of your skin bein’ next to me,” she admitted to him. “Hey, this is my first time doing this, too.”

☾

The ghost from Christmas past stood before her. Anyone involved in the club knew Ava and her family’s connections; loyalty, something they were known for. Something Ava seemed to lack for her own children, in Talia’s opinion at least. She looked at her with a blank stare, and let out a small gasp as the trail of blood splattered towards her. “Oh, hell no, get away from my towel,” she said, getting out of the lawn chair. “C’mon,” she guided her towards the back of the house. “I heard you were back. Congratulations on your sobriety,” she told her, grabbing the first aid kit out of a cabinet and came back out towards the brunette. “I hope you truly are dedicated to your sobriety, Ava,” she told her, handing her an alcohol wipe and band-aid. 

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Talia had always been a presence around the MC since she was younger. Ava had gotten the honor of babysitting her a couple of times, even. The tables had turned and by the end of her stunt with drugs, Talia would babysit her, helping her get home, get fed and try to avoid death at all costs. Unfortunately, she had bigger issues than Talia could help. She followed the petite brunette, waiting as she shook her leg to try to get the blood to drip off. Grabbing the items from her, she nodded, a meek grin on her face. “Thanks,” she said. She hadn’t gotten many congratulations from people and it actually felt good. It felt like she was doing something right for once. “I am. My children deserve better than a drugged out mother. I want to give them what my mother couldn’t,” she told her. They had had many discussion before about drugs and alcohol and being the best version of themselves but this was the first time she was seeing her post rehab. “I appreciate that, Talia. I hope you’re doin’ well, too. Are you still nannying or did you get your PhD?” She inquired. She wondered what had happened in the year she was gone.

“Now I can’t stop imagining big foot trying to roller skate,” He chuckled, wondering if he was at least more coordinated than him. “We know people come here to skate so we try to make sure everyone can.” Even if they had big feet. “You were right, your foot would fit in half of that,” He said as he made his way over to the seven’s. “Are you skating for any special reason tonight?”

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“Why do I feel like Big Foot would be a beast at skating? I mean c’mon. They have the advantage of being a monster on the floor,” she chuckled at her joke, shrugging her shoulders. “That’s great. This place has always been popular, even when I was little. My dad and I would come every Friday after school,” before Jay let drugs and alcohol take over his personality. He was kind of a vegetable at the moment since he had relapsed when she had overdosed. “My aunt wanted to let loose,” she told him, pointing to the woman eating a blue raspberry slushie. “Not going to lie, there’s vodka in that,” she told him. “I'm DD, though, so don’t worry, I’ll control ‘er.”

He gave her a nod as if he was saying you’re welcome. “Too pathetic? Meatballs don’t have feelings.” He hoped she knew that without him having to tell her that but he never knew. “They’ll probably be able to tell the difference with yours and frozen ones because yours will taste better. Who’re you making ‘em for anyways?” He doubted it was for Gordon Ramsey or someone that actually care where the meatballs were from. 

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Ava nodded, chuckling to herself as he informed her that meatballs don’t have feelings. “How would you know?” She asked him. A smile remained on her face as she questioned him. “You’re not a meatball,” she informed him back. “I’m kiddin’. Have you ever seen the movie Sausage Party? It made me question food a little too much,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Funny movie, though,” she was a fan of the dumb concept. It was better than having to not think of staying sober. “I’m makin’ them for my kids. I–” she stopped before she continued. Was it time to unleash her demons on him? Not at all. “I’ve been away for a while so I’m makin ‘em dinner.” 

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃       𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑     :      𝐀.       𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓    𝐀.    𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄  -  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

all he ever wanted was for his children to be happy , he wanted them to grow up in a home with living parents without the tough things that he saw or experienced . yet he knew that was impossible , the day that he choose the life of an outlaw was the day that peace and tranquility ended . he watches as asher stays close to ava and he can’t help but smile at that frame , to see them together , it brings some sort of happiness for him , tranquility . alexis try’s to crawl away but he grabs her ❝ not so fast kid, come here ❞ sitting her down on his lap , he turns to ava hearing her inquiry ❝ I don’t know . I mean , when they don’t see aubrey for quite some time , they get fussy and then when they do see her , it’s like they just saw the biggest lollipop in the world . ❞ he thinks of his kids being happy , and the smile spreads on his face again . it gets even wider once he hears ava say how much him and alexis look alike . ❝ oh but she is all aubrey. ❞ he confesses , the smile on his lips getting even bigger followed by a roll of his eyes ❝ and you ——- she knows how to get what she wants , she’s very smart and when she’s upset , she gets this little red dot in the middle of her forehand , like you . ❞ he looks down at alexis laying on him and turns to look up at ava . This felt nice , he didn’t think that he would ever enjoy something like this again , looking down at asher gabbing god knows what to her ❝ enjoying yourself there ? ❞

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The brunette smiled at Asher as he crawled back into her lap. This was just what she needed. For the past year, she yearned to be a mother. She didn’t mean to fuck up everything they had but fucking up was her specialty. Listening to him explain the twin’s separation reactions from his aunt, she nodded, rubbing Asher’s back as he banged toy cars together. “Maybe they think Aubrey is their mom,” she said, quietly, her attention being taken away by Alexis as she made sounds towards her brother. “C’mere,” she told her, reaching out towards the baby. She was glad after everything she put them through, their children were happy and healthy. She laughed listening to him describe Alexis’ manipulative ways. Like mother, like daughter, apparently. “Winehouse women know how to get shit done,” she said to him, placing a gentle kiss on Asher’s hand. “Yeah, I am. Thank you,” she said to him with wide eyes. “I didn’t think we’d ever be here,” she admitted to him. “I’m glad we are, though.” 

her gps echoes through her car as she makes a right turn at the red light , looking for the numbers 100 . parking the all black bentley on the empty parking space , she gets off and pushed the door . walking inside the building , it could definitely use some work but that was just her perfectionist ocd coming through . smiling she looks at the petite brunette ❛ ava , I presume . I’m amata , aidens cousin . ❜

// @ofwinehouse​

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The past few months since she had returned, she made sure her household was peaceful. An oasis away from the hell she had created. Ironic but she needed it for her mental health and sobriety. There was no room to slip up anymore. Lighting an incense in her studio, she pulled out her favorite and awarded pieces of art from the past decade of her work. Lining up all the canvasses and materials against the walls of her studio, she took a few steps back and smiled. She was proud of the work she had produced. She heard the noise of her door being opened, following the sound and putting her hand out. “Ava Winehouse,” she introduced herself, stopping herself from saying her married name. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad you reached out to me,” she told her. She was being honest, too. This could get her out of creative funk. “Are you looking for anything in particular for your business? Aiden told me a little bit about it.”

AMATA: yeah he's something.

AMATA: that's awesome !

AMATA: whatever is easier for you .

AVA: You're welcome to come to my studio.

AVA: 100 Burgundy St. Olympus, LA