#Opie Winston x OC

[garbinge]

Graduation Day

Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller / Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

Fic also includes: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Bobby Munson, and Tig Trager

Summary: The eldest Teller sibling, Joanne Teller, graduates from college with some of the SOA boys and Teller-Morrow family in the audience to cheer her on.

Warnings: Light angst, but fluffy. All my fics are 18+ regardless of content.

Word Count: 2.8k words

A/N: A little slice of life fic for my girl Jo. A little prequel to Charming Life in a way but will still use that taglist!

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc @livingdeadblondequeen @justreblogginfics​

Jo knocked on Jax’s bedroom door, a small tote bag in her hand.

“Can I bother you?” Her voice wasn’t loud but neither a whisper either.

“Yea, come in.” Jax called out, clearly not eager to greet his older sister at his door. He clocked the bag in her hand immediately as she entered. “I thought I was supposed to be getting you something for graduation.” His smile was one that could earn him a punch to the face easily, and definitely has in the past.

Jo threw the tote onto his bed before leaning against his desk. “It’s just some things to keep you occupied during the ceremony tomorrow.”

Jax leaned over and grabbed the bag and looked through it. Mad libs, activity books, cards. His eyes looked up at Joanne. “I know I’m younger than you, but I’m not 5.”

Jo laughed before pushing off the desk she was leaning on and moved back towards the door. “Trust me, you’ll thank me tomorrow.” She went to close the door before peaking back in. “And I’m still expecting a graduation gift.”

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Jax rolled over, his hand searching for something on his nightstand to tell him the time. 9:01.

“Fuuuuck.” He groaned before jumping out of bed and opening his bedroom door. His voice was calling out quickly. “Mom!” Silence. No one was home. He could have assumed that. The graduation started at 9, Gemma and Clay had probably left at 8, easily.

“Fuck.” Jax cursed again, thinking through what he was going to do. His bike was at Teller-Morrow, he was in the process of adjusting the suspension. Gemma and Clay probably took the escalade which left no way for him to get there.

His hands were quick to dial Opie, praying that he’d pick up this early. They were freshly 21 after all, so waking up before 1 in the afternoon was a rarity. But even though Jax might have started off his morning unlucky, things started to turn.

“Yea?” Opie answered, his voice groggy, probably just waking up.

“You wanna see Jo graduate?” Jax was multi-tasking as he spoke to Opie, moving around his room, picking up clothes from the ground looking for something presentable to wear to the graduation.

“What?” Opie perked up at that sentence, he might have been with Donna, loved her even, but a part of him would always be connected to Joanne Teller.

“I overslept, everyone’s gone, I got no ride and need to be at the Stockton Arena within the hour.” Jax threw his phone on the bed on speaker as he threw a flannel on.

“Alright, I’ll be at your place in 10.” Opie was doing the same thing as Jax now, scrambling to get ready.

“Aim for 5.” Jax said before hanging up and finishing getting ready. Throwing on cologne to cover whatever non-showered, stale cigarette smell he was giving off and then grabbing the black leather box that held the gift he had gotten his sister.

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Gemma looked over at the 5 empty seats to her right and then down at her watch. 9:35.

“They couldn’t be on time just this once.” She said under her breath to Clay.

“First, you drag me to this thing and now I gotta hear the complaints too.” Clay said, looking through the program booklet to occupy himself.

Gemma’s eyes rolled and before she could respond back to him, Bobby and Tig were making their way over to them, asking people to let them squeeze through as politely as possible for the two bikers.

“Hi, ‘scuse me, sorry, I love ya, congrats, ‘scuse me.” Tig said as he climbed over the last few people until he reached Clay who was at the end of the row.

“You’re late.” Clay gritted his teeth and spoke under his breath.

“Yea, Tig was indisposed.” Bobby spoke from behind Tig.

Gemma looked up and gave them both dirty looks before moving her legs over so they could take the seats next to them.

“She’s the one, Gem, tall, I’m talkin’ 5’11, easy, biiiiiiig rack.” Tig motioned to his chest to imitate breasts.

It earned a few dirty looks from the surrounding crowd who was trying to pay attention to the graduation.

“Just sit down.” Gemma waved them past.  Bobby plopped down next to Gemma and then Tig next to him.

“Did we miss it?” Tig asked, standing back up now looking at the group of graduates below him looking for Joanne. “Where is she? She decorate her cap with anything?” He pointed to his head as he looked through the rows for Joanne.

“Yea, she’s wearing red.” Clay sarcastically spoke.

Tig looked out and saw the sea full of graduates all in red caps and gowns and nodded before sitting down.

“You hear from Jax?” Bobby asked when he realized there were still empty seats.

“Yea, this morning when he was snoring.” Gemma said, staring at the Jumbotron waiting to see if her daughter popped up on the screen. Bobby snorted at Gemma’s answer.

“Who makes a graduation this early anyways.” Clay leaned over to Gemma.

Just as she was about to speak, Jax and Opie were right at the end of the row.

Opie was there, hair back in a bun, sporting a simple t-shirt and jeans, one hand had a graduation teddy bear in it and the other had a big bouquet of flowers.

Gemma was shocked not only to see Opie, but to see what he brought with him. Opie must have clocked it and spoke up. “Didn’t want to show up uninvited and empty handed, got some things at the stands outside.”

Gemma smiled, she was one of the few that could see Opie’s love for Jo over the years. “You can take Unser’s saved seat, don’t think the Chief woke up in time either.” Gemma moved her stare over to Jax. His hands moved up in innocence and his smile was growing.

“I need my beauty rest, what can I say.”

“Yea, save some for the rest of us you pretty motherfucker.” Tig smirked and greeted Jax as he made his way to the last two empty seats in the row.

Clay stared up at Opie, his brows furrowing, a little angry. The small bouquet of 10 flowers sat in his lap, his eyes moved to Opie’s bouquet, which held easily double the amount of flowers. Opie simply nodded and moved past him, making his way to the very last seat in the row.

“Did we miss it?” Jax asked leaning over to talk to his mom.

“No, apparently these things last hours. Not enough that they charge thousands in tuition but now they have to bore us to death for 4 hours.” She mumbled to her son who was taking out the handful of items Jo gifted him last night.

Bobby looked over at him with his face frowning in confusion until he realized what he was doing. He leaned over to whisper to Gemma. “Enjoy it while you can, not like your other kid is going to college.” He teased.

“You’re going outside the lines.” Tig leaned over and whispered to Jax.

“You’re crossing one.” Jax snapped backwards and pushed Tig away.

“Play nice children.” Bobby called down to them.

Time passed slowly, Clay managed to fall asleep, sunglasses on so no one really noticed. Gemma had contemplated moving to another seat in the arena while the other boys went back and forth but she powered through it.

“Bachelor of Arts? That’s Jo right? Business?” Jax leaned over and called out to Gemma.

“Yea, this is her.” Gemma stood up now, eager to see her daughter. There weren’t many moments in Jo’s life that she could count on her mom, she leaned more on her father and when he passed that void was never filled. Jax might have been the closest person Jo had from her family in her life but nothing could replace JT. But in this moment, Gemma was actually excited, and maybe one would even say proud. Jo knew it was probably more for Gemma than her but she’d accept it.

“Joanne Teller.” The announcer said over the microphone.

The whole row of them stood up and cheered.

Jax was practically frat boy howling, his voice was so loud that it would be a shock if half the arena didn’t hear him. Opie stood the most relaxed out of all of them, clapping but keeping his voice way lower than the rest of the crew.

Clay had clapped and whistled and Bobby matched him with his own whistle while Gemma clapped above her head.

“That’s it baby!!!!!” Tig yelled out as Joanne walked down the ramp and back to the hallway where the graduates all entered from.

Joanne looked up at her family and smiled, she was surprised to see everyone that came. She pointed towards the exit and mouthed a few words that no one really understood except Gemma.

“C’mon.” Gemma said, waving everyone back out on the other side of the row.

“Don’t we have to wait for them to throw up their hats and shit?” Jax frowned.

“You wanna wait for the 200 more kids that have to be announced?” Clay leaned over and asked Jax who turned to look at the large group of graduates that were left.

“Alright, yea.” He stepped out of the row behind Tig.

“Jo’s the one that mentioned it, she’s gonna meet us outside now.” Gemma said as the group of them trekked up the bleachers.

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The Charming crew stood in front of the event center, near a fountain waiting for Jo to arrive except Opie, who had gone off to a kiosk close by to order a cup of coffee.

“They don’t make Irish coffees at graduation ceremonies, Winston.” Jo’s voice caused Opie to turn around quickly, coffee in one hand and graduation gifts in the other.

His smile grew as he saw her in her cap and gown, her one hand resting on her cap to balance it as she stood in front of him looking up.

“And I unfortunately didn’t sneak in any.” He stepped out of line so he was closer to the girl.

“I did.” She reached into her gown and into her dress pocket and pulled out a flask and poured it into his coffee cup before he could say another word.

“Well, uh, I’m driving so…” Opie extended his hand out, now offering the coffee to Jo who was getting red in embarrassment.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry I didn’t…” She began apologizing before Opie cut her off.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, truthfully it was just an excuse to get away from the group for a minute.” They both looked over to the group to see Tig staring at a statue of a woman very intently, Clay and Gemma arguing about something, Bobby downing a muffin from the other kiosk near them and Jax on the phone.

“Wait, driving? You drove here?” Jo said as she took in Opie’s words and her head snapped back to look at him.

“Uh,” Opie felt caught and didn’t know exactly what to say based on Jo’s tone.

“He overslept didn’t he?” She shook her head and looked back over at her younger brother. After a couple seconds she looked back at Opie, she wasn’t going to make him explain, he was a good friend not only to her brother but to her also.

“Those for me?” She grinned and nodded to the flowers and bear.

“Huh?” Opie fumbled, still a little nervous as a whole before looking down and coming to it. “Oh yea,” His hands extended forward and now the flowers and the bear were nestled in her arms. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks Ope,” Jo moved against his torso forcing an embrace on him that he was gladly willing to accept. “Glad you were here.”

The two of them walked over to everyone, Jo was showered with flowers and hugs and congratulations from everyone, even her mother who showed a rare act of appreciation towards her daughter.

“Got this for you.” Jax handed Joanne a black leather box.

She opened the box immediately and she felt her breath hitch.

“Took a piece of dad’s bike to get repurposed into a necklace. It’s not like expensive or anything but–”

“It’s perfect.” Jo cut him off, running a finger over the necklace.

The center of the necklace was the same teal blue as the bike, probably taken from a piece of the old gas tank, and what Jo assumed to be part of the old engine framed the outside of it.  There were small metal work details in it that framed the inside blue piece so perfectly. It was truly a piece of her dad with her on this special day.

“Jax this is,” Jo’s eyes widened as she shook her head. “I don’t know how I’ll ever top this.” She let out a laugh and looked at her younger brother.

“Well good thing I ain’t graduating college anytime soon.” He teased her. “Plus, everything you’ve done for me,” he shrugged, “I kinda owed you.”

Before either of them could continue their conversation, Gemma was interrupting them. It was divine timing and ironic how she knew the perfect time to interrupt.

“Alright, we’ll meet you back at the clubhouse, Bobby put together a little thing for you.” Gemma called out as she walked away with Clay, Bobby, and Tig.

Jax looked from Gemma back to Jo and changed the subject.

“Mom said you’re going home with Micky, so I’ll catch a ride back with them. Congrats!” He smiled at his sister and looked over at Opie, “and thanks, Ope!” Jax was talking as his legs sped up into a jog to catch up to the group, leaving Jo and Opie behind.

“I’ll, uh, let you ride back with Micky, see you back at the clubhouse.” Opie was about to walk away when Jo reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Micky actually,” Jo paused in her statement, embarrassed at what was about to come out of her mouth. “Micky isn’t here, we uh, broke up. But I didn’t tell anyone yet because well, you know how everyone gets.”

Opie wasn’t one to ask questions or pry, so he just simply nodded. “I parked around the corner, I’ll take you home so you can show up on your own, lessen the questions.” Opie said.

Jo let out a scoff, “That’ll never happen and you know it.”

Opie smiled to himself, because he knew it was true. Everyone at the clubhouse would ask questions no matter what. He went to say something to Jo, his head turning to look at her when he saw her holding out the teddy bear he had gotten her.

“This must’ve cost you a fortune, they always rip you off at these things.” She stared at the bear.

“I got a discount because of the lopsided eye.”

Jo laughed, “Gives him character. What should I name him?”

Opie looked at the bear and then at Jo and shrugged. No idea what to call the stuffed animal.

“Winnie. After the person who gifted him to me.” Jo beamed and held the bear out next to Opie.

“Not sure if I should be honored or offended.” Opie teased, pulling his one eye down to mimic the bear.

Jo pushed Opie, he might have towered over her, he always had and now that they were in their early 20’s nothing had changed, but she still was able to trip him up a bit which is when he let out a genuine laugh right before they approached the parking lot.

“$45 dollars for parking?!” Jo exclaimed looking at the sign at the entrance of the lot. “My graduation robbed you blind, I owe you.” Jo said to Opie. “Well Jax owes you more but I’ll collect for you and we can go out.” She teased.

He smiled and unlocked his truck for them both to get in, “Smart idea, look at that college degree paying off.”

“That was the first class I took, ‘how to ethically steal from your brother and reap the benefits with your friends.’”

Friends. It was one word but it gutted Opie. It shouldn’t have, he had Donna, but it did. Opie looked over at his passenger seat to see Jo, still in her gown but her cap now situated with the bear and assortment of flowers she received, her hand running over her hair to fix the flyaways and he thought that at least he got to be a part of her life. He’d take being her friend over nothing, especially if it meant getting to be a part of these big moments.

[drabbles-mc]

Permanent Investments

Opie Winston & OC Chris Teller

Warnings: 18+, language

With the help of This Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting and my trusty Wheel of Names with every character I’ve ever written for, I’m aiming to write a fic in 500 words or less every day of March. We’ll see how far we get!

Prompt: cherry blossom

Word Count: 500

A/N: the universe can pry teenager!Opie from my cold dead hands!!! i have a whole multichap in the works for these two that i just...haven't finished....but that's a problem for future me lmao. for now we have this! and my burning rage over how few pictures/gifs/etc there are of young-20's ryan hurst. i will continue to be mad about that on my own time.

“I think you’re over-thinking it,” Opie said as he watched Chris pore over all the designs on the walls.

She didn’t even bother turning around to look at him as the response easily rattled off her tongue. “I think, as usual, you’re under-thinking it.”

He chuckled, shaking his head before taking two strides across the room so that he landed next to her. He tried to figure out which one exactly she was looking at without having to ask her—much like her, he didn’t even know where to start. “It’s just a tattoo.”

That got her to turn and face him. “Yeah, it’s just something that’s going to be on my body forever. Clearly you and Jax and, fuckin’, everyone else in the club don’t really care but right now I do.”

He shrugged, not taking the bait and getting riled up along with her. “You’ll get over it eventually.”

She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the options plastered up on the wall. “That does me no good now.”

There was a smirk on his face as he lifted his hand and pointed to one of the designs, the overhead light glinting off the rings on his fingers. They were new, Chris had noticed. He was trying new things, trying to figure out who he was and what he liked. Not unlike her in that way.

“This cute little pink flower seems like you.”

His tone might’ve sounded genuine to any bystanders, but Chris could hear the sarcasm underneath the suggestion. She wanted to be annoyed, and part of her was, but more than that she had to admit she was amused as she laughed. “Yeah, you know, I don’t quite think I’m a cherry blossom kinda girl, Ope.”

“Gonna get a skull instead?”

“Eh,” she waved him off, “that’s more yours and Jax’s speed.”

“Just get my name, then,” he joked, knowing it’d get a rise out of her.

“That’d be a waste of ink,” she replied easily, the smile she gave him taking any malice out that the statement might’ve had under different circumstances.

“Wouldn’t take that much ink,” he shot back as he mirrored her grin.

She pretended to give it real thought even though they both knew it would never happen. “That seems more like a fifth or sixth tattoo kind of investment.”

He watched her for another moment longer as she gave up looking at the potential designs on the walls and picked up one of the books of the artist’s work instead. Her fingers manipulated the pages so easily, almost gentle in stark contrast to so much of how she tended to present herself to the world.

He watched her, still smiling even though she wasn’t looking at him anymore. “Let’s start getting the first four done, then.”

There was a soft smile on her face even though she wasn’t looking at him, eyes still scanning and studying the drawings in front of her. “That’s not quite what I meant.”

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi I'm 33 female writer looking for any 18+ writing partners for discord for the Sons Of Anarchy and Charlie Hunnam fandom. I only double up for roleplay.

I am looking for a Jax Teller or Opie Winston to rp against my OC. Other ships I will roleplay for you.

Jax Teller x OC

Opie Winston x OC

Opie x Lyla

Clay x OC

Gemma x OC

Jax x Wendy

Chibs x OC

Juice x OC

Dr. Alan Mcmichael (Crimson Peak) x OC

William Miller (Triple Frontier) x OC

Stanley Kaminski (Jungleland) x OC

Ray (The Gentlemen) x OC

Shantaram (Lin Ford) x OC

Raleigh (Pacific Rim) x OC

Nicholas Nickleby x OC

I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion.

If interested and serious just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you.

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[keenzinemugstudent]

I haven't seen this around but here I go Jax finds out he has twin daughters from an old friend who he had a relationship with friends with benefits but she left Charming after getting into a good college out of state or so he thought she did get accepted into college three different colleges but wasn't able to go to college because she found out she was pregnant and not wanting her children to be involved with their father's lifestyle she left I am writing it right now but I'm also at work so hopefully I'll have some time to post it

[mybulletyourlove]

FIRST CHAPTER IS UP!!!!

1. a great day for freedom

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[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 2 (Juice Ortiz x OC Fic)

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A/N: My apologies for the lateness between uploads! I am hoping to upload 1 chapter a week at the least but I am a mum to 2 young ones and uni has just gone back so I'm trying to find time when I can. This is probably going to be a slight slowburn for Juice and Ronnie so hopefully people are into that! Also wanted to state that this series will include swearing, alcohol and drug use, violence, death and potentially smutty scenes. This is 18+ please do not read or interact if you are under 18. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 2929 words

Juice frowned as he exited the clubhouse, making his way across to the garage. He had just told his brothers that his insider at city hall had told him about Hale having a warrant to search their warehouse. The warehouse that was very much blown to pieces and currently still holding the burnt bodies of two women. It had soured everyone's mood, being an issue that no one wanted to deal with right now. He slowed his steps down, a smile flashing across his face, and his mood lifting immediately as he spotted his mystery girl from the hospital a couple of days ago walking up the driveway towards the garage. Changing his direction, Juice walked into the office through the garage, hoping he was the only one there and that he could catch her on her own. To his delight, the office was empty. He rested against the front of the desk, crossing his arms - maybe or maybe not flexing them a little more than usual - and waited for her to enter.

Ronnie knocked on the office door and pushed it open when a husky voice told her to come in. To her surprise, she was greeted by the man who had called out to her at the hospital about her tattoos. Her stomach flipped as she took him in, that bright dazzling smile, and shoulders and arms pushing against the fabric of his black tshirt snugly. His choice of haircut was different, and if it was on anyone else she might roll her eyes at it, but coupled with his tattoos and the cut he wore, she decided it suited him. And she kind of liked it. "Hi," she smiled. "Hey," he grinned back. Suddenly Ronnie scrambled trying to piece together a sentence before the silence got too awkward. "My car," she blurted. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. Ronnie huffed a laugh and continued explaining. "My car… I need to pick it up. It's here. Because it’s a piece of shit," she concluded, throwing her hands up in a shrug.

Juice laughed as the woman in front of him shuffled from foot to foot, cracking her knuckles. He thought it might be too presumptuous to conclude that it was him making her nervous, but he seriously hoped it was. "Yeah sure, which car?" he asked, already knowing she drove the black Toyota but not wanting to come across as some kind of creep. She scanned through the window out to the lot, pointing at the car he had seen her drive. Juice nodded and began to look through the key case for her keys, not having any luck. "They must still be in the workshop," he explained. "I'll be right back."

Ronnie watched him walk out the door and took a seat on the small sofa near the door. Suddenly the door burst open, making her jump. "Veronica Winston," Gemma Teller smiled down at her from where she stood in the doorway. Ronnie stood and stepped into the woman's open arms, closing her eyes. "Hey Gemma," she sighed. Gemma had been the closest thing she had to a mother after her parents divorced and her mom left with Opie. She had gotten her through her teenage years pretty much up until Ronnie left town. Gemma pulled away, holding her at arms length. Then she pulled a hand back and slapped Ronnie lightly on the shoulder. "Why didn’t you tell me you were back in town, you little shit," she griped. Ronnie sighed, looking at the floor. "Was real difficult to even come back Gemma," she admitted. "Guess I just wanted to do things slowly. Not make a big deal out of it."

Juice stood at the door into the office, keys in his hand. He had seen through the window Gemma embracing the girl and them speaking as though they knew each other quite well. This was certainly intriguing. He had never seen her around but it seemed that maybe she wasn't a complete stranger to Charming. Gemma opened the door, stopping in her tracks when she saw Juice so close by. "You eavesdropping, Juice?" she asked, in her most "try me" Gemma way possible. Juice shook his head, holding the keys to the toyota up in exclamation. "Just giving these back to their owner," he pointed to the open door. Moving past Gemma, he passed the keys over to the woman, smiling when their hands touched. Her skin seemed soft, even in that fleeting moment.

After paying, Ronnie exited the office, surprised that Juice followed her out. "So," she said as they walked towards her car. "Juice?" He smiled, scratching the back of his neck as they continued to walk. "Yeah it's uh, not really a long or interesting story but. Just kind of stuck," he shrugged. Ronnie laughed softly and slowed her walking, coming to a stop and facing the man. "I'm Veronica," she stated holding her hand out to him. Juice stared at her hand before grasping it in his. It was rough, calloused no doubt from riding and working in the garage, warm against her palm. "But everyone calls me Ronnie." Juice smiled, nearly knocking the breath from her. Jesus Christ, she had hardly met the guy but he was doing a number on her. "Ronnie," he said her name as if he was testing it out on his tongue, his voice making the hair on her arms stand on end. "Nice to meet you Ronnie," he smirked and began to back away in the direction of the clubhouse. "See you around maybe?" he asked. Ronnie smiled as she made her way to her car, calling over. "That would be nice." As she reached her car she looked over to the club house, double taking when she noticed her brother sitting at a table there, glowering at her. She waved at him, rolling her eyes when he only continued to glare, sending a seething look in Juice's direction as well.

Juice smiled as he watched Ronnie getting into her car, his eyes lingering on the curves of her body that seemed to fit snug in her jeans and her soft arms exposed by the tshirt she had tucked into them - completely oblivious to Opie's death stare directed at him from where he sat. "What was that about?" he asked Juice. Juice jumped, turning to face Opie. "What do you mean?" Opie nodded his head towards where Ronnie's car had been parked, now gone. "Was just helping out a customer," Juice explained. Opie scowled at him before getting up and heading into the clubhouse where Clay was calling for Chapel. Juice stood staring at the seat that Opie had vacated in confusion. Did he know Ronnie? He hoped for his sake that that wasn't the case, and that someone had just pissed in Opie's proverbial cereal this morning and that’s why he was in a bad mood. He was into this girl. God, he wasn't looking for marriage and a mortgage - but she was beautiful, and new and exciting. Maybe they could have some fun together.

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Later that night, Ronnie placed the pizza boxes down on the bench, pulling out two plates and loading them up. She took them to the living room where she handed one to her father and took a seat on the couch next to him. Piney pursed his lips and placed the plate on the table in front of him. Ronnie rolled her eyes. "Dad, you need to eat something. Even if it is shitty pizza," she said. Piney grunted, patting the bottle of tequila at his side as if that would fill him just fine. "God your liver must be screaming," Ronnie mumbled, tearing into her first slice. "You can hardly talk," Piney stated. "Not one fresh fruit or vegetable in that fridge. And microwave boxes in your trash," he pulled a cigarette out from his cut, rolling it under his nose. "Should cook yourself some real food." Ronnie huffed and put her plate down next to her fathers.

"I grew up with you remember," she muttered. "Didn’t teach me shit." Her father snorted a laugh. "Gemma was always there. You know she would have loved to be the one to teach you. She's a better cook than your mom." Ronnie smacked her fathers shoulder. "No way was I stepping in that kitchen with Gemma," she replied. "One fuck up and she would probably cut one of my fingers off. Use them as sausages or something." She wiggled her fingers in front of her, a frown on her face. Piney smiled at his daughter. Yeah, she had been mostly vacant from his life for nearly ten years but he still couldn’t believe how much she seemed to have changed. She had been a scrappy little thing when she was in high school. All elbows and knees, her face always painted heavily with makeup. She tended to roll with the rougher kids, always wanting to be as tough as her older brother. She was always trying to follow Opie and Jax around, get in with their crew of friends but the boys wouldn’t have it. So she made her own connections, which had unfortunately led to her nearly disappearing from their lives entirely. Now, Piney took her in as she sat on the couch with him. She was filled out these days, and her face was soft and kind. She reminded him of her mother in that respect. She had grown her hair out a lot longer than she ever did in school, the brown tresses falling to her waist.

"You seem like you’re doing ok back in Charming, sweetheart," Piney remarked. Ronnie turned to him with a raised brow. "You making any friends?" he asked. "Meet any… guys." He didn't even try to hide the distasteful frown on his face as the question came out of his mouth. "Jesus Christ, dad," Ronnie uttered. "You really gonna try and give me the talk? I'm 28, and - despite trying to scrub it from memory - we stumbled through that nearly 12 years ago." Piney waved her off. "Not talkin' about that. Just want to make sure you're getting' out. Being social. I don't think having your father as your only friend is very… 'cool' these days." Ronnie smiled and nudged her father with her shoulder. "Going soft on me, old man?" she joked. "Don’t worry dad, I'll try to get out more. But," she laid her head on his shoulder. "I love spending time with you. Don’t care if its cool or not."

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Ronnie pulled her SUV into the Teller Morrow parking lot. Her father had polished off his bottle of tequila, and despite his arguments that he had made the trip plenty of times before, she refused to let him drive himself back. She had seen the results of MVAs involving alcohol and wouldn’t let that happen to her father or anyone he crossed paths with, even if the trip was short. She got out of the car and made her way around the car to help Piney. He waved her off as he got out of the passenger side. "I got it, I got it," he grunted. She helped him anyway, putting herself under his arm in support. Slowly they walked towards the clubhouse.

"Wow," Ronnie breathed as they walked in. "It's just like I remembered. But smaller somehow." She helped Piney to the bar, her arms out to steady him as he got himself seated on a stool. "Shouldn’t have bought you here as much as I did," he sniffed. Ronnie shrugged, making her way over to the wall filled with mugshots. She spotted her father easily enough, and Opie and Jax. Her smiled widened when she spotted Juice's face on the wall. His hair was grown out of the mohawk but still buzzed close, his mouth pulled tight and soft eyes staring down the camera. She felt as though she could tell he was overdoing it - that the tough guy thing wasn't 100% him. "Member's kids are always hanging around here," she reminded Piney. "Don’t matter. Still shouldn't have done it. Would have been better off if you went with Ope and your mother," Piney reached for the bottle of tequila that had been left out on the bar.

"Pops," Ronnie sighed, running a hand through her hair. "We are not having this conversation right now. I wanted to stay here. It was my choice and you and mum let me make it. End of story." Piney just scowled and knocked back a sip from the bottle. "You gonna be ok if I head out?" she asked him. He nodded and held his arm out to his daughter. She stepped into him, giving him a brief hug. "Not my first night at this bar, sweetheart." She smiled and bid him farewell. "Hey, one last thing," Piney called after her. She spun around to face him. "Your brother, he came to me today. He's," Piney waved the bottle around slowly. "Having some… money… issues." Ronnie sighed and tilted her head. "If he wanted my help dad, he would have come to me. You know what he's like. Will be too stubborn and proud if I go to him first." "He's your brother," Piney pointed the bottle at her. "Put that shit aside and help him if you can."

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Juice walked beside the Prospect through the parking lot to the clubhouse. Jax and Chibs had already jumped on their bikes and taken off. Today and tonight had been hard work, with them pulling off the fake shootout to keep Hale off their backs about the warehouse. He needed a beer, a shower and a croweater if any were around. "That shit was crazy," Half-Sack chortled, his excitement from the night seeming to last a lot longer than Juice's. "See how we were all lined up and just," Sack held his hand up in the shape of a gun. "Bap, bap, bapbapbap. Straight into that dude!" Juice rolled his eyes. "The guy was already dead," he laughed. Half-Sack dropped his hand to his side, offence flashing across his face. "Don’t rain on my parade man, that's the most action I've gotten in months!" Juice raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean," Sack scratched the back of his head. "Not like that… I get action. I mean I have before. But that's not what I meant!" Juice laughed as the Prospect fumbled.

They neared the entrance to the clubhouse when suddenly a woman walked out. Juice was surprised to find it was Ronnie. She yelped when she spotted them, holding her hand to her chest. "You okay?" Juice heard Piney yell from inside the clubhouse. "Yeah, I'm good," she yelled back. His confusion increased. What was she doing at the clubhouse this late ? Did she know Piney? He had seen her closeness to Gemma earlier. Was she more ingrained with the Son's than he realised? "Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you," Half Sack said, smiling a little too friendlier at her than Juice liked. Ain't no way someone else was pushing up on her before he did, let alone Half-Sack. "Get inside Prospect," he snapped. Sack groaned and followed his orders.

"What are you doing here?" Juice asked. Ronnie looked taken aback at his question. "Dropping someone off," she pointed over her shoulder. "Why? You don’t like bumpin' into me Juice?" she asked, the smirk on her face heating his blood. Jesus Christ, what was she doing to him? He felt like he was 17 all over again and had no control over his body. "Actually," he began, taking a step toward her. Her eyes widened for a second before she tried to play it cool, making Juice smirk this time. "I've been hoping to bump into you since this morning," he admitted. She turned her head, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Juice eyed the movement. "Really?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Yeah," he nodded. "You forgot to tip me." Ronnie's eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursing in confusion. "Tip you?"

"Mhm," he nodded. "For my outstanding service, getting your keys located for you and all that." Ronnie laughed, and Juice's heart did a funny thump in his chest. "My bad," she smiled. "And what kind of tip are you after, Juice?" she asked, her warm eyes cutting into his. Avoiding making an inuendo - although tempting - he answered. "Your number would be a good start." Ronnie huffed a smiled and laughed again, holding her hand out to him. "Gimme your phone then." She typed her number into the new contact page and handed it back to him. She walked past him towards her car, her shoulder brushing his and her scent filling his nostrils. Sweet like vanilla but also a little woody. Whatever it was he decided it was his new favourite smell. "Better put it good use, Juice," she said over her shoulder. Juice smiled, holding his phone to his chest as he watched her drive out of the parking lot. But his smile fell when he remembered how strange it seemed to be for her to be here at this time of night. And who was she dropping off? Piney? Juice turned and headed into the clubhouse in search of that beer and shower. He didn’t give a shit about finding a croweater anymore. He needed to find answers.

[proceduralpassion]

WIP Game

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

Tagged by bestie @drabbles-mc

Would y'all believe if I said this is how many WIPs are in my files after deleting hella stuff that's been in there for years lmaoooo. This is crazy but idc 🤷🏽‍♀️ please indulge me and ask me stuff

As Fate Would Have It (Original Fiction, Sci-fi/Fantasy)

PIGZ (Original Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic Horror [think Walking Dead but with college students])

I'm The Sky To You (Original Fiction with Aaron Pierre x Jayme Lawson as face claims, Romance)

For Still Loving Even When I'm Aching- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace (one-shot)

Turning Tables- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace

Love You Like I Will- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace (OrganizedCrime!OA x PrivateInvestigator!Tiff)

Always Win- Vorrester (Celebrity!AU, childhood sweethearts)

Live and Die- Vorrester (Syndicate!AU)

Unrelenting- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x OC

Ached For- Jake Seresin x OC (Hockey!AU)

Going To The Chapel- Javy Machado x OC

Deeply Stuck- Kevin Atwater x OC

Warm Embrace- Kevin Atwater x OC

Always Yours- Kevin Atwater x OC (High School Sweethearts!AU)

All I Ask- Burzek (Biker!Adam x Assassin!Kim)

Dangerous Road- Juice Ortiz x OC

Got Me Feeling The Way I Do- Opie Winston x OC

Fallin'- Nestor Oceteva x OC

Shoot 'em Up- Jay Halstead x OC (Mafia!Jay)

One Chicago Next Gen Fic

I've Got You- Ivan Ortiz x OC (one-shot)

It's Gonna Be A Scream- Chicago PD (Slasher!AU)

No presh tags: @roosterforme @rayslittlekitten @imagineredwood @darqchilddaydreamz @withmyteeth @ashlingiswriting

[garbinge]

Fairytale

Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller Tara Knowles & OC Joanne Teller Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

Day 09 from these April Prompts: “I found a place that looks like a fairytale.”

Summary: Lockdown at Jax’s house takes a turn for the better. 

Warnings: Light angst, but fluffy. All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. 

Word Count: 2.2k words

A/N: Again. MY GIRL IS ON MY MIND <3 For the sake of this one-shot, Opie never had kids with Donna. Joanne Teller lives rent free in my head. This specific one shot does not fit into my larger multi-chap for Jo and Opie (and Jax and the rest of the fam), it’s essentially a little AU of my world for them. I’ll still use my Charming Life Taglist for these little one shots, though!

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics​

Joanne and Tara were on strict orders to stay at Jax’s. While the club wasn’t in complete lockdown, things were rocky and both women could tell the guys were on edge. Two prospects were posted outside the house, neither Tara or Jo minded if they hung out inside but as the sun went down and night began to fall everyone agreed it’d be better if they kept watch outside. 

It was a hectic day, Tara always had her hands full with Abel and Thomas but today was different since they were cooped up. While Joanne was used to having her daughter Dillon with her, the newest addition to her and Opie’s family, their 3 month old baby girl Nicolette, was new territory making it also tougher on her. Mixing the kids together under the same room proved itself to be a task in the least but both women were grateful for one another, it made things a bit easier. 

“You want a cup of coffee?” Tara asked as she passed the living room. Jo stood up to follow her into the kitchen as the kids continued to play and the two young babies were down for a nap. 

“Only if I can have it in an IV.” Jo joked. 

Tara laughed and poured two mugs before sitting down at the table. 

“How’re you dealing with everything?” Jo took a seat as she sipped the coffee. 

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” Tara raised her brows, “you’re the one with a newborn.” 

“Thomas isn’t that far ahead, we’re practically in the same boat.” Joanne shrugged. “I know we’re not new to this Tara, but that doesn’t mean we’re supposed to be okay each time some shit goes down.” 

“Don’t let Gemma hear you say that.” Tara snorted. 

“Gemma can fuck off.” Jo let the words roll off her tongue very quickly and her eyes jumped to Tara’s quickly to gauge her response. 

A smile grew on her face followed by a nod. “I know better than to get between the Teller women.” 

“Hate to break it to you,” Joanne leaned back and nodded her head up towards Tara’s left hand. “You’re a Teller woman now.” 

Tara smiled as her eyes dropped down to her wedding ring, her thumb rolling it around her finger. “I guess then I won’t be classifying you as a Teller for much longer.” Tara nodded her head towards Jo’s hand now. 

“Now definitely don’t let Gemma hear you say that.” Jo laughed and she pushed her hand out to Tara to show her the ring. “He asked me a couple weeks ago.” 

“It’s beautiful,” Tara admired the ring, “does Jax know?” Tara didn’t hide her thoughts from Jo because she knew that the woman could see right through it. If they lived a normal life, both of the girls would have considered the other a best friend, but since they didn’t live a normal life, things got blurry. There were factors that made things ebb and flow differently. Gemma, the club, when Jax and Opie would fight, but no matter what they were family. 

“If things didn’t go completely to shit today, he should have told him while they were on the run today.” 

Tara smirked at that, “I’m really happy for you both.” It was genuine despite Tara’s resistance against the club. 

Jo was about to ask Tara about getting out, get to the bottom of whatever was the root of Tara’s issue, not because she wanted to argue or flip her but because she was interested in getting out herself. Things weren’t ever this bad before, and Jo had seen her father die at the hands of the club, so that was saying something. Joanne had her daughters to think of just like Tara had her sons. Her mouth opened to ask the question but she was interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. Both of them closed their eyes for a minute relishing in the last moment of relaxation before standing up to attend to the crying kids. 

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The play screen from whatever movie they had put on repeated over probably 200 times now, it would have been incessant if the whole lot of them weren’t asleep on the couch as the night fell into early morning. 

Jax opened the front door quietly, not wanting to wake everyone up inside, Opie was not far behind him. Jax stepped to place his kutte on the hooks when he saw the group passed out on the couches. The two oldest kids on the floor and the babies nestled against their moms. Jax smirked and looked over his shoulder. 

“You might as well hang yours up too, think you’re stayin’ the night, brother-in-law.” Jax teased Ope. 

The tall bearded man peaked over to see the scene before dropping his head with a chuckle before squeezing by Jax to pick up his young daughter from Jo’s arms. As he balanced the girl on his left side, he grabbed a blanket and draped it over his fiancé, Jax doing the same for Tara as both men shut the lights off and brought the babies to the nursery.

The two tall bikers stood tall over the cribs, one of them being much shorter and smaller since it was a packable one. “You believe it?” Opie said, staring down at their kids. 

“Some days it’s hard to, brother.” Jax shook his head.

The silence was loud between them, while Jo and Tara hadn’t gotten a chance to chat about leaving Charming Opie and Jax were coming from a long talk about just that. 

“Take the daybed,” Jax turned and tapped Opie’s chest with his fist, "no chance we wake the girls up and the house doesn’t erupt into chaos.” Jax smirked before leaving the room. 

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Tara was in the kitchen with Jax and the two babies when Jo appeared, one baby in each of their arms. 

“Well, isn't this domestic?” Jo teased as she placed a kiss on each baby’s head before making her way to the coffee machine. 

“Dill’s in Abel’s room.” Jax spoke up as he sat down at the kitchen table with Nicolette in his arms cooing at her and admiring his baby niece. 

“And Ope?” She turned over her shoulder pausing mid pour for a moment. 

“You mean your fianceeeee?” Jax teased by drawing out his words. 

Joanne rolled her eyes and went back to filling her coffee mug. 

“He’s asleep in the baby’s room, out like a light.” Jax said before he was cut off by two young kids running into the kitchen chasing after each other. “Woahhh!” Jax yelled out with a grin. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jo, her brother was in an abnormally good mood. She wasn’t going to ruin it by asking him what was up, she’d just let it ride out. 

“Mommy! Mommy! Where’s daddy?” Dillon jumped up and down in front of Joanne. Her heart practically skipped a beat, it wasn’t her first time calling Opie dad, but it was new enough that it still made Joanne giddy. Dillon’s father was not just out of the picture, but a deadbeat. Dill hadn’t called anyone her father before so hearing her take to Opie was comforting. 

“I’m here.” Opie’s voice was raspy and still half asleep as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “Yay!!!!” Dillon’s high pitch scream made everyone in the kitchen flinch. Her footsteps were heavy as she ran on the tile towards Opie practically begging to be picked up. 

“Mornin’ kiddo.” Opie now had the girl in his arms as Jo approached him. 

“Coffee.” She mumbled up at him raising the mug up his chest before he leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. It wasn’t quick, but it wasn’t an overly PDA type of kiss either, just inviting enough that Jo melted into him, resting her head on his when they pulled away. 

“Thank you.” He mumbled back. 

“Ewwwwww!” Dillon’s face scrunched up before Jax and Abel were joining in. 

“Ewww is right!” The Teller brother stood up from the table and stuck his tongue out at the 3 of them. 

Joanne shook her head before turning back around to take Nicolette from her brother’s arms. “We’ll get out of your hair, thanks for letting us crash.” She was already gathering up her things, feeling as though her and the kids overstayed their welcome knowing that since Opie and Jax were back extra protection or lockdown wasn’t needed. 

“Wait.” Jax said, pouring his own cup of coffee now. “Tara and I were talkin’, we were thinking maybe we could go up to the cabin? Get away for a bit? Just the family.” 

Jo looked over at Opie to read his response, he stared back at her and shrugged and matched that with a curious frown insinuating he would be down. 

“Are we going somewhere, Daddy?” Abel’s head was barely above the table as he spoke. 

“We gotta ask Auntie Jo, can you give her your best pretty please face?” 

Abel’s face turned to a pout as he poked his lip out, silently pleading with the woman. Soon enough, Dillon was joining in, a little more loudly than Abel. 

“Pretty pretty please Mommy! I wanna go on adventure time with Uncle Jax!” Her feet were kicking against Opie’s side as her excitement built, causing him to let a chuckle out as he placed her down on the ground. 

Jax bent down so he was eye level with his eldest niece, “You know, up at the cabin on the trails, I found this place that looks like it’s from a fairytale.” His voice was exaggerated as he spoke to the little girl, his eyebrows wiggling up and down to entice her even more. 

Her face lit up and then immediately turned back to look at Opie and Jo. Jax was now making a pouting face to match Abel behind the girl. “Pleaseeee” They both whined. 

“Alright, yes, yes, we’ll go.” Joanne caved which earned her a running hug that pushed her back a couple steps, Opie was quick to grab the baby out of her hands, resting her in his one hand and using his other arm to steady his fiancé. 

“I gotta shower,” Opie announced, his hand still on Joanne, “pack up some stuff, think we can meet at the clubhouse in an hour?” He head bounced from Jo to Jax who was now glancing at Tara, checking in with her. 

She nodded, “Yea that works for us, we can stop for groceries on the way up.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” Jax’s grin grew back on his face as he walked his sister and the family out. 

As Opie was strapping the kids into the car and loading up the few bags Jo brought over earlier, Jax threw his arm over Jo. 

“You know, I’m happy for you.” He genuinely said. 

“Is that what all this is? An engagement celebration?” Her eyes stayed on Opie and the kids. 

“Something like that.” Jax’s mouth raised like he was hiding something behind his smile. 

“You wanna tell me? Or just gonna keep me in the dark.” 

“We’re getting out, Jo. Me. Tara. Opie. You. The kids. We’ve got one more thing to wrap up and then we’re out. I did it.” His voice was hopeful, it was happy. Jo felt like she was staring at her 18 year old brother again, fresh into the club, the world at his fingertips feeling like he could do anything. Jo was more realistic, and she had a feeling that Tara was too since her energy didn’t match Jax’s as much. But it didn’t hurt to let Jax have this, he deserved it even if it was likely it’d only be for a short amount of time. Jo nodded and tried her best to put a convincing smile on her face. Her head fell on his shoulder and her gaze moved back on Opie who was loading in the last bag now. 

“Fairytale, huh?” Jo asked, referring to what he said to Dillon earlier.

“Huh?” Jax’s face fell immediately, feeling like his sister was questioning what he just told her. 

“You were talking about the wildflower field and that stone cottage half a mile out from the cabin, right?” Her head was still resting on his shoulder despite his tenseness. 

At her comment, he took a deep breath, releasing the rigid feeling in his chest. “Yea, where Dad used to take us.” 

“You gonna tell them the story about the fairies?” Joanne smirked remembering the story their dad would tell them every time they wandered back there. 

“Fairies?” Jax frowned and looked down at his older sister. “It was trolls.” 

“It was definitely fairies.” Joanne crossed her arms as Jax removed his arm from her shoulder. 

“You’re really gonna argue with me on this?” Jax was shocked that she didn’t back down. 

“It’s not arguing if I’m right.” Joanne touted waiting for his response. 

“It was elves.” Opie’s voice interrupted the both of them. “He used to say that elves owned the land and that he made a deal with them, I remember because Piney used to tell us that they were the ones who made our toys at Christmas so when we were at the cabin we had to be on our best behavior since they were watchin’ us.” 

Jax and Jo stood dumbfounded and corrected. Jax shook his head in disbelief before hugging them both goodbye. 

“Well, I guess we’ll let Opie tell the story.”

[drabbles-mc]

Playing It Cool But She's Lying

Opie Winston x OFC (Chris Teller)

Inspired by the song Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers

Warnings: language, alcohol, pre-canon AU, Young Opie who isn't completely dead inside

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: I've had this fic pictured vividly in my head for what feels like the longest time and it still fought me every step of the way as I tried to put it down on paper. But it's done! It's here! I'm so relieved lmao. I have such a Big Fic planned for Opie and Chris but writing this in the meantime was just so fun. Idk, I love the idea of Opie in his super early 20's and not being so sullen all the time. Let the man have some fun. 🥰 Also, shout-out to @garbinge for listening to me ramble for hours about this fic and these two in general. They wouldn't be here without you. 💖

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Chris was rooting around the cupboards of Gemma’s kitchen, looking for something to snack on while she figured out what to do with the rest of her night. Her usual avenues for Friday night plans were all out of the question. The club took off earlier in the evening which meant that she didn’t have Jax and Opie to bother the way that she normally would. A handful of her friends from school had left town a few weeks before when college was back in session, and Opie’s sister Veronica was out of town for the weekend visiting Mary’s family. Charming wasn’t exactly a town known for being busy, but it had been a long time since Chris felt like it was such a boring spot to be.

The only upshot of it all was that with the club being out on business, Gemma would be staying at T-M and the clubhouse longer than usual to make sure everything was alright. On more than one occasion Chris tried to tell Gemma that things were much more likely to go wrong when all of the guys were on the compound, but the message never seemed to go over well. Either way, Chris had the house to herself for the night and she figured that if there was nothing else to do, she might as well take advantage of it.

She was halfway to climbing up onto the counter to reach the top shelf when she heard a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. More confused than anything else, she went and peeked out the front window to see who it could be. Last she heard, only the prospect for left behind and it wasn’t as though he would have any reason to be stopping by.

Her confusion only intensified when she saw that it was Opie rolling into the driveway. When she heard the door shut and the sound of his boots on the floor, she beat him to the punch and called something out into the house before he could.

“I thought you were supposed to be long gone,” she said with a laugh from the kitchen.

She heard Opie chuckling as he made his way to where she was. When he walked into the kitchen, Chris was perched comfortably up on the counter with a can of soda in her hand. Opie shook his head, not commenting on the fact that she was choosing to sit on the counter rather than the multitude of chairs around Gemma’s table.

Opening the fridge, he grabbed his own can of soda. “I thought I was supposed to be, too.”

She laughed. “What’d they do? Downgrade you back to prospect?”

“Might as well have,” he said as he popped the top on his soda can. “I’m ‘on probation’.” He threw air quotes around it to emphasize his sarcasm.

Chris nodded, not even trying to hide how funny she found the whole idea of it all. She didn’t even know what probation would really mean in the context of the MC. Apparently it meant Opie wouldn’t be going on runs with them or any of the fun stuff for a little bit. She sort of felt bad because she knew it mattered to him, but she also knew that it wasn’t as though it was going to last forever. They’d need him again in no time.

Without a word, she hopped down from the counter and started walking towards her room. Opie watched her for a moment, and when he realized that she wasn’t actually going to extend him an invitation, he started to follow her down the hallway regardless.

Just as he crossed the threshold of her room, Chris was flopping down onto the beanbag chair that she had tucked in the corner opposite of her bed. Opie couldn’t believe that she hadn’t broken or gotten rid of the thing yet—she’d had it for years and it showed with how worn out it was. He’d called her out on it once and her immediate response was, “Just because it’s ugly, doesn’t make me like it any less—kinda like you,” and then he never brought it up again.

Rather than going and sitting on her bed, Opie walked over to the small desk she had pushed against the wall by her bedroom window, the same window that she had definitely climbed out of on more than one occasion to sneak off with Opie and his sister, and sat down in the spinning chair that went with it. It was a miracle that he fit in it, but he managed. He stretched his legs out and swayed the chair back and forth as they both sat there.

“Finally got the house to yourself and you’re not even gonna throw a party?” Opie asked with a chuckle.

Chris rolled her eyes. “Gemma isn’t gonna be gone that long.”

“So you’re just gonna sit around and do nothing?”

“Hey, listen, you’re the one who came to see me. So if I’m doing nothing, you’re dong even less than that.” She paused. “Why didn’t you go with V to visit Mary and everyone?”

“Oh, uh, because I didn’t want to.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You’re such an asshole.”

He shot her a small smirk and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s in the genes. Besides,” he took a sip of his soda, “V’s always been Mary’s favorite anyway.”

“Yea, mine too, but we all gotta settle sometimes, you know?” she joked.

“Alright,” he said as he rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed and failing.

“It’s unfortunate for you and Jax that both of you have younger sisters who are objectively cooler and better than you in every possible way. I’m,” she laughed, “I’m truly sorry for your loss.”

Opie was only able to keep a straight face for a moment before he broke and started laughing. “You don’t sound very sorry.”

The two of them moved onto other things. They talked a little about the club, but he never stayed on that topic with her for long. He’d known her his whole life and yet he never really felt like he was in the position to just sit down with her and ask her point-blank what her actual problem with it was. Even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like it was the right kind of night for that anyway. He listened to her rant about Gemma, the two of them talked about Jax, and they ran the whole gamut of their usual conversation topics before they finally hit a lull in the conversation.

When things had been quiet for a couple minutes, Chris looked over at Opie, who was still parked in her tiny desk chair, toying with the now-empty soda can in his hands. She watched him for a moment before saying, “We should go out.”

He choked on the breath he had been taking. “What?”

“Yea! We should go out tonight! I don’t wanna spend my entire Friday night sitting here with you.”

He chuckled, sitting himself upright in the chair. “Thanks.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.” She stood up from the beanbag chair and stretched. “Come on—I know a place.”

“You know a place?” he asked, doubt written on his face.

“Oh fuck off, like you know any places that aren’t the clubhouse.” She paused and waited for him to either argue or agree with the plan. “It’ll be fun! I promise.”

Opie looked her up and down, wondering where exactly they could be going that could be that much fun if she was planning on going there in one of Jax’s old hoodies and a pair of cutoff shorts. Still, he knew that it wasn’t as though he had much else to do. He could either do whatever it was that Chris was scheming up in her head, or he could go sit at home and do a whole lot of nothing by himself.

“Alright, fine,” he finally conceded.

Her whole face lit up. “Amazing.” She pulled him up out of the chair and started shooing him towards the door. “Now get out so I can change.”

Opie allowed himself to be pushed out of the room, shaking his head with a small smile as Chris all but slammed the door shut behind him. He waited in the hallway, leaned back against the wall opposite of her bedroom door, curious to see what he was about to get himself into.

When Chris opened the door back up a couple minutes later, she had completely changed. Her hair was down, long dirty blonde waves falling over her shoulders. She had traded in Jax’s hoodie for a snug black tank top, and her cutoffs for a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She was pulling her boots on as she braced herself against the door. Despite the fact that she was completely off-kilter as she got her shoes on, she still looked over at Opie with a smile.

“Alright. You ready?”

He chuckled, shrugging as he watched her finally get herself back upright again. “Are you?”

“Pfft,” she waved him off as she stepped out and started going down the hallway, “I was born ready, Ope.”

“Right,” he said, sarcasm dripping from the word.

He watched as Chris grabbed the jacket that she always wore anytime she was on the back of someone’s bike. It was usually his of Jax’s, but every now and then if things got chaotic last-minute she’d have to catch a ride with Tig or Chibs. Despite not having her own, she was no stranger to motorcycles.

Opie went to grab his kutte off the back of one of the chairs around the dining room table when Chris spoke up. “You can leave that.”

He looked back over at her, clearly perplexed. “What?”

“Your kutte,” she said as she grabbed her helmet, “you can leave it.”

He looked back and forth between her face and the helmet in her hand. “Sorry, did you get a bike of your own that I don’t know about?”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, but you won’t need your kutte where we’re going.” She saw the apprehension on his face. “Come on, Opie, just be a normal guy with a motorcycle for once. The girls will be all over you.”

“Oh, well, you didn’t mention there was gonna be girls,” he joked as he reluctantly left his kutte on the chair and headed for the door behind Chris.

He trailed behind her as they both walked out of the house and down the driveway towards his bike. It had been a long time since it was just the two of them doing something together. It was the nature of the club, and also having siblings, that there was rarely any alone time to be had. Everything was always done in groups. Chris had plenty of solo time with Jax, and so did Opie, but it wasn’t often anymore that the two of them ever really spent time together without Jax or someone else around.

“You’re really committed to the full-face helmet, huh?” Opie asked her with a knowing grin as he swung his leg over his bike.

“Um, yea,” she said as she climbed on behind him, “because one of these days I just fuckin’ know you or Jax is gonna wipe out while I’m on the back of this thing and I don’t wanna mess up my whole face because you guys don’t know how to ride.”

“Big talk coming from someone who actually doesn’t know how to ride,” he retorted as he clipped the strap of his helmet underneath his chin.

“I know how to ride!” she said, clearly offended as she pulled her helmet on.

“You rode once like three years ago,” he told her with a laugh. “Doesn’t count.”

Even though he couldn’t see it, Chris rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Are you ready?”

“Yea,” he said, letting the bike roar to life, “just tell me which way to go.”

Opie followed Chris’s instructions with a blind faith that he wouldn’t have had in many other people in the same position. There was no hesitation in her directions, though. Wherever they were going, she clearly knew the way there. There was a moment, about ten minutes into their ride, that had Opie wondering if she was just going to have him going in circles. He thought maybe she was just looking for a good excuse to climb onto the back of his bike. But then they crossed the border out of Charming and he realized that she definitely had a destination in mind, but he had no idea what it was.

“Take this right up here,” Chris pointed down the street to the next stoplight, “and then you’ll see it.”

“See what?” Opie said as he rolled up to the stoplight, leaning into the turn with ease.

She laughed, squeezing herself a little tighter to him when she felt the tension in his body. “Relax, Ope. We’re not rolling up to fight club or anything.”

When he rolled a few yards down the street, he saw the place that Chris must’ve been talking about. He let out a laugh that was more sarcastic than anything else. “I think,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the club, “I’d prefer fight club.”

She lightly slapped the back of his shoulder. “Oh shut up. It’s gonna be fun!”

Opie parked the bike, allowing Chris to hop off before he did. He watched as she took her helmet off and shook out her hair. He hung his helmet on the handlebar, looking back and forth between Chris and the neon signs that were lighting up the dark windows of the club.

“Can you even get in here?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“Fuck you, first of all,” she said with a laugh. “Second of all,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a driver’s license that had her face but definitely not any of her real information on it, “I have a fake.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Opie said with a quiet laugh as he snatched the card from her hand to inspect it. He looked up at her, an amused look on his face. “Really? Rose?”

She burst out laughing as she took it back. “Thought it would be a funny little fuck you to Gemma,” she started walking towards the club, “not that she’ll ever know about it.”

Opie fell into stride beside her. “How do you even know about this place?”

Chris shot him a disbelieving look. “What? Did you think that all those nights me, and V, and all our friends didn’t go to the clubhouse with you guys we just sat at home feeling sorry for ourselves?”

“I mean…yea, kinda.” He laughed as she shoved him and he hardly stumbled half a step. “Guess I never thought about it.”

“Sometimes,” she told him as they walked up the few steps to the club door, “it’s nice to be out of Charming where everyone knows everything about you.”

Opie was about to try and come back with something smart when the bouncer at the door greeted them. The burly man made Opie seem small, and he was sitting on a stool just outside the door. Still, the man flashed a warm smile at Chris as she handed over her ID.

“Hey, Rose.”

“Hey, Benny,” she said as she beamed at him.

He looked Opie up and down as he handed over his ID, one that didn’t have to be fake. “Brought a friend, huh?” he asked as he looked over the card in his hands.

“Yea,” Chris said with a laugh. “Finally got him out of the house.”

He handed the card back to Opie, only looking at him for a second before diverting his attention back to Chris. “Have a good time.”

“Always do!” she said, a little more pep in her voice than usual as she took Opie’s hand in her own and dragged him through the doorway.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Opie leaned down so he could speak quietly enough just for Chris to hear. “They know you here?”

She was practically cackling as they made their way towards the bar. “How’s it feel to not be the famous one?”

She couldn’t see the look on his face as he allowed himself to be pulled through the clusters of people in the club. He was thankful for that, though, because he could feel the stupid grin that was on his face and he couldn’t quite manage to wipe it off. It was ridiculous, and he knew that it was, but he couldn’t help it.

“Man,” Chris said with a laugh as they got right up to the bar so that they could order their drinks, “I should’ve brought you a long time ago.” She turned and looked up at him. “Getting up here has never been so easy.”

“Being a foot taller than almost everyone in here helps,” he joked.

The two of them ordered their first round of drinks, and Opie finally took a moment to look around while they waited for the bartender to make them. The club wasn’t an overly large spot. It was comparable in size to the clubhouse only instead of being set up for five different things, the entire space other than the bar was dedicated to a dancefloor with the exception of a few tables on the perimeter of it all. The music was loud, the lighting low for the most part except for the scattered colored lights everywhere. It certainly wasn’t anything like the clubhouse. However, as he looked down at Chris and watched her watching everything unfolding around them, he realized it was exactly the type of place that she liked to be.

“I hope you know,” she said, pausing for a moment as she took a sip of her drink through the small straw that was in it, “that you’re going to have to dance with me.”

He raised his eyebrows, unable to stop himself from laughing. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh,” she laughed, leaning back so that she was propped up against the bar, “I definitely think so.” She saw the look on his face and argued before he could say anything else. “You can’t come to a club and not dance!”

“I didn’t know we were going to a club!” he said with a laugh.

“But here we are!” She gestured around like she was showing him the most lovely thing in the world. “So now you gotta dance with me.”

“Chris…”

“Opie…” she mocked his tone back to him. She finished off her drink and set the glass on top of the bar before stepping in closer to Opie. “Come on. You don’t know anyone here! I promise I won’t tell anyone in Charming if you’re a terrible dancer.”

He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”

“I’ll make a scene,” she said immediately with a laugh. “Trust me, I’ll get Benny over here, tell him you broke my heart.”

He rolled his eyes. “You really are Gemma’s fuckin’ kid,” he said with a shake of his head. With a deep sigh, he finished off his drink as well. “Fine. Let’s go.” He saw the look of excitement on her face and cut it short before she could get too carried away. He held up his pointer finger, “One dance. That’s it.”

She laughed as she grabbed his hands in her own, walking backwards as she pulled him towards the dancefloor. “We’ll see!”

It wasn’t Opie’s scene at all. He knew it, Chris knew it, hell pretty much anyone who looked at him probably knew it. But it almost didn’t matter. He couldn’t remember the last time that he saw Chris having such a good time. He wondered briefly if this was what she was always like when she was away from the club and all the chaos that came with her family. She wasn’t quite a different person, per se, but she definitely seemed more at ease with herself. He wished that he could say that he felt the same.

Chris saw the apprehension all over his face and she had to laugh. She knew for a fact that some of the things that he had to do to get into and keep his place in the MC were much more daunting than dancing with her in a club full of people, and yet he was practically frozen to his spot.

Taking his hands again, she pulled him close so that his arms wrapped around her waist. He almost stumbled, not ready for the sudden closeness. No one would’ve been able to hear Chris’s laughter above the sound of the music, but with her body pressed right up against his, he could feel her laughter without having to hear it.

They both knew that Opie wasn’t a good dancer. Opie had a lot of things going for him, but rhythm wasn’t one of them. He’d only ever used all that height and muscle for fighting, for whatever brute force tasks needed to be done at T-M and for the MC. He never really had to be graceful, or any approximation of that.

Once he realized that Chris wasn’t just playing some elaborate prank, that she wasn’t going to throw him into the wolves and leave him alone, he tried his best to relax and ease into it. He was only partially successful. He tried to relax into the fact that his hands were on Chris’s hips, that hers were resting right in the crook of where his neck met his shoulders. With the heat of the club, Opie thought that the last thing he would want was to be so close to another person, but there was something surprisingly comfortable about having Chris’s body pressed so closely to his.

They’d only been on the dancefloor for a couple minutes when Chris interlocked her hands behind Opie’s neck and pulled her down so that she could talk to him and he would actually hear it. She had one hand rested on the back of his neck, one on his shoulder as she brought her lips closer to his ear.

There was laughter in her voice as she said, “You can loosen up, Ope.”

He chuckled and shook his head, trying not to think about how suddenly her being so close felt so different than any other time the two of them had been in tight quarters together. “This is as loose as I’m gonna get.”

She laughed, leaning her forehead against his shoulder for a moment while she did.  When she finally lifted her head, tilting her chin so she could look up at Opie, she said, “It’s okay if you’re actually having fun, you know.”

He tensed up for a second, opening his mouth to argue, but then he realized that there was no point. The serious expression faded from his face and he allowed himself a small smile. “I know.”

She beamed up at him. “Good.”

She finally let him stand back completely upright. After that, he was still a little tense, and still extremely awkward on the dancefloor, but he was at least smiling and following Chris’s lead. Both of them were laughing as she moved her hands from his shoulders down to hips and tried to guide him into having some rhythm. It wasn’t successful but it certainly was funny. The sound of their laughter got lost in the music and the vibration of the bass throughout the club, but they still felt it.

While Chris had told Opie that he only owed her one dance, it was more than clear to Opie as soon as they got out onto the floor that it was going to be much more than that. It was a daunting thought at the start, but after a few songs and a few more drinks, he couldn’t deny that he was actually having a good time. Gun to his head, he’d never admit it to Jax or any of the other guys in the club. But when it was just him and Chris and a bunch of people who had no idea who he was, he allowed himself to enjoy it.

They were both standing by the bar, finishing off what Opie was assuming were their last drinks. Chris was practically glowing, a sheen of sweat across her forehead and a warmth to her face that was either caused by the heat of the club, the alcohol, or maybe both. The smile on her face as she set her empty glass down on the bar stretched from one side of the face to the other.

She gestured back to the dancefloor. “One more?”

Opie chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m way past my limit.” He saw the exaggerated look of disappointment on her face and gave a good-natured roll of his eyes. “You said just one anyway. So, really—”

“Alright, alright,” she cut him off with a laugh as she waved her hand dismissively. “Fine. You win.”

“I don’t know if that’s what I’d call it.”

“What’s more of a win than spending your whole night with me, hm?” She leaned against him, batting her eyelashes for extra dramatic effect.

“Mhm,” he hummed as he shook his head at her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the direction that would take them both to the door of the club. “Let’s get you home.”

The two of them made their way through the clusters of people who were still on the dance floor, the stragglers who were just getting to the club. Opie was walking behind Chris, but she was still reaching back, keeping one of her hands tucked in his so that they didn’t get separated by any of the pushy people who’d had far too much to drink.

The same bouncer who had been there on their way in was still there on their way out, but he was too busy getting into it with someone who had gotten far more drunk than either Opie or Chris for her to be able to say any kind of goodbye on their way out. Chris hardly noticed the whole scene that was unfolding just outside the door of the club, but Opie watched as they walked by, unable to wipe the amused expression off of his face. It was nice to go somewhere and not be the person getting in trouble, or being the best friend of the person getting in trouble.

It felt eerily quiet in the parking lot after spending the last few hours in the deafening noise of the club. When Chris laughed as they walked towards Opie’s bike, it sounded so much louder than it actually was with the absence of all the background noise that they’d previously been drowning in. He noticed that she let go of his hand once her feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot. He couldn’t stop the frown that appeared on his face the second her hand fell back to her own side.

When she got over to his bike, Chris stopped and turned around so that she was facing Opie. There was still a warm glow to her cheeks as she stood there waiting for Opie. He left a bit of a gap between them, more than he’d been able to in the club because of all the people. Needing some breathing space after being packed like sardines inside would’ve been the reason that he gave if anyone had asked him why he was standing farther away than normal. The real reason, though, was that despite having all the room in the world to put between them, there was something in his head that was telling him to stay that close to her, a part of his brain that hadn’t ever spoken up in the past. He didn’t have the time to try and figure out why things felt so different now.

Despite the effort to leave a gap between them, Chris closed the distance so that she was right in front of Opie, head tilted back so she could look up at him. “Where to next?”

“What, you don’t have more planned?” he replied with a chuckle.

“I mean,” she laughed with a roll of her eyes, “I’m sure I could some up with something.” She took a small step back towards his bike. “Or you could just bring me home.”

“You’re gonna try to sneak past Gemma when you’re like this?”

“Oh, fuck no,” Chris said, shaking her head and laughing. She pointed at him. “I’m crashing at your place.”

He sighed. “Chris.”

“Come on, don’t make me face Gemma like this. Because then,” she leaned back against his bike, “I’m gonna have to throw you under the bus too.”

Reaching past her, Opie grabbed her helmet off the bike and set it into her hands. “Put your damn helmet on.” He tried to sound annoyed as he said it, but Chris knew better, as evidenced by the grin on her face as she pulled her helmet on and climbed onto the back of the bike behind him.

Chris’s arms were looped tight around Opie’s waist as they peeled out of the parking lot and onto the street. She was giving him directions to get back home as she kept herself velcroed to him. Despite the fact that the air had cooled considerably in the time that they’d been inside, and that the wind was whipping past them while they rode, Opie couldn’t help but feel all of the warmth that was seeping from Chris’s body into his. His entire back and where her arms were looped snugly around his torso all felt warm even with the chill around them. He fought to stay focused on the road and her directions as his mind tried to wander.

Soon enough, they were back in familiar territory and Opie was bringing them back to the apartment that he shared with Jax. Chris didn’t come over and visit often, mostly because things seemed to be better with her and Jax if they were only around each other in small doses. But he wasn’t going to be back with the club until late the next day, if not the day after that, so it wasn’t like he’d be able to give Chris or Opie any grief about her staying there.

As soon as Opie unlocked and opened the door, Chris strode into the apartment, looking around as Opie flipped on the lights. Nothing had really changed since the last time she’d visited—it wasn’t as though Opie and Jax were all that into decorating and interior design. Still, even though nothing had changed, now it was just Chris and Opie, and Chris was just drunk enough to be in the mood to make fun of their place.

“The infamous Bachelor Pad,” Chris said with a laugh as she kicked off her shoes. She turned to look at Opie as she shrugged off her coat. “Surprised I didn’t burst into flames when I walked through the door.”

Opie rolled his eyes. “Don’t talk like you’ve never been here before.”

“Yea, but,” she laughed as she flopped back onto the sofa in their living room, “I don’t know, it’s different.”

He walked over so he was standing beside the couch looking down at her. “It’s really not.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”

She allowed him to pull her up off the couch, managing not to topple into him once she was upright. Without another word, he started to walk towards his room and even though he didn’t tell her to, she followed him. He walked into his bedroom before her, turning on the light as he did.

Chris lingered in the doorway for a moment and looked around at the mostly-empty space. He had a dresser, and a bed, and a beat-up nightstand she was fairly certain he must’ve picked up for free on the side of the road at some point. The top of the nightstand was cluttered with almost-empty water bottles and empty bags of chips. The walls had a few different motorcycle posters tacked to them, but not much else. It was exactly what Chris pictured his room looking like—a slightly nicer version of the dorms at the clubhouse.

She walked in and sat down on the edge of Opie’s bed, watching him as he went over and opened the drawer of his dresser. He pawed around in it for a few seconds before pulling out an old t-shirt of his and tossing it to her without warning. He laughed as she floundered to catch it at the last second.

“You can crash in here,” he said as he grabbed a change of clothes for himself. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She shook her head as she stood back up. “No, stop. Come on, you can sleep in your own bed, Ope. It’s fine.”

“Gonna go wreck Jax’s room?” he asked with a laugh.

She smiled and shook her head. “That does sound like a good idea. But no.” She turned and looked at his bed. “This shit is big enough for two.”

“Yea, but—”

“Don’t be weird,” was all she said to him as she walked out of the room and to the bathroom to change.

When she came back into the room, Opie had changed and was sitting on one side of the bed. He glanced over the second he heard her in the doorway. A small, warm smile crossed over his face as he looked at her. She was wearing his t-shirt and had clearly gone into Jax’s room and stolen a pair of his shorts. Nothing fit her quite right and her hair was a mess but Opie suddenly couldn’t stop watching her with a smile on his face.

Walking over to the side of the bed that Opie wasn’t sitting on, Chris peeled the covers back and laid down on the mattress, immediately pulling the blanket up to her chin. She rolled onto her side so that she was looking at Opie. There was a tiredness in her eyes that hadn’t been there all night, but she was still smiling.

“Thank you for tonight, by the way,” she said quietly as she tried to fight back a yawn.

Opie nodded, watching as she fought the urge to close her eyes. “No problem.”

“I promise,” she rolled so that she was facing away from him as she got more comfortable, “I won’t tell the guys that you actually had a good time dancing.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Appreciate it.”

It was only a matter of a couple minutes until Chris was fast asleep, the sound of her breathing unmistakably soft and even. Opie hadn’t even gotten up to turn the light off yet and she was comfortably passed out on the opposite side of the mattress from him. Opie turned and looked over at her for a moment. Her back was still to him, but she looked so small curled up and buried underneath his comforter. In direct opposition to Chris’s calm, steady breathing, Opie could feel his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.

Shaking his head at himself, he got up from his bed and went over to shut off the light. He knew it probably wouldn’t make any different, wouldn’t quiet his mind at all, but he still hoped. Once the room was cast back into darkness, he carefully stepped his way back over to the bed and slipped underneath the covers as well.

Laying on his back, he stared up at his ceiling, eyes open even in the dark. The entire night played over again in his head. Part of him enjoyed it, thinking back on everything that had happened, how good and how easy it all felt. There was something different about the closeness, and while in the moment it had felt comfortable, or even right, now the thought of it was sending him into a complete spiral. He wondered if any of it meant anything—Chris inviting him in the first place, how comfortably she kept herself so close to him, the fact that when he wasn’t overthinking every single thing he was saying and doing he was actually having one of the best nights he’d had in a long time. He wondered if it was going to change anything. He wondered if there was really any reason for things to change. Or maybe he was reading it all completely wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

But something was definitely different now.

Turning his head, he strained his eyes to try and make out Chris’s sleeping form in the dark. He could still hear the level sound of her breathing. Clearly everything that had happened hadn’t affected her that much. If something had changed, it must’ve been him.

He turned his head so that he was looking back up at the ceiling. He was just beginning to force his eyes closed when Chris turned in her sleep. She shifted around a little on the mattress, her legs brushing against Opie’s for a moment as she got situated in her sleep. Opie felt like he was frozen in place until she stopped moving. Even when she was sleeping happily on the other side of the mattress from him, he still had to force himself to relax, and try not to think about the gap between them.

[findroleplay]

Hi I'm 33 female writer looking for any 18+ writing partners for discord for the Sons Of Anarchy and Charlie Hunnam fandom. I only double up for roleplay.

I am looking for a Jax Teller or Opie Winston to rp against my OC. Other ships I will roleplay for you.

Jax Teller x OC

Opie Winston x OC

Opie x Lyla

Clay x OC

Gemma x OC

Jax x Wendy

Chibs x OC

Juice x OC

Dr. Alan Mcmichael (Crimson Peak) x OC

William Miller (Triple Frontier) x OC

Stanley Kaminski (Jungleland) x OC

Ray (The Gentlemen) x OC

Shantaram (Lin Ford) x OC

Raleigh (Pacific Rim) x OC

Nicholas Nickleby x OC

I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion.

If interested and serious just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you.

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[mybulletyourlove]

NEW BOOK!!!!

Fallen Star • tig trager

"𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕"

It was impossible not to fall for him. He was everything she could have wanted and more. Her heart had belonged to him for years whether she liked to admit it or not. And maybe coming back home was all it took for her to realize it. Or maybe she had known it all along.

tig trager x female original character

[starstealers]

sons of anarchy blurb ideas

so, I’ve been thinking about writing blurbs for sons of anarchy for awhile, It will high school student, jax teller, opie winston and oc/reader. any sort of feedback is more than welcome

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Welcome to the Neighborhood -- Ch.2~

Moodboard made by me: @badwolf-in-the-impala. Pics aren’t mine but the editing is.

A/N: Here it is y’all! The second chapter of mine and @jacksonroth‘s SOA collab! I hope everyone enjoyed reading the first Chapter, and that you’re excited to keep following this story! As stated before, we will be alternating chapters, so previous chapter links will be linked below! New chapters will be posted EVERY Monday! Happy reading ^-^ 

Warnings: Shameless flirting

Word count: 4,406

Chapter 1 

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Within the hour, Harper and Kacey were unpacking the van along with the guys into their garage. When Gemma began asking what rooms the boxes went to, they were quick to shut down her unspoken request. To compensate, Gemma invited the girls over for a little club party she was having at her house the next night. Once they agreed and got rid of Gemma, now they had to face the guys.

“You ladies sure we can’t help out anymore?” Tig asked with a smirk. Juice and Jax exchanged a look and snickered while Opie shook his head and smirked. Harper smirked as she sat on top of her dresser while Kacey stood from setting down the final box. She turned to him and smirked, after tossing a glance back to her sister.

“We’re sure. We can take it from here.” She said, taking a few steps closer, as she added, “But if we need anymore help with any, um, lifting? You’ll be our first call.”

Harper snickered and shook her head as Tig smirked at Kacey while she walked away, going to lean on the dresser next to Harper. “Seriously. We can finish. Thanks for helping us out though.” Harper said, jumping down from her spot and going to Jax as Opie rounded the guys up, back into the van. Jax smiled and slipped an arm around her neck as she and Kacey walked with him to the driver’s side.

“No problem, darlin’. It’s what we do.” He said, removing his arm as he opened the door. “Just think of us as your Friendly Neighborhood Biker Boys.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Harper said, closing the door after Jax got in. She leaned against the door, folding her arms over the window and said, “Let me know about that estimate ASAP? I’m gonna need to find a job quick.”

Jax chuckled and nodded as he started the car, then leaned back in his seat. “Oh, for sure. Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just get settled and I’ll give you a call.”

“Or we’ll see you at the club when you have to escape the clutches of Mama Gemma.” Tig said, piping up from the back as he leaned forward between Jax and Opie. Opie pushed him back and chuckled as Kacey giggled.

“Oh, come on. She’s not that bad.” Kacey glanced at her sister with a smirk and said, “We’ve endured worse.”

Harper shook her head and pushed off from the door, taking a step back. “See ya.” She said. Jax smirked as he put the car in gear, offering her a wink and a smile before they took off down the street. Harper sighed and followed Kacey back into the garage, closing it once they were both inside. Once the door shut, both sisters stood in place and looked at each other before sharing a groan, then began to haul boxes in.

“Let’s start with the kitchen.” Harper said, lifting a box labeled ‘Plates-Bowls’. Kacey nodded and grabbed another box, then followed her sister inside. They spent the better part of an hour and a half unpacking their kitchen and living room before they went to Harper’s room. When Kacey set down the last of Harper’s boxes, she stood, sighed, and said, “Do you really think we should be doing this?”

“Unpacking?” Harper asked, pulling out a few framed pictures and setting them on her dresser. She paused a moment, then looked at her sister and said, “Yeah.”

“Piss off.” Kacey said, annoyed, as she opened the box. “I meant with the club. Come on, Harper, you can’t tell me this is a smart thing to do.”

“Kay.” Harper sighed and turned to her, leaning against the dresser and watching as Kacey started hanging clothes in the closet. “I didn't know the Sons ran out of Charming. Nico never said anything about where they were. You know he didn't tell me everything about their business.”

“Yeah, but still.” Kacey sighed, shaking her head. She stood, facing the closet, and ran both her hands through her hair before turning to Harper. “This isn’t a good idea. If Nico and Bastien come looking for us...It won’t end well and we could end up getting everyone killed...Again.”

“That was not our fault!” Harper said, straightening and pointing a finger at her. “That little bitch Sara had it coming. This is her fault not ours. And besides, it was one guy, Kacey. Jesus. Stop being so dramatic.”

Harper turned and bent to open another box of clothes. As she leaned back to sit down and begin folding, Kacey said, “That doesn’t matter! I started the fight and you’re my sister! You retaliated for me and that’s when shit went-”

“Kacey, enough!” Harper shrieked, turning to her and glaring at her. “It happened, it’s over, no one else fucking died. Stop being dramatic about this. If they find out who we are, their feelings of kindness toward us can change real quick. We wanted a fresh start, Kay. This is it. We screw this up, and it’s fucking over.”

Kacey gave a small huff, but knew her sister was right. She finished putting the clothes in the closet and left her sister to her own devices as she stared on her room, slowly.

~

It was late the following morning when Kacey finally managed to drag herself out of bed and into the shower. Finding a note from Harper taped to the mirror letting her know that she had gone into town to start looking for a job, and that she would meet up with her later before the party at Gemma’s. Kacey groaned outwardly as she discarded the note into the trash, knowing she needed to do the same...job hunting easily falling into her category of least favorite things to do. Meaning this day was going to require coffee, and a lot of it. So after plugging her iPod into the living room stereo and cranking some old 80’s tunes, she fired up the coffee pot and jumped in the shower to begin getting ready for the day.

Kacey had just finished applying a little black eyeliner and mascara after throwing on her favorite jeans and a cropped Def Leppard tank-top. She was in the midst of brushing out her hair as she rocked out to ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’, when a sudden banging sound from the front door caught her attention; causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

She waited a few seconds in hopes that maybe whoever it was would go away, but the knock sounded again; this time a little more aggressively. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest by that point as she ducked out of the bathroom and into her room; grabbing her Colt .38 Super from under her pillow and making her way to the front door.

Kacey cocked the hammer back gently as she moved to peek through the curtain of the side window next to the door, breathing a small sigh of relief when she found Opie standing patiently on the front porch. His attention turning back to the door when he caught the faint sound of the deadbolt being unlocked, a small grin tugging at his lips as Kacey finally opened the door. His hazel eyes drifting briefly to catch sight of the pistol she still held in her in her left hand.

“Expecting company?” He arched a brow curiously as he nodded to weapon. Watching intently as she uncocked the hammer and clicked the safety back into place before tucking it into the back of her jeans.

“Always.” Kacey smirked, leaning inside to turn down the stereo before she leaned a shoulder against the door frame and crossed her arms over her chest; blue eyes studying him carefully.

“Sorry if I startled you.” He apologized. “Jax and I ran into your sister in town. She said you were still home, and probably in need of a lift.”

“No worries.” Kacey chuckled as she pushed away from the door and stepped aside, gesturing for him to come in. “Coffee?” She asked as they rounded the corner into the kitchen and she began searching for what cabinet they put the mugs in.

“Ain’t it a little late in the day for that?” Opie chuckled as he looked up at the clock above the stove that read 12:30pm.

“Ok, first off; it is never too late in the day for coffee...never.” Kacey replied as she finally found the mugs and pulled down two from the shelf before filling them both and handing one to Opie. “Secondly...you don’t like coffee, we can’t be friends.” She smirked.

“Fair enough.” Opie laughed as he accepted the mug from her and took a sip. Things falling silent between them for a moment before he cleared his throat and asked. “So, you almost ready?”

“Yeah.” Kacey nodded as she picked up her mug and started for the hallway. “Just let me grab my vest real quick. She said, disappearing into her bedroom to grab a red plaid over shirt; tugging it on before putting her black leather vest on over it. Slipping on her rings and leather bracelet before returning to the kitchen and finishing off her coffee, making sure to rinse out the empty mugs. Turning the stereo off and locking all the doors before finally heading out to Opie’s truck that sat in the driveway.

“‘85 Dodge Power Ram. Nice.” Kacey mused as they approached the cream and tan colored pick up truck, Opie stopping to open the door for her, a look of surprise on his face.

“You know trucks too?” He asked as he slid into the driver’s seat behind her, noting the sly smirk on her lips as she slid her aviators onto her face and settled into the middle seat.

“I know a thing or two.” She shrugged.

“I’m startin’ to think you know more than just a thing or two.” Opie chuckled as he turned the key, the engine roaring to life as he shifted it into reverse. Using the opportunity to slip his arm behind her as he turned to look over his shoulder while backing the truck out of the driveway.

“I’m full of surprises.” Kacey replied. “We’ll just leave it at that for now.”

“Alright then, Miss full of surprises; where we headed?” Opie asked as he glanced over at her from the corner of his eye.

“The responsible adult in me says to go look for a job...the not so responsible adult in me on the other hand, says to look for the nearest bar.” Kacey laughed. “But, if I don’t at least try and find a job today, Harper will probably kill me...soooo.”

“Responsibility it is.” Opie chuckled as he turned and headed towards town, where they spent the next couple of hours hitting up every place that had a ‘Help Wanted’ sign up in their window. Kacey finally calling it quits after the Sixth or Seventh place in row that declined before asking her to politely leave.

“No luck?” Opie asked as she climbed back into the truck, noting the redness that tinted her ears and slowly crept its way up her chest onto her neck as she struggled to keep her temper in check. Rolling down the passenger side window as she pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a much needed drag and relishing in the rush of nicotine that swept over her; calming her nerves a bit.

“Would you fuckin’ believe it that, ‘apparently’,” She spoke in a mocking tone, making quotation marks with her fingers before ashing her cigarette out the window. “I’m not a people person.”

“You don’t say?” Opie teased, wincing as her fist connected with his arm. “Ow.” He chuckled, rubbing his bicep as she smirked back at him before taking another drag and offering him her pack of smokes as a peace offering.

“Remind me never to piss you off.” He added, passing her smokes back to her. Lighting the cigarette between his lips before backing out of the parking space. Not even attempting to hide his grin as she scooted back across the bench seat into the middle and got comfortable. “So, to the Bar then?” He questioned.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She replied with a fake southern accent, hands flying up over her heart as she feigned a dreamy sigh, tipping her head back onto his shoulder as she batted her lashes up at him; erupting into a fit of giggles at his expression while she pushed her sunglasses back into place and sat up a little.

“Alright Miss Daisy. Calm your shit.” Opie chuckled as he draped his hand over her shoulder. Kacey’s own hand drifting to rest on his thigh in return for the rest of the drive back to the Clubhouse.

~

Things at the Clubhouse were still pretty laid back when Opie and Kacey pulled in. Most of the guys still getting cleaned up and ready for the party later at Gemma’s. But three shots of Jameson and a couple beers later, Kacey found herself behind the bar in a competition to out bartend Half-Sack. The room filled with hoops and hollers as the guys hounded on the poor kid, giving him a ration of shit as he struggled to keep up with her; it obvious that she had more experience behind a bar than he did.

“Oi! It look’s like y’er abou’ ta lose y’er position as Barmaid, there, Sacky mah boy!” Chibs howled with laughter as the rest of the guys following suit, all throwing in their own mix of comments. Kacey shook her head with a chuckle as she shed her plaid overshirt and vest, leaving her in the cropped tank that only gave a glimpse to the number of tattoos she had. Opie having a hard time keeping his gaze off of her as she worked.

“I swear to God, Brother, if you don’t hit that, I’m goin’ to.” Tig stated lowly as he took a seat beside Opie at the bar; blue eyes fixed to Kacey like a vulture that just spotted fresh roadkill. Opie all but shoving Tig off his barstool in return. Tig snickered and stood, straightening his Kutte as he said, “Hey, man. Easy, My Giant. I was only sayin’.”

Tig smirked and offered a playful punch to Opie’s shoulder before he walked away. While the competition continued, outside, Harper rolled into the lot on the back of Jax’s Harley. Harper swung her leg over the bike and removed her helmet as Jax did the same, hanging his off his handlebars before getting off the bike and taking the spare from Harper. She gave him a sweet smile and said, “Thanks for the ride. I did not want to have to get in another taxi.”

Jax chuckled and said, “No problem, darlin’. Your truck should be finished soon. Gemma made us put a rush on it.”

He snickered as Harper rolled her eyes while he slipped an arm around her neck, the both of them walking toward the clubhouse. “Please don’t? I don’t need our only car up and dying on us. We don’t know when our bikes are gonna be here, so we need something.” Harper said as Jax opened the door for her.

“That’s what we told her, but she’s still making it our top priority.” He said. Harper’s next polite decline was cut off as the roar from the guys grew as Kacey raced to stack the beer glasses under the bar, while Half-Sack struggled to pour all his shots before she was done. Kacey damn near broke the last glass as it slammed in place and she cried out, shooting her arms up in the air with a laugh. Cheering erupted from the guys as Half-Sack sighed and leaned against the wall, thankful it was over.

“Oh, dear God.” Harper said, pushing her glasses back into her hair, watching her sister get scooped up and twirled around by Opie before setting her down and the two of them passing out shots. “Tazzy. Sweetie.”

Kacey turned and beamed at her sister, taking a moment to down her shot and Opie’s before bouncing over to her. “Hi! Did you find a job?!” Kacey squeaked, her eyes already tinting red, the reek of whiskey on her breath. Harper scrunched up her nose and took her sister’ arm, leading her to a barstool before she keeled over.

“Jesus, Opie. I said give her a lift not get her lit.” Harper said, with a soft chuckle, as she asked Half-Sack for a glass of water.

“Hey, she said she was good. She’s in good hands here.” Opie said.

“Yeah, yours.” Jax teased. Kacey giggled and said with a hiccup, “Stop worrying, Harps. I’m f-fine.”

“Uh-huh. Did you find a job today?” Harper asked, giving her sister a look and pushing the water toward her as Half-Sack set it down. Chibs descended on the sisters, slipping an arm around Kacey’s neck and said, “Oh, I’m sure Clay woulna mind lettin’ her have a job ‘ere. Natural born barmaid, this one.”

Harper smirked and said, “Natural born? This whore has worked in four different bars. She knows what she’s doing.”

“Hey!...I’m not a whore…” Kacey said, pouting a little. Harper gripped her sister’s chin, lightly, and shook it as she said, “A bar whore. Barbacking for you is like...Well, riding for me. You love it, you’re good at it, and if I were to get paid, I’d make big bucks.”

Harper giggled at her own joke and leaned against the bar. Chibs chuckled and said, “Well, once t’e boss hears about t’is, he’ll probably hire ye on t’e spot.”

“Hey, man, I tried!” Half-Sack called, from down the bar.

“Yeah, and she still creamed ye!” Chibs called, howling in laughter as he joined Juice and Tig at the other end of the bar. Harper held a polite smile and laugh until Chibs was out of earshot, Jax excusing himself to go talk to Opie. Once they were out of earshot, Harper’s smile faded and she leaned closer to Kacey, tugging on her arm and whispering harshly, “Are you fucking insane?!”

Kacey blinked at the sudden movement and looked at her. “What? I got a job.” She said. Harper shook her head.

“At the clubhouse? Are you serious? Did we not just have a discussion last night about the club?!” Harper whispered, glancing around to make sure there were no eavesdroppers. Kacey sighed and leaned her arms on the bar.

“Harper, I’m sorry. But...Harp I was refused at like 10 places today. They took one look at me and then Opie and made up some bullshit excuse about why I wasn’t a good fit.” Kacey said. Harper shook her head and sighed, pushing her hands through her hair in irritation. The last thing they needed was for Kacey to get the job and the club found out about their connections and toss them out on their ass. That was one thing Harper wasn’t willing to risk. “Harper, look. We need the money to pay for the truck and the house. Maybe I can talk to Clay about working on the truck myself that way we don’t have to pay labor, just parts? And I can put in a shit ton of hours here so it compensates.”

“Kace...I-I don’t know about this… What if-” Harper said, her features taking on an extremely worried look. Kacey put a hand on her sisters arm and said, “Harper. You’ve got to trust me. I won’t say anything about Nico and Bastien.”

“Yeah, unless you get too drunk.” Harper said, giving her a look. Kacey gave her one right back and said, “That was once and it was about my embarrassment so can we drop that please?! I’m not gonna fuck up again, Harps! I promise.”

Harper glanced down at Jax and the guys, then back to her sister. “You fuck up and you’re pushing that car, I don’t care how far, if it breaks down again…” She said, giving her a look. Kacey smiled and wrapped her arms around Harper’s neck with a squeal. Harper’s hard exterior cracked and she smiled, hugging her sister back. As they broke apart, Jax came back over to them with a charming smile and said, “Hey, did you girls want a lift back to your place? Me and Opie have to get to Gemma’s a little early to help set up for the party.”

Harper gave him a sweet smile and nodded. “Yeah. Sure, thanks.” She said. Jax smiled and nodded, calling for Opie and telling the girls he’d meet them outside. Kacey grabbed her overshirt and vest from behind the bar and they walked out with Opie to the bikes.

~

Kacey and Harper split off from Jax and Opie as they headed down the street to Gemma’s. Harper quickly jumped in the shower while Kacey changed. Once Harper pulled on her black boots and zipped them up, giving herself a once over in the mirror to make sure everything looked good, she called for Kacey and they both walked down to Gemma’s.

“Just don’t fuckin’ drop the thing, Jackson!” Gemma called as she opened the door. When she turned around and saw the sisters, she smiled and ushered them in. “Hey, you guys made it. How was the first night?”

“Good. I slept good at least.” Harper said with a chuckle. Kacey mimicked her sister, behind her back, and rolled her eyes with a smirk. Harper glanced back at her before turning back to Gemma and said, “Hey, thanks for all the help yesterday. We really appreciate it.”

“Oh, honey. It’s not a problem. If you girls ever run into trouble, just give us a call.” Gemma said, with a smile. “The guys are out back. You girls just make yourselves at home.” Gemma added before disappearing into the kitchen. Leaving the sisters to find their way out to the backyard.

“Aye! Parties ‘ere!” Chibs yelled as the girls stepped out into the backyard, giving it a once over and finding the guys were still in the process of setting up a few things. “C’mere an’ give us a hand, will ye?”

The girls ventured over without a second thought, helping Chibs pull some lawn chairs down from the shed and set them up around the yard and patio area. Kacey reaching up on her tiptoes to grab the last chair, struggling as it was just out of her reach. She was starting to get frustrated when a hand reached over her head and grabbed it. Turning around she found Opie who was smirking down at her, making Kacey glare back playfully in return.

“Don’t.Say.A.Word.” She warned.

“Wee bit sensitive abou’ our height, are we?” Chibs joked from behind him as he took the chair and stepped aside so that they could close up the shed. Kacey glowering at everyone who was now snickering quietly at the joke.

“Easy, Taz.” Harper chuckled as her sister moved passed on her way to the cooler. Muttering under her breath about not being that short as she grabbed a beer and took a seat up on the patio; pouting with a childish look on her face.  

“Hey, why do you call her Taz?” Jax asked, opening his beer as he took a seat across from Kacey. “I noticed you called her that a few times today.”

Harper snickered as she leaned against Jax’s chair. “Are you sure you wanna get into this now?” She asked, glancing down at him before looking to her sister. Jax smirked and took a sip, settling himself for a good story. Kacey rolled her eyes and took a sip before she said, “I get a little crazy when I get mad…”

“A little crazy? Sis, you’re not named after the Tasmanian Devil for fuckin’ nothing.” Harper chuckled. Jax snickered into his beer as he sat up.

“No shit?” He asked, looking from Kacey to Harper. She snickered as well and nodded.

“I believe it almost came to criminal mischief...What? 10 times?” Harper said. Jax laughed and looked at Kacey.

“Shit, how was it only almost? What did you do?” Jax asked.

“Hey, listen, if you don’t want your girlfriend getting a hold of your precious guns and using your precious ‘50’s El Camino, then why keep them in the same place, let alone piss off your girlfriend?” Kacey said, as Opie walked up to them.

“Ouch. Who pissed you off?” Opie said with a wince and a chuckle. Harper chuckled, but gave Kacey a warning look. Kacey shook her head and said, “An ex.”

“Jesus, is the car ok?” Opie joked. Everyone giving off an array of horrified expressions and sounds as Kacey mimicked an explosion with her hands before returning to her beer. Harper smirked and couldn’t help but add a ‘Ba-boom.’

“Guard your keys, boys.” Jax chuckled.

“Maybe just your valuables in general.” Kacey snorted. “And don’t piss off the Devil.” She added, casting a sideways glance and smirk in Opie’s direction as the group had a good laugh. Gemma walked out carrying a bowl of fruit salad, but stopped when she saw everyone gathered around the table.

“Hey. People are gonna start showing up here in a few minutes. I’d like to have this place set up before then?” Gemma said, squeezing between Jax and Harper to set down the bowl. She swiped the beer from Jax’s hand and gave him a look, but taking his beer was enough to get him out of his seat. Jax patted Opie on the back as he turned away to head back over to where Clay and Piney were setting up some more tables. Gemma chuckled and shook her head, taking a sip from the beer before setting it down. Harper took one last sip from her beer as well before setting it down and asking Gemma, “Did you need some help in the kitchen?”

Gemma smiled at her and said, “I’ve got a few of the girls in there. I’m okay.”

“Come on, Gem. We’re good cooks!” Kacey chimed in, standing up and moving to stand next to Harper.

“Gemma, it’s the least we can do.” Harper said with a smile. Gemma chuckled and crooked a finger at them as she started walking back to the house.

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Sons of Anarchy

Opie 18+

Word Count 2,619

Y/n P.O.V.

       Leaving Belfast was the best thing I could have done with my life, so when my Uncle Chibs told me I could live with him I ran to Charming. Seeing ruthless killing left and right wasn't something I wanted to do, granted Charming has killings, but you didn't see them in the streets. When I got to Charming I didn't believe how small the town was, and how blinding it was.  

          Chibs got me a job with him at Teller-Morrow garage, but in the office. That gave me an easy way to meet all the guys. I didn't really talk to anyone, especially at their parties, yes I drank, and had my fun, but I kept to myself. I met Opie my second week here, first day on the job, and since then I've seen him around me. When he's not working he's sitting on the couch in the office, and I find myself looking at him. 

"So you and Opie huh?" My uncle Chibs asks me, nudging my side.

"What are you talking about?" I laugh as I put papers in the file cabinet. 

         Before Chibs could say anything Opie walks in, and sits comfortably on the couch, looking between me and Chibs. Chibs looks at me with his eyebrows raised, but chuckles as he leaves. 

"What's up with him?" Opie asks. 

"He's just old." We laugh as I get back to work.

      We talked as I finished working, and when I'm done he walked me to my car. I finally got my apartment a couple months ago. I love my uncle, but he's still a man. As I'm driving back to the garage two bikes comeuppance behind me, and then one in front of me. I had to swerve my car to stop from hitting them, and they drove past me. When I come to a stop I call Chibs, my hands shaking as I wait for him to answer. I barely hear him answer over my heart pounding in my ears. 

"I'm broken down on Denton street." Is all I can get out. 

       I leaned my head against the headrest, but I couldn't calm down. I hear bikes coming up behind the car. I knew it wasn't to guys, because they'd be in front of me. I look in the mirror to see five bikes, four of them stay by their bikes as one walks toward my door. As we walked closer I tucked my gun in the waistband of my jeans, and when I looked up I was pulled out of my seat. 

"Look at the little reaper whore." The group laughs at his statement. 

"We should take her back to the clubhouse, and keep her." One says.

          While I push the guy that is squeezing my arm I put my gun in his face, making him back up, and have my back to my car. Before anything could happen, headlights come towards us, and when I hear the grumbles of the tow truck I start to calm down. Opie gets out of the truck to immediate gun fire, so they could get onto their bikes. Opie and I shoot back as we use my car as cover. As they drive off Opie shoots after them, I just lean against the hood of the car. 

        The shooting stops, and a moment later I feel Opie's hand running up my back. I quickly spin around, cuddling my face to his chest, and grabbing onto his shirt. 

"It's okay. Let's get back." He talks into my ear. "Go ahead, and get in the truck." He goes to walk away, but I grip him.

        He helped me into the truck, making sure I knew he'd be back, but I still watched him as he got my car hooked up. When he is done I hold onto his arm as he drives back to the garage. Some guys are outside when we pull up, so they run to get my uncle and Clay. I still grip onto Opie's sleeve as we get out the truck. My uncle rushes toward me, but slows down when he sees me. I quickly tell them what happened, and Clay calls church immediately. Opie didn't even pull away, he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, and turns me to look at him. 

"Go to my room, and try to relax." Opie tells me. "I swear I'll be there soon." He kisses my forehead. 

         As soon as I let go of his arm I rushed to his room, sitting on the edge of his bed, and thought things over. How my uncle could be right, how easily people could still get me, and how Opie acted tonight. 

Opie P.O.V

"Someone explain to me how Mayans got so close to the club, and why (y/n) was their target?" Chibs angrily questions around the table. 

          I fume as I sit quietly next to him as I picture how pale her face was, her body shaking, and how she clinged to me. As the meeting went on Clay told Juice to look into anything different in the Mayans money flow while he, Jax, and Chibs went to talk to Álvarez. 

"She needs to be on lock down until we figure this out. I'll have the prospect …" Clay starts. 

"No. She won't let him near her. She'll stay by me." I cut him off. 

           He locks eyes with me before hitting the gavel on the table, ending church. I'm trying to get around people, but chibs pull me toward the hallway. 

"You better watch her, or I swear." He walked away before I could say anything.

          I stop at the door, taking a deep breath, and just gather myself. I slowly open the door, in case she fell asleep, but she wasn't on the bed at all. When I step in all the way I notice my shirt drawer open, and when I step closer to the bathroom I hear the shower going. I smile knowing she's comfortable in here, and as I close the drawer I think about her in clothes. With a sigh I sit on the bed only to fall back with my arm over my eyes. 

Y/n P.O.V

        I went straight to Opie's room like he told me, and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. The more I sat the more my anxiety started to take over, making me fidget, so I pulled my hair up, walked around just looking at random things, I even found a bathroom. I don't even think when I turn the shower on, and go to Opie's dresser, finding a tshirt. It didn't hit me what I was doing until my foot hit the hot water. I would make it as quick as I could, church usually is long anyways, so I only stay in the shower for twenty minutes. I don't think I ever actually felt this calm before, but the safety of being in Opie's room just helped so much. 

       I pull the shirt down a little as I open the door, trying to cover myself more, I saw Opie's boots before I saw him. I kept looking at the floor as I shuffled to the couch on the side of his room. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat here. He lifts his arm to look over at me, and just looks at me. 

"I hope you don't mind. I just needed to relax." I watch my fingers play with the hem of the shirt. 

"Not at all, but you're not sleeping there." He sits up to take off his kutte. "You'll sleep here until we figure out what's going on." I watch as he walks around the room, taking his boots off. 

"Are you sure? I could just ask my uncle to take me home." 

          He walks toward me without a word, setting his boots down, only to pick me up, and carries me by my thighs, to the bed. He lets go of my thighs, dropping me causing me to fall on my back. He points to the pillow, making me laugh as I get under the blanket. 

"You're going to lay here, right?" I hope he says yes, so I don't have to ask. 

"I was going...do you want me too?" I could only nod to answer. 

"I'm more comfortable with you around." I look down at my fingers. 

          I turn away when he starts to unbutton his jeans to give him some privacy, but the sound of them hitting the floor makes me clench my thighs together. The bed dips as he gets into bed, his left arm sliding under his pillow, and his other rests on his chest. It doesn't take long to fall asleep from the heat coming off of his body. 

                   

Opie's P.O.V.

        I lay there trying so hard not to pull her onto me, but I know I can't. I feel her small cold foot hook over my ankle. All willpower leaves my body as my hand slides over the dip of her side, and my arm slides under her head. My head goes to the back of her neck as her body molds into me as she practically sits on my knee. I don't think I've ever fallen asleep so fast before. 

        When I woke up (y/n)'s on my chest, my hands on her hips, and hers laying at my sides. I run the tip of my nose on the top of her head as I slowly lay her down, and get out of bed. I lay the blanket over her as she grabs my pillow, digging her face into it, and I have to make myself get dressed. I keep looking over at her, hoping this picture stays in my head. I pull my beanie down as I walk into the kitchen to see Halfsack making coffee, so I sit at the table. When Halfsack finally gives me my coffee Chibs walks in, taking a mug from Halfsack, and sits across from me. 

"So, you like my niece?" He says as he sips his coffee, causing me to spit mine a little. 

"Chibs…" I try to make up some excuse. "I do, but I wouldn't do that to a brother." I just flat out say. 

"Boy, I don't care what you two do, as long as you keep her safe." He shakes his head. "You've already made it clear you will, so why drag your feet?" He leaves after he says that, and I just sit there. 

      I take one last sip of my coffee before walking back to my room. When I walk in she's still sleeping, so I take my clothes back off. 

Y/n P.O.V

           My feet dipping woke me up, so I looked down to see Opie crawling up my body. As he slowly slides the blanket down he rests his forehead to mine. I look in his eyes while he lays between my legs, and they rest on his waist. He slowly runs his big hands up my thighs as he kisses me softly. My hands fist into his hair as he kisses down my jaw to my ear, and sits up, on his knees, with me on his lap. I pull back when his hands go up my back, I just lift my arms, so he could take the shirt off. I brought my arms down to run my hands from his shoulders to his chest down to the bottom of his shirt, so I could pull it off. While I throw the shirt to the side he kisses along my chest, his beard slightly burning my skin. His hands grip my sides tighter as I grind against him. 

"Opie.'' I softly moan as my hands rub down his back. 

        He quickly flips us, he's standing kinda hunched over me with me on the edge. I lay back, eyes closing as I enjoy the feel of his hands roaming my body. When his hands get to my underwear my hips lift on their own, so he can pull them off, in the torturous slow pace. I stay there as he leans up, to take his jeans off. 

"Are you sure?" He looks into my eyes as he asks. 

"Of course." I smile. 

        He leaves us on the edge of the bed as he leans down, his hands holding my face, to kiss me hard. I can feel my legs tightening onto his hips as his tip rubs against me. When he starts to enter, I grip his arm with one hand, and my other rests on his ribcage. I didn't realize just how big Opie was until the emptiness went away. As he stops, to give me time, he kisses down to my stomach, and has his hands run down my sides. Once his hands are on my hips he is standing in between my legs, and just looks down at my body. 

"Please Opie, I need you to move." I beg, trying to move my hips, but he stops me by moving back. 

         He surprises me with a deep, forceful pound. I couldn't stop the loud moan, but I needed more. He rolls his thumb to open my legs more, and with a kiss to my ankle he starts pounding into me. I couldn't do anything, but grip the blanket at my sides. He lifts me to his chest, holding me tight, as he crawls us back to the pillows. Once he has me on the bed he moves my legs to his shoulders, and slowly grinds into me.

"Opie." I moan, gripping the back of his neck. 

        He sits back on his knees, leaving mine on my chest, but he doesn't stop grinding either. I rest my forehead to my knee to try to gather some part of my head, but I can't. I scratch down his thighs as the ache in my stomach snaps, the hardest I've ever released in my life. As I'm coming down from high he lowers my legs to around his back, and grips my chin as he kisses me deeply. 

"I'm not done with you." He smirks when I bite my lip. 

         I can't even say anything before he just lets loose, and pounds into me. He buries his face into my neck only to growl, and go faster. I scratch down his back to grip his hips, feeling just how his hips move into me. I feel his lips on my neck, but I then feel him bite me. 

"OPIE!" I moan loudly, releasing everything I had into it. 

         Opie slams into me one last time growling as he fills me completely. I feel his hot breath on my neck as he slowly pulls away, earning a gasp from me. I feel so empty now. 

          When Opie lays down he pulls me to his side, and grabs the blanket for us. I lay there, enjoying the calming feel of my body, and the warmth from him. He starts moving his finger tips up and down my arm. 

        From that night I became Opie's old lady, and he moved into my apartment. Granted it's only temporary, because we'll need something with two rooms. When Opie moved in I found out I was pregnant, and Opie immediately turned into dad mode. I couldn't move, lift anything, or go anywhere unless one of the Sons was with me. Gemma had to tell him to calm down, because I was going to kill him. When our daughter, Delia was born he turned into more of a gentle giant. 

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Bad Haircut

Jax Teller & Opie Winston & OC Joanne Teller

From these August Prompts: Bad Haircut

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Light angst. A/N: Not a Charming life chapter but using that taglist since it's my girl Jo. I love creating these one shots that stray from my original scenario for the Charming Life story!

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Jo had been working her way through beauty school while Jax was making his way through the formality of being a prospect for the club. Everyone knew him and Opie would patch in, their legacy was strong between JT and Piney but everyone in the club just needed to bust their balls for a few months, build character, ya know. 

Most everyone in her family cared more about that than Joanne’s stretch at the Stockton Beauty Institute and School of Cosmetology. That was fine with her, she’d take everyone saying nothing over them giving her shit for it, which they definitely would have, especially Gemma. She was just days shy of getting her license and the boys were just hours shy of their patch in. 

“Don’t you wrap up school soon?” Jax asked as he sat in the salon chair Jo had set up in front of her vanity. 

Jo was standing in front of the vanity mirror grabbing scissors and a comb from the barbicide jar. “Two days until the ceremony.” She nodded and grabbed a towel to wrap around his neck since she knew that he wasn’t going to put a smock on to catch the hair. 

“So it'll be like your college graduation?” Opie asked as he sat at the edge of Joanne’s bed, arms resting on his knees. 

“Except significantly less people.” Jo laughed and shook her head as she tilted Jax’s head around looking at what she was working with. “There’s like 15 people in my class.” 

“Oh thank God.” Jax let out a big sigh. 

“You weren’t going to come.” Jo pushed his head. 

“We both were, just weren’t sure when and where it was.” Opie now looked up at Jo, his beanie snug over his head despite the weather in California. 

Jo just shook her head and began to cut Jax’s hair, taking half an inch off the ends. “It’s at the School in Stockton, 1PM.” 

“Afternoon?!” Jax piped up, excitement in his voice. “15 people, 1PM call time, free haircuts for life, this is way better than college.” He teased. 

Joanne let out a laugh. “What about you, patch in party tonight, is it better than you thought?” 

“Ask us in a few months.” Opie smirked before getting up to look at the photos Joanne had tucked behind the frame of her vanity mirror. 

“Wish Dad was here to see you patch in.” Joanne spoke to her little brother who just nodded slightly.  

“Let’s hope I live up to the weight of the legacy.” Jax’s voice turned solemn. 

“Make your own.” Jo said sectioning out his hair, finishing up the layer of hair in the back. “Don’t let the club decide your legacy, make your own. That’s what Dad would want. He never wanted us living in his shadow.” 

“You comin’ to the party tonight?” Opie turned around with something in his hand. 

Joanne’s eyes moved down to see what it was but as her gaze moved it landed on the prospect patch that sat on the left side of the kutte. She thought things would be different, she thought she’d be Opie’s old lady, which was extreme wishful thinking considering they had never even dated. But the signs were there. Things worked out the way they were supposed to, if she had gone down that track, she wouldn’t have gone to school, both times, she was making a life for herself on her own, something her father would be proud of. But staring at Opie wearing that prospect patch made old feelings stir. 

“Can I have this?” Opie was now holding the photo up in the air. 

It was a photo of the three of them on bikes as kids. Despite Jo being a little over a year older than Jax and Opie, they both towered over her in the photo, much like now. She was the only one in a helmet, more of her own fear of wiping out and hurting herself. Her bike had a pink basket on it with a SOA “A” sticker on the basket. 

“Yea, I have a few copies of it.” Joanne combed through Jax’s hair making sure all of it was even. “You know you put that sticker on my bike basket.” She tried to hide her smile. “And Jax put the reaper on the back of my bike.” 

“Protection.” Opie laughed knowing the exact reason both of them put those stickers on her bike as kids. “From those neighborhood kids, right?” 

“Yea the ones who’d throw glass in the street hoping to pop our tires.” Joanne let out a laugh. 

She moved now to start brining Jax’s hair back into a low bun, styling it wet since she knew he’d argue the second she went to grab the blow dryer. 

“Didn’t you beat them up?” Opie asked as he plopped back onto Joanne’s bed. 

“I did, after they popped Jax’s tire.” Joanne looked over at Opie waiting for Jax’s argument to start. 

“You threatened them.” His voice drew out a little as he tried to call her out. “There was no beating up involved.” His head turned to face Joanne in protest. 

Her and Opie let out a chuckle. “They never fucked with you again, did they?” Joanne asked while Jax rolled his eyes. “Now turn back around I’m almost done.” 

Jax clicked his tongue in his mouth and turned back around to face the mirror while she wrapped a hair tie around the man bun she styled for him. 

“This haircut makes me feel like a douchebag.” Jax asked as he leaned forward out of the salon chair. 

“You always look like a douchebag.” Opie chimed in, his tongue poking through his bottom lip as he teased his best friend. 

Joanne pulled Jax back into the salon chair and tucked the few stray strands behind his ears. “It’s not the cut, I styled it, the girls will love it.” 

“It’s my patch in party, the girls will love me regardless.” Jax spoke while eyeing himself up in the mirror. 

“I think it’s your personality that speaks douchebag, douchebag.” Joanne pushed him out of her hands and went to place her tools back in the barbicide and wipe her hands off. 

“Hey! Shouldn’t you guys be leaving for the patch in party?” Gemma’s voice got louder as it got nearer and the door to Jo’s room was being open. Her eyes moved from Jo, to Opie, than fell on Jax. “You look like a douchebag.” Her face twisted up in disgust.

Joanne took a big sigh at that and held her hand out knowing Jax was going to take the hair tie out and she would be prepared to put it back on her vanity. 

The smile grew on Jax’s face, it made her want to punch him but she had to admit it was kind of funny. As his hair fell out of the tie he looked at it in the mirror. “You’re right the cut does look good.” He handed her the hair tie as he checked himself out in the mirror. 

“Whatever, douchebag.” Her eyes rolled.