#crazy biker chick is not ok

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Twelve

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Twelve Summary: Marshall has some revelations.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 2.7k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Twelve Warnings: masturbation (male), angst

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

Sorry its a little late! And a little short. Its not edited very well at all, I'm so sorry! But I wanted to get the chapter out.

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors. (Probably a lot in this chapter, I apologise)

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Part Eleven Part Thirteen

Marshall

I woke before Lori and I was glad to. It seemed that neither of us had moved during the night; I was still on my back and she was still under my arm, her hand on my chest was curled into a fist, and her thigh was still across my stomach.

Some of her rich dark hair had fallen free from her loose braid and obscured her face. Careful not to wake her, I swept the wayward locks off her face and tucked it behind her ear to get a better look at her.

She was so beautiful. The kind of girl next door beauty that made most men turn their heads. I chuckled softly, she definitely turned all of our heads. Even Geralt, who always had women throwing themselves at him was dumbstruck by this girl.

But it wasn’t just that she was gorgeous that had me going crazy; my attraction to her was based on more than just her looks. For the first time in a long time, I found someone I couldn’t easily figure out. She grew up surrounded by bikers, and yet, she didn’t act like it. All of her friends were college buddies, and you’d think she’d never been around the life. But even that wasn’t totally true, when she was around them, she seemed to fit in as well as any woman could. She didn’t take their crap and knew what she could get away with. She was smart and not just street smart either.

My first thought was that she was a chameleon, that she played to her audience, unconsciously mimicking those around her. However since being around her the past few days, I could see that wasn’t true. It wasn’t that she was faking, she seemed to have many sides to her, and all were genuinely part of who she was. She was the college girl, she was the biker chick, she was the somewhat sensitive girl who seemed to feel intensely, and yet she could be hard as nails when she wanted to be.

Asleep she looked so young. At twenty-three she was probably too young for me. For all of us except Mike who was a few months shy of his twenty-fourth birthday. Just another reason to add to the list of why my currently throbbing cock was wildly inappropriate. I could blame it on morning wood, but the way she was clinging to me was absolutely adding fuel to the fire.

I groaned as my phone alerted me to a text message and I ignored the message; I didn’t want to move yet. But when my phone alerted me again, I twisted my upper body and reached for the phone, fairly certain I knew who was texting me.

The two messages confirmed I was right.

Sy: Walker really fucked me on this one, four days minimum, but probably seven.

Sy: How’s our girl?

Our girl. I didn’t know what to say. I don’t know how we got here, how Sy was ok with this, how I was ok with this. I wanted her so badly that I no longer cared if she was Sy’s or ours as long as she was also mine.

I slid out of her arms as gently as I could. Her brows furrowed, she moaned softly and her breath hitched but she didn’t wake up. I wanted to soothe the crease between her brows again like I had last night, but this time banish it with a kiss.

My phone sounded again and one of her legs kicked out from beneath the sheets, revealing her bare inner thigh. When I held her, she felt so soft; her body was all gentle curves, plush and warm. A strong hunger bloomed deep in my gut, and I couldn’t stop imagining my lips on her skin, kissing a slow path until I reached her softest and most intimate place.

Breathing deeply through my nose, I lifted the edge of the sheet and covered her leg. My chest puffed as I turned away from her, and sat on the edge of the bed, shuffling to make more room in my already loose sweats.

Sy: Tell her hi from me.

Me: Your girl is fine. Had trouble sleeping last night. She needed a herbal remedy. Got her some from Mike and now she’s still asleep.

Sy: With you?

Me: Yes.

I watched as Sy wrote and deleted a message three times before I wrote again.

Me: She didn’t want to be alone. We only slept.

I paused and added more.

Me: She’s wearing your shirt.

Sy: Okay.

Me: Okay? That’s it?

Sy: I already told you how it is, Brother. It's up to her what happens.

“Is that Sy?”

Like a teenager who’s been caught looking at porn, my first instinct was to hide the phone. Bloody hell this girl was fucking with my head. I dismissed it as stupid and told her the truth.

“Yeah. He’s checking on you.”

She looked over my shoulder and I didn’t try to hide the messages. She frowned.

“What’s up to me?” Her breath tickled my ear as she spoke, and her voice was husky from sleep. 

Turning my head to hers and my heart thundered in my chest. She was so close, her full lips only a few inches from mine, it wouldn’t take but a slight movement of my head to feel her kiss. Her eyelids were heavy over her grey eyes, her cheeks were slightly reddened and I wondered if that's how she looks when she’s flush with heat and whimpering as she begs for more? I licked my lips and instead of seeing my lust reflected back to me, I saw genuine confusion on her face.

Sy should have been clearer, he is usually rudely blunt, but it’s obvious she didn’t know about the pact. I looked at her while I tried to decide how to tell her when I hardly understood how this would work myself. All I knew is that I wanted her and I would have her anyway she would let me.

I took a few moments to get it straight in my head, collect my thoughts in a coherent manner. I’d have to talk her through this, show her how and why we made the agreement we did and hope she understands.

“You grew up around this life,” I began. “You know how close MC’s can be. How strong the bond is between members.”

“Yeah…”

“We won’t let anything get in the way of that. Nobody is more important than the Brotherhood. Even Sy and Walker, there’s friction, but in the end, we’re family.”

Her frown grew deeper. I was making her more confused. I turned my torso to face her better, but she drew her knees up close to her chest and hugged them. She looked so vulnerable and blood flooded my already thickening cock. She wasn’t naïve though, she could handle this, I was sure of it.

“We all care about you, we all want to keep you safe. Not just ‘cause it’s the job. We’ve been watching you for a while, to prepare for the job, all except Walker that is. We all…” I stopped, wondering what the word was, love was a bit much, we weren’t there yet, except for Sy maybe.

“You all what?” she prompted.

“We all liked you. Instantly.” I cupped a hand to her cheek. “You’re beautiful, and maybe if that’s all it was, just a physical attraction, we wouldn’t have made the pact we did.”

“A pact?”

I ignored that for now, I wanted her to know how I felt first so she could understand why we did what we did. 

“You surprised me. From the research Walker did on you, I assumed you would be something else. You were nothing like I expected, smarter, braver, saner than I would have thought possible. You left that life behind because you wanted to make your own way and I admired the strength it would take to do that. You went to college, you got a job. You’re tough but not jaded, you’re young but not stupid, you’re…”

“You can’t know this,” she interrupted me. “You barely know me.”

“Am I wrong?”

She looked away. “You make me sound like I’m some sort of dream girl.”

“You are,” I said. “For all of us.”

“But Sy…”

“Sy cares about you, don’t you doubt that,” I said. Steeling myself for the next bit, I swallowed hard. “He cares about us too. He trusts us with you. We all agreed, it would be up to you.”

“What’s up to me?” she repeated.

“If you wanted to be with us,” I said. “If you wanted none of us, one of us, or all of us.”

Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. I cursed Sy, I thought he’d prepped her better than this. The look of horror and disbelief on her face made it obvious that she knew jack shit about the pact.

Fuck. I’m going to have to fuck Sy up for this.

“As much as we all wanted you, we couldn’t let jealousy or competition tear us apart,” I continued, “We share everything anyway, our lives are so interconnected. If you wanted, you would be another part of that, another connection we had to each other.”

“What so all of you… and me? That’s what you want?”

“I want you, and I want to keep the Brotherhood together. I love my Brothers and want their happiness as much as my own. And I would be happy with you.”

She surprised me by standing up. “You know, if you all wanted a gang bang, there are easier ways to get one.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“But that’s what this is isn’t it? I mean so little, I’m worth so little, that you just want to pass me around between you?”

“No. You’re not hearing me…”

“Oh no, I heard you. And I heard Sy too, I just couldn’t believe he meant it.” She wasn’t mad, she wasn’t yelling, it was the strangest thing, it was like she was resigned. “I mean, I didn’t expect it from you. Or from Sy. Or the club as a whole. When he told me… I never really believed… But he meant it. He actually meant it. I thought you guys were different from my brother’s MC, but you aren’t. You’re just a bunch of misogynistic assholes, like every other biker I have ever met.”

“Sweetheart,” I warned, in a low voice. I stood in front of her and folded my arms across my chest. I realised my error far too late.

“Yup,” she said. “First groom, then coerce, then intimidate. Well done Detective Marshall, you’ve just passed `How to be a Pimp, 101’.”

She turned to walk away, then stopped, stormed over to my bookshelf, grabbed a book from my bookshelf and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

“Fuck,” I growled.

Taking furious lunging steps towards the door, I had every intention of following her, making her understand she had it all wrong. Instead I swore, angrily snarling in frustration and headed towards the bathroom, leaning against the sink taking deep gulping breaths through my nose until the reddish tinge that edged my sight faded and the rush of heated frustrations ebbed to a manageable simmer.

I raised my head and looked at myself in the mirror, shocked at what I found. Sometimes I still couldn’t recognise myself physically, but the redness around my eyes, the drawn exhaustion in my features, those were perpetually familiar, although I hadn’t noticed it so starkly for the last week.

Sighing, I stripped off, and showered, hoping the cool water would further quell my irritation. Instead, as my immediate anger abated I was still left with an overwhelming frustration, and a raging hard on that hadn’t weakened since I woke up.

Throwing an arm against the wall, I reached between my legs, brushing my hand over the tight skin of my sack. My eyes closed with a groan and I leaned my head against the hand on the tiles as I abandoned any thought of making the act more than a way to expel the pent up fantasies of the past few days.

I let the suppressed images of Lori flood my mind, the sensation of her breath on my chest as she slept, the weight of her long smooth thigh over my hip, the smell of her hair.

Working my cock with a brutality that you can only inflict on yourself, my breath came in hard as the sounds of her orgasm rang in my ears. Images were replaced with fantasy, her body bare beneath mine, my mouth locked around her nipple as my fingers slipped inside her. Her legs open wide, my cock disappearing into her pussy, my hand around her throat as I felt the vibrations of her every moan.

Image after image rushed through my mind, each one lasting a brief moment but each one steering me closer to release. My skin surged with electrified tingles, lightning sparks of white hot heat rushed through my tightened, trembling muscles.

Then I could hear her moan my name, pitched low and husky in an urgent invitation, and my body rocked. Growling, I reached the point of no return and giving into it, I let myself get lost in the moment. Thick jets of relief rocketed up my cock in strong pulses that not only soothed my body but also purged and mollified my raging mind.

I stood panting, trying to push down the growing shame I felt before I hurriedly scrubbed away the evidence of my release. Lori is right. The position we are putting her in is wrong. I would have no further part in it, I don’t care what Sy and the others do, I’m not playing along with this any more.

I knocked on the open door to Walker’s office, my notebook in hand. After my shower, I had read over the notes I made while questioning Lori yesterday and those old cop senses kept tingling.

Walker was on the phone, but called me in with a jerk of his head and I sat across from his large, industrial, black wood and steel desk. He handed me a file with raised eyebrows and as soon as I flipped it open and started reading, I knew my gut instinct had been right.

By the time I read the few pages, Walker had hung up the phone.

“Thoughts?” he asked.

“Something didn’t sit right with me, but this,” I waved my hand over the file, “I didn’t expect this level of sophistication.”

“Agreed.”

“Do you have any idea of his real identity?”

Walker grimaced. “As far as my contacts can tell, the apartment Jake supposedly lived in has been thoroughly scrubbed, no prints, DNA, nothing. Like the whole thing was a prop to get close to her.”

“What about financials? Someone had to pay the rent.”

“I’m looking into that now, might take a day or two.”

“And nobody knows what he looks like? No security cameras at the apartment building?” I asked and Walker shook his head. “What about footage from the bar they met at?”

Walker inclined his head. “Look into it. You can start from there.”

“He can’t be working alone though,” I said, “The tracker, the scrubbing, the alias…”

“You hunt down his identity, I’ll work the finances,” Walker instructs, "We should be able to find who he's working for once we have that information."

“Have you told the client?”

“I spoke to the Sergeant At Arms,” Walker shrugged, and touched his nose, “He informs me that Hooks is a little preoccupied.”

“What do we tell Lori?”

Walkers lips press into a tight line. “Nothing for now. She’s smart enough to work out that he lied to her. We can wait until we have more, so she doesn’t have to be questioned more than necessary.”

I raised my eyebrows at the empathetic tone from Walker and decided to take advantage of his mood and spoke casually as I stood to leave.

“Oh. Speaking of Lori,” I said, “she wants to order some clothes and personal items herself.”

“Of course she does. She’s not going to do anything the easy way,” Walker grinned so broadly he was almost laughing, “Get Mike to supervise her. And don’t let her go overboard.”

“Shit. You do like her,” I said before I could stop myself.

Walker’s mood turned on a dime and his face grew hard. 

“I’ll get started on this then shall I?” I said.

“You do that,” Walker replied with a near snarl.

I raised my hands and backed out of the room. But from the look on his face I could tell I was right.

[thereaderinsertlady]

KRBAY/HNK Head Canons (Robobot Addition Finally)

1.Susie disagreed to hurting Kirby and Tiff because they were children, but Haltmann was crazy enough to hurt children, so he denied her request.

2. The gang also runs into the cyborg version of Whispy Woods & battles the 3 Tripple D clones (along with cones of Escargoon & Taranza)

3. This unused design of Susie

is used as the design of her mother & Haltmann's wife (her real name is Solana which I got from this post on Tumbler (shout outs to whoever drew this))

Solana left Haltmann because of how greedy he's became instead of looking for their daughter. 4. After the arc there is an epilog episode where Susie needs to find a new job on Planet Popstar but has a hard time getting one. She tried to work at places like Kawasaki's Restaurant or Dr. Yabui's Clintec (where the otter girl got one), but it ultimately would end in disaster. Tiff, Kirby, & the gang tried everything till they thought they were done for. But then Maglor gave them advice to not give up and keep trying. (I'll explain more in my Magolor head canons ask) The gang took Magolor's advice and then saw their friend Gus, needing help repairing wheelies, cars, & robots (he had interest in repairing the fallen robots from Haltmann Works). Susie said that she doesn't know if Gus would be ok with it, but he said he would accept the help. and thanks to her help, Gus's work became easier. Susie & Gus have really shippy moments together. In the epilog episode when Gus first meets Susie, he was acutely kind of shocked that a chick would know so much about machines. He only thought from all the females he knew weren't interested in mechanics. In later episodes, on a few occasions is trying to ask her out. (And eventually she does go out with him)

5. Gus also calls Susie Sue & her design after the Robobot arc & epilog now resembles more of Gus' attire

6. There is a later episode/2 part where Solana meets Susie totally by accident. When Solana finds out that Susie is a dirty mechanic, she faints. She is absolutely furious that her OWN BABY is now a filthy, barbaric, dirty, (even burping) mechanic, so she brings her back to her mansion where Solana tries to make her more regale again. Gus, Tiff, Tuff, & Kirby then try to stop Solana from taking Sue back, but she ultimately takes Susie with her. Then they find out that there is going to be an aoristic ball where King Dedede along with his servants is invited (who didn't want to go but Goonie & Ranzy are forcing/coving him to go) So Tiff then comes up with a comes up with a plan to get Susie back. Meanwhile the biker gang from Born to be Mild come back & plan to savatage the ball. (Yes, Beat is alive but there's a complicated reason (that treated as a joke) why) In the end Gus proves to Solana that not all bikers/mechanics are bad people because there "uncivilized". After Kirby once again saves the day, with the help of Tiff, Tuff, & Susie, Solana then thanks Gus for saving her and let's Susie be the person she wants to be.

🪱

[rainyaviel-au]

Well this dork decided to put Mitch through the faceApp thing and now I think I'm broken............I really don't know how I feel 👀

[noladyme]

La Cuervo - Chapter 3

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

3.

Bishop was standing outside the clubhouse, smoking a cigarette, when they rolled in. Nina got off the bike, feeling strangely like a teenager caught breaking curfew. She nodded at the president, and was about to move towards the trailer, when Angel grabbed her hand, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Thanks for… last night”, he said. “You too”, Nina said. He gave her a crooked smile, and was about to say something else, when Bishop called out for him. “Angel… Inside. We need to talk”. Angel nodded. “Daddy’s angry”, he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. “Yeah”, she replied, and Angel walked off.

“Yo, sweetheart!”, Bishop called after her, as she once again moved towards the trailer. Nina sighed, and turned to look at him. “I made a promise to Chibs. When you pull a stunt like this, you make it really fucking hard to keep that promise”. Angel halted behind his president, a confused look on his face. “I didn’t leave without a patch”, Nina replied. “Followed your rules”. Bishop narrowed his eyes at her. “His patch ain’t the one you should be worried about…”. Nina swallowed hard, and nodded; though slightly confused at his words. “Ok. Sorry”. Bishop’s expression softened. “Look, just… be careful, ok?”. Nina nodded, and he smirked slightly. “You know, you’re lucky I make him get tested every two weeks”. Angel frowned, and Nina chuckled; before finally turning around, and walking over to the trailer, letting herself inside.

She quickly got dressed in clean clothes. The heat hadn’t exactly waned, so Nina decided to switch jeans for shorts and a top. She reminded herself to ask someone about taking her to a laundromat; not having packed a lot. She’d been told to leave her small apartment at home in as normal a state as possible. In case someone did come looking for her, SAMCRO didn’t want to let them know she’d run. She picked up her jacket to hang it, and a shudder went through her body, as she fished her .38 out of the pocket. It felt heavier than it should, in spite of its smallness, and she felt bile rise in her throat. A hard knock on the door made her jolt, and she quickly hid the gun under her helmet; before she went over to open. EZ was standing outside, with a friendly smile on his face. “’Morning”, he said. “It is”, Nina replied. “I got breakfast-burritos in the clubhouse”, he offered. Nina shook her head with a smile. “You didn’t need to do that”. “I know what’s in my brother’s fridge. I doubt he fed you”, EZ grinned. “Come on”.

She followed the prospect back to the clubhouse, where EZ gestured for her to take a seat by a table. Nina noticed the ginger woman Coco had been spending time with the night before, was seated by the bar; legs crossed and tits pushed out, smiling at the biker, who was trying to ignore her, and focus on his game of pool with Gilly. EZ put a plate on the table in front of Nina, with a delicious smelling burrito. “Gabby… She’s a good cook”, he said, his voice adoring. Nina bit in to it, and couldn’t do anything but agree. “This is delicious. Tell her thanks”, she smiled.

The door to templo opened, and Bishop came out with Taza, Riz and Angel in tow. “She’s business, Angel. You treat her like any other business we have going on”, Bishop said, and walked over to the bar, accepting a beer from the girl behind it. “You wouldn’t shove your dick down the barrel of an mk47, would you?”, Taza asked. Angel stood with his back to Nina, not having noticed her. “It wouldn’t fit, anyway”, he shrugged. “Just, don’t complicate things”, Bishop said. “Bish, it ain’t like that”, Angel said. Bishop looked at him in disbelief. “We fucked, yeah; but…”. Taza noticed Nina watching them, and patted Angel’s shoulder. He turned around, and locked eyes with her; looking like a handsome deer caught in headlights.

Nina looked down, and chewed her lips. At least they were on the same page, she tried to convince herself. She didn’t know Angel from the next guy; all she did know, was that he was damn good in bed, and liked beers, babes and bikes. They’d had sex, that was it. Still, she couldn’t help but feel his words chafe a bit. There was a long moment of silence, before Nina decided to put Angel – and herself– out of their misery. “I was bored, and his shower has good pressure”, she said. Angel let out an embarrassed laugh, and shrugged, while his friends shook their heads, letting a roaring laughter fill the room.

Everyone went about their biker business, and Nina went back to her breakfast; having lost most of her appetite. She wrapped up the burrito, and pushed away the plate. A mug of coffee was set down in front of her, and she looked up to meet EZ’s apologetic eyes. “I’m… sorry, about that”, he muttered. “My brother… he’s a good guy, but…”. “I know how it is. Don’t worry about it”, she smiled in reply. “How is it, then?”, Angel asked, having walked over to them. EZ left them to it. “I got an itch scratched, and you got your dick wet. Life goes on”, Nina said. Angel made a labored sigh, and scratched his bearded chin. “Look, Nina. I’m…”. She got on her feet, and put a hand on his arm. “It’s fine, Angel. We’re good”, she smiled, and got on her toes, to kiss his cheek; doing her best to avoid enjoying his scent. “We had fun”. He chewed his lip for a moment. “Yeah, we had fun…”. Taza called for him, and Angel took a step back. “I gotta go take care of something. See you around, Nina”. He went off to talk to the VP.

Nina took a few sips of her coffee, before walking over to get behind the bar. She smiled friendlily at the blonde girl standing there – the same girl, in fact, that Angel had turned down the night before – who looked at her indifferently, and handed her a rag to wipe down the counter. This was familiar territory, and she smiled to herself, as she handed a pair of cold ones to Gilly and Coco; who’d finished their game, and came over to the bar. The redhead immediately pressed up against Coco, who looked like he wanted to dig himself into a deep hole. “Can I get you anything else, baby?”, she asked, making clear her intentions. “Nah, I’m good. Let me talk to my brothers for a moment, yeah?”, he replied. “Sure… I’m just gonna go fix my lipstick”, the woman winked at him, and walked towards the bathroom. “When’s the wedding?”, Gilly asked. “Fuck you”, Coco snarled, before nodding at Letty, who’d just walked in the door – looking hungover. “I can’t get her to leave”. “Who?”, Letty asked, and accepted a coke from Nina. “Just some chick. I told her the deal, but it’s like she didn’t hear me”, Coco said.

Letty rolled her eyes, and gave the woman a once over, as she came back from the bathroom. When she was once again pressed against Coco – who was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second – Letty took pity on him, and walked over to the pair; putting her head on Coco’s shoulder. “Are you my new mommy?”, she smiled innocently at the ginger; who froze in place. Suddenly, it was like she couldn’t get out of there fast enough. “Sorry, I gotta go”, she muttered, and scuttered of in haste. Coco smiled crookedly, and shook his head. “You’re crazy, mija”, he said. “Nah, I just don’t want a stepmom, who wears that shade of lipstick”, Letty said, and went back to her coke.

Bishop cleared his throat. “Well, if everyone’s got their dicks back in their pants, we got some business to tend to”, he said. The Mayans all scattered, and went to their respective jobs around the yard, and wherever else they went, when they did their business.

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Nina spent the rest of the day getting her bearings around the scrap-yard, and its office. Chucky’s filing-system might have seemed chaotic to anyone else, but Nina knew it well, and was happy to be occupied with something other than thinking about a certain Mayan and his well-shaped body – especially how it looked naked. A gorgeous Latina girl showed up in the afternoon, carrying a fantastic smelling bag of Tupperware, and looking for EZ; and Nina was finally introduced to the person who had made her delicious breakfast. She immediately understood why EZ was smitten with Gabby, and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two of them dancing around each other like a pair of puppies in love. They took off after an hour or so, so EZ could drive Gabriella home. He returned with the largest smile she’d ever seen on anyone’s face, and went straight to work on a road king in the garage.

During dinner, feasting on Gabby’s delicious tamales with EZ, Nina asked about laundromats. “There’s one, but there’s only one functioning dryer, and it smells like feet”, EZ said. “I can wait a few days, but I still need to go at some point”, Nina said. “And I need to get a prescription filled. That’s kind of urgent”. Her inhaler was almost empty, she’d realized that morning. A roar of bikes came from outside, and Nina got on her feet, taking the plates to wash them behind the bar. EZ followed her, nodding at Bishop, Riz and Angel, as they entered the clubhouse. “Drug-stores round here are closed at this time of night, but I’ll ask Bishop if I can take you in the morning”, he said. Nina groaned, and looked out the corner of her eye at the president. “It’s like needing a fucking hall-pass if I even think about leaving this place”, she muttered. EZ chuckled, and wiped off the plates after she’d washed them. “Yeah, why is that? Are you on the run from the cops or something?”. Nina looked down at her hands, suddenly feeling the need to wash them thoroughly. Scrubbing them hard under the tap, she shrugged indifferently. “Chibs is just protective, I guess. And I hear this area is overrun by outlaw bikers”. “You know it!”, Riz exclaimed, having arrived at the counter with Angel. “Coffee, please; sweetheart. I’m gonna be spending the night prepping for the run tomorrow”. Nina poured Riz a mug, and looked at Angel. “Dos Equis”, he said, his demeanor cool. Nina served him the beer, avoiding eye-contact.

“Do you need me for the run tomorrow?”, EZ asked. “No. Why?”, Riz asked. “Nina needs to take care of some stuff in town, and I was gonna take her”. Angel took a sip of his beer, and looked between Nina and EZ. “What stuff?”, he said with an edge to his voice. EZ scoffed, and shook his head. “Bro, come on…”, he said. Riz raised his brows, and backed away from the counter; obviously uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. “The drug-store, Angel. And then we might go have an orgy; I haven’t decided yet”, Nina said sarcastically. Angel raised his hands in mock defeat. “Hey, Bish told us to look out for you. I’m just keeping my eyes on business here”. “Yeah… I’m gonna turn in. See you tomorrow, EZ”. The prospect looked at her apologetically. “I’ll talk to Bishop”, he said. Nina nodded, and walked towards the door.

A strong hand grabbed her lower arm before she could walk outside. Nina scowled up at Angel, who looked remorsefully at her. “I’m sorry, Nina. That was shitty of me”, he said. “Don’t worry about it. You should be sorrier about suggesting that your brother would cheat on his girlfriend”, she replied. Angel looked back at EZ, and nodded solemnly. “Yeah. I know”, he muttered. “Are we good, cuervo?”. “Of course”, Nina said. “Goodnight, Angel”. She pulled out of his grasp, and left the clubhouse.

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The next day, Taza, Riz, Creeper, Angel and Coco got on their bikes, and in a van, to go north for the SAMCRO-delivery. “Say hi to Rat and Quinn for me, would you?”, Nina said from the porch, unable to hide the sadness in her voice. “Will do”, Taza promised, and started his bike. “Let’s not keep reaper waiting”. Angel sent Nina a slight smile, before Coco patted his shoulder to make him start the van.

EZ had managed to convince Bishop of the urgency of Nina’s drug-store run, and after helping out at the office for a few hours, she got on the back of his bike, to have him take her in to town. Angel had lied about his brother’s ability to ride with a passenger – a fact that didn’t surprise Nina, by the way – because he was probably the safest driver she’d ever ridden with. Overly safe, some might say. The prospect avoided every bump, and kept well bellow the speed-limit all the way.

After Nina had used her fake ID – No paper trail, luv, Filip had said – to get her new inhaler, EZ asked if she’d be ok with a short stop by his pap’s. Nina couldn’t say no to meeting the elder Reyes; curious to see what kind of man had sired two such different men. Seeing Gabriella behind the counter of Felipe Reyes’ butcher-shop, Nina understood the prospect’s real reason for wanting to visit his father; though there was no lack of love between him and Felipe, that much was evident by the way they looked at each other.

“She’s playing pop-music again, Ezekiel”, Felipe said, gesturing at a small stereo that was blaring the charts, as he came over to greet his son. “Amas mi musica”, Gabby grinned. “Hi, Nina”. “Hey, Gabby. Thanks for all the food!”, Nina replied with a smile. “You’re welcome”. After EZ had kissed his girlfriend’s cheek, he gestured towards Nina. “Pap, this is Nina. She’s new in town”. Felipe shook Nina’s hand. “Is my boy giving you a tour of the potholes?”, he asked. “No, he’s the most boring biker I’ve ever ridden with”, she replied with a smile, getting a guffawing laughter from the man. “See, EZ? I told you!”, Gabby grinned. “Hey!”, EZ laughed. “I’m just safe”. “Boring!”, Gabby said.

As EZ and Gabriella went to whisper sweet nothings behind the counter, Nina went to examine the bookcase Felipe had exhibited in his shop. “Looking for some light reading?”, Felipe asked. “Always… And, giving the lovebirds some space”, Nina replied, and looked towards the smiling pair behind the counter. She picked up a picture of two smiling boys, each on a bicycle; smiling proudly at the camera. For a second, she felt a sting in her heart. “That’s EZ”, Felipe said, and pointed at the smaller boy. “And the other one is my eldest”. “Angel”, Nina said. Felipe chuckled. “You’ve met him”, he said. “I’m staying at the scrapyard”, she replied. Felipe raised a brow at her. “You’re the one who has EZ sleeping on my couch”. Nina felt her cheeks beginning to burn, and put down the picture again. “Yeah, I’m… sorry”, she said. “Don’t be. It’s good to have him home at least some of the time. That… club, takes up a lot of his time”. Nina chewed her lips for a moment. “You don’t like the club”, she said. Felipe met her eyes for a second, looking tired suddenly. “Sorry, it’s not my place”, she muttered. “No… No, it’s alright”, he said, a smile forcing it’s way onto his face. “I suppose all parents have higher hopes for their children, than…”. “Riding around on motorbikes, and wearing leather in the 100 degrees desert sun?”, Nina said, returning his smile. “That too”, Felipe said. “Are you what they call a… hangaround?”. Nina’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. “Pap, that’s rude”, EZ said, having joined them by the bookcase. “I’m sorry, Nina. I’m not clear on the lingo”, Felipe said. Nina laughed heartily. “It’s fine. Really”, she said. “I guess I am. Sort of. It’s a long story”.

EZ put a hand on Nina’s shoulder. “Angel called. They’re on their way back. We should get back to the yard”. Nina nodded, and went to follow him to the door. “Come back some time if you need something to read”, Felipe said. “Or a steak”. “I might take you up on that”, Nina smiled, and followed EZ out to his bike.

They rode back to the yard; this time with EZ hitting a few bumps on the way there.

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The Mayans that had gone on the run returned to the clubhouse shortly after Nina and EZ. She got right to work behind the bar. It was easy to fall in line as a club hangaround; Nina knew the deal. Serve the beer, keep out of the way, smile, and pretend like you don’t hear or see any of the illegal stuff going on. Her role also made it easier to avoid eye contact with Angel. She was, for lack of a better word, furniture. It hadn’t been completely the same in Charming, though. There, she’d been far from the regular hangaround, and her status as family made it near impossible for her to be a croweater – god knows, Juice had tried, in his day. The memory of the biker made her frown in sadness for a second, before she shook herself, and served a round of whiskey to a Riz, Creeper and Angel; accepting a shot herself.

“Oh yeah. That scrawny guy, Rat, brought something you forgot at their clubhouse”, Riz said. He handed her a leather-bound journal. Nina sighed when she took it from him. She hadn’t as much forgotten it, as left it behind; telling herself it was by accident. Opening it was always a strange mix of warm emotions and pain. “Thanks”, she muttered. “Is it a diary, or something?”, Creeper asked. “It’s… yeah, something like that”. “Yours? Like; dear diary. Today I drank too much tequila, and lost my panties…”, he jeered. Getting a little tired of Creepers attitude, she smirked at him. “More like; dear diary. Today, a stupid ass biker kept bringing up an embarrassing drunk-story; so, I shot him in the head…”. Her heart dropped as she said the final words, and she cleared her throat. Riz and Creeper laughed at what they found to be a great come-back, while Angel seemed less amused, as he examined her face. She gave them all a strained smile. “I’m gonna go get some air. Leave you gentlemen to it”, she said, grabbed the journal, a cigarette and a lighter, and hurried out of the clubhouse.

Once outside, she went over to the cage she’d been told the club settled their internal arguments in. It was cooler now, and the sky was full of stars. She went inside the cage, and sat down on the ground; lighting her cigarette, before opening the journal. For a long moment, she just sat there, looking at the picture fastened to the inside of it; of two young boys, smiling. The youngest one was sitting on the back of a pony, that the older one was holding the reins of.

“You want me to kick Creep’s ass for you?”. Nina looked up at Angel, who’d followed her outside. He stepped inside the cage, and leaned against the fence. “I’ll fuck him up. I don’t care if he is a brother”. “No, it’s fine. He was just joking around”, Nina replied. Angel sauntered towards her slowly. “He’s trying to get in your pants, querida”, he said. “Well, add enough tequila to the equation, maybe he’s got a shot”. She raised a brow at the tall biker. “Ouch… Moving on so soon, cuervo?”, Angel said with a slight smile. “Jealous?”, she teased. “Always”, he replied – exactly as she’d hoped – and sat down next to her.

For a long moment, all that could be heard was the sound of cicadas. Angel ran a finger over the picture of Abel and Thomas. “These your kids?”, he asked quietly. “No… But, they’re family. Sort of”, Nina replied. “You got kids?”. “I fucking hope not”, Angel grinned. “I’d just screw them up”. “You’re not so bad”, she said, and nudged him with her shoulder. “Mind telling my pap that?”. Nina raised a brow at him, not wanting to push him to talk about something he wasn’t comfortable with. He took the journal out of her hands, and looked at the two smiling boys in the picture. “Family, you know. Shit… My old man looks at EZ like he’s the sun and moon combined. Me… I’m the fuckup. Even more now, that I dragged his golden boy in to the club”. “EZ’s a big boy. He makes his own decisions… we all do, at the end of the day”, Nina said, and took back the journal. She took a few huffs of her cigarette. “You look at him that way too, you know”. “I do?”, Angel frowned. “Fuck, I hope he hasn’t noticed”. “It’s not wrong to be proud of someone worthy of it. And in spite of your… bad-boy demeanor, he seems to be proud of you as well”.

Angel pondered her words for a moment, before looking at her “Sorry, I was supposed to make you feel better. That’s why I came out here. I saw how you looked when Creeper was talking about that thing”, he said, and nodded towards the journal. “It’s ok”, Nina said, and closed it; hugging it against her chest. “I’m just protective of it, is all”. “Like with the helmet?”, he asked. Nina nodded. “You wanna tell me about it?”. “What?”, she whispered. “Those kids… Whoever you got that helmet from… Why we’re sitting on you here, like you’re under witness protection or something…?”. He nudged her shoulder like she had his, and smiled a little. His expression was warm, like he actually cared about what she had to say. The closeness between them felt dangerous, at the same time as it felt perfectly safe, and right.

Nina took a breath, and was about to shrug him of – give him some half story, about being friendly with SAMCRO – when she met Angel’s eyes. His gaze was earnest; trustworthy, even. “The helmet used to belong to my… someone I used to be really close to. Those are his kids in the picture…”, she said. “I’m holding on to this until they get older. He asked me to give it to them when they're old enough to read it”. “And he died?”, Angel said. “Crashed his bike into an oncoming truck…”, she said. “Shit… I’m sorry. Who was he to you?”. Nina sighed, and smiled softly. “The sun and moon combined”, she said. “Your brother?”, Angel asked confusedly. “Not biologically”, Nina chuckled. “But he took care of me. Treated me like a sister. After he died, the club still kept me close, like family”. “So, you have a whole club of family back in Charming. Why leave?”, Angel asked. Nina’s throat instantly went dry, and she looked at the ground. “A bad break-up”, she replied, her voice breaking. “I needed a fresh start”. Angel didn’t question her; merely seemed to accept her words for truth, and moved on.

They sat in silence for a moment longer, before he suddenly looked like he was beginning to put two and two together. “Your… brother. He was SAMCRO…”. She nodded. “And he crashed headfirst into a truck”. “Yeah…”, Nina whispered, the air thick with the truth being exposed. “Holy shit… I fucked Jackson Teller’s baby sis!”, Angel exclaimed. Nina felt her stomach churn at his words. “That’s like… royalty! I should get my dick silvered or something”. Nina stubbed out her cigarette. “If he was still around, he’d probably do it himself; while it was still attached to you”. Angel winced. “Shit, yeah. That man had a reputation. He was like the boogeyman to Mayan prospects in my day. I heard that one time, he shot a guy in both legs for pinching some hangaround chick’s ass”. “He didn’t shoot him, he just broke all his fingers”, Nina muttered. Angel’s eyes widened. “That was your ass, huh…”, he said, more as a statement, than a question. “It wasn’t Chucky, was it? Is that why he’s got those…”. He wiggled his fingers in the air. “No… That was something else…”, Nina replied. “Jax wasn’t just that, though. He was a good man”. Angel nodded. “Yeah, I heard that, too”. He studied her face for a long moment. “You loved him”, he said, finally. “Like, loved him”. Nina looked confusedly at him, before she caught his meaning. “What? No…! He was family. Just that”, she replied truthfully. Angel smiled crookedly. “Good. It ain’t easy fighting a ghost over a girl”, he said.

Nina felt a smile tug at her lips, but wasn’t ready to be sweet-talked by the guy who’d openly admitted she was a one-night stand, just the day before. “I thought we agreed what this was…”, she said. “Did we? I didn’t agree to anything”. He raised his brows at her, and smiled wryly. “What happened to consent?”. “That’s not how that works”, Nina laughed. “Let’s agree to disagree about that, ma'”, Angel said. Nina sighed deeply. “You told Bishop; we fucked, yeah. But… “. Angel looked taken aback. “Are you like my brother or something? Do you remember everything?”. “I remember that”, Nina said, a slight edge to her voice. Angel frowned at her. “You never considered maybe I was about to say; we fucked, yeah. But I like this girl? Or; this girl is different?”. “You were probably about to say; she gives good head”, Nina scoffed. “You don’t know me well enough to like me, or think I’m special”. “We could change that”, Angel said. “Spend some time together… I get that you’re just passing through, and that you kind of belong to another club, because of this thing with Teller, but…”.

Nina felt a sudden rage bubble through her. “I’m not a goddamn trophy!”, she hissed. “You don’t get to use me like some big fuck you to SAMCRO, for tapping one of their girls. Fuck that!” “That’s not what I’m saying", Angel said. Nina got to her feet and backed away from him. Her breath was catching, and she felt an oncoming asthma-attack. She often got them when got upset, but couldn’t find it in herself to calm down. “Don’t try to bullshit me. I know guys like you; measuring your pride in the amount of pussy you can get to climb on the back of your bike”. She didn’t realize the harshness of her words, before she saw Angel’s expression. He got on his feet himself, and looked at her with hard eyes. “You should be careful sitting out here, Nina" he said, and looked at the cage-fence surrounding them. “Someone might thing you’re gunning for a fight". While Nina stood frozen in place, he walked out of the cage, and got on his bike; driving out of the lot.

“Fuck!”, she growled at herself, and stumbled towards the trailer. Once inside, she scrambled to find her inhaler, and took a hit; feeling her lungs return to normal function. “Fuck…”, she repeated, and collapsed on the cot; clutching the journal in her arms.

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[fuckyoucanada]

So I’m gonna tell y’all a story. Now this is not my story; it was told to me by my loving mother. I asked questions to be able to tell the story to the best of my abilities, but some things might not be explained the right way. Bare with me.

Let’s do this.

Ok so back in the 70s and 80s, my mom was a wild child. She still is, but she needs a double lung transplant and can’t really do everything she wants to. Anyway, she ran around with bikers a lot. She was very into the whole motorcycle club/biker aesthetic. Her friend, let’s call her Susan, was patched in and was one of the treasurer’s old ladies. Patched in basically meant that she had a patch on her vest that said Property of [Whoever]. We’re gonna call her old man Rat. Anyway, my mom was running around with them and dating another club member, Pinky. However, she was NOT patched in. This is very important because it meant she wasn’t technically part of the club like Susan was.

So motorcycle clubs have places (i.e. bars) that they like to hang out at. One motorcycle club per bar. You do NOT go to another clubs territory because that’s just asking to start shit.

So my mom and Susan decide to go out drinking one evening and they decide to go to a bar that I’m going to call the Bronze Duck (it was not called this, but I’ve been told explicitly to not keep any name the same so what can you do). Now, the Bronze Duck was held by the Motorcycle club S. Susan and and my mom were associated with club A.

You can see where this is going.

So they go in and start drinking. Susan doesn’t have her patch on so they’re not called out. A man, whose name shall be Peter, comes up to my mom and starts grabbing her butt. In this day and age that shit don’t fly, but this was the late 70s/early 80s and they apparently don’t understand consent all that well.

My mom was with Pinky and she don’t stand for cheating so she told Peter to knock it off. Now, she didn’t know his name at this point. He was just some large dude touching her. Peter wouldn’t stop. So, drunk af and not willing to tolerate shit, my mom grabbed her beer and dumped it on Peter’s head.

And shit got crazy.

Peter has no qualms about pushing a chick around and did just that, pushing my mom and screaming “what the fuck?” at her. This gets the whole bar rowdy af and a bar brawl starts. Susan, to quote my mother, was like a little freaking ninja, and proceeded to slam the heavy end of a pool cue against a guys nose, blood going everywhere. She then looks at my mom, who is slapping at some other dude, and yells “crawl to the car!”

And my mom does.

She drops to her knees and, in a drunken shimmy, she crawls to the exit as everyone around her beats the shit out of each other. She gets to her feet and climbs in the driver side and across to the passenger side. Susan comes running out, angry bikers on her tail, and she slams the door shut as dudes start beating on their windows. She starts the car and books it down the road. A mile or two goes by before they look st each other and burst out laughing.

My mom says she woke up the next day and had bite marks on her arms. “Those sons of bitches bit me! Not a single bruise on my face, but they had time to bite me?”

The next night they go out to a neutral bar, which doesn’t belong to any specific club, and who walks in but Peter? Peter wanders over, tells me my mom that he remembers her from last night, then proceeds to introduce himself and buy her a drink. He apologized and they danced together afterwards. According to my mother, they’re still friendly to this day.

This was kind of a horror story to me, but my mom laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes after retelling this, so I figure I’ll take her word for it. 😂

[smilesthroughfandoms]

More than Survive, chapter 11 preview!

I have it in the works, chapter outlined mapped out, and I’m not going to lie, it is a (plot wise) filler chapter. But I’m hoping to play around with character relationships so we’ll see! Anyway, here’s the preview.

“Well is there anything the rest of us can do? To, y’know, prepare ourselves for whatever is coming?”

“Yes! Don’t drink any Green Gush—”

“Obviously.”

“—stay away from any scary, crazy-looking biker chicks with neon green hair—”

“What kind of company do you three keep when you’re not in school?”

“—and try not to let anyone else drink Green Gush. Got it?”

Bradley, who’s only goal for this night one hour ago was to go out and give the best performance he could, did not get it. Time travelers? Tiny Computers that turned people into zombies? Unsettling connections to real life events and the play they were putting on? Honestly, this was all to much. But, if Melissa was asking him to try, he might as well try.

“Sure, why not?”

“Ok, I’m going to take this food to our hideout.”

“Where’s your hideout?” Bradley asked, concerned. “You might need help if everything goes pear-shaped.”

“It’s not safe. Trust me, Bradley. Just try not to let anyone else drink Green Gush, and everything we’ll be ok.”

“Did one of your time traveling friends tell you this?” Bradley asked. Melissa paused and got a weird look on her face. It was almost… nervous? Pensive, maybe? She seemed pretty tense and scared and unsure of herself in that moment. But, she exhaled and pushed the cart out the door.

“Trust me, ok?”

“I don’t have that much of a choice.” Bradley frowned, nervously, a tiny ball of fear settling in his stomach.

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Little Munson - Chap 10 - Finale

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The past year had been hard for Angel and David. She understood his desire to get out of Charming. It had been something they had both talked about since she was 15. If anything, Angel was proud that David had joined the Marines. She wrote to him as much as she could and always looked forward to his letters back. Soon, he would be visiting again and Angel could barely contain her excitement.

The days where she would get a phone call were few and far between but Angel looked forward to the few minutes they could talk. Angel spent most of her summer at the clubhouse, waiting for David’s calls to come through. They would talk of their plans for when Angel and him could both finally get away from Charming, away from the stigma that the club brought on them both. David still wanted to go to college after he was done with the Marines. Both he and Angel had their eyes set on somewhere in Arizona. It was close enough that they could visit when they wanted, and there were Sons in Arizona if anything happened. But it was far enough that their last names meant nothing.

When David told her that he would be coming home for a bit, she was ecstatic! David would finally be back in Charming and she could wrap her arms around him once more. Bobby smiled when he saw Angel buzzing around the house and the clubhouse, tidying up and rearranging to keep herself busy. Work at Luanne’s had been busy, as there were so many new girls that Luanne had also asked Angel to help with making sure all the paperwork was filled out, that everything had a copy, and that everything was where it needed to be. Angel had been working with Luanne for so long that she also helped with bookkeeping, another thing that made Bobby smile with pride.

The day David arrived back in Charming, Precious accompanied Angel to the airport to welcome him home. When Angel and Precious arrived, Angel was the first to spot the Hale family, even Jacob was there. Angel had kept in touch with David’s mother and father but had refused to ever acknowledge Jacob. Every time she saw him, she always felt awkward and creeped out.

Precious nudged Angel toward the family and they all exchanged pleasantries. Angel gave Mr. & Mrs. Hale a hug, and just waved to Jacob, refusing to get within his reach. The five of them waited and when David was finally in sight, Angel could barely contain herself and ran to meet him, calling out his name. David was talking to another man as they walked toward all the waiting families but when he looked up and caught sight of Angel, the biggest smile formed on his face and he dropped his bag, running toward Angel and wrapping his arms around her as he lifted her off the ground. David clutched her tightly against his body and pressed kisses to any part of her face that he could. “I missed you so much!” Angel sobbed into his neck, her hands gripping at his jacket. The man beside them smiled and lifted David’s bag for him, “I got this man, seems your hands are full.” David laughed and kept his hold on Angel as they continued walking toward their families.

He would be home for a week before he had to report back. They had already spent the majority of the week together. David refused to let Angel stray to far from him. He had been without her hugs and kisses for too long and he wanted to make up for that lost time. The club had agreed he could spend a night or two at the clubhouse so he could see everyone and catch up. Almost all congratulated him on joining and welcomed him back. Gemma had welcomed him back and gave his cheek and affectionate slap as she lectured him about leaving her baby girl all alone. Clay proclaimed that they needed a party to welcome him back and refused to back down even with protests from Angel and David, who just wanted time alone. The first night at the clubhouse, Angel had agreed to stay.

They laid in bed that night and just talked. David couldn’t believe that she was back in his arms. They talked of their plans for the rest of the year. Angel finally agreed she would be talking to Precious and Bobby about leaving for school. She would be able to start during the winter semester, that way she could find her own place. Angel had been smart with her money and had enough saved up. They stayed up late talking, trying to catch each other up on everything that they couldn’t through their letters or phone calls. They fell asleep that way and Clay found them tangled up the next morning, thankfully with all their clothes on.

The party was a full day event. Many of the major families in Charming had actually come out. It was town gossip that a Hale actually joined the service and was now back for some time before being deployed. David did his best to smile and be friendly but it was harder the more he noticed that Angel was always being pulled away by some random kid, who continued to wrap his arms around her. Jax and Opie had laughed, letting him know that the kid, “Kyle” was his name, was just a prospect like them and had tasked with babysitting the Munson family since Bobby was away so much.

David sat at the picnic table, clutching the can in his hand. He was doing his best to ignore the new prospect talking about Angel but every word out of his mouth drove David closer and closer to losing his temper.

“Yea. Angel is a great chick. We spent all night together,  ya know what I mean. It was just her and I all night. The kiddo was asleep the whole time for us.”

The cocky grin on the prospect’s face as he talked to the crow eaters ate away at David. He trusted Angel. They had been apart for some time but she would never cheat on him, right? He tried to push those thoughts out of his head. He was sure Jax and Opie would tell him if anything happened. Then again, those were HER brothers. They would do anything to keep her safe and happy, even if it meant withholding the truth from David. The longer Angel was away and Kyle was attached to her, the more David couldn’t contain his anger.

David stood up from his seat and stormed into the club house. He knew she would probably be in the kitchen helping out so that was the first place he looked.

“Hey, have you seen Angel?”

Jodi, one of the newer girls, was the first to speak up. “Yeah. I saw her and Kyle heading to the dorms. Said something about needing privacy or whatever.”

David cursed under his breath and made his way back out to the main room. He felt his chest tighten as he made his way back toward the dorms. Could it be true? Was Angel actually seeing Kyle as well? Did everyone know and they just didn’t want to tell him? David stopped in his tracks as he looked down the hall. Angel was leaning back against the wall, laughing at something that prick was telling her. David clenched his fists as he watched Kyle lean in and whisper something into her ear. Angel blushed and smiled up at him, biting her lip. David was seething and his fist were clenched.

Angel looked up and saw David storming down the hall. Before she could say anything, he had Kyle by the shirt and was tossing him on the ground. Soon his fists were connecting with Kyle’s face. “What the fuck David!” Angel screamed as she tried to pull David off of Kyle. She wasn’t sure what caused him to freak out and punch him. “Davey! David! Stop!” She screamed louder, drawing the attention of everyone else. David pushed her hands away and stayed on top of Kyle, his fist smashing against the other’s face. Angel looked up and saw her dad and Clay running toward them and pulled David off him.

“What the hell is going on back here? Why is my Prospect bleeding out on the floor?”

David shrugged both men off of him and glared at Angel. “Ask these two. I’m out of here.”

Angel stood there, staring as David made his way out the clubhouse, “I don’t know. Kyle was telling me a joke and saying he overheard that David has a surprise for me...He knows I’ve been feeling anxious about David coming home and then leaving and he wanted me to calm down. A-an-and then David just comes storming over…” Bobby pulled his daughter into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead.“Shh pumpkin, it’s ok.”

Angel pushed away from her father and wiped her face, “No, it’s not.” Angel was determined to find out what was going on. Before either Bobby or Clay could stop her, Angel was running out of the clubhouse and after David. “Stop! Hey! David, what the fuck!” She grabbed his arm and spun him to face her. David looked at her face and he broke on the inside. He hated being the reason she cried but this was as much as he could take: the rumors, the snide comments from everyone. It was all getting to him and it seemed they were all in on a secret against him.

“I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. You want to stay in this life, you want to stay stuck in this town and get sucked up into that club, fine! You keep on the road you’ve started. I’m not going to rescue you Angel!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know what’s going on. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of your so called “family” always testing me, as if I haven’t been around longer than the whores and that fucking prospect! I have long ago proved that I was in this for the long run but I get shit on. Constantly! No matter what I have done to help or what I do, I get shit on by these fuckers. EVERY FUCKING TIME! I am fucking done. I know where you stand. I know who you now stand with. The whole “us against the world”... I can tell that was bullshit to you. It was never going to be us Angel! It was always going to be THEM and you. Not ME and you. I. Can’t. Do. This! I am done. They can all go FUCK THEMSELVES! And when you finally get your head out your ass and realize that all they’re going to do is hold you back, then come find me. Just know this, I refuse to wait for you any longer. I guess this is great though! I leave in a couple days anyway, just got assigned a mission. So you’re free now Angel. Fly away. Do what you want without me tying you down. Not like that has been stopping you anyway.”

Angel stood in silence as David walked off to his car. He was leaving. That was the only thing running through her mind. She had just got him back and he was leaving. And there was a possibility that he would not be returning, especially to her. “I need you…please...” she whispered to nothing and to no one.

Bobby and Clay stood behind Angel, having overheard the whole conversation. Bobby watched his daughter stare off into the distance, the two had been near inseparable over the past few days. To hear David talk to his little girl like that, to hear his little girl get berated by the boy she was head over heals in love with…Bobby didn’t know how to deal with this.

“That motherfucker never sets foot here again. He does, he will regret it.” It was Clay who spoke and all Bobby could do was nod.

When Bobby took a step toward his daughter, all he could hear was her mumbling, “Please no...this can’t be.” Bobby wrapped his arms around his little girl and guided her back to the lot, where everyone had gathered and heard everything David had said. Jax was first to speak up, “What the fuck is everyone looking at? Go back to whatever you were doing!” Jax and Opie stood on either side of Angel and took her from Bobby before ushering her inside to have her privacy. Angel walked by the dorms and stood, staring into the room she and David had just shared the night before. Jax rushed over and pulled her away and Opie slammed the door closed. “Use my room Sis, take a nap. No one will bother you in here.”

Angel collapsed on Jax’s bed and curled up; she grabbed at his blanket and pulled it over her. She refused to cry until she knew they were out of the room. Jax clenched his jaw as he watched Angel curl up. He had no clue what had went on or what got to David. Shit, they seemed just fine a couple hours ago. Making his way over to the bed, Jax tucked Angel in more, just like he did when they were younger. “Don’t worry sis. We’ll be here for you. Sleep for now.” With that he walked out the room. Once Angel heared the door click, she let herself cry. She had just lost her love, her partner, her best friend and she was still so confused as to why.

That night, Jax felt it best that they had a night just for the “Samcro Siblings” at the clubhouse. Jax and Opie took the time and cleared one of the dorms. They gathered every blanket and pillow they could, even getting Gemma to bring them more from home. They recruited Bambi to help set up the pillow fort they were making and then to go with Donna to pick out all the snacks and food. Although she wouldn’t be joining them that night, Donna was happy that the four of them would be spending time together. Donna also loved the chance to take Bambi out with her, even if it was just a grocery run.

Once Donna and Bambi were back, with bags full of snacks and drinks, they made their way to the designated dorm room and Donna put all the bags on the ground. “Alright you guys, have fun tonight!” Opie pressed a quick kiss to Donna’s lips and wished her a good night. Now that the room was complete, the next part of the plan needed to be put into place. The trio walked out to toward the garage, where they knew Angel was talking to Clay. Opie grabbed Angel and threw her over his shoulder after bidding Clay a thank you for distracting her. Bambi had jumped on Jax’s back and the four made their way back inside. Angel laughed and playfully smacked at Opie’s back. When they finally got to the room, he tossed her on the ground, “GAh, damnit Angel you’ve gotten heavy!”

Angel threw a pillow at him and laughed. Bambi jumped off Jax’s back and flew into Angel’s arm, knocking her all the way over before tickling her. Angel screeched and tried to fight off her little sister but was soon completely overpowered as Opie and Jax joined in. A few times, their laughter and screeching was so loud that one of the Sons would run in with their gun drawn and find the four of them either biting, punching, or slapping the others. Bobby and Tig had finally threw the door open at one point and stared at the four of them tangled up. Bambi had Jax in a headlock as he held onto Angel, who was trying her best to knock Opie over. Bobby and Tig stared at them and slowly backed out of the room. Yea their kids were fucked up, but at least they were having fun and smiling once more.

By the next morning, it was Gemma who went to check on her babies. Clay had told her what happened the evening before and as much as she wanted to rush over to Angel, Clay told her what the other three had planned. Gemma paced for most of the night and that morning. When she opened the door, she stopped in her tracks and held her hand up to her mouth. It had been so long since she had all her babies in one place and looking so peaceful. Jax and Angel had the worst time lately and to see them curled up and looking so peaceful, as if without a care in the world, hit Gemma in the heart. Bambi and Angel were tangled up as they always were when having a sleepover, their arms clinging to one another as if their lives depended on it, and some days Gemma really believed it did. Jax was on his stomach, his hair over his face, but his arm thrown over the girls. Opie was sprawled out on his back, half of Bambi’s body draped across him and the girls trapping his arm between them.

[chiefbeck]

Chapter 18: Harley and Me A basket case...

I was born in 1966; I know a lady never mentions her age, but I never got a rule book, and to tell the truth, I don’t follow most of those antiquated sexist rules anyway. I believe we can all do what we need and what we want across gender barriers; it just isn’t that big a deal. Most of those silly rules are there to keep women in their place anyway. Face it, most women are not Barbie, and women do get a year older every year. We just age well I guess, kind of like wine.

So on with the story, I was born in 1966 and a friend of mine builds Harley Davidson motorcycles as a hobby. He is a technical genius and retired from the Navy and is now a firefighter. God knows why he went into saving more lives after 20 years of combat in the Navy, but that is what he’s up to. He builds these awesome motorcycles for fun.

In his garage spread around in half a dozen milk crates and baskets was a 1966 Harley engine. A basket case. Now this is a special engine; it was the year of my birth, and it was also the first year Harley made a shovel head engine. I had an old 1960 Harley, which is still in the family, but a 1966 bumps me up into a more reliable engine with the newly designed head and cam design. The problem is this was a Panhead lower and shovel upper. If you don’t know what I am talking about with all this “Harley head” stuff, look up those couple of things.... it’s kind of cool.

So the problem, it was mixed up, but that was also a really cool part ‘cause this engine number’s in the few thousands and is kind of rare. Other problem was it was all torn apart and all over his garage. There were broken and worn out parts mixed with a few Honda parts, dang. Oh yeah, a mouse was living in one of the jugs. Oh, yeah, the jug is a cylinder; that’s the part that holds the piston and the pressure from the explosions.

I begged him for the engine. He said no, he had an idea for a bike.

I deployed to Afghanistan and got back a half a year later.

I begged him for the engine, even pointing out that the mouse had kids, and I needed that engine for my project bike. It was my dream bike; one that was born the same year as me. It needed a bunch of work; it was a torn up and old broken barely anything left...kind of like me.

He said no.

Months go by and I see him at work down there in Dam Neck Navy base, and we go to some bars, and the engine is never brought up. A few months go by, and I am getting ready to go back to Afghanistan, and he sees me at the bar. “Hey Chris, you want that engine?” “Hell Yeah!” “Two Thousand and it’s yours.”

I am the proud new owner of 7 baskets of parts. I haul them to my garage in Virginia Beach. He gets to keep the mouse.

I deploy to Afghanistan. In my will that we all write up before we deploy, I leave this pile of parts and my 1960 Harley to him. He is one of my best friends and still is by the way.

When I get back from the war, I take 4 weeks off. I am going to build me a motor-sickle. I spread all the parts out on my work bench and start cleaning stuff up and measuring them out to see if they are in specifications to re-use. Three days later I have a list of parts that I need to buy to complete the engine. I start making up another list of parts to actually build the bike.

My favorite builders are “Zero Choppers.” So I build a combat style zero chopper. I get a sweet rigid gooseneck frame and some pretty big rims and tires. This is going to look a little like a Mad Max meets WWII combat motorcycle with barely any chrome or flashy junk. “Chrome don’t get you home; flash is trash.”

I start building the engine, and in a few weeks, I have a complete engine. Ported and polished out the intake and exhaust and cut some of the engine off to “customize” it. I used tractor hydraulic hoses for all the oil lines. The engine looked real cool. Hope it runs.

I get the frame, fenders and bars and all kinds of stuff sent in the mail. Luckily I have my own MIG welder at the house like any girl would, duh. And I am a welding, cutting and chopping. I am in heaven.

I go out on some more work out of the country and am gone a lot during these years. So I work like a madwoman on the motorcycle, then I am gone for a while. The project is going on near two years, dang war.

I have a buddy that owns a shop a few miles from my house, so I get back from one of my trips and ask him if I could bring the bike over to finish it out. He says yes, just keep the beer fridge full. Cool.

I load the bike up; its three quarters done. Fine tuning and then a once over to make sure I didn’t jack anything up. The shop is a story to itself. We work hard, but then start drinking beer and moonshine every afternoon, and then, the chainsaw comes out or we start welding some crazy shit. Once in a while we pull the guns out and start doing real stupid stuff. You got to love Virginia; there is no other place like it.

I get parts from all over the place. I use an old thrown away oxygen tank that was used for thermo baric cutting torches as an oil tank and old surplus weapons parts all over the bike. NO parts were added to the bike that didn’t need to be there to make it run. This is not a bozo bike like Orange County with stuff just pasted on to make it look good.

I minimized Chrome and for some things that only come in chrome I sand blasted the parts to dull them out. For paint, I used rattle can olive drab for the tanks and fenders. Frame was black. A lot of black parts, like the foot pegs and controls, needed to be powder coated to make them last. I couldn’t afford the powdered coating at the time, so I did it myself. Sprayed the powder on and used the kitchen oven to bake them at 250 degrees for half an hour. It worked great, but made the kitchen smell real bad. The oven won’t be baking any cookies ever again unless they use some of that easy off or some engine cleaner or something. Oh well.

A few weeks into our drunken monkey wrenching, the bike is rolling, and we got the engine and all the pertinence hooked up. Time to kick it. YES, kick it.

You see there are t-shirts that say “ole skool biker,” but that type of person is rare now-a-days. A Harley of this era didn’t have no electric start. As a matter of fact, the bike I built didn’t even have a battery. This was truly an ole skool bike.

We added about a gallon of gas to the tank, let the carburetor fill up and then I started giving it some prime kicks to get the gas in the cylinders and move some oil a bit.

Then, I retarded the magneto, so the spark would be late. Yes, you want it retarded a bit, which is a late spark, so when it fires off, the engine it doesn’t catch the kick peddle and break your leg. It does happen.

Ignition on, primed, spark late.... I kick with all my might. Nothing. I kick again. Nothing. Ok to keep this from going on tooooooo long. I am kicking for ten minutes, one of the guys says let me try. No way. I kick another five minutes and fall off the bike onto the ground, freaking beat me. Dang it. We go over the whole bike and find a short, dang. Well off to the races.

I start kicking and five minutes later it coughs. I am jumping up and down like crazy. It coughed. We are drinking beers and toasting.

My legs are spaghetti so I am was surprised that it even did that. I look over my beer and ask if anyone else wanted to try a kick. Bear, yes his nickname is Bear and he is a big dude. One of his legs is the weight of my whole body. He can bench press five hundred and still runs like a gazelle, SEAL Team shit....don’t ask where these dudes come from.

He steps over the bike and cranks the throttle a couple times to prime it. Gives it a kick and ...rumble, rumble. It was like ten seconds of coughing. That was awesome. It looked like he was only half kicking it. Then he gives it anther kick and bam, it roars to life.

We are all cheering. Toasting and hooting and hollering.

It is the loudest bike ever made. The rear pipe is a cut up Russian Rocket Propelled Grenade Launcher (RPG-7), and it is tuned to the loudest most obnoxious Harley ever built.

It was so cool and the coolest bike to ride. I rode it from Tampa to Daytona for bike week. Rigid frame wasn’t so nice, but I did it. I entered it into the “Willie’s Old School Chopper Show.” It came in first place for shovel heads. It was awesome. They took a photo of me with the trophy and a couple of girls who were models in the magazines.

I ended up in Easy Rider Magazine for that bike.

It was a cool bike; it started out as a broken up pile of junk with a mouse living in it. Really messed up. It reminds me of me. i was messed up and broken from the many injuries that I have survived. I am barely

holding it together in my mental and physical sense. How am I even still here? I am in the basket under a work bench in a dusty garage. I had a boost when I came out to live a new life. That boost started me working on myself. Dang in the old days I took a shower when I really needed it. Didn’t shave and barely brushed my teeth. I didn’t care; I was almost dead and didn’t need this body much longer. I didn’t care what anyone thought, pain didn’t care.

Living a new life, turning a new leaf. I use products in my hair now. I brush my teeth in the morning and at night before bed; even use some whitener. I use moisturizers now and take care of myself; kind of like re-welding the parts back in place and shining up the rough spots.

I think everyone needs this once in a while. We all need someone even if it’s ourselves to clean up and rebuild. Stop waiting and do it; color your hair or get your teeth whitened; every bit counts, and sometimes that little start will lead you to bigger and better experiences and challenges. With these great challenges comes great reward; trust me.

I am glad that I was able to do this with an old 1966 Harley and this old 1966 chick.

[elementalchick1]

Birds of Prey rewrite

Birds of Prey/ Harley Quinn Fix this story

My disclaimer: I ma more a Birds of Prey than Harley Quinn fan, though I love her in the cartoons and Suicide Squad. However, this movie was not good. Basically the story needs to be an empowering, funny, sexy, chick flick and it fails miserably. First, the costumes must be wonderful, not the trash bag thrift store panic shopping of the movie.

Synopsis: Harley and the Joker break up. Not sure what happened because it does not matter, but it happened when she was in prison. Harley does a drunken melt down, similar to the movie, but the soundtrack is “bang” by AJR. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4THFRpw68oQ During this Harley realizes that she has no friends. They are all Jokers crowd, and the ones who are still friendly think they are getting back together. They are also all gangster groupies. One can even quip “girls just wanna have fun”. This is different from the movie because she thought she had friends, not just Joker. Harley is doing what she calls couch surfing, which means breaking into rich people’s second homes while they are out and eating their food and raiding their closets. Harley is arrested and Amanda Waller tells her that she is on indefinite probation if she can show she is rehabilitated. Basically the suicide squad can only be from activated criminals who have potential to be rehabilitated instead of the worst. “I want you on a chain, but they want you lobotomized or put down like a rabid dog. Your choice. Is this you or is this him?” She chooses mandated rehab. “Which one?” “I don’t care. You are the psychiatrist. DO them all” New Rules: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2qgadSvNyU

SO we have the joy of Harley quin going through 12 step (and other) programs.  Shot of a board at a Y/center with the Support Groups schedule. She takes the whole thing. Comedy montage of Bikram yoga mindfulness class, breaking the finger of a guy that gropes her, “SO sex addicts group was a mistake” etc. Visual quote of Fight Club support scenes. In “co-dependents no more” she meets Canary/Dinah, who she had seen around. Canary is assigned as her sponsor. Part of the fun is we are not sure who Canary means when she describes “Men in power are addictive. The surrender of control, the reduction to Id, seems like a type of freedom. But it is a cage. You are on their leash.”  Ras-al Ghul or Arrow? (Hint underlying message- all of the birds in the movie destroy their cages- or make new ones) HQ:“You know the 12 step programs don’t work if you are an atheist.”  Canary: “You know that placebos work even if you know it’s a placebo?” Therapy montage song options:  I Love me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vImvzQCb0o8&list=PL3oW2tjiIxvTKa5OYCIb8TdKjxSYuv5dg&index=23

I drive me mad: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqBvK14JPGg&list=PL3oW2tjiIxvTKa5OYCIb8TdKjxSYuv5dg&index=36

In the different groups, she meets many people including Cassidy Cain in Klepto Anonymous. Harley co-opts and ends up leading several of the sessions. (I am OK with the casting of Canary but would like Camila Cabello. Though she could be Huntress.) Cassidy is a very different character from the movie. She is still 13, but smarter, and always on a phone. Running joke, it is a different phone in every scene. She is an epic pickpocket, appearing to be a clueless teen who bumps into people because she talks and texts and selfies all at once while actually picking people’s pockets and photographing security. She also gleans information and is the source of information on why people hate Harley.  “Wow. You should see his Instagram. He should be banned for those images. Just a sec. Done.” She is the definition of plucky comic relief. Casting should actually cast a minor. (Marsai Martin, Mckenna Grace, Brooklynn Prince.)

The Bertinelli Diamond is a nice plot device, bringing in Huntress who is tracking it as well as the gangsters who killed her family. (BTW this needs to be recast with someone who has a charisma and can at least dance. Madison Beer, Nicole Maines, Hailee Steinfeld, etc. Huntress wears motorcycle leathers, a very Asian gang vs American biker look) HQ: “OOo! Italian leather!” The Huntress backstory is necessary but cut the bit about young Helena drawing with crayons. If she draws, it should be recognizable. She’s had art lessons since 2.

Harley sees Cassidy Cain on the street steal from a known gangster.  The chase begins. We can keep the glitter cannon/ prop room brawl, but it should be a gangster hideout not the police station, (unless she can get out of it another time and have a joke where Canary coughs “white privilege”) However, to preserve a better story arc, let’s move this to a gangster vault, and have this be where we meet the Huntress. Here is where we realize that Harley loves to hit things, but hates to shoot things. Huntress is fine shooting things. “Do you have to kill everybody?” “Do you have to blow up every crime scene?” “yes” Bad Guy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyDfgMOUjCI

SO Harley has Cassidy and Huntress hanging around. Huntress wants to use Cassidy as bait while they wait for the diamond to drop. Funny bit as Huntress gets sucked into group, probably an anger management group. “I always wanted to be a teacher” Harley wants to finish her program and needs to check in with her sponsor. She is on step 8/9.

Canary: “DID you make your list” HQ: “ I think so.” Drops a ream of paper. “I have to apologize to everyone?” “It’s a start. And I know someone you could start with. It might be easier than the rest because she was hurt when you were in jail” HQ”????” Canary “Practice” Barbara Gordon is never referred to using her whole name. (casting: Liana Liberato, Kennedy McMann) The cop in the movie is completely unnecessary. Either have Oracle, “B” be in the movie or cast someone like Rosario Dawson to be a kick ass Hispanic cop and have her stuck in vice and always asked to work for ICE. Since Gotham city embodies the worst of our current world skewed through a dark lens of madness, having the women in the movie own that “the women in Gotham are the ones who have to clean up and deal with the shit and the fallout of all the crazies.”-B. “That ain’t me”-HQ. “You act like the only options are to be the ass who trashes the place or the maid. (I’m going to) Find something else”-Cassidy. The rest of the film is Bs first real run as Oracle, remotely feeding them information, using drones, shutting down the bad guys tech. “There’s more than one way to fight.”

At the climax, which does have a giant brawl of gangster thugs after the team, but all of the team, each having a dose of enemies. It begins with a girl power makeover scene as they are arming. Cassidy:“We should RUN!” Huntress: “I have been running and hunting my whole life. I want this over” Huntress gets carbon fiber outfit from B “Moves better than leather and is knife and bullet resistant, but not proof” Harley gives Canary the fishnets. “Just try them. You need some fun.” The girls make Harley stop with the white face. “Keep the Harlequin Loose the clown. “  Cassidy has a CIA briefcase she stole from the gangster prop room HQ: “Where’s ya get that?” Cassidy:” Stole it from the gangsters but can’t open it”  B:”Here let me” It is adaptive camouflage stealth tech armor. Cassidy: ”Yay! You can’t hit what you can’t see” HQ and Huntress: ”That’s what grenades are for” HQ: “Jinx!” B: “No grenades!” HQ:”we know. No Grenades! (softer)… inside”

Makeover song montage options: My way: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a5I4KwxMXAA

All the good girls go to hell:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PZsSWwc9xA

Nice to meet ya: (also might work for the group therapy montage)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRvKL8FnrtU&list=PL3oW2tjiIxvTKa5OYCIb8TdKjxSYuv5dg&index=42

The massive gangster fight proceeds. The movie does OK with this except for the dubious production design, and the lack of using Huntress well. And that all of the gangsters are completely incompetent. Note on the bad guys: We do not need a named bad guy. The “Black mask” was lame and sucked screen time. It can just be gangs, at least one run by the gangster(s) Huntress needs to kill. But just mafia, not stupid mask nonsense. As part of the makeover montage, they make a plan and set up a kill zone. B: Looking at Cassidy:”cough- Capture zone” Cassidy (on phone) “Please, what am I 12? Gotham only has kill zones.” B: “maybe we can change that” HQ: “Not tonight we can’t. Baby steps” Huntress snipes the ones with automatic guns that enter the building. Casandra fights and hides. Dropping stuff from vents, etc. When the dust settles, Joker appears: “DO I have to do everything myself?” He tries to talk Harley into coming back, She freezes, then realizes he is just distracting her so he can grab Cassidy.  It works. She chooses her new life and goes to get Cassidy.  She defeats him and kicks him off of the pier, possibly while analyzing him. “You were a horrible boyfriend!”

At the end, Birds of Prey is formed, with the good costumes. HQ:“I drop by every now and then, but I need to work on me. Cassidy stays with B, but we see each other all of the time” “Do I have to stay with you? You’re no fun” B: “I’m the only one who can pass a background check”

HQ; “I got an apartment. I had to get a roommate but I think it will work out.” There is a shot of the Help board at the Y/center with the “roommates” section and she grabs one of every tab numbers including one that says “Ivy” (Cameo of Evan Rachel wood or one of the CW redheads asking “Do you like plants?”) (This can occur earlier if we need a comic break)  

“And I got a job. Turns out in Gotham, group leaders can have an expired license.” Shot of Harley sitting in a bright spotlight with a notepad in a shadowed room full of figures in chairs with a highlight on a cape, an animal ear, etc. “Who wants to go first?”  

Playlist:

My Oh My: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fd2kkLmSDQ&list=PL3oW2tjiIxvTKa5OYCIb8TdKjxSYuv5dg&index=18

The man: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqAJLh9wuZ0&list=PL3oW2tjiIxvTKa5OYCIb8TdKjxSYuv5dg&index=27

Good in goodbye: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQZJsOSw1pU&list=PL3oW2tjiIxvTKa5OYCIb8TdKjxSYuv5dg&index=45

Bang bang: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HDdjwpPM3Y

New Rules: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2qgadSvNyU

Burn the house down: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnyLfqpyi94

Good as hell: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbmeOgWsqE

Beach bunny Prom Queen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dc6SSu5pnHw

Bored: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsPxaAVg584

Kings and queens: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jH1RNk8954Q

Sweet but a psycho: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXBHCQYxwr0

All the good girls go to hell:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PZsSWwc9xA

Insane like me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeltAGwwsDQ

[rainyaviel-au]

crazy biker chick finally made a crazy biker chick \o/ meet my non-V OC Kayla Donegan, the ex military, British Nomad that is under the control of the Arasaka Corp...............or so they think.

(I'm bad at photo mode I know forgive me haha)

[rainyaviel-au]

Everyone else losing it over the Guys and Gals of CP and I'm just over here losing my shit over bikes