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your-space-brain · 9 months

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Would You Say I’m Worthy?

Harry “Opie” Winston x Reader - One Shot

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Hey guys! It’s Blaire from @spacedbrainnn . Just moving my writing onto a main blog!

You were head over heels for the man and there was no stopping it. He was all brooding, troubled and mysterious and you could do nothing to stop yourself from the head first dive that you’d taken since you met him.

He hardly spoke, but he left you notes here and there. You’d been assisting SAMCRO for the longest time since Chucky arrived, who was a good friend of yours, and you’d caught one another’s eye. After that, it was subtle glances and a smile here or there, or even a wink if you were lucky.

‘Have a good day.’

‘Here’s a shitty daisy like flower.’

‘I hate the color of this sticky note.’

‘How’s our two fingered friend doing?’

‘I’m keeping this pen.’

Those intimate sticky note letters were barely legible and hardly anything to scoff at. What he thought was just a running joke, you enjoyed, and kept each one in a little container beneath the bar top. He didn’t know the effect he had on you, or anyone for that matter, since he lost both Donna and his kids.

“What’s it say today?” Chucky was the first one to ask as he began to wipe down the top of the deep mahogany bartop.

“‘What’s the sky look like from your end?’” You read to Chucky with a little laugh. “He asks me these questions but doesn’t give me a place to reply to them at.”

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to.” Chucky offered as he shrugged, getting back to work on making the bartop shiny and clean.

“How would you put it? ‘I accept that’?” You teased, earning a smile out of the chipper, barely fingered man.

A roar of bikes signaled that some of SAMCRO’s finest had returned, making both Chucky and you raise your heads slightly to peer through the window.

Opie was trailing Jax and Bobby as they pulled up, his long hair flicking beneath his helmet as he pulled into the drive. He stopped a bit after his parking space and backed it in, before hitting the kill switch and discarding his helmet on the handle bars.

He didn’t speak when he came in, all leather and hair being smoothed out below silver ring clad fingers. “Hey darlin’.” Jax greeted as she threw him a wave, ignoring his charm, but Opie didn’t stay long and disappeared down the hallway.

“He doesn’t speak too much, does he?” You asked Jax, and he shook his head.

“Nah, not too much. It’s been a while since he spoke freely.”

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Every Friday night was a Crow Eater party. It was a time when you would come for a while, before things got too terribly wound up, and then you would leave. You were sipping a beer, leaned on the bar, looking around but there was a pair of familiar eyes missing.

“Where’s Ope?” You asked Chucky, who shrugged.

When you didn’t get a reply, you handed the amber bottle over to Chucky for safe keeping before you wandered off down the hall to see if he was in his dorm.

Lo and behold, through a crack in his dorm door, he was kicked back in bed, still fully clothed minus his boots, an arm over his eyes with only the lamplight on. He looked peaceful, until you disrupted that by lightly knocking with one knuckle.

“Come in.” It was a slurred mumble as his eyes finally opened again. They were dark and swirling as you stepped into the meticulously neat room, the only thing out of place being a couple of motorcycle parts out on the desk.

“Hey, not joining the party?” You asked as you came to sit in his wooden desk chair.

“Nah. Not my scene.” He replied as he grunted, moving to swing his legs over the edge of the bed and sit up, his back popping while his muscles protested wickedly.

“Oh, that’s fair.” He nodded as you said it, having been half asleep, but he just yawned quietly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

He wasn’t prepared for what you were going to ask him next. “Why don’t you ever give me a chance to reply to your notes?” The man, for once, looked absolutely dumbfounded. He ran a hand over his beard as he thought about a reply, before clearing his tatted throat.

“I guess… I didn’t think you’d want to.”

This shocked you. Your brows knit for a moment as he calculatedly watched him, a frown on your lips. “Why wouldn’t I want to?”

Several reasons popped in the burdened man’s head. He was a killer, he lost everything he loved to this club and if he let you in, you were pretty much signing your own death warrant to Mr. Mayhem. You were putting a black listed card in your own hands.

Finally, he gave a heavy sigh and replied, his eyes dropping to his socked feet. “If I let you in, you very well could be ending your life by picking me.”

This caused you to recoil a bit. “So you’re not even giving me a choice?” You asked him.

“No. I’m not worth anyone getting themselves killed or hurt.”

He seemed so cut and dry with this response, as if this was already made up in his head, as if he didn’t want to risk being the sole reason another life dropped for loving him. He already beat himself down to know he wasn’t worthy.

“You don’t get to make that choice. You don’t… get to pick what’s best for me.” You told him with a shake of your head. “Why can’t you let me try?”

The words were stuck in Opie’s throat as you reached out and caressed his beard. He swallowed carefully, before he pressed his lips to your palm.

“I can’t make your decisions for you. I can only advise you that this might not be best.” He murmured, before you made him look you in the eyes.

“I’m picking you.”

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wxckedwitchcraft · 11 months

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babyara · 1 year

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+ Harry 'Opie' Winston (Sons of Anarchy)

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princessmisery666 · 10 months

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Damn I dropped sth

OMG 🥹🤩🥰😍 be still my beating heart 💗

Jax look 👀 @writercole

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witchthewriter · 9 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 3k Warnings: swears, implied past domestic violence/abuse (slight details), stalking

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You stood there as he held your head in between his large, rough hands. Opie was being so soft and you realised just how safe you felt.

“I don’t understand why you want to take care of me,” you whispered, tears forming in your closed eyes.

“Because you deserve it. And I – I like you.”

Opie could’ve hit himself in the head for saying those words. What a juvenile way of expressing himself. But he didn’t know how else to say it, other than, ‘I like you.’

It was a trial of words because what he wanted to say was, ‘I desire you, body, and soul. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. I never want to be apart. You make me feel like I’m home.’ But no, all he could say was, ”I like you.”

And while Opie was inwardly chastising himself, you were inwardly dying of happiness. Joy, fulfilment, love, would you get to receive them? Finally? After all this running, all this surviving.

A laugh escaped your lips, small and full of ecstasy. It brought Opie out of his reverie.

“I like you too,” you whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek.

Opie moved your glasses to wipe your tear away. He took a moment to admire your beautiful hazel eyes, those freckles that danced across your nose. It was difficult for Opie to not trace them.

As if he had decided something within seconds, and still holding your face, Opie slowly leant down. In understanding, you moved yourself to stand taller and met him.

Your lips touched his and you felt Opie sigh.

It had taken Opie a while to realise his feelings weren’t just based in friendship. He hadn’t planned it. That was for sure. It started with a stranger in need. And that stranger turned out to be someone he cherished. Someone he felt … at home with.

If anyone asked, Opie wasn’t lonely. He most definitely wasn’t.

But real answer was yes.

After Donna’s death, he felt lost. Even though it was a year and a half ago. He started to heal. In his own way. Little by little. Bit by fucking bit. Opie had thrown himself into the club, and maybe helping you was his way of healing. Of doing things that he wished he could have done with Donna. Although, he never thought of her when you were together.

And then his heart opened. Unintended.

But it was the flashes of your happiness when she opened her door and Opie was standing there. It was knowing that she felt safe whenever he was around. Or when he took her on his bike and she gripped him tightly.

Those little moments that Opie shared with you, made him more and more aware of his feelings. And now he was very aware.

Jax had been tracking Dalton by himself. The club wasn’t aware he was going rogue. His decision to do so was because there was something suspicious that Jax couldn’t quite comprehend. He felt like someone wasn’t being truthful here. Someone, besides Dalton, had something to hide.

And so Jax was doing his best to figure out who could be feeding information to this douchebag. Because he wasn’t all that smart; not to break into homes and set up those fucking cameras. The creepy bastard.

Day by day Jax was getting closer, but he was constantly being pulled in different directions. He couldn’t keep his focus on just one thing. He never could, but now … now he definitely didn’t have the time for pleasure. He was always on the go.

Tara was getting irritated, Jax could see that. All her worries at work and with helping the boys, he was lucky to have such a loyal and dedicated Old Lady.

He wondered what you would be like as an Old Lady…she’d never been around a club, not knowing the culture and it’s rules.

Donna was a bit foreign to it at the beginning, but she learnt the ins and outs pretty well. But decided that the club wasn’t fit for her, her children or Opie.

Fuck, Jax thought. Would you try and take him from the club, just like Donna?

On the flip side, how would she integrate into this life? Be obedient when needed, and badass when things went to shit? You had good connections with some of the guys, particularly Tig. And really, if Tig like you, then everyone will.

Your work friend, Georgie, was enjoying the sun that filtered through the building’s large windows as she sat at the front desk. Her hair had been hard to tame this morning, and she knew it would rain at some point today because of it.

Taking a second to stop typing and bask in the sunlight, she felt the shift. From warm to cold, her eyes flung open as Dalton stood in front of her.

Dalton walked into your workplace and leaned on the counter. His top button undone, hair slicked back and neatly combed. That look had taken him about fifteen minutes every morning. And always hated when someone touched his hair.

With a flirtatious smile, he looked at Georgie. It was lost on her, although she pretended otherwise.

“Hey there,” Dalton said with a honeyed voice. Smooth and sweet, it sent a shiver down Georgie’s spine, but not in a good way. She may have grown up in a small town, but that didn’t make her stupid. There was something about him that made her wary. Made her feel like something bad was going to happen.

“Hello,” she said in that airy voice of hers, still typing on the computer, entering in a log for the morning. “Can I help you with anything?” She furthered, without looking up from the screen.

When he realised his efforts in wooing weren’t going to work, Dalton slowly stood up. “I was wondering if you could tell me where Kaelie is? I’m a friend of hers and wanted to surprise her-“

Georgie looked up from her computer and bent her head to one side, as if to say, ‘I’m listening.’

Opie’s hands moved. One to the back of your neck and the other gripping your waist, pulling you towards him. A moment in time, that felt like the world had stopped. It was as if the clock on the wall stopped ticking, and was letting you have your moment.

His warmth seeped into you, and you swore you could feel him in your bones. Where lip met lip, tongue met tongue. You were toying with each other, seeing where the line was. There wasn’t one.

Your blood felt hot, and your skin was on fire, with chills at the same time. How could that be? He was sending you wild. You had never had a kiss like this before. You’d never been held like this before, in your life. With so much devotion, with no hidden malice or motivation.

His height was overwhelming, and Opie’s back was starting to hurt. So, in a fluid motion, he picked you up with ease, your legs entwining around his waist.

Things were progressing and you thought, were you ready?

Then there was a knock at the door.

Slowly, he untangled himself from you, leaving you with a sudden cold feeling.

Looking through the peep hole, Opie relaxed as he saw the cleaner.

“Ugh, we’re all good in here,” he said through the door, and turned around to face you. Who had been taking deep breaths, over and over again. You felt like you had lost your strength, or ability to stand.

Opie wasn’t charming like Jax, he wasn’t suave, and he definitely wasn’t as bold as Tig. He didn't know if he should continue this... would it ruin whatever it was between you? Would you feel used? Did you want to keep going?

The thoughts were overwhelming, so Opie took the only way out.

“Ugh, you mind if I go take a shower?”

Your cheeks reddened. Was that code for something? Should you know that? Yes, you should know that. It was adult shit.

Did it mean he was coming back…with just a towel on? God, fuck, what were you okay with right now? You didn’t want to go all the way. No, no fucking. No grinding either, no head… just … PG 13. Keep it PG 13.

You nodded and watched as Opie awkwardly made his way into the bathroom. When you heard the door close and the water turn on, you flopped on the bed.

“What the fuck.”

In the shower, letting the water run down his naked body, Opie thought the same thing. And now he had a whole night stuck in the same room with you. What the fuck was going to happen? He became truly anxious when he realised he had to talk... about his feelings.

Opie was in the shower and you were panicking. You didn’t know what to do, sit down and knit? No, fuck no. You couldn’t read right now…you couldn’t focus on anything but the warmth of Opie. He had made you feel so light, so cared for.

So, you listened to yourself. Decided to do what you wanted to do. And you got up from leaning against the wall and went to work. Lowering the lights, (wishing there were candles), turning off the tv and fixing the bed. You tried your best to make it romantic. The radio was turned on to the best station you could find, and when you did all you could do, you stood back and sighed.

You hadn’t done anything romantic for a man since Dalton (and only Dalton). Whenever he made you feel guilty, you would clean the whole house, light candles, put on his favourite movie and make his favourite dinner.

The thought popped into your head as you tucked in the edges of the bed and fixed yours and his pile of clothes. You weren’t doing this out of blame, but because you … wanted to. You wanted to make Opie smile, to see his face light up.

It was odd that Opie Winston was many inches taller and wider than your ex, he belonged to a club, a violent one at that, and knew of said violence like someone would know of a hug. He was hardened, and yet never made you feel like you were in the presence of danger.

He’d never raised his voice at you, never intimidated you or forced you. He was kind, thoughtful and … caring.

And society saw him as the bad person, while your ex; a narcissistic abuser was seen as the good person. As if he had everyone in a trance – under a spell.

In the bathroom, Opie’s phone was buzzing inside his pant’s pocket. Turning off the water, he wrapped a white towel around his waist and bent down.

“Hello,” his voice was low, not wanting to disturb you. The big mirror had fogged over and he couldn’t see himself.

His clothes were piled on the closed toilet lid, beanie on top. As Jax kept talking, he dried himself off.

“Wait, wait, he’s fucking staying at her place?”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure he knows someone from the club,” Jax was at home, taking off his shirt and pants, getting ready to put on his pyjamas. He’d got home in time to bathe Abel, to take that responsibility off of Tara’s shoulders for the night.

The baby was on the bed as Jax got ready, squirming and giggling at his father. His little feet free from booties or a blanket, the little man felt free. Jax’s heart bloomed, he wished Opie could feel this. Know what fatherhood meant, and how it felt to raise a child with the person you loved. Because Jax knew. He knew damn well that Opie loved you.

“Who? Fucking who knows him?” Opie’s fists clenched, and he heard a crack. Luckily the Nokia phone was barely hurt.

“A prospect maybe, not sure. But I’ve got everything covered down here. You just keep her away from Charming for a while. Think of it as … a vacation,” Jax said with a smile, but it was aimed straight at his son.

After Dalton had finished scoping out your work, he went to your place, keys, and all, and swung the take out on the table. He’d gotten your favourite. It was still hot, as he grabbed a bowl and spooned it into the ceramic. Moving, he kicked off his shoes and put on your favourite movie, lit your candles and sat down on your couch.

I miss you, he thought. Wriggling into the couch to try and get your smell. But all he could sniff was biker. With a huff, he put his bowl on the table and went into your room, grabbed your shirt, and put it on.

Now don’t go messing up my things, you said.

“Oh, honey I won’t!” He said with a beam and returned to the loungeroom.

Dalton decided that if you didn’t come back soon, then he would continue looking for you. He would always keep looking for his Kaelie, his bright-eyed and quick-witted love. The words you had said before leaving…you hadn’t truly meant them.

And that’s why he was here, ready to win you back.

When he was done, Dalton went into the bathroom and took of his clothes. Turning on the shower, he used every single one of your things: shampoo, conditioner, brush, razor, and when he was done. He went into your room, dripping naked and rummaged through your drawers.

Soon he found a pair of matching pyjamas, they were blue, with purple hearts on them. And as he turned off the lights and laid down in your bed, he heard the pitter patter of raindrops outside.

Opie’s lips were bright red, like he had been chewing on them over and over. What was he thinking about? You mused, worried that he was regretting the kiss.

“Ope?”

“Hmm, yeah?” He was going through his pack, and finding his gun. He hadn’t noticed your work, his head too far into the future and its possibilities.

Opie was already thinking about routes and next stops, how much money you guys had and how long you would be away for.

“Opie,” you said sternly, and his head whipped up, ready for danger. When he couldn’t find any, he looked at you and frowned. “What is it?”

You cocked you head to the side and sat on the bed.

“Haven’t you noticed…” He looked around the room and that, there was an obvious change in ambience. It didn't hurt that he hadn't noticed, what did hurt was the obvious change in demeanour. Like he was trying to ignore you.

“Oh, Oh!” He said, standing up, “yes, it’s very nice, very good.” And then he looked at you and you shook your head.

“Shit, I did too much, I went too far-“ You got up from the bed and grabbed at your chest. Your arms were entwined around your front and your hair was completely out – which was very odd, but you thought … never mind what you thought.

“No, no, you didn’t. I just,” and then you both started talking over the top of one another. Opie talking about what he was focused on, and you mumbling about what you thought was going to happen.

And you thought he hadn’t heard your last comment, but out of everything, he fucking had.

“You thought…we were, going to go further?” Opie coughed and you blushed. From head to fucking toe.

“Oh – I misread it. Forget it, forget it okay. God this is embarrassing.” You said underneath your breath and started to braid your hair. You turned off the radio and turned the tv back on, doing your best to eliminate any semblance of romance.

“Kaelie-“ Opie said, an arm outstretched, almost as if that would halt you. But you just did your best not to cry. Fuck this stupid motel room. Fuck this town and fuck Dalton, you wanted to scream.

“I’ll remember that I’m only a lost cause you’re trying to help,” you said curtly and got into bed, turning your back on him.

Opie felt like punching himself in the face. It’s probably what Jax would’ve done if he was here. Opie and feelings were an odd combination. He just couldn’t express himself perfectly all the time like some people.

You stared at the pile of books and let a tear slip. Fucking yell, you teared up a mere hour ago out of happiness and now … fuck.

You heard Opie move around the room. Making sure the door was locked, turning off the tv, shutting the bathroom door and turning off the lights.

Then you felt the bed move as Opie climbed in.

That’s that, then. You thought miserably and let a few more tears shed.

But then you felt a warm hand touch your shoulder, and Opie started to speak.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, I didn’t want you to feel pressured.” You still had your back to Opie as he spoke, and you slowly wiped your tears, not wanting him to know.

“When I said I liked you, it was the wrong word to use. I’ve only said it … romantically … to one person. My wife. Ex-wife. Ugh, deceased…wife,” you held your breath as Opie exhaled.

“I love you, Kaelie. I’m not the best with words. Or, charm,” his words were like a physical pull. You rolled over, and laid face to face. Even in the dark you could see his eyes, and you found his hand, entwining it with your own.

“I think I’ve loved you all these months but didn’t know it until … your ex came to town.” His hand was so much larger then your own, and you nearly cried at the feel of it. God you were crying so often.

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” You replied, whispering. You moved his hand into your other and tucked it firmly against your chest. With your free hand, you stroked his bearded face, and felt … wetness. Tears, he had been crying too.

“I didn’t know how,” he murmured. Resting his forehead against your hand.

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wonderdustwriting · 2 years

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“Keep smiling at me like that”

Summary - Opie looks back through your relationship, wondering what he could have done to deserve you in his life. Prompt - “Keep smiling at me like that.” Pairing - Harry “Opie” Winston x Female Reader Word Count - 525 Warnings - N/A A/N - Requests are currently open. You can find my request guidelines here Prompt List

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Opie couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten sometimes. After Donna's murder, he couldn't think about being anyone else, then one day you showed up at the shop. Your car needed a lot of work, why you were still driving it baffled Opie, however, a job was a job so he did everything he could to make your car as roadworthy as possible.

Repairing your car took several weeks to do over that time the two of you found yourselves having various conversations. At first, it had been strictly about your car, however as time went on the two of you began to get to know each other on a more personal level.

It was not long before Opie fell hard for you. He had not experienced feelings like this in a long time, and understandably he was terrified of getting hurt. Even thinking about entering a relationship with someone new was terrifying. It was not only himself he had to consider, but it was also his children. A conversation with Jax put things into perspective for him, and after much debate, he finally asked you out.

The first date was followed by date nights, then by days out with the children when Opie finally felt like you weren't about to run for the hills. You were something stable for Opie, a person he could rely on when times got tough. You were everything he could have asked for in another.

"Keep smiling at me like that." Opie had been so consumed by his thoughts he had been oblivious to you entering the laundry room with an arm full of laundry.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, I got caught up in my own head for a second." Placing the basket of laundry of the ground, you instinctively wandered over to him and wrapped your arms around him his torso. Opie instinctively returned the embrace wondering what he could have possibly done to deserve a second chance?

"Everything okay? I presumed you were happy due to the way you were smiling at me when I walked in."

"I was just wondering how I managed to get so lucky with you. Honestly, Sweetheart, after Donna died, I was sceptical for a long time. I wonder if you hadn't walked into the shop that day, what my life would be like now."

"Hey, you don't have to worry about that now. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Opie knew you were right, still, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running away, from him now and again. Leaning down, Opie brushed his lips against yours softly at first before he turned his head so he could deepen the kiss.

"What do you say we stay in today, just you, me and the kids? We can even order pizza."

"That sounds great, you order the pizza, and I'll grab the snacks and the drinks." Leaving the laundry for another day, you pulled away to get the day started.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too, I'll save you a seat since I think you need a cuddle." Opie laughed, maybe you were right, maybe he should focus more on the future rather than the past...

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marvelous-slut · 5 months

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Rekindle - Opie Winston x Reader

Y’all I’ve underestimated just how sexy Opie is. Like, stop for a minute and look at him. I’ve literally had this in my draft forever and I’m glad to finally get her out.

Warnings: MINORS, as always DNI! 18+ ONLY! Smut head folks.

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You turn the engine to your car off as you finally made it to the familiar garage. Teller Morrow. It had been at least 10 years since you’d gotten out of Charming and never looked back, even sitting in the garage brought back too many memories for your brain to count. Most were horrible memories, your father Otto being arrested right outside the club house/garage. Your mother coming in late into the night, drunken and loud. Knocking over things she didn’t need but wouldn’t throw away. If she didn’t come home, you knew she was right inside the club house sobbing for your father who was constantly in and out of prison. The more you thought about the horrible memories, the more pissed off you felt yourself becoming. You decided it was time to go in and face the members of SAMCRO, find out exactly what had happened to your mother. A part of you figured she’d gotten killed due to something with the club, or maybe one of her porn costars had beaten her to death. Whatever it was, you couldn’t allow yourself to feel one hundred percent sad about it. Your parents were never really parents, who could be when they were so invested in the club life?

You walk in to the club house, not much has changed since 10 years ago. The same smell of pussy and booze, the same mug shots hanging on the wall with the exception of a few who you assumed to be members. One struck you, taking it in as you looked at the familiar face. Harry Winston.

“Jesus Christ Ope.” You say softly, before you have any time to think about what he did or if he was still in, a voice brings you out of your thoughts.

“Well look at who’s here!” Piney, it was so good to see him. Even if he looked sick with the oxygen tubing sticking out of his nose. You walk over to him, opening your arms for his warm embrace. “How you doin’ kid?” He asks, smiling largely.

“I’m good Piney, how’d you end up with that shit hanging from your nose?” He chuckles deeply, letting out a cough once he’s done.

“Lung issues, too many Marlboros I guess.” You laugh and he pats you on the back, before you can ask any questions about Opie you get your answer. He stands outside the door of the chapel, leaning up against it and seeming like he’d rather be anywhere but here. Seeing you wasn’t something he was looking forward to like the rest of the club.

“Well, glad to see you made it out for someone’s funeral.” He speaks coldly before walking out of the club house completely. Piney can see the discomfort on your face and speaks up.

“Ignore him, he’s been a real prick since Donna died.” Donna, it had been two years since she passed. He was still mad about that? You sigh and shake your head. You didn’t attend Donnas funeral and maybe you should have, maybe you should have been there to support Opie. He’d called you after it happened, drunken and slurring almost every word that come out of his mouth. You felt it was disrespectful to Donna to come to her funeral and comfort her husband, who you dated for years and considered your first love. It didn’t feel right no matter what way you thought about it, so you didn’t come. That was the last time you’d heard from him until today.

“I guess death can do that to a person. I’ll see you later Piney, I have to go get started looking for a dress to bury mom in.” He hugs you once more, this time a little more tight than before.

“He still cares about you kid. He loved Donna, but he loved you too.” He whispers, making you go cold. You break the hug and smile at him softly, heading out the club house doors as fast as you could. Hoping Piney didn’t notice the grief written all over your face.

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You had been through many challenges before, but trying to find your mother an outfit for her funeral that wasn’t completely revealing may be something you weren’t able to do. She’d turned the house into an even bigger dump than it was before you left, ashtrays filled to the brim with butts, beer cans and bottles scattered everywhere. Clothes thrown to the side, on the tv, in the floor. It was a wreck. You prayed it wouldn’t be yours to deal with now. You move a pile of books on the bed to the side to lay out what clothing looked appropriate to bury someone in when a stack of photos falls out. You pick them up, looking at each one. A photo of you and Otto on his Harley, you were maybe 6 years old in the photo. It made you smile, even if there was a lot of shit memories connected to your father you did know he loved you. You knew it was shitty not to call or even visit him, if they’d even let you. You look to the next picture, feeling like someone had just hit you in the chest. A photo of you and Opie on your senior prom night.

“God, my hair. My face.” You say softly, laughing at how much different you looked. Your eyes roam over to Opie, he was much smaller than he is now. Hardly any hair on the poor boys face compared to now. You sigh, folding the picture and sticking it in your pocket. Maybe you’d get to show it to him, if he lets go of the issue of Donnas funeral before you leave. The knock at the door takes you away from reminiscing. You’re in shock at who stands behind the white, dirt covered door.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for earlier. I guess I’m bad at letting shit go.” Opie says, he leans against the frame of the door, before you can suggest for him not to do it. “Can I come in?” You move out of the door way, noticing him looking around the disaster of a house.

“It’s a fuckin’ dump. Luann couldn’t keep a house up worth a shit apparently.” You say, he laughs a little bit. “There’s no way I’m staying here. Guess I’ll get a hotel till I go home.” You say, moving around some clutter, scared to sit on the couch even after it’s gone.

“If you need a place to crash, I’m sure the club wouldn’t mind if you stayed at the house. My house is pretty empty too, wife being dead and all.” You weren’t sure how to react to the last comment, so you didn’t acknowledge it.

“Thanks Ope. I found this going through moms stuff.” You hand him the photo, as soon as he looks at it he laughs. You feel your chest tighten when he does, even after all the years apart he still had an affect on you.

“Jesus, look how fuckin’ scrawny.” He says, you remember the first time he’d ever put his kutte on, how it was so baggy on him. He’d definitely grew into it over the years. “You were pretty, still are.” He says, you can’t help but smile at the comment.

“Don’t kiss my ass just cause you were being a shit head.” He grins, knowing you were half right. He felt awful for being so cold toward you, especially this being the chance to let you know that he’s never forgotten you. How you’d haunted him nearly everyday for the last 10 years.

“Listen, I gotta get going. Got some shit with the club that needs handled. If you need to crash at my place, you know where I am.”

“Thanks Ope. I really appreciate it. I’ll see you later?” He nods his head and closes the door behind him. You place your back to the door, hanging your head down. It shouldn’t be this way, the high school sweet heart still having some stupid affect on your mind years later. You look up, opening your eyes to a large rat sitting in front of you.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You scream, grabbing the dress you’d found for your mother and slamming the door behind you.

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The porch light is barley shining when you step up to the door. You knock on the door, not having to wait long before it’s answered. Opie stands in the door way, only in a towel. Hair still wet from showering. You feel your eyes widen, looking him up and down. You knew it was obvious even if you had been praying it wasn’t.

“Sorry, didn’t think you’d stop by.” He says, moving out of the door way. You step in, the place was much different than your mothers. Clean, neat, no reason to be scared of being on the couch.

“So you just answer the door for anyone half naked?”

“Just the pretty ones.” You feel your face heat up at the comment. Embarrassed that you’re blushing like this. You place a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.

“Ope, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” You say softly, he brings your head up to face him. Looking into his eyes makes your heart go faster than it had in years. He places his hand on the side of your cheek, caressing it gently.

“It’s okay.” Before you can respond, you feel yourself move closer, kissing him. He moves his hands to your hips as you stratal him, gripping them tightly. You run your fingers through his damp hair, the last time this had happened was when the two of you were 19 years old, what you’d thought would be the last time you ever got to be this close to him. You break the kiss and head down to the towel that covered him, uncovering his hardened cock. Turns out, everything about him had grown some in ten years. You lower your head down, running your tongue up his cock as he moans out. One thing you love about Opie, he never was afraid to be loud. He’d let you know how good you made him feel. You wrap your lips around his cock, moving your head up and down. Slowly, trying to get him going and eager for you. It worked very fast, he grabs a fist full of your hair, tugging it gently trying to get you to pick up the pace. It was hard to take him in your mouth without choking, you hadn’t been blessed with no gag reflex like most. Taking him little by little however, was driving him insane.

“Too big for you to handle now?” He asks, you can just in-vision the smirk plastered across his face. You decide to take it as a challenge, taking him until he hits the back of your throat. You hold in your gags, but the tears forming in your eyes can’t hide that you’re struggling with taking every inch of him.

“Fuck.” He mutters out, leaning his head up to watch the sight in-front of him. A sight that as much as he was ashamed to admit, thought about from time to time even while he was married to Donna. You pull your mouth off of him, slowly, letting him feel every movement as you do. He groans out, as you straighten yourself up, he’s pulling at the waistband of your shorts. Silently, he begs you to take them off. You begin to unbutton them and he helps get your underwear and shorts off swiftly. Eager to be inside of you. You reach your hands down to discard your shirt before you slide yourself down onto him. Your walls stretching with every inch you take of him. Moaning out, you rest your hands on his chest. He places his hands back onto your hips, helping you move and watches your face as you adjust to him.

“Oh my God. Ope.” You whimper out, moving yourself faster and more steady onto him. A hand finds its way to your breast, grasping it firmly. He moves his hand farther up to your mouth, he drags his thumb over your lips slowly. You open your mouth far enough for him to graze it over your teeth. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back. The feeling of him reinserting himself makes you whine out, arching your back as he picks up a steady pace. You turn your head, closing your eyes and taking in the feeling of pleasure that’s overwhelming your senses. He uses one of his hands to turn your head back to him, holding it there.

“I want you to look me in the eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel.” The words make you even wetter than you were, which at this point you’d thought was impossible. He feels your nails digging into his back, using your hands to pull him closer to you. Looking at your face and the way you tightly had your legs wrapped around him, he knew you were close to cumming. He speeds up, thrusting into you faster and a touch harder than before.

“Fuck! Ope-“ You’re unable to get another word out before you feel yourself tighten around him. You grab him, pulling him down and smashing your lips against his. You grind against him, making sure to ride the orgasm as long as possible. Feeling you grind against him sends him over the edge, he groans out as he releases into you. You would thank God later for the birth control pills, but right now that was the last thing on your mind. He pulls himself out of you, laying down beside you as you both try to catch your breaths. You try to make the shaking in your legs stop, but it’s useless. You decide to just lay there until you don’t feel shaky or hazy.

“So much for small talk huh?” You ask, he chuckles and stretches out his arm for you to come over. You do so, resting your head on his chest. The feeling feels so good, so familiar and you hate to think about it ending. Suddenly dreading going back home.

“Yeah. Maybe we can do that in the morning.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

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Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

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#jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #jax teller x y/n #jax x reader #female reader #Rescue you - Flufftober 23 #kinktober vs flufftober 2023 #tw: kidnapping

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enretrogue · 3 months

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

༝༚༝༚ = Black/POC Works ⎢ 24’ Fic Rec M.List

ONE CHICAGO:

Connor Rhodes

Mine — @halsteadlover

Dream Partners — @sjhhemmings

Comfortable — @kiddbegins

Babysitting 101 — @iamwhoami

Emergency Love — @callsign-dexter

Plan — @lcvesjj

Jay Halstead

Kiss It, Kiss It Better Baby — @halsteadlover

Haunted — ^

Night Struggles — ^

Our Little Family — ^

A New Milestone — ^

Under Fire — ^

Shadows From the Past — ^

“Ladies love a guys who’s good with kids” ⎢ Part 2 — @poppadom0912

Uncle and Niece (Platonic) — ^

Love on Ice — ^

30 Hours — @dandelionfairyyy

Halstead’s Favorite Duo — @ballarkeselection

Exciting — @fangirlfrom-hell

CPD Gala — @hereforhalstead

Home — @deanstead

The Way You Are — @loislane41319

PEAKY BLINDERS:

Alfie Solomons

Interviews for New Beginnings: Part 7 — @muneca-lemon-steppa

Request 24 — @fandom-puff

Living with Alfie Solomons — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

The Silent Treatment — @warnersister

Luca Changretta

Living with Luca HCs — @heavencanbeaprisontoo

Thomas Shelby

Me Time — @garrison-girl-08

Daddy’s Princess — ^

Tommy Convincing His Wife to Stop Being Angry — @wutheringcaterpillar

Of Bending and Breaking — @call-sign-shark

Mr. Forgettable — @mrkdvidal1989

Time After Time Chapter 14 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Wedding Day — @cillianthinker

When She Laughs, The Heavens Hum a Stun Gun Lullaby — @saintmuses

SONS OF ANARCHY:

Filip “Chibs” Telford

The Last to Know — @kdogreads

Imagine Being Chibs’ Old Lady ⎢ Part 2 — ^

Imagine Taking In the Teller Boys With Chibs — ^

Very Soon — ^

My Dove — ^

Ruin — @bullet-prooflove

No Words — ^

Teach Me How to Ride — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pussyfooting — @indifferent-depravity

Happy Lowman

Violent Little Thing — @fanficimagery

Your Family Disapproving of Happy — @imagineredwood

Angst to Fluff Prompts — @ravennaortiz

Flash Fic Request — @withmyteeth

Cocoa Wars — @darqchilddaydreamz

Miss Me — @marvelous-slut

Just for Today — @obsessedasusual

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Relentless — @violentdelightsandviolentends

Heatwave — ^

Insomnia — @spaghettificationandpretzels

You Aren’t Meant to Be Back Until Christmas Eve — @rebelwrites

Only Mine — @thisreadswhatever

Fluff Prompt — @youvebeenlivingfictional

I’m Sorry — @pumpkin-writes

Rescued — @garbinge

Harry “Opie” Winston

Nowhere to Be — @drabbles-mc

Stolen Sweater — @i'm-just-a-mississippi-girl

Good Honest Work — @spaghettificationandpretzels

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fandom-oneshots-etc · 1 year

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Requests are OPEN🎉

Dear All,

Requests are now OPEN! Please feel free to send in your requests. I have listed the characters that I write for below the ‘keep reading’ line. A few things to remember:

I do NOT write ships like Buddie etc. I only write Reader-Inserts.

I only write for characters mentioned in the list as well as any that have been added under the Additional Characters sections on my Masterlist.

I have not yet written SMUT fics, but I am not opposed to doing so.

I do not currently have an uploading schedule, but I will try to get any requests done ASAP.

That’s all there is to say, so feel free to request!

Thanks,

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Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= not exactly smut but not appropriate for under 16

[Jax Teller]

[Alexander “Tig” Trager]

[Blurbs]

!#Tig and his ol’ lady(16+)

#Tig who’s obsessed with his ol’ lady(16+)

[Happy Lowman]

[Harry “Opie” Winston]

[Filip “Chibs” Telford]

[Kip “Half-Sack” Epps]

[Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz]

[Herman Kozik]

[Tara Knowles]

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[Wendy Case]

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Tate Langdon

Xavier Plympton

Arrow

Oliver Queen

Slade Wilson

The Breakfast Club

Andy Clark

Brian Johnson

Jon Bender

The Boondock Saints

Connor McManus

Murphy McManus

Rocco

Criminal Minds

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

The Crow

Eric Draven

Jimmy Cuervo

CSI Las Vegas

Greg Sanders

Nick Stokes

Warrick Brown

CSI Miami

Eric Delko

Ryan Wolfe

Tim Speedle

CSI New York

Danny Messer

Don Flack

Dazed & Confused

Randall Pink Floyd

Ron Slater

Detroit Rock City

Hawk

Lex

Jam

Tripp

The Flash

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Friday Night Lights

Landry Clark

Matt Saracen

Tim Riggins

Ghostbusters

Egon

Peter

Ray

Winston

Gotham

Jerome Valeska

Riddler

Horror Movies

Billy Loomis

Charlie Walker

Stu Macher

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Legends of Tomorrow

Ray Palmer

The Lost Boys

Allen Frog

David

Edgar Frog

Michael Emerson

Sam Emerson

Mayans MC

Angel

MCU

Bruce Banner / Hulk

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Captain America / Steve Rogers

Eddie Brock / Venom

Hawkeye / Clint Barton

Loki

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Thor

NCIS

Timothy McGee

Tony Dinozzo

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

The Outsiders

Dallas Winston

Johnny Cade

Sodapop Curtis

Punisher

Billy Russo

Frank Castle

Riverdale

FP Jones

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Sweetpea

Shameless

Lip Gallather

Sons of Anarchy

Jax Teller

Juice Ortiz

Opie Winston

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Stranger Things

Argyle

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Gareth Emerson

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Tommy Hagan

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Twilight

Embry Call

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Jasper Hale

Paul Lahote

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Shane Walsh

#multifandom masterlist post #masterlist post multifandom #-- content warning. be advised.#-- minors dni.#// if there's nothing linked that means there isn't a masterlist or i haven't written for the character listed yet. kind of a placeholder.#if the character / fandom isn't listed i don't write for them... just an fyi.

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introvertedlass · 8 months

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Just for fun...

What character death affected you greatly? Like you can never get over it. It can be from a book, movie, tv show or song.

I'll go first with a few of mine (I have many).

Lance Sweets from Bones (sobbed uncontrollably)

Lagertha from Vikings (I ugly cried)

Opie Winston from Sons of Anarchy

Hedwig from Harry Potter

Owen Meany from a Prayer for Owen Meany

Tom Robinson from To Kill a Mockingbird

I'm sure I will think of more later.

#character deaths #traumatic #why do the move us so

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

Paid story for @alohomorasomnium. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, implied dog abuse

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Even with the morning’s debacle, you still thought the interview went well. So well in fact, that they offered you a job on the spot.

“We know it’s short notice-” said one of the interviewers. Her hair was in a messy pony tail and cat hair was covering her blue Vet shirt.

“-But we need some help around here. Charming doesn’t have a lot of aspiring vet technicians. Would you be able to start tomorrow? Full position.” finished the supervisor.

They were both lovely women, the latter in her fifties, with short highlighted blonde hair. She reminded you of your mother a bit.

The younger one seemed incredibly kind, but also a bit airy. Like she could float away to the land of the fairies at a seconds notice. They had introduced themselves as Georgie and Patricia (But “everyone calls me ‘Pat’ or ‘Patty.’).

You nodded in response, trying not to jump out of your chair.

“I would absolutely love that. Thank you for the opportunity.” You smiled warmly at them; a true smile, that reached your eyes.

Maybe someone was looking out for you up there … or … down there. Depending on ones’ beliefs.

“I’ll tell you now that our practice is connected to the town’s pound, “ her hands waved as she spoke, and her big hips swayed from one side to the other as she walked. “It’s so lucky we work together – it really helps as many animals as we can.”

Pat’s accent had a bit of a Southern twang to it, making her even more homely. Even the way she walked, with her hands in the air, waving around as she spoke; even if she wasn’t a mother, she sure would make the perfect Texan one.

“Oh, I’ve never heard of that before-“ your heels clicked and clacked as you both walked down the tiled hallway. The pound was always a sad place in your eyes, but when you entered the conjoining doors, it was anything but.

You couldn’t help but let out a small, “wow,” as you looked around the building. It may be old, but there were hints of love in every corner.

Posters were on the walls of who had found “their forever home,” and then on the other wall were all the eligible animals. To your displeasure, there were more posters of those who hadn’t been adopted.

A desk sat in the middle of the room, with a receptionist who was typing away, but stopped immediately as she saw the two of you.

“Hey Aunt Pat!” The girl had long blonde hair and looked to be about in her early twenties.

“This is my niece, Rebecca,” Pat said with a chuckle and a shake of her head.

“Her favourite niece,” the young woman chimed in. She was very beautiful, and you had an inkling that maybe Pat had a huge part in that young girls life. And not just workwise.

“Hi, I’m Kaelie,” you said, reflecting the same smile back at the girl.

“Nice to meet you. Not a lot of new people come to Charming, so it’s nice to have someone new.” Then the phone started ringing and in an instant, Rebecca answered it.

“She’s a good girl, going to college to study teaching,” Pat said as she led you through another set of doors. The pride in her voice was obvious.

– 🛠 –

“And this is Rex,” her voice was high and bubbly as she rubbed the pit bull’s belly. The old cream coloured dog’s tail was like a propeller.

“He’s gorgeous,” you complimented, crouching down to let him smell your hand.

He gladly did so and gave it a little lick in acceptance.

“We have about eleven dogs up for adoption, and five cats,” Pat went on. She got up and you followed her out of the stall.

The tour lasted another twenty minutes, where you met every animal, their name and background. A few weren’t ready for too much human interaction, and it was those animals that you were excited to work with.

“That’s about it!” Said Pat, she turned and put a hand on her hip.

“This is great, I can’t wait to start,” with open hands, Pat handed you a uniform and grinned.

“Honey, we can’t wait either!”

– 🛠 –

You followed Pat out into the main foyer, and Rebecca was in light conversation with a darkhaired man.

“The offer still stands sweetheart,” he was leaning against the bench, a leash in his hands that was connected to rottweiler that looked as if it hadn’t been fed properly in months.

“You’re a bit too old for me, Tig,” he laughed and shook his head.

“Alright, alright, fair enough-“

“Hey! You leavin’ my Becca alone, right Mr Trager?” Pat’s accent seemed to come out even more.

“’Course I am, you know my love is for you and you only Patty,” Tig walked over and gave Pat a kiss on both cheeks.

You furrowed your brows and watched in amazement. He had the same kutte as Opie.

“And who is this lovely lady?” Tig’s eyes flicked to you and your head turned to the side, you weren’t one for fake flattery.

“The new vet tech,” Patty answered in a loved-up voice. She was definitely one for fake flattery. Well… she probably didn’t catch on to the sham.

“Trainee, vet tech,” you corrected her. You didn’t want people to think you were something other than who you were.

“Ah, so we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” Tig said with a wink.

Once again, you raised your eyebrows, but now turned to Pat for an answer.

“Oh – Tiggy here brings in strays that he’s found.”

It all clicked, and something shifted inside you; respect. Even if he was acting like a dickhead.

“Sure do, too many bastards in this town who don’t look after their dogs,” you could hear the rising passion in his voice.

“Too many bastards everywhere,” you echoed, and he looked at you differently then. Maybe he just found some respect for you too.

“Okay, lets get this guy some food,” Pat said and sauntered away.

From far away you could hear her open a cabinet and pour kibble into a bowl. The phone rang again, and Rebecca answered, her customer voice sounding the exact same as before.

Crouching down, you lifted your hand and let the skinny dog sniff it. His brown eyes flickered toward you and your hand, but tentatively he stepped forward. You were still, knowing that any loud or sudden movements could throw him off.

Sniff, lick, sniff, lick, he kept doing it over until you were able to give him a gentle scratch behind the ear.

The whole while, Tig was staring down at you, impressed.

“You’re really good with him,” Trager said, behind down to be eye level with you.

“I just – understand animals,” you said while shrugging lightly. It wasn’t everyday that you got a compliment from a biker.

“It’s good you’re here, I think this place needs all the help it can get.” Tig whispered the last part, and luckily Rebecca was still on the phone.

But you weren’t alone for long when Pat came back with two bowls.

“Now here we go,” she sat them down lightly and all three of you moved backwards.

Within seconds he started devouring it, barely chewing the kibble, or even taking a breath. The sound of his chewing was quite humorous, and you couldn’t help but smile.

This is what you wanted to do. Help those who are unable to help themselves.

– 🛠 –

With a bag containing your uniform and a few forms to fill out, you waited outside for Opie. Not believing your day, you soon heard the rumble of a bike and looked up. The sun was glaring in your eyes but not enough to render you completely blind.

It was quite obviously not Opie, but Tig, who sat on his bike a few parks down.

“Hey! You got a ride?” He yelled over the rumble of the bike.

You were about to yell back when you walked over to him. Immediately he cut the engine.

“I do, I only met him this morning though. His name is Opie-“

“-Opie? You gotta be kiddin’ me, he’s one of the Sons.”

“Pardon?” You said, squinting your eyes.

“Oh – we ride together, we’re in a Club.” He turned then, to show you the back of his leather vest. Almost like an excited kid showing you his brand-new toy, he pointed to the words.

“Ah, I thought it looked familiar,” you replied, leaning on one leg and putting a hand out to block out the sun.

“Where do you need to go, maybe I can give Opie a call, save him a ride,” Tig took out a pair of sunglasses from his shirt pocket and slid them on.

“I need to go to…” You needed a moment to remember the mechanics name, “Ooh Teller Morrow mechanics!” You said, clapping your hands once and leaning to the side.

“No shit, that’s where I work. Small world,” he said with a laugh.

“I think that’s said a lot in this town,” you said smiling.

There were no warning signs, no funny feelings in your stomach to indicate danger. Everything seemed … normal. Like you were talking to a genuinely good, albeit flirty, man.

But he could see the hesitation on his face and something in him understood. He’d want his daughters to act the same way. Getting on some stranger’s bike isn’t the best decision.

“I can call Ope and you can talk to him if that eases anything?”

You declined, already making your decision. A man who brings stray dogs to the pound for help has a green tick in your book.

“Just don’t go too fast, ‘kay?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” He handed you the helmet and held out a hand to help you onto the seat.

– 🛠 –

The ride wasn’t terrible, even enjoyable at times but there were a few close calls with red lights. Ultimately you didn’t feel as safe with Tig as you did with Opie, who had somehow made you feel safe as soon as he accelerated.

Tig slowed while turning into the compound and you let loose the breath you had been subconsciously holding onto. He parked next to a row of other bikes, turned off the engine and helped you off the bike. In all honesty, your thighs were killing you. Skirts were not made for motorbike riding.

You slide your bag over your shoulder and followed Tig. He was talking but nothing was registering, your mind was too busy comprehending the big Teller Morrow sign as well as keeping an eye out for … a certain someone.

Within moments a young guy, around your age, come out of the mechanics area. His pale blonde hair gleamed in the sunshine and Tig introduced him as “Jax Teller.”

He wiped his hand on a dirty rag, slung it over his shoulder and held out a hand.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he said smoothly. What was with this Club and flirting?

“Pleasures all mine,” you said with a courteous smile, taking his hand, you couldn’t help but look at the rings on his fingers.

As if you were shaking a bag of food to attract your cat, Opie seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

“I see you’ve made it to Teller Morrow mechanics,” he said – mentally cursing himself for such a lame comment. And if you had been looking at the other two guys, you would see the smirks on their faces. But all you were focused on what the giant of a man.

“I have indeed,” you replied, mentally worrying about how to stand, where to put your hands, if you were standing up straight.

Like you had saved him from feeling like a fool, he gave you a warm smile and ignored the silent taunts from the other Sons.

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