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Holding Out Hope

Squares: “Apologize right now” @anyfandomangstbingo // “Good. I meant it to hurt.” @anyfandomfluffbingo // Hurts To Breathe @badthingshappenbingo // Excessive Tense Switch @howbadcanitbebingo // Red Carpet Event Sons of Anarchy Bingo // “I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason” @taylorswiftbingo // Mutual Pining TMAS @supernatural-jackles Words: 3115 Warnings: mentions of cheating, assault (on a skank) Credits: The wonderful @princessmisery666 for being my sounding board and beta. A/N: Please don’t come at me for the tense switch. It’s for how bad can it be bingo!

You woke with a heaviness in your heart and a sinking feeling in your gut. You know it’s going to be a bad day but you didn’t anticipate the reason. You couldn’t if you tried. Grabbing your phone off of the nightstand, you trudged to the kitchen in your sleep shorts and tank top, finding your assistant, your publicist, and your bodyguard chatting in hushed tones over steaming cups of coffee.

“Did we really schedule a pow-wow this early?” you grumbled as you poured your own cup of caffeine, sipping the black nectar, and turning to face the three people who keep your life on track.

They share a glance, one that seemed to hold a lengthy conversation. Your bodyguard sighed and faces you with a sympathetic look.

“Some photos were released this morning. Of Jax,” he said, tentatively holding out his phone to you.

You eyed him suspiciously as you took it from his large, outstretched hand. As you refocused your gaze on the screen, you nearly dropped your mug. Your boyfriend of ten months was photographed with that slutty waitress from the diner in town, Ima. His hands tangled in her hair as she sucked his dick. Another showed him buried balls deep in her from behind as he fucked her against the wall of the alleyway behind the diner. Classy as ever.

You sucked in a deep breath and hand the phone back. “Okay. Opie, you’re driving me over to his house. Fiona, I want you with me. We’re going to draft a press release.”

“You’re sure about this?” your assistant, Venus, asked with a furrowed brow.

“I wanted to leave him. I needed a reason,” you replied coolly as you set your mug down. “Venus, I’m gonna need you to go through everything he has access to and revoke it. Take his name off of all of my upcoming events and guest lists. Get me an updated schedule of parties and events so that we can reconsider my attendance.”

“When do we leave?” Fiona questioned, her thick Irish accent comforting you slightly.

“Twenty minutes,” you stated plainly. You grabbed your coffee off the counter and nod at your team as you strut towards freedom.

By lunch, you were single again and seated at a private table in your favorite restaurant with your team, treating them to lunch for helping you out with so much trust and compassion. You truly didn’t know what you’d do without them.

“You have your movie premiere tomorrow,” Venus reminded you as you went over the details of your schedule.

“Shit. Guess I should see if anyone needs an extra ticket since I won’t have a date,” you sighed.

“Unless we find ye one,” Fiona smirked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“And how do you propose we do that, Fi? Everyone will be busy on such short notice.” You hope she didn’t suggest what you expected of her. She was the only one who knew about your crush on your bodyguard, her Irish motherly instincts picked up on it almost immediately.

“Well, we know one lad who was planning on being at the event anyway,” Fiona explained, “an’ I think it would be easier for him if he were on your arm instead of on the sidelines.” Fiona didn’t mention that she also knows about Opie having feelings for you, though he almost gave it away by the way he glanced between Fiona and you with wide eyes and a look of hopeful panic.

“What?” you squeaked, “you can’t think I’m going to force my bodyguard and friend to endure the cameras and paparazzi and questions.”

Opie’s shoulders sagged when you said ‘friend,’ even though he knew there wasn’t any other way to phrase it. He opened his mouth to offer to accompany you but Venus cut him off.

“Hon, we know it isn’t ideal but what other choice do you have? It’s either take someone you’re close to or go alone and let those reporters grill you about why Jax cheated on you,” she said quietly.

“That was harsh, Venus,” you chided.

“Good. I meant it to hurt,” she replied stubbornly. “It got your attention, didn’t it?”

“If I may,” Opie calls across the table, drawing the attention of all three women. “I could be your date. I’ll be there anyway. It’ll be fun to be able to hang out with you instead of being on the sidelines.”

You ducked your head to keep your composure, your heart wanting to burst at the idea of hanging out with Opie all night long. “Ope, I can’t ask you to do that,” you decline half-heartedly.

“You aren’t asking. I’m offering,” he shrugged.

“And I’m insisting,” Fiona interjects. “That’s settled. You’ll answer ‘no comment’ to all of the questions, have a great time at the after party, and get home in one piece.”

Opie pulled Fiona aside after you’d all arrived back at your home. “Fi, why were you pushing for her to take me as her date?”

“Oh, you know why, boyo,” she sassed.

“I can’t tell her, Fi. Not now. Not after what Jax just did.”

“Dun you worry about that,” Fiona told him, patting his chest. “Just trust me, lad.”

Opie watched as she strode back in the house, his thoughts drifting. He didn’t realize how long he had been outside, sitting at the patio table while the afternoon sky turned red and orange as the sun set.

Above him, without either of you knowing, you were sitting on your balcony with your own train of thoughts running through your head. You’d asked Fiona why she even suggested Opie to be your date. Things between the two of you were perfectly fine how they were and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship by adding romance into the mix.

All she did was offer a knowing smile and pat your cheek before leaving for the evening, promising to call you after the premiere.

Your stomach growled and you headed down to the kitchen to make a quick dinner to take back upstairs. That plan changes when you spy Opie still sitting on the back patio. You made enough food for the both of you and carried the plates outside when you were done.

Opie spun around when he heard the door open, surprised to see you walking out with two plates and a soft smile.

“Since you’re still here, I made you some dinner,” you explained as you set the dishes down on the outdoor table. “Eat with me.”

Opie nodded and you both sat down, eating in silence, stealing glances when the other looks away. You secretly hoped that he would take his time so you could continue watching the way the evening sunlight caresses his face.

“So what time should we leave tomorrow night?” he asked between bites.

“You know you really don’t have to be my date if you’re uncomfortable with it,” you whispered as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“I offered,” he insisted, “I wasn’t bullied or forced. I’m more than comfortable being your date tomorrow or any other time.”

You were stunned into silence, your head tilting in disbelief, your lips slightly parting as you try to wrap your head around what he just said.

“I mean, we’re…we’re friends, right?” he adds, breaking your heart.

“Yeah, Opie. Friends,” you mutter, standing up and clearing the dishes quietly. You stood at the sink with your back to the door, trying to compose yourself. You remind yourself that you broke up with your boyfriend today and that you shouldn’t be worried about if Opie looks at you as nothing more than a friend.

You sulked in your room for most of the day, hiding in case Opie stopped by. Venus came over to help you get ready, graciously being your hair stylist and make-up artist for the red carpet event.

“So you and Opie, huh?” Venus smirked as she lined your eyes.

“We’re just going as friends,” you sigh dejectedly, trying not to move much.

“Yeah, right,” she scoffed. “You might have yourself fooled but I’m not blind, honey. I see how you look at him.”

“How do I look at him, Venus?”

“Like you're planning your wedding or imagining yourself riding him into oblivion,” she told you bluntly.

You groan in embarrassment and roll your eyes, unable to hide from her knowing smile. “Am I really that obvious?”

“Nah. I didn’t notice until Fiona said something one day,” Venus laughed.

“That Irish bitch,” you muttered, causing Venus to laugh again. “I really like him, Venus.”

“You should tell him,” Venus shrugged as he dusted your lids with a shimmery shadow.

“I can’t do that,” you hiss at her quietly while your eyes dart to the door.

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather pine for a man I’ll never have than be rejected and lose my friend,” you confessed. Every word was true and the thought of putting yourself out there to be hurt made you want to vomit.

“Why on earth would he reject you?” she scoffed. “And why would you lose your friend?”

“I wouldn’t be able to look at him the same way and neither would he. And seriously, how many other men have rejected me? Most recently by publicly fucking another woman,” you reminded her.

“Jax Teller is a dumb slut. I warned you about him from the moment you met,” she admonished as she sprayed your face with setting spray and applied another coat of hairspray to your elaborate style.

“Yeah, but -”

“No, enough of that,” Venus interrupted. “You need to tell him.”

“But -”

“It’s time to get your dress on so this conversation is over,” Venus instructed you with a flourish of her hands before turning to get your dress.

Opie was leaning against the arm of your sofa, his fingers tapping lightly against his legs. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, silently begging for it to slow.

He quickly stood when he heard the door open, taking a discrete deep breath as he turned to face the hallway. Venus walks up first, looking him over and mouthing that he looked great. She rushed to get out of the way and stand next to him.

Opie felt the world melt away the second you entered his view. His jaw drops in awe as he watches you glide towards him like an angel. He felt his chest burning, realizing that he had forgotten to breathe the second he laid eyes on you.

“You look great, Ope,” you say as you eyed him up and down.

“I…you…wow,” he stuttered, his cheeks turning red beneath his beard.

Venus stands smirking in the doorway as she watched the two of you, lost in your little bubble. Neither of you noticed when the sound of a car horn punctured through the silence, so engrossed in each other.

“Okay, kids,” she called as she stepped towards you. “Time to go. Remember, ‘no comment’ to paparazzi, have fun. Opie, you’re gonna be with her all night and I’ll be back in the morning to let you go home. I’ll lock up. Bye!” she rushed out while physically pushing you and Opie to the door.

The red carpet was filled with reporters trying to find out any kind of gossip they could. Your grip on Opie’s arm tightened as you walked towards the waiting crowd.

“You don’t have to answer any questions you don’t want to,” Opie muttered.

You nod in response and take a deep breath as you reach the first mark. You were grateful that the first three reporters stuck to questions about the movie and the dress you were wearing as opposed to the beefy brunette on your arm.

By the time you reached the final mark, and the final reporter, you were feeling relaxed and calm. The reporters were respectful and avoided any questions about the recent press release and your split from your boyfriend. You got too comfortable.

“Hey, Y/N. Maureen Ashby with Charming News. When did you first find out about Jax and Ima?” she asked.

Suddenly, the cameras were all trained on you, waiting for your response. The lights were blinding and hot, your dress constricts your chest, your lungs refuse to expand. You start gasping for air, reaching behind you for someone, anyone. Every breath felt like knives stabbing between your ribs, the pain making your stomach turn.

“It’s okay, I got you,” you heard as a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a broad, muscular chest.

You felt your breathing stabilize as Opie held you, his large hand rubbing up and down your back. You closed your eyes and breathed him in, his leather and cedar scent filling your lungs and calming you. You were reluctant to pull away after your breathing returns to normal but you do, looking up into the concerned eyes of your bodyguard and date.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, I think so,” you reply. “Can we go inside?”

“Anything you want,” he says as he places his hand protectively across your waist and guides you to the venue, leaving reporters and camera people calling after you.

Opie guided you into the bar area and snags two glasses of champagne, handing one to you and downing the other in one gulp. Your eyes scan the room as you sipped from your glass. You turned back to Opie, freezing when you laid your gaze on a familiar face.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Opie followed your gaze and stiffened.

“What is she doing here?” you asked as you watched Ima strut across the room in a black sequined gown.

“Nothing good,” he answered as he stepped to your side.

Ima noticed you standing with Opie and sneered, stalking your way purposefully. “Find another boyfriend for me to play with?” she taunted as she looked Opie up and down with a hungry gaze.

“Just go away,” you sighed, the energy you have for the event rapidly draining while you dealt with the skank.

“Did Jax tell you why he came to me?” she questioned. Ima stepped closer to you, leaning into your space. “Did he?”

“You should back away,” Opie warned as he noticed your jaw flex and your hand clench.

“It’s because your pussy was boring,” she said in a low voice.

You cock your arm back and jam your balled up fist into her nose, a satisfying crack echoing before blood started dripping down her chin.

“You broke my nose,” she cried. “Apologize. Right now. I have an audition tomorrow!”

“Oh sweetheart,” you cooed condescendingly, “you’ll be blacklisted with every director, producer, and studio by midnight. Should give you plenty of time to keep your pussy exciting for that cheating piece of shit.”

You strode away with your head held high, proud that you stood up for yourself. Opie called the car around and followed you outside, standing behind you while you sent texts out to your agent as well as all of your friends in the casting department.

Opie helped you into the car when it pulled up, settling in the back seat next to you for the short drive home, smiling proudly at you the whole way.

You walked into the house, Opie hot on your heels, and went straight to the kitchen. You’d made sure that no one would cast Ima in even an adult film while you were en route and now you needed a drink. You filled a glass with ice and second guessed yourself, deciding to get a glass of water instead.

“Are you okay?” Opie asks as he followed you into the kitchen.

You nodded while you swallow, hoping that he wouldn’t push the issue.

“Let me see your hand,” he demanded.

You obliged, holding your punching hand out to him, inhaling sharply when his large hands engulfed yours, the warmth immediately relaxing and calming you.

He inspected each knuckle gently, softly brushing over the swollen flesh. You were certain that you had forgotten how to breathe when your eyes met his. Suddenly, you were very aware of how close he was to you and how you wanted to be even closer.

You moved towards his face slowly, your free hand cupping his bearded cheek. He released your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist, the gap between you closing as your lips met his. What started out tender quickly morphed into something passionate, filled with the pent up longing and want the both of you had been hiding for months.

You moaned into Opie’s mouth and tangled your fingers in his hair. His arms tightened around you even more, pressing you into his chest. Opie pulled back, leaving the two of you panting, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“Does that mean what I hope it means?” you whispered hopefully.

“If you hope it means I’ve been wanting you for too long and I can’t stand the thought of not being with you anymore, because that’s the truth,” he told you, caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“Then it does mean what I hoped,” you grin.

“Maybe you should call Venus and tell her not to come by in the morning, then.”

“On the way to my bedroom,” you winked.

“Is that right?” he smirks.

“Mhmm.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

You turned, picking up your phone and dialing Venus as you started to walk towards the bedroom. Opie was right behind you, unzipping your dress and helping you out of it. You start pulling on his belt behind you, fumbling with the buckle with one hand while the phone was still ringing.

“Well, hey there, suga,” Venus cooed when she answered the phone.

“Hey, Venus,” you giggled, Opie kissing your neck as you crossed the threshold into your room. “Um, you probably shouldn’t come by tomorrow morning.”

“Is that right?” she replied, a knowing tone in her voice.

“Yeah you may wanna give us like…two or three days,” Opie chimed in as he pushed you down on the bed.

“Oh my,” Venus chuckled. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Bye Venus,” you both called before you hung up.

Opie’s lips slotted against yours again before trailing down your jaw and neck. You whimpered and writhed, desperate for his touch.

“Opie, please,” you begged.

“What was your old record?” he asked with a cocky smirk.

“Uh…three I think. Why? Can you beat it?” You really hoped he could. Even though you knew that one with him would be better than three with anyone else.

“Oh sweetheart,” he scoffed, “I got this.”

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