#Opie Winston X OC

[mysticalmallard]

Jealousy and Violence

Description: The party is in full swing when she arrives with her roommate. The night ends with Opie pissed and looking for violence.

Word Count: 3,035

Warnings: normal SoA warnings, and mentions of attempted SA nothing graphic or detailed

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Opie stands near the entrance of the clubhouse, his mind a swarm of different emotions. He's nervous, excited, and a bit worried about how the night is going to go.

As he waits he sees a car pull up, and his heart skips a beat as he sees Jessica stepping out. His excitement quickly turns to a wave of disappointment as he notices she has a guy with her.

He watches as she talks to the guy, clearly having a conversation with him. Opie scowls at the sight of them together, the guy's hand on her shoulder. He can't hear what they're saying, but the sight of Jessica with another man bothers him more than he cares to admit.

He clenches his fists as they make his way over to him, feeling a pang of jealousy. He's already mentally preparing himself to play nice, even if he's less than thrilled about this new development.

As they approach, Opie tries to school his expression into something more neutral. He gives them a fake smile, his eyes lingering on the guy's hand still on her shoulder.

"Hey, you made it," he greets them casually, stuffing his hands into his pockets to hide his clenched fists.

Jessica smiles back at him, oblivious to his inner turmoil. "Yeah, we almost got lost trying to find this place," she says with a laugh, gesturing at the guy beside her. The tall, muscular guy standing next to her smiles as well, his eyes running over Opie.

"Yeah, it's a bit tucked away," Opie mutters, his gaze flitting between the guy and Jessica. "So this is your roommate?" he asks her, trying to sound nonchalant. In the back of his mind, he can't quell the flicker of jealousy.

"Yeah, this is Michael," Jessica introduces them, gesturing at the guy standing beside her.

The guy gives Opie a friendly smile, extending his hand. "Hey, nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you."

Opie eyes the guy warily, taking his hand in a firm handshake. "Yeah, same here," he mutters, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. He glances at Jessica, hoping she hasn’t noticed his unfriendly demeanor.

Jessica, being her sweet self, doesn't seem to pick up on the tension. She smiles at both of them, oblivious to the undercurrents.

"C'mon, let's head inside," Opie suggests, trying to break the awkward tension. "It's a bit rowdy inside, but it'll be fun." he mutters, holding the door open for them.

"Good, this one could really use a drink, with the day she had" Michael sighed, walking Jessica inside.

Opie raises an eyebrow at Michael's comment. "A bad day, huh?" he asks, trying not to sound too eager for details. He follows them inside, his mind still fixated on the fact that she has a guy with her.

Jessica groans, her shoulders dropping. "Ugh, yeah. The places I went didn't have any positions available, and the interview I had this afternoon..." She pauses, shaking her head. "Ugh, total disaster...but i dont wanna talk about all that right now" she sighs waving her hand dismissively.

The mention of the interview piques Opie's interest. He glances at her, intrigued. "What happened at the interview?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

Michael grumbles upset beside her at Opies question. She lightly swats him to shut him up "..I'd really rather not talk about it" she answers Opie while giving Michael a look.

Opie's curiosity is heightened by her vague response. He can tell there's more to the story, and he wants to know what happened. But he can also see that she's not keen on discussing it further, and he doesn't want to push her.

He shoots a curious glance at Michael, wondering what he knows that he doesn't.Micheal makes another disapproving noise making Jessica glare at him.

"Welp...since I'm not wanted in conversation here I'm gonna head to the pool table...I just got paid and I'm feeling lucky" Michael mutters ruffling Jessica's head, messing up her hair and making her swat at him again laughing.

"Hey, not the hair!" she protests, trying to fix her messy hair. Opie watches their playful interaction with a mix of emotions. He can't help but feel slightly annoyed, noticing the ease and familiarity between the two.

Michael chuckles at her protest, his hand moving to ruffle her hair once more. Opie clenches his jaw, having to forcibly resist the urge to pull her away from him. He's never felt this possessive over anyone before and it's unnerving.

Michael heads off towards the pool table, leaving Opie and Jessica alone. Opie glances at her, watching her smooth down her hair. "You two seem close" he says, unable to keep the hint of jealousy out of his voice.

Jessica finishes fixing her hair, oblivious to the edge in Opie’s voice. "Yeah, Michael’s my best friend," she replies with a fond smile that causes a pang in Opie’s chest.

"Best friend, huh?" Opie mutters, the word feeling bitter on his tongue. He knows he's being ridiculous. Jealous over a simple friendship. But he can't help the feeling of resentment towards this Michael guy.

Jessica hums thoughtfully "Yeah, he and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember, basically grew up together" she replies not seeing why he's so interested.

She glances at him, noticing his scowl. "What’s with that face?"

Opie realizes he's scowling and quickly changes his expression. "Nothing," he grunts, not wanting to admit the truth. He knows he has no right to feel this protective over her, but he can't shake off the jealousy.

Jessica doesn't buy it, but she doesn't press him. Instead, she glances around the room, her eyes resting on the dancing people and the crowd. "Is it always like this?" she asks, watching the chaos.

Opie follows her gaze, taking in the rowdy atmosphere of the party. "Yeah, pretty much," he mutters, "This is a regular SAMCRO party. Things can get a little wild."

She hums as she takes in her surroundings, her eyes still scanning the room.

Opie watches her, studying her face. He wonders what she's thinking, if she's enjoying this chaos or if she's overwhelmed. He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking. "You, uh, want something to drink?" he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

Jessica nods, her eyes finally focusing back on him. "Yeah, I could use a drink," she replies. "Nothing strong though...I guess im driving tonight." she says gesturing over to Michael taking multiple shots surrounded by a crowd of people cheering feeling quite comfortable in his surroundings.

Opie nods in understanding, his eyes flickering to Michael and the crowd around him. He feels another pang of jealousy, seeing the ease with which the man is fitting in. He swallows it back though, focusing on Jessica. "Alright, I'll get you something light." he says, leading her over to the bar.

The bar is packed with bikers and women, and they have to squeeze their way through the crowd. Opie keeps his hand on the small of Jessica's back, guiding her through the crowd of people. He can feel the heat from her body, and he has to resist the urge to pull her closer.

When they got to the bar he place an arm either side next to her on the bar, effectively creating a cage around stopping anyone from bumping into her while also not touching her himself.

The closeness of her body, the way she fits perfectly in the space he’s made for her, it’s almost too much for him. He can smell her perfume, a light floral scent, and it’s taking all his willpower not to bury his face into her hair.

He signals to the bartender, a pretty brunette in a tight top, who looks like part of the “entertainment” that Jax arranged earlier. The bartender gives him a sultry smile, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. Opie grits his teeth, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, but he pushes it aside and orders two beers.

The bartender turns to look at Jessica, giving her a not so subtle once-over. Opie bristles at the way the woman glances at Jessica, taking in her pretty face and flattering outfit. He can see the bartender mentally comparing herself to Jessica and finding herself lacking.

The bartender hands them their beers, her gaze flickering back to Opie. She leans over closer to him, showing an ample amount of cleavage. "If you need anything else, you let me know, okay?" she purrs, her voice dripping with suggestive undertones.

Opie thanks the bartender, gritting his teeth at her blatant flirting. He can feel Jessica tense up in front of him. He quickly grabs the beers, steering Jessica away from the bar.

They find a small table in a quieter corner and sit down. The music is still loud, but they can at least hear each other talk. Opie watches as Jessica takes a sip of her beer. Her fingers around the glass are slender and delicate, and for a moment he imagines what they would feel like on his skin. He chases away the thought and takes a gulp of his own beer.

The silence between them is awkward. Opie doesn't know what to say. He's not a conversationalist on a normal day, and right now he's too busy trying to keep his jealousy in check.

Jessica breaks the silence. "So...how long have you been part of the club?" she asks, taking another sip of her beer.

Opie shrugs, fiddling with the label on his beer bottle. "Since high school. Jax and I have been friends forever. Both of our dads were founding members, so i guess we always have been apart of it in some way....we became prospects at the same time." He glances at Jessica, noting the curiosity on her face.

She hums in understanding, her gaze drifting over the room before returning to Opie. "So, it's like a family thing then?" she inquires, genuinely interested. Despite the noisy and rowdy atmosphere, Opie feels himself relaxing a bit, his shoulders untensing.

"Yeah, you could say that," he replies, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. "It's more than just a club. It's our brotherhood. Each and every member looks out for one another. It's...it's hard to explain." He takes another sip of his beer, watching her intently.

The hours fly by as they talk. Opie finds himself opening up more than he usually does. There's something about Jessica that makes it easy to talk to her, she listens intently and doesn't judge, offering advice and witty comments that make him chuckle. It's easy, comfortable and Opie finds himself growing more fond of her with each passing minute.

The longer they talk, the more Opie forgets about the party happening around them. The chaos, the music, the shouting, even the other members fade into the background. He's too fixated on her, her smile, her laugh, the way she tilts her head to the side when she's listening. He's drawn to her in a way he's never experienced before.

The two of them are in a comfortable bubble, immersed in conversation, when suddenly they are interrupted by Michael stumbling back to the table, swaying slightly. He slings an arm around Jessica's shoulders and grins at Opie.

"There you are!" he exclaims, his voice slightly slurred. His face is rosy, and he's obviously had a few drinks. He grins at Opie, then turns to Jessica. "I've been looking all over for you, Jessssiee...do you still feel upset that the guy tried to make you blow him for a job??."

Jessica's face flushes with embarrassment, her expression immediately going from relaxed to mortified in seconds. She shoves at Michael's chest, trying to push him away. "Michael!!" she hisses in a voice between a whisper and a yell, "Shut up!!"

Michael cackles, clearly enjoying himself. He turns to Opie and leers, a dopey grin plastered on his face. "Yeah, she was not happy about that, man...not at all."

Opie's eyes narrow at Michael's words. "What the hell are you going on about, man?" he snaps, feeling his irritation rising.

"Ignore him...It's nothing really, just a sleezy guy at the job interview I had" Jessica says, shrugging, pulling out a bottle of water from her purse handing it to Michael.

The mention of a sleazy guy makes Opie's blood boil a bit. He clenches his jaw, his protective instincts kicking in. "What do you mean 'sleazy'? What the hell did he do?" he asks, fixing his gaze on Jessica, his eyes suddenly intense.

Jessica avoids Opie's gaze, busying herself by fussing with the hem of her top. "He just made some inappropriate comments, that's all" she replies, her voice nonchalant.

Michael scoffs, opening the water bottle and chugging it. "Yeah right he told you that you would only get the job if you blew him then he tried to stop you from leaving....that's a little more than inappropriate Jessie" Michael pouts up at her still pissed that she wouldn't let him do anything about it when he first found out.

Opie feels a surge of anger at Michael's words. Someone had made a pass at her, tried to manipulate her into something like that? He feels a possessive need to protect her, to make sure no one ever puts her in that position again. "Who the hell was this guy?" he growls, his voice dangerously low.

Michael shrugs "she wouldn't tell me who but I know the bar....Real dodgy looking shack on the outside of Charming heading north.." Michael mumbles ignoring the look Jessica was giving him.

Opie absorbs the information, immediately recognizing the bar Michael is talking about. He's been there before, on club business, and it's definitely a seedy place. Thinking about Jessica being in that environment, being propositioned like that, makes his blood boil.

"I know that place," he mutters, still clenched jaw. He turns his gaze back to Jessica, his expression stormy. "You're not going back there, understood?" he says firmly. It's not a request.

Opie marches away from the table, his mind churning. He spots a group of members near the pool table and heads over to them. They greet him with nods and smiles, but he's not interested in pleasantries right now. "Jax, need to talk to you," he says gruffly, his tone making it clear it's important. Jax, sensing the seriousness in Opie's voice, straightens up. "What's up, brother?" he asks.

Opie leans in, his voice low so only Jax can hear. "Jessica had an incident at a bar downtown," he starts, "Some sleazeball tried to make her blow him for a job and would let her leave."

Jax's brows furrow, his protective instincts kicking in as well. "Who was it?" he asks, already starting to feel angry for Jessica's sake.

"Don't know yet," Opie replies, frustration seeping into his voice. "But we're gonna find out....do you think some of the guys are sober enough for some shit kicking?"

Jax chuckles at that, a dangerous smile forming on his face. "Oh, there's at least a few of us left who can still walk without stumbling over our own two feet." He glances around the room, sizing up a few of the other members who seemed relatively sober.

Jax grins, slapping Opie on the shoulder. He turns to the other members, yelling for their attention. "Hey, we got a situation needs taking care of, who's sober enough to ride?"

A few of the members perk up at that, the excitement of a possible confrontation overriding their inebriation. They stumble over to Jax and Opie, some more steadier on their feet than others.

"Alright," Jax barks, "We gotta go teach some bastard a lesson about treating women with respect. You in?"

The members nod, eager to get on their bikes and cause some damage. They all love a good fight.

"Then let's get moving," Jax says, turning to Opie. "Lead the way, man." Opie nods, already heading for the door.

Jessica watches as they all storm pass her heading outside "Opie...what's going on?" She asks him as he stomps by.

He stops, looking at her for a moment before answering. "stay here I'll be back in awhile," he says bluntly.

His tone is gruff and dismissive, but there's a hint of worry in his eyes. Before she can say anything else, he's out the door, leaving her standing there worried and confused.

As Opie steps out into the night, flanked by Jax and the rest of the MC, his mind is already focused on the task at hand. They mount their bikes, the engines roaring to life. The adrenaline is pumping through their veins, fueling their anger and determination. They know they're about to do something illegal, something that could have consequences, but at this moment they don't care. This is about protecting one of their own, about sending a message to any dirt bag who thinks it's okay to treat women with disrespect.

Jessica walks outside followed by Michael still trying to figure out what is going on.

As they step outside, Opie's eyes immediately catch sight of Jessica and Michael. He curses under his breath, not wanting them to be involved in what he's about to do. He glares at both of them, his eyes hardening.

Her eyes widen as she sees the raw anger etched on his face. She tries to call out to him, but the roar of the motorcycles drowns out her voice.

Michael has a neutral look on his face. He understands whats happening and why. he knows its not something the club would stand for.

Glancing from the group of bikers to Jessica he sighs.

"Come on lets go inside and wait for them to come back" he says calmly putting an arm around her to guide her back inside. He looks over his shoulder locking eyes with Opie giving him a short nod.

Opie acknowledges the short nod from Michael with a slight dip of his head. He knows that Michael will look after Jessica while he's gone and it eases his mind a bit.

[garbinge]

Charming Life (7/?)

Opie Winston x Teller!SisterOC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller Jax Teller & OC Joanne Teller 30 Day Fic Challenge (18/30)

Chapter Index 

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Siblings fighting again, light angst, but other than that mostly fluffy.

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics @chloe-skywalker @kmc1989

“Hey.” Opie’s voice caused Jo to turn around, almost knocking over her salon chair. 

“Hey.” She laughed and steadied herself. 

“You alright?” He frowned, taking a step closer to her. “Yea, sorry just a weird day.” 

“Micky?” Opie frowned and asked. 

“No, why? What do you know?” The girl got nervous, quick. 

“Nothin’, no. Just see you get like this when it’s gotta do with that piece of shit.” 

“For once my problems have nothing to do with him.” She laughed and ran her hands through her hair again. 

Opie frowned looking for an answer from her and she just shook her head. “Jax and I got into it, feel like we haven’t fought like that since we were teenagers and I was yelling at him to turn his music down or he was pushing me down the stairs to get the passenger seat the rare times Gemma took us to school. This was bad, Ope. He said some awful shit.” 

“I remember way worse fights than that.” Opie laughed and wrapped his arm around Jo as he recalled the fight he witnessed first hand. “Think he asked you what it’s like to be so perfect and it snowballed from there.” 

“I pushed him in Gemma’s azaleas, she still hasn’t forgiven me for that.” Her head was pressed against Opie’s chest. 

“He’ll come around.” He was now rubbing her back with his arm. “How you holding up about Luanne?” 

“I’m fine, more worried about my mom. She asked to watch Dil today, think she’s trying to break the cloud around her.” Jo spoke still soaking in every minute of this embrace with Opie. 

“You off work?” Opie asked, hoping it meant he could spend some time with Jo. 

“No, I have a 4:30 client. Who always shows up late and wants a full head of highlights, shit take’s forever.” She sighed. “What’re you doing tonight?” She peeled away from his chest to look up at him. “Want to hang then? I can pick the kids up and have ‘em sleep at my place. We could watch a movie.” She shrugged. 

Opie sighed and dipped his head. “I’ve got club shit tonight. Don’t worry about the kids, Bobby’s sister is watching them.” 

Jo looked up and raised her eyebrows. “You’d be better having Bobby himself watch them.” She teased. “I’ll pick them up, they can stay at my place. Dil loves having them around, I think she breaks them out of their shell.” 

“She does, Ellie was mumbling that song Dillon is always singing around the club the other day. I’m lucky to get her to say more than 5 words a day.” Opie laughed. 

“See. I’ll pick ‘em up after this client. I’ll see you in the morning.” Jo leaned up and placed a quick kiss to Opie’s lips. It was still an unsure thing, the two hadn’t really discussed anything, which was typical, but one thing that was certain without words was something shifted with them. 

“Everything’s going to be okay.” Opie caught Jo’s head before she pulled away too far. 

“I really hope that’s true.” She closed her eyes and before another word could come from her mouth, another kiss was being placed on her lips, this one more passionate than the one she left on Opie, this one he was holding her close like taking any time away from doing exactly this would paralyze him, but his touch was light and tender on her so as not to make her uncomfortable. The kiss was long, and Jo practically melted into him again. She felt the butterflies in her stomach full force, still almost a dream to her that this was her reality. 

_____

As Jo pulled into TM the next morning, she saw Gemma walking from the office to her car. 

“Hey!” She called to her mother before stepping out of the car. Gemma turned and frowned. 

“What’re you doing here so early?” 

“Wanted to check in on you, plus I’m meeting Opie, going to grab breakfast with everyone.” She pointed to her backseat which had all 3 kids. 

Gemma smirked and thought to ask more questions but held off. “I’m headed to give Wayne a ride. Just needed to drop off some paperwork I brought home last night.” 

“How you holding up?” Jo genuinely asked her mother. 

“I’m fine.” She answered quickly and clearly lying straight through her teeth. 

“Here if you need anything.” Joanne spoke just as the rumbles of motorcycles began to sound from down the street. 

“Looks like your breakfast date awaits you.” Gemma’s eyebrows raised and she smiled again before peering into the car to see the kids. 

Jax and Opie pulled up. Opie offered a quick wave as he moved to debrief with the rest of the guys, leaving Jax by himself. Jo would have easily ignored her younger brother if it wasn’t for Dillon undoing her belt and opening the car door to run towards him. 

“Uncle Jax!” She called out as she ran faster than Jo’s head could wrap around what she was doing. 

Without a second guess, Jax was kneeling to the ground to pick the girl up, all smiles on his face. “What’s up Dillybear.” She was now settled in his arms. “Going to breakfast, I’m going to get waffles, french toast, bacon, sausage, maybe hashbrowns,” she started listing off every breakfast food there was before catching her mother’s eyes and frowned. “and a cup of fruit yogurt because mom makes me.” 

“Yea mom can be annoying, can’t she.” Jax said knowing Jo was in full earshot to hear it. 

“So annoying, I hate the yogurt cup.” She crossed her arms and pouted. 

“Dillon, c’mon get back in the car, we’re gonna head out soon.” Jo’s voice was stern. 

“Do I have to eat the yogurt cup.” She tried to negotiate, a tactic she probably picked up from Gemma. 

“Yes, but if you eat the yogurt cup you’ll get chocolate chips in your pancakes.” 

“Deal.” The little girl was squirming out of Jax’s arms and running back to the car. 

“I don’t appreciate you negating me to my kid.” 

“It wasn’t a big deal, relax.” Jax laughed it off, annoyed himself. 

“Nothing’s a big deal to you because you don’t have to deal with it, it’s Jax’s world and we’re all just living in it.” 

“You really want to start this right now?” Jax looked like he was eager to fight with her. 

“I didn’t start shit, Jax. You started this by keeping that shit to yourself.” She pointed at him, it took everything in her not to step up and let her finger lay into him. 

“Can you just trust that I’m going to fix shit?” 

“You can’t seem to trust me, why should I trust you?” She pinned it back on him. 

“Call me when you grow up.” Jax was walking past the girl, shaking his head. 

“Jax!” Jo turned and it caught everyone’s attention but that didn’t bother her at all. “Call me when you actually want to be a brother!” 

It wasn’t a monumental diss, but it sure did get her point across. 

____

Breakfast was silent besides the kids murmuring and giggling to each other. It really was true, the three of them really brought out each other's personalities. While Kenny and Ellie became more vocal and out of their shell, they showed Dillon that she didn’t always have to be into the adult conversations. It was something that came with being an only child, she’d find herself in the mix of the adults, but now she had kids around her age more frequently to keep her occupied from that. 

“You wanna talk about it?” Opie casually brought up the tension as he picked at his plate. 

“No.” Jo was aggressively stabbing her pancakes. 

“Can I have your bacon?” Dillon was peering over at Opie’s plate. He let out a chuckle and looked to Jo for her permission to which she nodded. 

“Here, each of you get a piece.” He handed each kid one. 

“See you just have to ask, they normally say yes.” Dillon thought she was whispering perfectly but it just earned her another chuckle from Opie. 

“I’m so full.” He leaned back in his chair and looked at the kids. Dillon was so quick to copy him by leaning back as well and rubbing her belly.

“Ahhh, me too.” 

“You’re a funny kid, you know that, Dill.” Opie was smiling looking down at her. 

“Can we get pancakes every Sunday.” Kenny was leaning forward on the table, while his feet dangled. 

“If the schedule allows it, I don’t see why not.” Opie said with a shrug. 

“No, like all of us.” Ellie spoke up, still a shy voice, but learning to break out of it. 

This made Jo look up and she saw that the girl was looking between her and Dillon. 

“Yea, Ellie girl, I’d like that a lot.”

[vae1bixy]

Opie Winston x OC {Josie Bethe Teller]

Title - Partner in crime

Wordcount - 3.8k

Summary - Everybody has a secret that she doesn't tell anyone. Something dark and twisted or something more easier then that. A small embarrassed secret. But in Josie's life hers was a little more darker then a simple doll obsession.

A/n - This is my first time writing for SOA. Or for doing one of these with an original character. WARNING This contains death and abuse.

Josie Beth wasn’t a push over.

You couldn’t be where she grew up. If you acted weak you lost respect. Or at least any respect that could potentially be given. She learned from a very young age. That if you’re not strong you don’t get respect. You don’t cry, you don’t let yourself be hit or verbally berated. You fight back. Even if it costed you.

She was just sixteen years old, just in the junior year of high school. When she was even there. She was either suspended or expelled. At that time she had begun dating this guy. They were inseparable. He was a straight A student. A guy that never got into trouble. The complete opposite of her. It was almost funny.

Especially when he turned out how he did. Her boyfriend Sam. He wasn’t a guy who yelled or berated her. He was a bit of a nerd. Could go hours and hours talking about some new video game or sci fi show or movie. Anything he loved space and everything that came with it.

So when he began yelling at her and distancing himself. She didn’t worry too much. At least not anything bad. She didn’t halt at it. She knew something must have happened for him to switch his personality so sudden. They had been together for two years. Known each other for three. And he had never done anything of the sort. He was a pretty sweet and kind guy.

That’s when she began to think maybe he had a bad day. A bad week, a bad month. Maybe it was all the stress his parents put on him to get good grades to be the best. But then the arguments began to shift to just him yelling at her. Then one day it changed. He slapped her face. And her eyes widened when he did it. So did he. Like he was surprised he even did it. Like he didn’t expect he would go so far. And neither did she.

Holding up a hand to cover her cheek. Her brows furrowed and she slapped him back. But this time it was harder. Sure enough to leave a print on his cheek. He held his jaw with eyes widened like he couldn’t believe she hit him back. “What’s going on with you Sam?” She asked, sounding hurt. A small frown appeared on her lips. Her cheek didn’t hurt so much just her pride.

“I don’t know” He answered with a shake of his head.

Then he looked like began to get scared. Eyes widening and he grasped for her hand and she watched him. As he held up her hand and pressed small kisses to it looking up at her with puppy eyes. “Please don’t leave me i’m so sorry” He said pleadingly. “I’m so sorry” He repeated.

Josie bit the inside of her cheek as she watched him. She knew she should have broken it off right there. But some part of her wanted to forget it happened. He was apologizing; he knew what he did wrong. And she just loved him too much to leave him. So oblivious she began to speak back up. “It’s not alright” She said slowly.

And his eyes widened further. His grip tightened just a bit on her hand. Like he was afraid she was going to tug away. “But don’t do it again,” She said strongly. Eyes narrowing at him.

It was like a light flickered. He began grinning and let go of her hand to bring her into a hug and hold the back of her head. “I won't, I promise sweetie,” Sam said before he placed a kiss on her. Not giving her time to shut her eyes. Josie began to frown deeper but closed her eyes and allowed herself to be pulled away.

But that was a lie. It got better for a bit. The arguing stopped and the yelling stopped. All traces that he ever hit her were gone. The bruising on her cheek faded within days. But that didn’t mean no one questioned her. The guy’s even her mother. Jax and Opie well all of them were convinced it was Sam.

She only told them she got in a little fight with a girl at school but she won. And that was the end of it. It wasn’t unusual for her to get into fights anyways. For her to come home with a black eye or bleeding lip. Sometimes her mother swore she got into more fights than the club. That she went out looking for them.

And honestly sometimes she did.

Then the arguing started again. Fight about nothing and fights about major things. Usually Sam began the fight and Josie was just twisted up alongside it. “You’re always together” He began one day. But it wasn’t the only time the argument was brought up. Sam didn’t used to be a jealous person. He believed she respected her. He even used to hang around the house when Opie or any of the guys were there.

That’s another reason she couldn’t help fathom why he was doing it. He had to know they would kill him if she wanted them to. All she had to do was tell them. Actually she could ask them. Ask them without explaining and he would be dead within minutes. They could beat him into a pulp. Shoot him. Burn him. Anything they so felt like.

“There’s nothing going on with Opie '' She screamed back.

Anger climbing up her spine. Fists clenching at her sides. So hard her nails were digging into her palms. She promised herself she wouldn’t seep so far and hit her partner no matter if they were a woman or man. She didn’t want to be in a relationship like that. And she sure as hell didn’t want to be with someone who would treat her that way.

Lately she had been questioning whether or not she even wanted to be in a relationship with him. He wasn’t the same person he used to be. He was more angry. Slowly it was like pieces of what made him his own personality were disappearing, cracking and falling off of him over time.

“I see the way he looks at you” He spewed into her face. Hitting the air like he was trying to enforce what he was yelling. He hadn’t ever hit her since the first and last time. It had been three months since. Three months but it didn’t leave her mind. Sometimes she would lie in bed. Sometimes he would kiss her and she wondered when the next time he was going to blow up.

Josie wiped at her eyes a sigh falling from her lips. She was so tired so tired of this same argument. He hadn’t been there but an hour. And right after Jax and Opie had left her house he began yelling at her. The same thing he always did. That her and Opie spent too much time together. That he was afraid they were going to cheat on him. That he was just so insecure he had to take it out on her.

“He’s just a friend, I don't know what the hell is going on with you,” She screamed. It’s not like she could control how much Opie came over. He was her brother's best friend. And lived right beside them. And he was hers as well. She would never drop a friendship over a guy or girl.

Next thing she knew it. He stepped forward and instead of the palm of his hand his knuckles were coming into contact with her eyes. Hitting her in the corner of her right eye. “Don’t talk to me like that” he said darkly. Before he dropped his hand.

Josie touched her brow and there was a bit of blood on her fingertips. She looked at him before she turned away. Heading straight to the door. No one else was home. But if she called her brother she knew he would be right there. “That’s it” She said as she walked away. She was done. She was through with him.

“Josie” Sam called out then once more but a little harsher.

She opened the door and was about to leave but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. The door is still open. “Don’t go” he whispered. A small twisted smile lighting his face up. As he tried to cradle her hip with his other hand. Trapping her against him.

She wasn’t sure what happened but at that moment it was like she saw red. She reached down and grabbed the freshy new revolver she was gifted off of her desk. And shot him. At least that’s what she thinks happened. She just saw red. Heard nothing. Not until everything was coming back to her. The red leaving and the world returning.

And there on the floor of her bedroom was her boyfriend, his eyes wide and a bullet hole in his forehead. She dropped the gun and fell beside him. “I’m so sorry” Josie hiccuped. Her hand running through his hair. She whispered apologetics until finally she wiped at her eyes and stood up.

She grabbed her phone, shaky fingers touching the keypad in memorization. She didn’t call her mother. She didn’t call her older brother or even their father’s best friend Clay the man who ran the club. Josie wasn’t exactly sure why she even did call him. When the ringing stopped a tired voice answered.

“Hello” He said through a yawn.

“I need your help” She whispered. Soft sniffles filtering through the phone.

In that moment it was almost like those words pulled him back into the living. Like all traces of sleep were washed from him. “On my way” He said hard. Before she could hear shuffling on the other end. Like he was getting up. Then he ended the call shutting it off.

But he was there in a matter of a minute. They did live next door after all. He didn’t even knock on the door. Just walked straight into the house like he lived there. “Josie” Opie called out looking around the living room. Checking out the room waiting for any sign of her. But everything seemed normal. But he knew he wasn’t hallucinating; it sounded like she was crying over the phone. And Josie never cried. At least around him.

“In here” She called out.

He followed her voice down the hall and stopped at her room. The door was shut. And there was a stop sign on the door. Like that was meant to stop any sort of trespasser from entering. “I’m coming in” He said, like a warning. One he had learned very quickly to do years ago.

Whatever he expected was definitely not what he walked in on. There on the floor was her boyfriend right on his back. Blood was flowing from his head and created a puddle on her floor. And she was just sitting on her bed sheets. Specs of blood on her hands and printing onto the handle of her gun. The gun that was hanging loosely in her hand.

“Jesus” He said as he took his beanie off and wiped at his hair. Stress is already pulling onto his face.

Sure he was ‘in the club’ but not really. He was just a prospect. He was a new guy. Even if he had grown up in the club. He saw shit nobody saw. Heard things nobody heard. But so have she they all grew up there. But this he had never seen a dead body before. At least this fresh. Not when the blood was still flowing out of them.

“I had to” She said like she was stripped away from whatever thoughts she was having. Tears falling from her eyes and sobs rocketing through her. Deep and throaty sobs. She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to kill him. But secretly deep inside of her she knew she did. She wanted him to feel what she felt.

Opie was stepping over the body and to Josie before he knew it. Taking the gun easily with one hand and setting it onto the mattress. While he crouched down eye to eye level with her. “Hey hey it’s okay” He said as he brushed a hand over her cheek brushing the tears away. Wiping bits of blood as he did.

“I’m sure it wasn’t really your fault” He said, causing her to laugh a bit. Everything was her fault. Especially this. A man, well a boy was dead because of her. Even if she thought he deserved it. Even if she secretly didn’t feel guilty for it. Someone was dead. Someone who had a bright future. Maybe even getting out of Charming unlike her.

After a minute he went to stand up. “We have to call your brother and mom” He said decisively. Jax would kill him if he didn’t call him. He’d kill him for taking so long to call. He loved his sister more than anything. Even more than Gemma and the club. And if the asshole on the floor was still alive he would be dead again.

“No you can't, they'll just be disappointed in me” She said as she grabbed ahold of his wrist and stopped him from moving any further. He looked down at her hand but she still didn’t let go.

Opie frowned at her unsure of how to help. He wasn’t equipped for this. To comfort someone and over kill another person. But he had a big feeling the guy deserved it. “They didn’t like the guy anyways” He said, trying to joke. Still in front of her line of sight and blocking off most of Sam’s dead body except for his legs.

“I’m serious Opie” She said, shaking her head tears rolling back down her cheeks. Even if she was the one who did it. She was feeling the lost of him. Of her boy friend. Or ex at this time.

He tapped a hand to her head and petted it. As he began to think of how he was going to cover a murder. Sure he thought about it before. Heard the other’s talk. But this would be his first time. “We’re going to figure this out” He said comfortingly. As tears dipped further down her cheeks.

Opie went back home and grabbed his father’s car keys. It wasn't’ hard he wasn’t home to find out and with this time of hour he probably wouldn't be back until the next day. But they would have to be quick before Gemma or Jax got back.

He pulled the old truck out of the driveway and to her and backed the tailgate up to the doorway. Before he got out, shutting the door and checking to make sure no one was outside before he went back into the house this time he didn’t waste the energy to knock. And they rolled the boy into her carpet.

He got the front end of the body and she got the rear end. Opie wasn’t super strong. He was more height than muscle. But he could lift a good seventy pounds. Less than half of what the boy weighed. He walked backwards her in front and they barely lifted him up to the tailgate. Even with it down.

“Where are we going to hide him?” She questioned. Crossing her arms over her chest. The blood beginning to dry and stick to her arms.

He raised the tell gate up before he turned to look at her. His eyebrows are raised even in the night light. “I’m going to find a place… you just stay here and clean the blood up” He said struggling a bit to find the words. Before he began to walk back to the driver side door.

“Hell no im coming” She said, following back towards him.

“Josie,” He quipped.

But she shrugged a bit. A less annoyed expression disappearing and a more upset one coming back. Small drops of blood on her right cheek shining in the lamp against the wall of her house. “I killed him, I might as well follow through,” She said, nodding a bit. It was only right. Somehow it would make her feel better.

Sighing he opened the door and gestured to the other side. “Alright, we'll get in” He ordered. She wasted no time but to shut the door. They were silent on the way there. Nothing but the small buzz of the radio and the thud of Sam’s body in the back of the truck when Opie hit the brake too hard.

They drove for what felt like hours. Passing by building restaurants, homes, even a police car. Before they arrived at the destination. He began to pull into a wooded area where trails lead into it. Showing that it wasn’t completely deserted. They came there to party before. All of them well all the teenagers getting together and going out to the woods to party smoke drink fuck. Anything.

“Are you sure this is a good place to leave him?” She questioned worriedly. Looking around but the emptiness of the woods was all she saw. As she walked to follow him out of the truck.

Opie looked back at her his hands on the tailgate and pulling it downwards. “Do you have a better idea?” He questioned leaving no heat in it. But she just nodded. He grabbed a hole of Sam’s hand and pulled the body closer so she could reach. She grabbed a hold of his feet and made a face of small huffs coming from her as she lugged him in wards of the woods.

“Right here” He said through bated breaths. They both dropped the body and it hit a thud onto the ground at the same time.

“Wait here” He ordered giving her one more glance before disappearing the way they came. Josie waited in the woods. Her arms holding herself as she tried to look anywhere but the dead body and the darkness the woods provided. She never liked the darkness of the woods. But maybe it was partly because of the night she just had. Just when she beginning to get antsy and about to leave to find Opie.

She heard footsteps. And he was coming back into her sight. But fuel in his hands. “We need to get some sticks” He said. She nodded a bit and began to grab some around them. Him doing as so. Lifting big sticks up hurriedly and dropping them around the body.

“You never asked why I did it?” She said quietly.

He wasn’t dense he saw the bruise growing around her eyes. The blood in her eyebrow. He knew what happened. Opie had never liked Same. But neither did Jax and Gemma and really everybody. But Opie didn’t dislike him for there reasons. He wasn’t sure he just had a bad feeling about the guy. And apparently he was right.

“Should i?” Opie questioned glancing at the side of her face a bit.

She just chuckled a bit before she stood up. A pile of limbs in her left hand and pointed to her eyebrow where blood was drying up. The growing bruise on her face. “He hit me,” She said like she found it funny.

“And you’re laughing?” He questioned confusedly. Dropping the limbs onto the body a little extra harder than really needed. One thing about the club was that they didn’t believe in abusing women or children. They might do all kinds of other shit that wasn’t morally good. But they had a fine line of morally good and wrongs.

She shook her head dropping the limbs before she fell into laughter again. Her hands on her knees as Opie watched confused. Finally she stood up wiping at the tears on her face, a grin still in place. And small giggles falling out of her mouth. “I don’t know, I just think it’s ironic,” She said.

He nodded slowly. Maybe he thought she was losing her mind. Josie was kind of scared that she did. She wasn’t exactly a saint. But she never thought she could be capable of killing another person. And someone she loved so much. Someone she imagined growing older with. “This should be enough,” He finally said.

She nodded a bit. And he poured the fuel over his body and into the sticks. She watched fascinatedly holding onto her body tighter with her arms before he pulled a lighter out of his jeans. But instead of lighting it he handed it over to her. Josie took it carefully, watching him with wide eyes.

“You’re honors” He mumbled a bit.

“Thanks” She whispered a bit before she leaned down crouching.

Josie thought about saying some words. Saying how he deserved what he got that she wished he got worse. That she hated him. Maybe the opposite, maybe that she loved him and that she was sorry. Maybe tell him how she felt. But she didn’t do either; she leaned out and lit the branches. Slowly the fire spread from the limbs and the leaves and into the carpet.

Standing back up by Opie. She could only imagine how he looked now. His cheeks she used to kiss red. The skin coming off until it was a bloody mess. His short dark hair that she used to run her fingers through burning until it fell off. Opie wrapped an arm around her and brought her to his side hugging her a bit.

It was then the decision they both made finally came to light. Like they were suddenly realizing. They couldn’t tell a soul. At least not any more. Either of them could do time for it. Even Opie for helping her. Neither of them would say a word of it. Without a single word spoken they just knew. She knew she made the right decision.

Maybe she was more of a Teller then she thought.

Josie stripped her sweater then her shorts and dropped it into the fire watching as the flames took that too. Until she was just standing in a long t-shirt then barely touched her knees. They stood there watching as the fire burnt through the body. Stayed there for another hour. Sitting on the ground watching. Just to make sure the body did decompensate.

Before they got up and went home. Opie pulled into his driveway and then walked back. As they finished cleaning up the spot on her floor board. Scrubbing it with boiling hot water and soap. On her hands and knees. Opie went home an hour after through her window when he heard the sound of a motorcycle pulling up.

[drabbles-mc]

Permanent Investments

Opie Winston & OC Chris Teller

Warnings: 18+, language

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

Prompt: cherry blossom

Word Count: 500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This cute little pink flower seems like you.”

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

“Gonna get a skull instead?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[keenzinemugstudent]

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

[mybulletyourlove]

FIRST CHAPTER IS UP!!!!

1. a great day for freedom

ao3: chapter

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wattpad > httparanoid

[mysticalmallard]

Flower Crowns Pt.2

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Word Count: 2,763

Warnings: none

>> Part 1 here <<

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As the evening wore on, Happy found himself offering to follow her when she went to return the van to her workplace so she could have a ride back to TM where her car was. He insisted, citing his concern for her safety.

They arrived at her workplace, and just as they approached the entrance, they were met with a stern-faced woman standing outside the door. This was Mrs. Miller, the owner of the workplace, and she had a reputation for being strict, uptight, and intensely disapproving of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

"What time to you call this Katherine I was expecting the van back 2 hours ago, what if I had a last minute need for it hmm...and another thing you said you where only going to take the left over trimmings so explain to me why I am missing 2 creates worth of blooms?"

"I'm sorry I'm late Mrs Miller...I didn't think I'd bee that long...and I paid for the extra flowers left the money in an envelope next to the cash register with a list of what I took...and I made sure I didn't take anything need for tomorrow's delivery..."

Mrs. Miller glared at Katherine, her disapproval clear. "It doesn't matter what you bought or didn't buy, being late is unacceptable."

She looked past Katherine and spotted Happy, scowling at his rough appearance and the Sons' memorabilia he wore. She tsked disapprovingly, her eyes narrowing. "And you've brought a club member with you. What is he doing here?"

Katherine opened her mouth to respond, but Happy stepped forward, his large presence overshadowing her small frame. He met Mrs Miller's disapproving gaze with a defiant one of his own. Despite his earlier gentleness, he still had the air of a hardened biker, and his scowling face and muscular build looked anything but friendly.

"I offered to give her a ride back to her car." He said gruffly.

Mrs Miller scoffed, her disapproving gaze looking him up and down. "And what do you intend to do while she's here? Cause trouble? Start fights? Hmm? " She crossed her arms over her chest, looking unimpressed and unbothered by his intimidating aura.

"No Mrs Miller he wouldn't do something like that he is just giving me a ride back honest" Katherine steps forward wanting to defuse the tension.

Mrs Miller huffed, her eyes flickering between Katherine and Happy. She looked unconvinced by Katherine's reassurances but decided to drop the issue.

She turned her attention back to Katherine, her stern expression softening slightly.

"Hmph...very well. But I expect you to be on time tomorrow, understood?"

"Yes, of course. Here the keys for the van. I kept it spotless just like you asked. Thanks again for letting me use it today"

Mrs. Miller took the keys from Katherine's extended hand, her gaze lingering on Happy. She reluctantly nodded, still clearly disapproving of his presence and the club he was a part of.

"Yes, yes. Just get out of here and don't be late tomorrow."

Katherine gave Mrs. Miller a nervous smile and nodded, while Happy just stood there, his face as stoic as ever. Mrs. Miller gave him one last disapproving look before turning and walking back into the flower shop, leaving them standing awkwardly in front of the van.

Silence filled the air as they stood there, the only sound coming from the crickets chirping in the darkness. Happy broke the silence, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Guess it's time to go, huh?" He grumbled, his voice lacking its usual gruffness.

Katherine nodded in response, her eyes avoiding his gaze. She was still feeling a bit embarrassed about Mrs. Miller's comments and Happy's presence. She started walking towards his bike a few feet behind the van, and Happy fell into step beside her again, his large strides easily keeping up with hers. The silence was deafening, the only sound coming from their footsteps on the pavement.

As they walked, Happy glanced sidelong at her, noticing the way her shoulders were slumped and her head was lowered. He could sense her unease, and he felt a pang of guilt. He wasn't used to feeling guilty or responsible for someone's comfort, but there was something about her that made him want to protect her from Mrs. Miller's harsh words. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say something, but instead they reached his bike in silence.

He walked up to the bike, leaning down pulling the spare helmet from the back and offering it to her. She took it, her slender fingers brushing against his calloused ones. She placed the helmet on but struggled to secure the straps, her slender fingers fumbling with the buckles. He watched her struggle for a moment before his impatience got the better of him.

"Stop fussing with that. Here, let me.” He grunted, reaching forward and taking the straps from her hands.

He easily buckled the straps together, his fingers moving with surprising dexterity. He could feel her skin against his, the warmth of her body seeping through his rough touch. As he finished, he lingered for a moment, his fingers still holding onto the straps. He looked her in the eye, his gaze intense despite the stoic expression on his face.

"There, that’s better.” He mumbled, still holding onto the straps.

She nodded weakly, her heart pounding in her chest from his proximity. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, his rough, masculine scent enveloping her.

Despite the tension growing between them, she couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed by his presence. She looked away, her cheeks growing warm under his gaze.

He caught the blush creeping across her cheeks and felt a small pang of satisfaction. The sight of her being flustered because of him made him feel powerful. He released the straps, his fingers brushing against her skin once more as he did. He climbed onto the bike, gesturing for her to follow.

"Get on." He said, his voice a commanding rumble.

She quickly obeyed, clumsily climbing onto the bike behind him. She held onto him tentatively, her slender arms encircling his muscular waist. Her body was pressed closely against his back, her chest against his shoulder blades. She could feel the heat emanating from him, and the rumble of the bike beneath them.

He felt her body against his, her soft curves molding into his back and causing a strange sensation to wash over him. In any other circumstance, he would've found it uncomfortable, but with her, it felt almost...nice. He started the bike, the engine roaring to life beneath them. He glanced behind his shoulder, making sure she had hold.

"You're gonna need to hold on tighter than that, kitten."

Her heart skipped a beat at his pet name for her, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on his waist. She pulled herself closer, pressing her body even more against his. The vibration of the bike and the feel of his strong body against her was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He felt her move closer, her body pressing against him more firmly. He could feel her heart beating rapidly against his back, and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. He revved the engine, and the bike roared to life beneath them.

They took off, the wind tousling her hair and whipping against her face. He gunned the throttle, the bike quickly picking up speed.

She gasped at the acceleration, her grip on him tightening even more. She pressed her face against his back, her eyes squeezed shut as they sped through the night. His scent was all around her, the smell of leather and motorcycle oil mixed with a hint of something else, something distinctly him. She could feel the muscles in his abs flexing beneath her hands as he maneuvered the bike, his control over the machine both reassuring and exhilarating at the same time.

He could feel her fear mixed with excitement, her body trembling against his. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that it was his bike and his driving that caused her to hold onto him so tightly. He took a sharp left turn, the tires screeching against the pavement. He could feel her body pressed against his, her curves fitting flush against his back. The engine roared as he picked up speed, the night breeze rushing past them.

She dared to lift her head slightly, peeking over his shoulder to see the world rushing by at breakneck speed. The city lights streaked past in a blur, and the cool night air rushed past their faces. The feel of his body against hers, the sound of the engine, and the roar of the wind in her ears was all at once terrifying and thrilling. She couldn't help but squeeze him even tighter, her heart racing in her chest.

He chuckled softly at her nervous grip, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed against his. He made another sharp turn and revved the engine, the bike responding with a loud roar. He could feel her heart pounding against his back, her breath coming in short gasps. He decided to tease her a bit, making a show of driving the bike erratically, throwing in sharp turns and quick jerks just to feel her cling to him more tightly.

But to his disappointment the ride had to end eventually he thought it best to slow down abit before reaching TM garage less he wanted to get an earful from Gemma.

He slowed the bike down to a slow crawl as they approached TM, his expression slightly disappointed that the ride was coming to an end. The thought of dropping her off and losing the feeling of her body against his made him reluctant to pull into the lot. But he knew he had to, if only to avoid a lecture from Gemma.

He parked the bike, and helped her off, his hands lingering on her arms just a moment longer than necessary. As soon as her feet were safely on the ground, he pulled away, crossing his arms across his chest. He looked at her, his expression guarded, trying not to show how much he'd enjoyed the feel of her against him during the bike ride.

She stood there for a moment, her legs a little shaky from the adrenaline and the experience. She looked at him, her eyes wide, and he could see the flush in her cheeks weather it was from the adrenaline or the closeness he couldn't tell. Her hair was tousled from the wind, and she looked almost...adorable. He mentally cursed himself for the thought, blaming it on the adrenaline and the thrill of the ride.

He was about to say something, but he was interrupted by the sound of voices nearing them. Opie and Jax, were coming over to them. Hap scowled, cursing the interruption, while Jax and Opie gave him teasing grins.

"I Hope you drove carefully with my little sis Hap, I wouldn't wanna have to watch my Ma kill you" jax says knocking on the top of the helmet Katherine was still wearing reminding her she still needed to take it off

Hap grumbled under his breath, his scowl deepening at Jax's comment. He knew it was all in good fun, but it still bugged him. He crossed his arms and leaned back against his bike, his eyes flicking to Katherine. She had taken off the helmet, gently placed it on his bike and was running her fingers through her messy hair, trying to tame the wind-swept strands.

Jax and Opie chuckled at Hap's reaction, clearly enjoying antagonizing him. They walked over to her, playfully nudging her shoulders and ruffling her hair.

"Looks like someone had a memorable ride." Jax teased, grinning at her dishevelled look.

"Yeah, I bet Hap here was just the perfect gentleman and kept it nice and slow." Opie added

Happy grumbled in response, his irritation showing on his face. He clenched his jaw and looked away, pretending to be unimpressed by their banter. He didn't want them to know how much their teasing was getting to him, especially not in front of her.

Jax and Opie exchanged grins, enjoying his obvious discomfort. They were used to giving him a hard time, but seeing him so rattled by someone else's presence was a whole different level.

Jax couldn't help but jab at him some more. "Why the long face, Hap? You didn't scare our little princess, did ya?" he joked, throwing an arm around her shoulders. Opie stifled a laugh, clearly relishing the exchange.

Hap's irritation grew at Jax's words. He didn't like the way Jax was touching her, the way he was calling her "our little princess." It felt way too possessive, and it got under his skin more than he cared to admit. He glared at Jax, his face set in a scowl.

"No, I didnt scare her" and that's all Hap had to say and he just headed into the clubhouse leaving the three behind.

Jax and Opie looked to Hap as he stalked off into the clubhouse, their earlier grins morphing into looks of curiosity mixed with amusement. They knew Hap well enough to sense something was off, and they were sure it had everything to do with Katherine.

Jax turned to Katherine, an eyebrow raised. "What the hell is up with Hap today? I've never seen him so rattled before." he said, glancing at the door he'd just disappeared behind.

"Hmm? I don't know..I should head back home now gotta get up for work in the morning" she said rooting around in her pockets for her keys.

Jax and Opie exchanged a look, both noticing her avoiding the question. They knew her well enough to detect when she was keeping something from them.

Jax, being the great older brother he is, didn't overlook the evasion and stepped closer to her. "No way. You're not getting out of explaining what happened with Hap that easily. Spill."

"Jaxie nothing happened, he offered to tail me when I dropped the van off at work so he could give me a lift back here, which by the way you were supposed to do but you were nowhere to be found when it was time to go"

Jax had the decency to look sheepish at her comment, knowing he had flaked on his promise to drive her back to TM. But he quickly regained his swagger, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Hey, I had business to attended to, okay? Something that couldn't wait."

"Yeah, like chasing after Tara again" he added, grinning at Jax's expense.

Jax rolled his eyes, not denying the accusation. "Shut up, Ope, or I'll bust your lip." he retorted, giving his friend a playful punch on the arm.

"Seriously though, you're acting pretty weird about this. You sure nothing happened between you two on the ride here?" Jax prodded further.

Both he and Opie looked at her intently, almost boxing her in, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Like what? He gave me a ride that's all I mean he drove faster than I would have liked but I'm in one piece so nothing to complain about" she shrugged.

Jax raised an eyebrow at her nonchalant response. He knew her well enough to know there was something she was holding back, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was. "That's it? He just drove you here. Nothing else happened?"

Opie, sensing there was more to the story, chimed in. "C'mon, Kitty-cat. We know ya hiding something."

"Nothing happened guys, geez go ask Happy if you wanna interrogate someone, but I've got to get home"

Jax studied her for a moment, noticing her nervous fidgeting. He could tell she was being evasive and it was starting to get suspicious. But he also knew he wasn't going to get much more out of her, at least not tonight.

"Fine, but I'll be talking to Hap later. He'd better not have tried anything with you on that ride. You drive safe okay text me when you get back alright"

Katherine nodded, knowing she wasn't going to win this battle with her brother. She promised to text him when she got home and then said her goodbyes, leaving Jax and Opie staring at her car leaving, both of them still suspicious about what had really happened between her and Hap.

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[garbinge]

Joanne Teller's Past

I have a multi-chap (📖 Charming Life ) that pretty much follows canon but from Joanne Teller's perspective and life. But here are some past and future fics of her life as the eldest Teller, and only daughter.

A Very Ugly Tie - Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller Graduation Day - Jax Teller & OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller / Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller (Also in fic: Bobby Munson, Clay Morrow, Gemma Teller, and Tig Trager)

Bad Haircut - Opie Winston & OC Joanne Teller & Jax Teller

Drunken Night - Jax Teller & OC Joanne Teller

Ivy Coated Castle - Opie Winston x Teller!Sister OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller

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

Never Okay - Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

[vae1bixy]

Opie Winston x OC {Josie Bethe Teller]

Title - Red sticks

Wordcount -

Summary - Abel goes missing. And everything is upturn. Josie want's to do anything she can to help get her nephew back. Even if other's thinks it's a bad idea.

A/n -

WARNING - Strong language. Drinking and smoking. And adult themes.

Josie was fourteen when she had her first kiss. It was sloppy and wet and she hated it. It was downright gross. But she couldn’t be happier to get it over. The other girls at her school were boasting about it. And even at home. She caught her brother and even Opie talking about it more than once. About what it felt like. 

She heard the guys around the club. Even when they toned it down around her. She heard the way they talked about women. What their lips feel like. What they taste. What breasts felt like. She learned what sex was at an early age. Surrounded by men. Surrounded by sex her whole life. 

She was seventeen when she had sex for the first time. After her ex she derailed a bit. Further then she had been. She stopped going to school. So she was basically failing. Gemma stopped caring. Stopped telling her to keep going. She left her to her own things. For once in her life. She didn’t try to control her.

 Her brother already graduated and he couldn’t give a shit. He was barely going to school when he was still in high school. Most nights he stayed at the club in the dorms. There he had his own freedom and didn’t have to be bothered by a little sister and overbearing mother. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. 

But not only skipping. She began to drink more. Before it was only an activity she took to when her brother was having a party. When she was with friends. Or even when she was at the club and surrounded by people she could trust. But lately Josie hasn't been stingy. She wasn’t careful. She wasn’t picky in her choices or places. 

If there was a party she was going to be there. Blonde hair curled down her shoulders and red lipstick pressed so bright to her lips. It matched the short skirt and top. She also began to smoke more. Going through a pack sometimes more in a day. Red lipstick smudging the stick. 

She was out all night. Only coming home early in the mornings or afternoons. Red lipstick dried up on her lips. Curls that were straightened out. And eyeliner that had smudged. Sometimes she even rathered to stay at the club then at home. Surrounded by people laughing, drinking and parading sex around the club. 

In some way it was easier. 

She didn’t talk to Opie about that night ever again. She never mentioned her Ex. Not even when someone asked what happened to him. When they tried to console her. When Gemma asked what happened to him. When her brother tried to get an answer out of her. Assuming he ran off. When Clay tried to question her. 

Josie didn’t have a horrible childhood. She wasn’t beaten, she wasn’t abused. But her life wasn’t picture perfect. She never had ambitions or dreams in life. She didn’t plan to go to college or to get some kind of job like a doctor or lawyer. Not where they grew up. She knew what her life was going to become. 

Then Abel went missing. Her nephew who couldn’t even speak. He could barely sit up by himself. And she was distraught. Her brother and mother weren't the only people hurt. It was like everything was going to shit. Her mother is in the hospital and about to be sent to prison for life. Her nephew was kidnapped. Donna was killed. Opie was in prison. 

It was like some cruel joke. 

Josie wasn’t particularly talking to her brother. But they were still family. And family takes care of family. So when Opie brings her a proposal to help him. To help find her nephew. She was obviously going to take it. Her arms were crossed over her body. A frown on her lips. She had been going over any way she could help. 

“We just need a few girls, as many as you can get really,” Opie said. Pulling the beanie off of his head and scratching at the hairs. He had been completely stressed with everything. Taking care of the kids. Taking care of Jax. The man had been a complete wreck. He was even pushing Tara away and making his own job harder. 

She nodded quickly. She could think of a few. People that needed money. And people that just wanted to help. “I know a couple there’s lyla mindy the twins and a few more” She listed off. Red lips twisting thoughtfully. Then she looked back at him. Eyes widening. She knew how she could help. 

“I want in” She said seriously. 

Opie shook his head quickly. Shifting so he was closer to her. Keeping his voice down so the others might hear. “You are not doing this“ Opie wasn’t controlling. They weren’t even dating. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t come out in one of her outfits. Flaunt her body around them. Kiss them, give them a blow job. She couldn’t. Not in front of him. If she did he knew a piece of him would die. 

They weren’t together. But they were something. They had always been something. At least he hopes they have been. 

Josie looked at him with narrowed eyes. She didn’t need him telling her what she could and couldn’t do as well. It was like everyone seemed to forget that she was a grown ass woman who could make her own choices. "Able is my nephew. I want to do what I can to help," She said in a softer tone despite her expression. 

Then she tilted her head looking at him. With a more serious expression. The softness is not gone but not as severe. “Doesn’t mean you have to like it” She said snippierly this time. Opie sighed. And pulled his beanies back on. She was always able to do that. To somehow get her way. She had him wrapped around her little finger. 

“Fine” He bit out. It didn’t mean he was happy. Didn’t mean he was going to accept it. 

She grinned at him. Wrapping him in a hug. So her arms were around him as high as she could reach and she was leaned against his chest. Face brushed against his chest. Not caring if her makeup was messed up. Opie’s face softened a bit as he looked down at her. Before he wrapped his own arms around her. 

“But you’re gonna have to make sure Jax doesn’t know i’m there” She said into his chest. Resisting the urge to smile knowing she had him already. Opie shook his head and held her tighter. She was going to be the death of him. 

Somehow the plan worked. There were a half and dozen of so girls there. And so far they were able to keep Josie away from Jax. Keeping her away so he couldn’t see keeping her in the other room. But it didn’t stop the sick feeling in Opie’s stomach to bubble up knowing what she was doing there. 

He caught glances of her at the beginning. The outfit on her body. If it could even be called an outfit. Fishnets that crawled up her skin to a short skirt. That if you looked just right showed off the red laced panties underneath her. With a matching red top over her breast. Just enough to show off nearly the whole tattoo on her chest. He could even see the tattoo that wrapped down below her skirt disappearing into her panties. 

Josie looked breathtaking. She looked amazing. She was always beautiful. She took Opie’s breath away without even knowing it. Even when they were still kids. Teenagers.  But knowing she looked like that. Dressed up like that for all the people in the room. That only marveled at her because of her body and clothing and not because she was beautiful on the inside. 

They didn’t know she was smarter than she seemed. That she was smarter than she thinks. That she was the strongest woman he had ever known. By fist or gun. That she carried at least one gun on her. And has a matching pink brass knuckle that she isn’t afraid to use. That she was also one of the most caring people he had ever known in Charming. 

“Bloody hell” Chib whispered. 

And Opie looked at him. To see Chib looking in the same direction. To the pink haired woman hovering over a tall leaned man with a snobbish face. To say Chib looked sick was an understatement. They had already witnessed her little film. This was even worse. “Don’t say a word” Opie found himself saying. 

Chib was looking away and his face was green. Like he might puke. He was there when both jax and Josie were just babies. He was practically their uncle. He wouldn’t want to see his daughter like this so he sure as hell wouldn’t want to see his niece like this. “What is she doing here?” He said the words strangling in his throat. 

“She wanted to help,” Opie said, looking back in the direction. Now the guy was touching her waist. FIngers wrapping around the skirt. Until they were going lower and lower. Opie turned to check on Jax and the man was still turned around talking to Bobby and Tig. He felt like steam was about to come out of his ears. 

He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t go over there and tear her away. Because she told him what she wanted. And he has to respect that. Even if he wants to go over there and break the guy’s wrists. Then Jax would know. And he would blow a fuse and they would risk getting the money to help find Abel. And it would all be for nothing. 

“And Jax knows?” Chib questioned dryly. He knew something was going on. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat as he watched Josie’s pink hair bouncing. A hand wrapped around her ass cupping it. As she followed the guy into another room. The doors swinging shut. But giving him a small view. Of another woman. Lyla down on the floor on her knees blowing some guy. 

He knew what was going to happen. Everyone knew what happened at these get-togethers. 

Opie gripped the bottle in his hand tighter and tighter. “No so don’t say a word” He bit out before he was swallowing every last sip of the alcohol. The bitter taste falling back down his throat only burning just a bit. But it didn’t even match the feeling in his stomach that made him feel like he was going to puke. 

He stood there. Even when Chib disappeared. Probably going to find his own drink. He stood there waiting even when one of the twins tried to pull him away. When Jax tried to pull him away to drink with him. He only shook him off. He had to listen to her. Not interfere with what she wanted. Even if it was killing him. 

Even if Jax would hate himself if he knew. He would hate them both. Sure he acted tough. He fought with Josie. But they loved each other. They loved each other more than anyone in the world. Even more than Gemma. They fought like teenagers and protected each other like soldiers on a mission. 

In some ways this was his own mission. To listen to Josie. To not interfere and to not let Jax find out about it all. He was tasked with keeping the glue together and not to open the drape and reveal all the magic behind the drape hiding behind the audience view. He was tasked with keeping all the dirty secrets. 

Which wasn’t any different than what they all did in the club. They all had some secret they kept. Clay and Tig had the secret of killing his wife. Jax kept his fathers legacy hidden behind them all. Chib kept his family hidden away from eyes and ears. And Gemma she kept the most secrets. 

Opie stood there for five then ten. Before he got another drink. And he stood there for fifteen then twenty minutes. Until the guy walked out the doors. His shirt tucked back into his suit pants. A tie wrapped around his neck. Red lipstick stuck to his neck just in Opie’s view. That he would know anywhere. He tasted the same lipstick multiple times. 

Another minute before she walked out. Pink hair still bouncing on her shoulders. A hole in her fishnets. And red lipstick just a bit dimmer on her lips. She made eye contact with him and smiled. But he only looked away. Walking away. The third beer between his hands. And he had been there less then an hour. Maybe thirty minutes. 

 He may have been able to follow her wishes. Kept her secret. But it didn’t mean he was okay with it. Didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any bit less. To see the woman he loved in another man’s hands. Touched like he wasn’t there. Like what they had didn’t mean anything. Like she was a piece of meat. 

[drabbles-mc]

Playing It Cool But She's Lying

Opie Winston x OFC (Chris Teller)

Inspired by the song Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers

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

Word Count: 6.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, uh, because I didn’t want to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, fine,” he finally conceded.

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

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

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

“Alright. You ready?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Rose.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Chris…”

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

He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She beamed up at him. “Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed. “Chris.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea, but—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But something was definitely different now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning Tables- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace

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

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

Live and Die- Vorrester (Syndicate!AU)

Unrelenting- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x OC

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

Going To The Chapel- Javy Machado x OC

Deeply Stuck- Kevin Atwater x OC

Warm Embrace- Kevin Atwater x OC

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

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

Dangerous Road- Juice Ortiz x OC

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

Fallin'- Nestor Oceteva x OC

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

One Chicago Next Gen Fic

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

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

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

[ravennaortiz]

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Hello!

This is from a currently unnamed piece with Halfsack x Reverie Winston Oc

"You need to tell your daughter to put clothes on" snapped Opie as he smacked the bar top where his dad sat smoking with clay. Piney sighed as Clay chuckled and shook his head.

"Son you have got to calm down. Rev is not wearing anything scandalous. " stated Piney firmly as he rolled his eyes.

"This is not the place for that outfit! If that's what you want to call it" continued Opie before he stalked off back outside. If their dad wouldn't handle it he would.

[mybulletyourlove]

NEW BOOK!!!!

Fallen Star • tig trager

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

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

tig trager x female original character

[m1dv1ght]

Hi! I'm Hannah! (Or Midnight) Im 16, and I use She/He/They pronouns. I write fanfictions (Typically about my OC’s, but I enjoy making X Reader fics), I also do digital art sometimes but like it’s very few and far between.

Tiktok @m1dv1ght | Instagram @m1dv1gh

Fandoms I take requests for are currently open and I write for the characters listed but I’ll write for other characters too, sometimes i will sometimes i wont! Just ask! !NO NSFW REQUESTS!

Request count: 0

Some of the fandoms I’m involved in/My favorite characters

Hannibal (Season 1, Episode 4) Will Graham

X-Men (Ive watched all the movies and all of X-Men 97) Morph, Gambit, Rouge, Storm, Wolverine.

Marvel Cinematic Universe (all movies) Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock.

Supernatural (Finished) Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Charlie Bradbury

9-1-1(Up to date) Eddie Diaz, Henrietta Wilson

Shadow Hunters (Finished the show, Read the first book) Magnus Bane

The Walking Dead (Season 8) Daryl Dixon, Michonne, Beth Green

The Walking Dead Game (finished the second game) Clementine, Kenny, Lee

The Boys (Season 3) Queen Maeve, Becca Butcher

Yellowstone (Up to Date) Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Monica Dutton, Teeter, Kayce Dutton

Sons Of Anarchy (Finished. I haven’t watched Mayans MC and dont plan too and im not as active in the fandom anymore) Jax Teller, Opie Winston

Video games I play/have

Sims 4(Cats and Dogs), TWDG, Five Nights At Freddys (Core collection)(Security Breach), Call of Duty, Little Nightmares, Bendy And The Ink Machine, One Piece World Seeker