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The Crown Princess of Charming - Part 1

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. This Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life. 

This story is obviously non-canon. It will include characters from multiple seasons; some of them having never met on the show. In this universe, Tara didn’t come back from Chicago. I’ve done this to get the story I wanted.

I’ve also decided to give the protagonist a name in this story. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it.

1

“Move, you goddamn piece of shit!”. My car had stalled just a few yards before a sign that read Welcome to Charming – our name says it all. So far it hadn’t been very charming at all. Multiple cars were passing me and blaring their horns. “Do you think I just decided to park here?”, I yelled at a white Honda, with a blonde behind the wheel. She gave me the finger in response. “Shit!”.

I heard a roar of engines behind me; and a leather clad man on a motorbike pulled up next to my window. “You found a hell of a place to break down, luv’”, he said, with a Scottish drawl. “Yeah, thanks. I hadn’t noticed”, I sneered. “Pardon me, I was just stating facts”, he smirked. I frowned. “Sorry. I’ve just had a long ass drive”, I mumbled. “Mind if we take a look at it?”, he asked. I gestured for him to go ahead; and stepped out of the tired, beat up car; that had been my home for the last 4 days – driving from Chicago, to my new home in the town I’d chosen by its name alone. Charming.

I needed something charming at this point in my life – the last few years having been chaos – so I’d thrown everything to the wind; and had basically run away from the city, when I’d applied for, and been offered a job at Charming Middle School.

Behind my car, two more mc’s were parked – one of them a tall bearded man who sent me a friendly smile; and the other a blonde, lean guy, wearing a white t-shirt and white sneakers. Interesting choice for riding a motorcycle, I thought. All three men had the same patch on their backs – a skull-headed reaper. The writing said Sons of Anarchy – California.

The scot had opened my hood, and was looking into the steaming entrails of my car. He let out a long whistle. “When was the last time you checked our oil, luv’?”. I decided to ignore his choice of nickname for me. “I have no idea. I just bought it a week ago; haven’t really done anything but drive it”. He smiled and shook his head. “Jackie!”, he called. The blonde man looked up; and took of his sunglasses – revealing a pair of piercing baby blues. “We’re gonna need the tow-truck”.

The blonde got off his bike, and joined the scot at the front of the car. “Shit”. He drew out the word, ending it with a full-on laugh. “Darlin’, you’ve killed it”. I sighed. “Great…”. “Were you going far?”, he asked. “Charming was my destination; but I didn’t even make it past the sign”. I ran my hand through my hair. “Shit!”.

Blonde guy called out to the bearded biker. “Ope! Call TM. Get Rat out here with the tow”. “We can’t leave her here, on the side of the road”, the third man answered. Blondie chewed his lip. “You up for a ride?”, he asked me. I was caught off guard. “What?”, I asked. “We’ll get your car back to our shop. You can wait there for it; and figure out your next step”. I shrugged. “Yeah, why the hell not”.

Blondie walked up to me and stuck out his hand. “I’m Jackson. Scottie here is Chibs; and the kind man calling a tow-truck for you, is Opie”. I took his hand and shook it. His grab on mine was firm, but gentle. “I’m Cat”, I said cautiously. He smiled brightly at me; a glint to his eyes that made me blush slightly. “Welcome to Charming”, he said. “Now, come on”.

He handed me his own helmet; and got on his bike; patting the seat behind him. I grabbed my purse from the front seat; leaving my keys on the left front wheel. Welcome to Charming, indeed, I thought, and got on Jacksons bike with him, looking for something to grab on to “You’re gonna have to hold on to me, Cat”, Jackson smirked. I put my hands on his waist – noticing his firm and muscular frame – and he started up the bike. The force of the engine between my legs made me jump a little; and I heard Jackson chuckle in front of me. “Don’t worry, I got you”. He revved the engine, and we rode in to town.

—

We drove into a big lot about 10 minutes later. I noticed a large amount of motorcycles; and more bikers clad in leather. They all wore the same patch as the three men I’d just met – though some said Nevada. There were two large buildings; one was an auto shop – Teller Morrow – and the other seemed to be some sort of a clubhouse.

Jackson halted his bike at the end of the line of motorcycles; seemingly a spot reserved for him. I climbed off, almost stumbling; and he grabbed my hand to steady me. “You good?”, he asked. I nodded.

A tall middle-aged woman, with an amazing rack, came out of the office of the auto shop. “Jax; Clays been looking for you”, she said. Jackson smirked, and backed his bike into his spot. “What else is new?”, he said. The woman kissed his cheek. “I’m picking up the kid in a few. You need anything at home?”. “Milk. And coffee”, Jackson answered. He looked towards me. “Ma; this is Cat. Her car stalled just by the edge of town”. The woman looked at me; her eyes enquiring, but mostly friendly. “The one Rat and Juice went out for?”. Jackson nodded.

She shook my hand. “Gemma Teller”, she said. “Cat Rose”, I smiled. “You’re the new teacher down at the middle-school”, she said – more a statement than a question. I nodded. “Yeah, I am. How’d you know?”. “Gem knows everything”, the biker named Chibs said; and kissed Gemma’s cheek. “Hi, mom”.

I chuckled. “You seem a little too young to be his mom”. “Around here, I’m everyone’s mom”, she answered. “Though my only biological kid, is the cheeky blonde you rode bitch with”. I took that as meaning Jax was her son. The cheeky blonde sent me a smile. “Gemma will take care of you from here on”, he said. “See you around, teach’”. I smiled in return; and Jackson walked towards the clubhouse.

I followed Gemma into her office. “What’s the Sons of Anarchy?”, I asked. “Sweetheart, stick around long enough, you’ll find out”, she said. “Coffee?”. “Yeah, thanks”, I smiled.

I didn’t see any of my new biker friends the rest of the day; as my car arrived not long after we did. A mohawked Latino named Juice, of all things; informed me that my cooler was shot; and I needed a completely new starter. None of this made any sense to me; as I didn’t know anything about engines – but looking at the costs of repairs needed to have the vehicle function again; I decided to sell it for scrap.

“Too bad, honey”, Gemma said. “I had one of those as a teenager”. “You wanna buy it?”, I grinned. “I wouldn’t be caught dead in it”, she answered, and lit a cigarette; offering me one. I accepted. “Juice; is Tig still selling his old chevy?”. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten a buyer yet. I think it’s ‘cuz it smells like wet dog”. I shook my head. “I won’t be able to afford it; with or without the smell”. Gemma winked at me. “I’ll get a you a good deal; and you can make payments”. I smiled. “I’m gonna like this town”. “We all do”, she smiled back.

—

Gemma gave me a ride to the motel I was going to stay at, until I found a new place. I got my four boxes and two suitcases out of her trunk and backseat; thanking her for all her help. “It’s me who should be thanking you. The school had been looking for a good arts teacher for over a year”. “I’m taking over 6’th and 7’th grade English as well”, I said. She laughed. “Mrs. Bloom finally decided to retire, huh?”, she said. “She taught both me and Jackson”. “Wow…”, I grimaced. “I’m not that old”, she said. “That’s not…”, I began. “Just pulling your leg sweetheart”, she smiled. “See you around”. She drove off, and left me to settle in to my new temporary home.

I spent the evening scanning the newspaper for cheap rentals. Money was scarce; but I knew the motel needed to be short term – especially after noticing the thin walls inability to hide the sounds of my neighbors having kinky sex. Some woman kept screaming Yes, Daddy!; making it difficult to concentrate on my apartment-hunting .

In the evening; after ordering a pizza; I decided to take a shower. I let the water run for a bit; before stepping in – trying to ignore the metallic smell of it. Washing 4 days of roadtripping off my body; I finally felt clean enough to face my new situation.

I’d left Chicago in a hurry; leaving my furniture, and only bringing my most cherished belongings. I wanted to get as far away from the city as possible; but a ticket to Hawaii was out of the question on my teachers’ salary – and I wasn’t ready to go back to dancing at clubs. Most of my last cash had been spent on the now dead Ford; that I’d sold for scrap through TM.

Chicago wasn’t my home town; but I’d thought it was the place for me. I’d been proven wrong, when a relationship had gone wrong. Very wrong. I’d needed to get away from the guy in question; as his possessive nature throughout our relationship had ended up scaring me. Trying to get a restraining order hadn’t worked due to his own contacts within the court-system. I wanted a new life. Maybe Charming could be the base for that.

Stepping out of the shower; I wrapped myself in a towel. There was a knock on the door, and I went to open it. Outside stood Jackson; a grin the size of the county on his handsome face. “You’re not pizza…”, I said. “Not the last time I checked”, he chuckled. “You left behind some paperwork at TM”. I looked down at my lack of clothing. “I should get dressed”, I smiled. “Come on in. Sorry about the mess”. He stepped inside. “It’s fine, darlin’. You should see my place”.

I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms, and a tank top from an open suitcase; and went into the bathroom. “Do you usually order pizza in just a towel?”, he called after me. “Only if the delivery-guy is really cute”, I called back. Shit… now you’re flirting with the biker. Good one, Cat. “I’ll have to change professions”, I heard him mutter.

I stepped back into the room, fully dressed. “What’s the paperwork?”, I asked. He handed me an envelope. “Just a signoff for the scrapping of the car”, he said. “It’s too bad. My mom had one of those back in the day”. “She told me”, I smiled. “Coffee?” He smiled. “Nah, sorry, I gotta run again”. “Too bad”, I said. Dammit! Stop, you idiot.

He chuckled. “It’s good to have some fresh blood in town. I hear you’re starting at the school. You’ll be teaching one of Opie’s kids. Ellie – sweet kid”. I signed the papers he’d handed me, and gave them back. “I’ll remember to give her good grades”, I said. “Yeah…”, he answered sadly. “She’s been through it. Her and Kenny both. Their mom died a year back”. “I’m sorry to hear that”, I answered earnestly. “Donna was a good mom. And a good old lady”, he said. “What’s that?”, I asked. “An old lady? Shit, you are new in town”, he smirked. I shrugged. “Just not used to biker lingo”, I winked. “I’ll have to get you used to it, then…”, he said with a smile. I chewed my lip, a rush of heat going through my body.

He remembered himself. “The car – the one you’re buying”, he said. “Tig will be down at the shop tomorrow night. You can pick up the keys then”. I exhaled; trying to calm down my budding crush on the gorgeous man in front of me. “Thanks. I’ll be there. 7 pm good?”. “We should be done with church by then”, he said. “Tomorrow’s not Sunday”, I answered. He chuckled. “Not that kind of church”. I narrowed my eyes playfully. “Biker lingo…”, I said. “Biker lingo”, he smirked.

We stood there for a while, both unsure what to say; before Jax broke the silence. “Tomorrow; it’s Gemma’s birthday. There’s gonna be a party at the clubhouse”, he said cautiously. “If you wanna stick around for a while…”. “Maybe”, I smiled.

“Yes Daddy! Slap that ass!”, we heard from next door. We both laughed. “If I’m not mistaken; Tig might be right next door. But it’s probably not a good time to disturb him”, Jackson said. “I’ll wait”, I agreed. “See you tomorrow?”. “I’m looking forward to it”, Jackson winked; and walked out the door; giving me a final grin; before closing it behind him.

Cat. You can’t have sex with the biker, I told myself. But the warm sensation streaming though me, told me I’d probably have a problem sticking to that, if I had the opportunity.

—

The next day I slept in; enjoying the feeling of being in an actual bed for the first time in days. I did some light shopping for groceries – the fridge in my motel room not being very big. The people I met seemed friendly enough, though a bit standoffish. I figured it was because I was new in town.

Walking back towards the motel; a group of bikers rode by – one of them being Opie. He lifted a hand in a wave at me. I noticed that the bikes were ridden almost in a procession; with a leader in front; and everyone else keeping to their assigned position in the group. It was led by a grey-haired man with a prominent jaw. He looked at me, and nodded. I nodded back.

Back in my room, I had a light lunch; and decided to figure out what the hell one wore for a birthday party at a biker club. I figured some skinny jeans and an off the shoulder, black t-shirt would have to do. Putting on my favorite necklace – a silvery hand with an eye in the middle; a Hamsa symbol – I let my hair hang lose; and put on a little makeup. Black cat eye; and red lips. It usually did the trick. You’re actually dressing up for the biker now, I smirked at myself.

I was early; so, I tracked down a coffee shop to sit and read a book. My shoulder bag usually had at least one volume in it. This week, it was American Gods, by Neil Gaiman. I was completely concentrated on my book; when suddenly Chibs and a large curly haired man stepped in to the shop. “Well, look who we have here!”, Chibs smiled. “Bobby, this is the young lady who killed her car just outside town”. I grinned. “Thanks”, I said. “I needed a reminder of my bad mechanic skills”. “I aim to serve, madam”, the scot grinned. Bobby stuck out his hand. “Welcome to town, my lady”, he said; and kissed my hand chivalrously. “Careful Bob. VP’s got his eye on this one”, Chibs said. “What’s that supposed to mean?”, I asked. “Don’t worry about it”, Bobby grinned.

I took a sip of my coffee, and shook my head. “What are you doing here?”. “Coffee run for church. It was a long night”, Chibs winked. The man behind the counter handed over some coffees to Bobby; who pulled out his wallet. “Your money’s no good here”, the barista said. Bobby nodded. “How’s your mom?”, he asked. “Much better, thanks”, the man answered and smiled. “I’ll pay you back”. “We know you’re good for it, Gary”, Chibs said. He looked at me. “See you later?”. I nodded.

The bikers left the shop; and drove off towards TM. The barista walked up to me with my check. “Welcome to town”, he said warily. “Look… Samcro; they’re a part of this town; and they do a lot of good. But they’re in to some pretty bad stuff as well. Be careful”. He didn’t wait for an answer; but just went back behind his register. I frowned, and tried to wrap my head around his words. I paid Gary, and left the shop myself.

I decided to do some light sightseeing. It was Saturday; so most of the small shops closed early; but I made my way to the middle-school that would be my new place of work the coming Monday. The trek was a bit longer than I’d anticipated; so I was glad that I had a newish car set up for me. The building wasn’t large, but I figured it was large enough for the amount of kids in the area. The look of it gave me some peace of mind. It would be an easy start, I thought. And I was looking forward to it.

—

Walking back towards TM, I stopped by a florist who was closing up. I got a nice bouquet for Gemma, and walked into the auto-shop lot. The place was bustling with people. At least 20 bikes were parked in the lot; and everywhere people were shaking hands, and grabbing wrapped presents out of their cars. The men were all clad in leather; except for a man in a sheriff’s uniform; and the women were mostly wearing miniskirts and dresses – their boobs on display as much as possible.

I didn’t recognize any faces, and felt a bit anxious, before someone grabbed my shoulder. “Hey, darlin’”, Jax was beaming at me. He leant in and kissed my cheek; his stubble and short beard scratching my chin in a delicious way. “I’m glad you made it!”. “Yeah, me too”, I smiled. He took my hand, holding it confidently. “Come on. I’ll introduce you”.

We walked in to the clubhouse. It smelled like motor oil and whiskey, and the air was heavy with smoke. It should have put me off; but I was enjoying it. It reminded me of my former profession as a  dancer, and the kind of trouble I’d gotten in to then. Jackson let go of my hand, and put his own on my lower back, leading me to the bar counter. “You remember Opie”, he said; gesturing at the tall bearded man. With his helmet off, he was now wearing a hoodie, and had a beautiful blonde on his arm. Opie shook my hand and smiled at me friendlily. “This is Lyla”, he said softly, and gestured at the woman. “Nice to meet you”, she smiled. I thought I recognized her face from somewhere, but I couldn’t make the connection. “Cat”, I smiled, and shook her hand.

Jax led me on. “Chibs and Juice, you know as well; and I’m told you already met Bobby”. The men both nodded at me. “Then there’s Happy…”. A tall menacing man sent me a warm smile. “Piney; Opies dad”; Jackson said, gesturing at an elderly man with an oxygen tank hanging from his shoulder. Jackson looked at a scrawny looking guy, and a tall heavy man standing next to him. “Those are the prospects. They don’t matter”. I scrunched my brows at him. “Trust me”, he chuckled.

We walked towards a dark-skinned, kind looking woman, holding a beautiful baby in her arms. “Hey Neeta”, Jax smiled, and took the baby from her; holding it to his chest. His face was glowing with pride. “And this is my boy. Abel”. I let the baby hold my finger, and smiled at his chubby face. “Hi, Abel”. Jacksons eyes met mine; gleaming. “Is… his mom…”, I tried – fearing the answer. “Not around”, Jax answered. “It’s better that way”, he said meaningfully. I nodded. It wasn’t the time.

Abel started fussing. Jax took a baby-blanket from a diaper-bag on a table. “Did you bring…?”, Jax said, before Neeta handed him a bottle. Jax smiled warmly in thank you. He put the bottle to Abel’s mouth. “Here you go, little dude”. He bounced the baby up and down softly. “You’re good at that”, I smiled. “My mom would have my ass, if I wasn’t”, he grinned. “Besides, he’s my little man”. I stroked a finger over the baby’s forehead. “He’s perfect”. Jax looked at me proudly. “Yeah”, he smiled.

I looked around. “Where is your mom, by the way?”. “Shit, yeah”, he said, looking at the watch on his wrist. Jackson kissed the top of Abel’s head, and handed the bottle back to Neeta. “Gemma and Clay will be here in 5”, he called into the room. “She doesn’t know why she’s here. So quiet the hell up!”. There was a rumbling of an engine outside. “Shit, they’re early!”, Bobby said. “Turn off the lights!”.

Someone hit the lights; and about ten seconds later the door opened. “Goddammit, Clay”, Gemma grumbled, as she walked in. “You promised to take me to dinner, you jerk!”.

“Surprise!”, everyone yelled; and the lights turned on again. Gemma stood, mouth agape; flanked by the grey-haired man I’d seen on the road earlier; and a black-haired man with piercing eyes, I figured was Tig. “Oh my God!”, Gemma cried out. “You assholes!”. She laughed, and began hugging the people around her. Jackson walked up to his mom; and embraced her warmly; Abel still in his arms. Gemma kissed first Jackson; and then the baby, taking him from Jax’s arms. “You guys are dicks”, she said; happy tears in her eyes. The grey-haired man – Clay – put his arm around her waist, and kissed her warmly. “Happy birthday, baby”, he said. “At least you remembered it this year”, Gemma pouted playfully at him.

She looked towards me, a sense of wonder in her eyes. I smiled, and mouthed happy birthday. She mouthed me a thank you in response; followed by a warm smile. For a second her eyes shifted from me to Jackson, and she narrowed her eyes at him; whispering something in his ear. He laughed in response, and looked at me, biting his lip. He nodded at his mom, and walked back to me.

“Do you want a drink?”, he asked. “Please”, I said, smiling nervously. “Don’t worry, babe, you’re here with me”. I laughed. “Maybe that’s why I’m worried”. He winked at me. “In that case, you should be worried. Word around the street is, I’m dangerous”. He kissed my cheek again, and put his arm around me. “Rat, get this lady a beer”. The scrawny prospect handed over a cold bottle, and I took a welcome sip of it.

Opie joined us. “You’re teaching my kid this year”, he said. “Yeah, Jackson told me”, I answered. The tall man looked a bit uncomfortable. “She’s been having some issues… It’s been messing with her schoolwork”. I smiled comfortingly. “Don’t worry, I won’t be a hard-ass”, I said. Opie smiled softly. “Thanks”, he muttered.

Jax looked at his friend. “I told Cat about Donna”, he said. Opie nodded and met my eyes. “So you get it”, he said. “I do”, I said. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help”. Opies expression warmed. “Thanks”, he said. “Cheers”, he said, raising his bottle at me. We clinked our beers, and both took a sip.

Opie looked meaningfully at Jax. “We got that thing, brother”, he muttered. Jackson frowned slightly, and looked at me. “I need to do some business”, he said, and put a strand of hair behind my ear. “Be back in a bit”. He walked off with Opie, leaving me to sit on a stool by the bar.

The black-haired man walked up next to me. “I hear you’re in need of a car”, he said, accepting a beer from the larger prospect. “I’m Tig”. “Cat”, I answered. “I know”, he winked at me. “It’s a piece of shit old chevy, but it’s better than the one you came to town in”. “Anything is better than that”, I laughed. He handed me a set of keys. “80 a month for a year work for you?”, he said. “That’s cheap”, I said, frowning slightly. “We take care of our own”, Tig said, and patted my shoulder. “By the way; if you get sick of the VP, let me know”, he smirked. I laughed again. “Sure, Daddy”, I grinned. “So the was you, next door”, he chuckled. I shrugged, and nodded.

Juice stepped up to stand on the other side of me. “Hey”, he said, giving me a crooked smile, and a lifted brow. Tig tapped him over the head. “Hands of, Juicy!”, he said. “Jax territory”. The young biker took a step away from me. “Sorry”, he laughed nervously. I shook my head, laughing. “This place is weird”, I said. “Welcome to town”, Tig said; and clinked his bottle to mine, taking a sip of beer. I joined him in the drink. We took a shot of whiskey together, before Tig’s attention went to a busty brunette in the corner. “Excuse me”, he muttered; and sauntered off, leaving me alone again.

I decided to look for a friendly face in the crowd, being a bit uncomfortable on my own. Jax hadn’t come back for his business yet, and I was worried he’d leave me alone all night. Lyla was standing with another woman, looking like they were gossiping about something. She caught my eye and waved me over. “How are you holding up?”, she asked. The other woman walked off; climbing on to Happy’s lap, where he was sitting on a couch. “Uhm…”, I began. “I just got in to town, and I’m already having drinks with the local biker gang. I’d say I’m a little out of my comfort zone”. She smiled friendlily at me. “You’ve already bagged the vice president. You’re doing just fine”, she said. “I haven’t bagged anyone”, I smiled. “He’s known you for 2 days, and already invited you to his mom’s birthday. I’d say you’re a bit more than some crow-eater”, Lyla responded.

I took another sip of my beer. “What’s a crow-eater?”. Lyla chuckled. “Ok, quick lowdown on the women in the club”, she began. “Most of the women in here, are what we call crow-eaters. They hang around the club, make the men feel good about themselves… you know”. “An easy lay”, I muttered. “Yeah”, Lyla smiled. “Some of us are what you’d call old ladies. We’re the ones who have locked our men down. See this…”. She showed me a tattoo of a flying crow on her shoulder. “This means no one but Opie touches me”. “Doesn’t it feel weird to be… marked, like that?”. I grimaced. “Sorry… I didn’t mean…”. “Don’t worry about it, honey. I get it”, Lyla responded. “This is just my way of showing everyone around me that I belong to Opie; but also, that Opie belongs to me”.

She smiled, and took my hand, squeezing it. “You seem nice, so I’ll let you in on a secret. This life… it’s not easy; but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love Opie – and his kids. He takes care of me and my boy”. She looked at me meaningfully. “But if you’re unsure about whether this is your idea of a good life; you should walk away. I mean that in the nicest way. Please don’t take it as anything else”. I gave her a crooked smile. “I’ll take it a day at a time”. She nodded.

A hand grabbed mine. Jax was standing next to me. “Hey”, he said softly. “Come say hi to my mom”. I followed him over to Gemma. “Hey sweetheart”, she said. “Thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful”. “You’re welcome”, I smiled. “This is my husband, Clay”, she said, and the man at her side shook my hand. His eyes were deep and menacing; and I was unsure whether to be afraid of him or respect him. “Welcome to town, teach’”, he said. “Thanks. It’s been good so far”. Clay nodded at me, and looked at Jax. “Did you finish that business?”. Jackson clenched his jaw. “It’s done”, he said. “I made the call”. “Good”, Clay said. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t blow back on us”.

Gemma patted his chest. “No club business on my birthday, baby”. Clay smiled at his wife, and kissed her again. “Yes, ma’am”, he muttered. Gemma looked at Jax. “Do you need me to take the baby tonight?”. Jax looked at me, and then back at his mom. “Would you?”. “You know I love taking him”, she smiled. “Make it my birthday present”. Jackson chuckled. “Shit, I’ll take back the diamond necklace then”, he said. He took my hand. “Come on, let’s find somewhere quiet”. My breath hitched, and I followed him out of the clubhouse.

We sat down by a picnic table just outside the door. Jax had brought us a pair of freshly opened beers. “You doing ok?”, he asked earnestly. “Yeah”, I smiled. “Just … a bit out of my element”. He bit his lip and looked at me enquiringly. “What element is that?”, he asked. “I dunno… I usually don’t go to mc-parties”. He chuckled, and took my hand. “I’m glad you’re here”. “You don’t even know me”, I said quietly.

He sighed. “Tell me, then”. “What do you want to know?”, I smiled nervously. “Whatever you want to share”, he shrugged. “Why?”, I asked. He looked at me with a genuine warmth. “Because I’ve been thinking about you ever since you wrapped these hands around my waist, and it sent chills down my spine”. He took my other hand, linking his fingers with mine. “Where did you come from?”.

I didn’t know how much to tell him. I was still mentally sore from my ordeal with the guy in Chicago – but his serious expression made me trust him. “Chicago”, I said. “I was a teacher there as well. It didn’t work out…”. “Why?”. I sighed. “The city can wear a girl down”, I smiled theatrically. “And there was… a guy. He didn’t know how to take no for an answer”. Jacksons jaw clenched. “What’d he do to you?”, he almost growled “At first he was fine. We had a few dates, before he suddenly proclaimed his love for me”. “You didn’t feel the same way?”, Jax asked. “No. I mean; back then, he was friendly, had a steady job… He saw himself as a catch; and I guess he was. But I just didn’t care about him like that. He was… possessive. I tried to call it off, but he acted like I’d never said anything, and continued dropping by at my school; sending me flowers; and showing up at my apartment at all hours of the day”. Jackson bit his lip. “Sorry… I guess you’re off men for a while”, he said, and met my eyes again. I smiled. “No. Just him”. “Good to know”, he muttered. “But why didn’t you get a restraining order?”.

I sighed again. “I tried… he has connections. When he didn’t like my way of handling things, he let the word spread in the school council that I had an issue with drugs”. Jax shook his head angrily. “Asshole”. “Yeah”, I agreed. “I managed to get the drug accusations of my record – but it was too late, and I was fired”. “So you came to Charming”. I nodded. “I looked at names of towns on the west coast; and Charming seemed promising”, I smiled. “There was an opening as a teacher the elementary school; so I applied – and they must have been desperate, ‘cuz they gave me the position with just a phone interview”.

He squeezed my hands again. “I’m glad you’re here”. “Me too”, I muttered.

Jax put his hand on my cheek, and stroked my temple. “So if you’re not off men… mind if I give it a shot?”. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a smile, and shook my head.

He leant in, and stroked his nose against mine. Our lips brushed each other for a second; and he kissed me. I parted my lips slightly, and the tip of his tongue met mine. He put his hand on my lower back, pulling me closer to him. He smelled like leather and some musky cologne; a warm smell that fit him perfectly – and his kiss tasted like the beer he’d been drinking, and mint chewing gum.

He exhaled deeply and pulled back a bit. “Do you want to get out of here?”, he asked softly. My body was screaming yes, but I was desperately trying to control myself. “Jax… I just moved into town. We’ve known each other for 5 minutes… I don’t think…”. “I get it”, he smiled. “I’m not expecting you to jump in to bed with me. But I do want to see you again”. “I’d like that”, I smiled.

Our lips met again. “You taste like… pancakes”, he smiled. “Is that good?”, I smiled. “It’s perfect”, he said against my lips, kissing me deeply one more time.

The door opened, and Juice stepped outside with a ginger girl. “Shit, sorry”, he smiled. “It’s fine, Juice, the table is yours. Just clean it up afterwards”, Jackson smiled. “Come on”, he said to me, pulling me with him.

“I think it’s time for me to go home”, I said softly. He looked at me with a kind smile. “You want a ride?”. I jingled the keys in my pocket. “I got a new car; remember?”. Jax groaned. “Shit; I would have loved to have these legs wrapped around me, in one way or another”. He slid a hand over my thigh; squeezing them gently.

Juice looked impatient; and Jax took my hand – leading me over to a black, classic looking Chevrolet. “Wow…”, I said. “I popped an air freshener in there for you. It had a pretty gnarly smell”, Jax chuckled. “Thanks”, I smiled, and looked at him warmly.

Getting into the car – immediately thanking Jax an extra time for the air freshener; as it was needed – I rolled down the window. “Thanks for inviting me”, I smiled at the blonde man. Jax took the hand I had resting in the window-opening, and squeezed it – winking at me. His face suddenly dropped. “Shit, Cat. I didn’t get your number…”. I grinned, and rattled of my digits, and he punched the number into a flip phone from his pocket. Who uses flip phones anymore?

Jax leant in, and planted a final soft kiss against my lips. “Bye”, he whispered, and bit his lower lip. I smiled and started up the engine. My new car purred, and I had a wide smile on my face, as I left the lot – sending a final look towards the picnic table, where Juice was face deep in the red-haired girls cleavage.

Welcome to Charming, I grinned to myself, and drove off.

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The Story of Jebediah Fever

Halloween is coming. Be sure to get your flu shot. You don’t want to get Jebediah fever. For once you get the Jeb, it’s not long until you’re dead.

 I'm about to tell you the story of old Jebediah, the man from Pariah, whose last name is lost to time. For in Pariah, the old west Virginian town, they'll never forget his tale.

 Long ago, in the town of Pariah, old man Jebediah lived happily alongside his wife Phyllis. The two shared an antiquated farm on the outreach of the country side. Jebediah and his wife had a reputation for being the nicest folks around. Every morning, old Jeb would drive his rusted out 1947 Chevy truck into town and have coffee with the nice people.

Though the townspeople spoke highly of Mr. Jebediah, they grew to take advantage of him, from occasionally borrowing a tool to asking for a quick buck. Over the years the town grew quite a debt to old man Jeb and his wife. Jeb and Phyllis didn’t have a lot to their name, but they got by. Little did they know the hourglass would hold a malevolent gift for them.

The days grew rough in Pariah. The district didn’t have a lot to offer. Businesses dried up and people moved on. Desperation hung over like a lingering storm. The townsfolk started to rely on Jebediah more & more, but Jeb and Phyllis could never say no to giving a hand. Austerity struck the elderly couple, but they knew things would be okay, at least they thought.

As maturity caught up, Phyllis fell ill. In the beginning, Jebediah would shuttle her into the local doctor, but this grew fruitless. The lone physician was oft too busy with the various folks of the region, and the elderly couple were in debt. On a sunny Tuesday morning, for the first time, old Jeb’s truck did not make its way into town. Instead he stayed by the bedside, Phyllis’s hand in his. It stayed this way for months. Jeb would give his wife a warm tea and a hot meal, but all he could do was watch.

Next time Jeb rolled into town, he came to peoples’ houses asking to collect his dues. He didn’t want to; He didn’t like to take from these people. He knew times were hard for them, but what else could he do. He needed help. His wife needed help. They had given so much. Could they not ask for just one thing back? To Jeb’s surprise, one by one, the people turned him away. Most said they couldn’t afford to pay him back. Others were more agitated and told him they didn’t think his generosity meant a loan they’d have to pay back.

Overcome and broken, Jebediah had to leave the town for the day. When he reached his home, he thought of telling his wife he came back empty-handed. There, parked in the dirt outside his house, Jeb wept in his old Chevy. At first, he couldn’t bear to tell Phyllis. He assured her things would be okay. It hurt him to lie, but he couldn’t give up hope. As the weeks passed, Jebediah grew angry with the townsfolk. Jeb and Phyllis had given so much, but now in their time of need, the town turned their backs on them.

On one dark evening, Jeb held Phyllis’s hand for the last time. He grabbed at her ghost as she passed into the night. Until Sunrise Jeb remained by the antique bed wallowing from his loss. In the morning, he passed through all of the rooms in the house with not a sound to be heard. It was there, standing in the hallway, his hand on the aged cedar wall, Jebediah knew this was no longer home. When the day grew short, Jeb went out to his decrepit shed and grabbed a battered shovel. Jeb climbed into the seat of his old Chevy and drove into the sunset. The following dawn, old man Jebediah was found dead next to the bedside, no truck to be found.

When news made it back to town, shame kept the people quiet. Few left their homes, a feeling of disgrace keeping them shackled inside. When they did leave, they felt uneasy knowing that people would know they never paid their debts. The townsfolk would nervously eye each other, constantly having a feeling that someone was staring at them.

A few months later, a malignant fever proliferated through the community and many fell to delusion. The doctor could do nothing, and one by one the deceased accrued. The final stage of the illness marked the afflicted with rambling about an old Chevy. All they could hear was the sound of old Jeb’s Chevy growing near. The illness frightened the townsfolk as they watched their loved ones depart.

Rachel and Benjamin were two that never got over the guilt of not paying back Mr. Jebediah. When their son Tyler came down with the fever, the couple became obsessed with their indiscretions. Day in and day out, Tyler yammered about the sound of that Chevy engine growing louder.  

It was on a foggy October evening, the groans stopped. Rachel and Benjamin hustled to their son’s room expecting to find the worst, but instead their son was sitting up silently. They asked him how he was feeling, but Tyler responded very simply “He’s here.” On a night muted from sound, Rachel and Benjamin could hear the rumble of an old Chevy truck riding into town. In succession, the lights turned on in every house that night as the folk heard that incessant sound.

Each October, on a single night, the town of Pariah is haunted by the dissonant rattling of an old Chevy truck making its way into town.

 So the legend goes -

 When you get the fever, be ready for the reaper. When your body’s feeling heavy you might hear that old Chevy.

When you hear that engine humming, you know your time is coming.

Because if the engine is nearing, you know old Jeb is leering,

So leave your loved ones with your heart because old Jeb’s looking to depart.

For once you get the Jeb, there’s not long until you’re dead.

For that’s the legend of Jebediah, and he’s moved on from Pariah.

So if you hear the tune, you might be seeing Jeb soon.

   Get your flu shot.

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2020 Chevy Reaper Changes, Release And Interior

2020 Chevy Reaper Changes, Release And Interior

2020 Chevy Reaper Changes, Release And Interior – The US market of pickup trucks has absolutely been one of the most preferred and in addition, it is continually getting new affiliates. It is, therefore, a tad hard to be sure your customers’ demands and hold something significantly better each time. The brand name that may check out to achieve this is the popular Chevrolet having its remodeled…

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And For You, Handsome

Summary: Castiel meets Dean at a retro diner where their waitress is smitten with him. Characters: Castiel, Waitress!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Pairing: Castiel x Waitress!Reader Warnings: Fluff/Implied Smut Word Count: 2683 A/N: This was inspired by seeing THIS POST and my brain would not allow me to move on until I wrote it. So, I’m blaming @ain-t-bovvered since it was her reblog. LOL! As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

Castiel pulled his old beat up Ford truck into the small diner’s parking lot. He parked next to The Winchester’s 1967 Chevy Impala. Castiel had been traveling all around searching for Jack who had disappeared weeks ago. He looked in his rearview mirror running his hand through his chocolate brown hair. His deep blue eyes were tired looking, even if he did not need sleep, from worry.

He got out of the truck and walked inside the diner where he saw Sam and Dean sitting in a booth. “Hello Dean, Sam.” He said sitting next to Dean who was already sliding across the booth to let him in.

“Hey Cas, how is the search for Jack?” Sam asked genuinely looking concerned. Castiel appreciated the relationship Sam built with Jack in his absence. He truly cared for him when he could not be there.

Castiel shook his head, “Nothing. I cannot seem to track him in any way.” He pursed his lips into a thin line.

Just then their waitress came rolling over to them on shoes that had wheels on the bottom of them. Castiel was intrigued by her strange shoes and impressed by her gracefulness.

“Hiya, guys! My name is (Y/N) and I’ll be your bringer of all things delicious.” She smiled down at him as she continued, “What can I get y’all to drink?”

“Coke for me, darling.” Dean said as he gave her his traditional charming smile. Castiel had seen many women fall for Dean’s charms but this woman seemed different. She nodded writing down his drink order and looking to Sam for his without a second look towards Dean.

After taking Sam’s order, she looked to Castiel smiling brightly again, “And for you, handsome?”

He tilted his head slightly confused, “Uh. Water is fine.” She nodded and placed her hand on his shoulder as she pushed forward on her rolly shoes.

Dean and Sam were both chuckling, “Well, well seems like our waitress has a thing for trench coat wearing angels.” Dean said as Castiel looked over to him.

“Why do her shoes have wheels on them? She could easily fall on those.” He asked concerned for her safety as he turned and watched her rolling around behind the counter with a tray full of food.

Sam was now laughing as he said, “This is what they call a retro diner. Back in the 50’s waitress would wear roller skates to serve food to people. It was like their trademark in the industry.”

“Roller skates? That does not simple practical for the food service.” He said as Dean patted his back.

“It’s not, however you can’t help but be impressed with a woman who is that graceful. Am I right?” Castiel looked back over to (Y/N) and nodded slowly as Dean smiled widely at him. “Sammy, I do believe our Cas is intrigued by our waitress.”

Castiel felt his cheeks burning not completely sure as to why they were but he was also feeling a lot of things he did not understand. His stomach felt uneasy and his hands were restless as he slid them over his thighs repeatedly.

“Here we go! Now what can I get you to eat?” she asked rolling to a stop and standing close to him. As she took Sam’s order, Dean leaned over whispering to Castiel.

“The best part about waitresses is they always smell like food.” Castiel looked at Dean curiously as he winked and clicked his tongue.

Castiel leaned slightly closer to (Y/N) and inhaled deeply taking in the smell of fried potatoes, crushed coffee beans and a distinct fruity smell.

“Finally, ole blue eyes here, what can I get for you?” Her (Y/E/C) eyes peered down into his and he felt his vessel’s heart beat accelerate slightly.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as he answered, “Um, cheeseburger with fries. Thank you.” She smiled biting her lower lip slightly.

He watched her roll off towards the kitchen. His eyes traveled down her curvy body covered by a bright blue uniform that landed just above her knees. Her legs were long and strong from skating for eight hours a day.

“Cas!” Sam called out as he waved his hand in front of his face.

He shook his head slightly and looked to Sam who was smirking, “Sorry. What were you saying?” he was hoping they would ignore his moment of distraction.

Of course, he was never that lucky as Dean was chuckling louder now, “Cas were you checking out the waitress? Oh, this is good. We are always looking for teachable moments. Now, remember she gets hit on all the time so you have to bring your A-game.”

Castiel rolled his eyes as Dean went on about flirting with the waitress. Sam was trying to get Dean to stop as Castiel’s attention went back to (Y/N). He was not completely inexperience with women though very limited. There was Meg who he had kissed like he saw in the Pizza Man and the Babysitter. Then there was April, the reaper who tried to kill him. His experience with her was most educational more so than watching the Pizza Man.

(Y/N) was talking with one of the patrons of the diner who was standing in front of a jukebox. One of the only good things to come from Metatron was his download of pop culture in his head. As soon as a song started to play (Y/N) began swaying her hips to it. She was skating to deliver food while dancing and singing along to the song.

When she came back over with their food she was humming to herself and he found it pleasing to listen to her unlike listening to Dean sing in the car. “Here you go, handsome. Is there anything else I can get for you now?”

They all shook their heads as she smiled and then she bumped her hip into his arm winking down at him, “Just let me know if you need anything else.” She skated off to check on another table.

“Cas, buddy, she is flirting with you relentlessly. Now, you need to come up with a way to ask her when she’s off and if she would like to meet up later.” Dean explained as he took a large bite out of his burger.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, “Leave him be, Dean. Besides we have bigger things go one like finding Jack that we need to focus on.”

Dean scoffed, “Sammy just because you can’t get a woman to hit on you doesn’t mean we should belittle the opportunity our buddy Cas has here with one smoking waitress.”

“Sam is right, Dean. We need to focus on finding Jack.” Castiel said as he glanced over to (Y/N) who was slightly bend over cleaning a table. Something deep within him stirred and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Dean sighed in defeat, “You two are buzzkills. Alright, let’s talk about Jack and how we are not able to find him.”

As Dean finished his meal he traded plates with Castiel eating his burger as well since he did not eat. They talked about ways to find Jack and Castiel discussed going up to Heaven to see if they would help. Duma was still a little upset over losing her wings but she would just have to see reason and get over it.

(Y/N) had come over a few more times to check on them and for Dean to pay the bill for their food. As they were leaving, Castiel noticed she was taking off her apron and skates towards the back of the diner. He stood next to his truck saying goodbye to the Winchesters and watched them drive off. He was about to get into his truck when he heard (Y/N)’s voice.

“Hey Cas! Excuse me, you left your phone on the table. It’s Cas, right? I thought I overheard your friend call you that.” She called out jogging up to him. She was now in a t-shirt and jeans with normal shoes on. Her hair was down and slightly covering her face from the breeze that was blowing.

He took the phone from her, “Yes, it is and thank you. I don’t remember setting it on the table.” He said as he figured it was Dean who took the phone from his coat pocket.

She bit her lower lip and shifted from one foot to the other nervously, “So, I was wondering… I mean I know you just ate but I haven’t and I was wondering if you would like to join me?”

Castiel knew he should say no and get to the sandbox but there was something within him pushing him to go with her. “Uh, sure.” He said bringing a brilliant smile to her ruby lips.

“Great! You can just follow me. I’m in the little silver car over there.” She pointed towards a car at the back of the parking lot. She began walking towards it looking back at him over her shoulder. There was a slight bounce in her step as she walked making her hair bounce along with it.

He followed her to a small house on the outskirts of town parking his truck in front of it. She waited for him to walk up the driveway to her porch where there was a swing slightly swaying. Watching her unlock the door he followed her inside instantly taking in the sweet smell of apples and cinnamon.

“Can I take your coat for you?” she asked as she hung her bag up in the small foyer. Castiel apprehensively took off his trench coat feeling vulnerable since his angel blade was in his sleeve.

He looked around her small living room that led into her kitchen where she was currently walking into. The feelings coursing through him made him nervous. He was not used to having these particularly feelings of uneasiness, stomach churning, desire.

She came back into the living room with a sandwich and two bottles of water. “Here you go. Sorry, my place is a little messy. I haven’t had any company for a while.”

He sat down next to her on the couch making sure there was a good chunk of space in between them. He liked how she curled her legs under herself as she sat down. It reminded him of a cat curling up to go to sleep.

He did his best to keep up with polite conversation she was initiating. However, Castiel kept getting distracted by the way her plump lips formed words and how staring at them enticed parts of his body to physically react.

She got up taking her empty plate into her kitchen and he took a deep breath trying to calm his vessel down. He was not used to the reactions he was having. He shifted back slightly as she came back in sitting down closer to him now.

She giggled softly the sound had the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. “Okay, I’m going to be extremely forward, but I’ve been flirting with you hoping you felt something between us. Am I reading into things wrong?” He voice was low and nervous.

Castiel placed his hand on top of hers, “I’m not entirely sure. I’m not very experienced in interactions with women. The few that I have had have not turned out for the best. I know that you elicit feelings within me that I am unsure about having but they intrigue me.”

(Y/N) laced her fingers with his. Looking over to her she looked up at him through her long, thick eyelashes and her tongue darted out moisten her red lips. Castiel bit his bottom lip suddenly feeling like he was being held back. His body was urging him to move and give in to what it wanted but his brain was keeping him in place.

“So, what now Cas?” she whispered pressing her body closer to his.

As if a light switch went off inside him and someone cut the restraints on his tense body he reacted. Crashing his rough lips to hers, his hands landing on her hips and picking her up onto his lap. Her legs landed on either side of him as her hands went into his messy hair.

He let out a small growl as she gently pulled it and he brought her hips closer to him. She let her head fall back with a groan as he trailed his lips down her neck. He noticed she still smelled like diner food and fruit mixing an intoxicating concoction of sweet and salty.

“Bed… room. Now.” She panted pointed down a long hallway.

With ease he lifted her up as he stood and she wrapped her long legs around his waist. As they walked she started taking off her shirt and bra. His mouth went in between her breasts nipping and licking anything he could. Once they were in her bedroom, he let his vessel’s body take over following whatever it wanted to do. He realized soon enough that this was the right thing to do from the sounds coming from (Y/N).

The next morning, Castiel woke up with (Y/N) resting her head on his chest and their bodies wrapped in a single bed sheet. He knew that he needed to leave soon.

He ran his fingers through her hair gently, “(Y/N).” he whispered as she groaned shaking her head.

“Nooo… five more minutes.” She said groggily snuggling closer to him.

He chuckled running his fingers down her bare back enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against his callous fingers. The thought of leaving her made his heart ache yet another new sensation. He waited the full five minutes and then tried moving again.

(Y/N) wrapped her arm and leg around him shaking her head, “Now Cas, you know five minutes was a literal five minutes. Stay. You can’t just leave after giving me one of the best nights of my life.”

He sighed truly wanting to stay, but knowing he needed to leave. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). There is somewhere I need to be. However, I would not mind coming back in a few days to see you again.” She looked up at him with a small smile nodding.

As he untangled himself from her and the sheet he heard her let out a small gasp as he stood up. He looked down at her curiously, “What is it?” he asked.

He could see the same look in her eyes as the night before as she licked her bottom lip, “I guess I just didn’t get to see and appreciate all of you last night. Good god…” She said her eyes traveling down his vessel’s body.

He watched as her eyes widen settling on a particular point. He could feel his body reacting and he could no longer ignore it like he used to be able too. He smiled at her crawling back into her bed and hovering over her. “I guess I could be a little late to my appointment.”

As he walked to his truck from (Y/N)’s house, he heard someone clapping from the driver’s side. He lowered his angel blade as he rounded the corner and saw it was Dean leaning against it.

“That’s my boy, Cas. We have some news on Jack, so I’ll drive us back to the Bunker and on the way, tell me every detail of your night.” He said holding out his hand for Castiel’s keys.

He handed them over getting in on the passenger side. He looked up to her porch seeing (Y/N) sitting on her swing waving goodbye to him. He turned forward sighing already missing her more than he knew he should.

“Don’t keep me in suspense, tell me everything. Did you have protection, at least?” Dean asked excitedly.

Castiel looked over confused saying, “Well I had my angel blade nearby. You know, just in case she ended up like April.”

Dean’s laughter could be heard for the next mile as they drove down the road.

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Chevy Reaper 2024: Redesign and Specs

Chevy Reaper 2024: Redesign and��Specs

Chevy Reaper 2024: Redesign and Specs. Its been a while since we are listening rumors about the Reaper, the performance-oriented Chevrolet truck. The GM needs it to compete with Ford Raptor. The development of Chevy Reaper 2024 will have to speed up, since the other rival, FCA, is preparing its Ram Rebel. All in all, truck lovers will have an interesting battle among these beasts.   The thing…

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Dark Angels: Creation. Part 24, Investigations

Sin: *We reformed in the woods near the cottage Layla inhabited in Caldwell. Though reapers are essentially disembodied souls as we manipulate time and space to travel through the half-world, I’d still had a brief, but uncomfortable sensation, as we passed through the mhis Layla had described.* This is where Layla was attacked. I felt the mhis as we went through it. How did you fare, Declan? Declan: *my hand had immediately dropped from Sin’s shoulder to my sword after we reformed. We’d traveled like this with Sin often, but my wolf hadn’t liked what it had just felt and was pushing against my skin to get out.* Like someone was walking over my bloody grave. I can see why it would keep out most creatures, but not ghosts or reapers. It’s uncomfortable, but I think more effective against the physical than the metaphysical. Sin: *Nodding* I agree. As with ghosts, reapers are essentially disembodied souls. But it would be highly effective against the physical. The forms we manifest are projections of that soul, but nonetheless have corporeal substance. I suspect it would be effective against us if we attempted to find this place in this form. The question is why are those inhabitants inside its protection unaffected. It bears further investigation. Declan: Layla called it an illusion. Maybe that’s all it is, with a side of creepy thrown in, and if you know about it, you can’t be fooled. It feels like it has a physical form to it on the outside, but from this side, you don’t see anything but a low lying fog. I wonder what it looks like to people looking in. Sin: Perhaps we shall investigate that another time. For now, it is enough that we know it is effective against demons. *Curiously, I walk towards the white mist laying knee high across the ground. As I enter deeper into it, it does indeed feel as though it is a physical barrier. And the further I go, the higher the mist rises until I am surrounded by it. It is vaguely disorienting. I can hear Declan’s urgent voice calling for me as though at a great distance. I had moved so quickly that we’d gotten separated but it should not have been as far as the sound of his voice indicated. I call out loudly.* Declan, I am well. See if you can use that wolf nose of yours to find me in this and demat to me. I wish to see what happens when we attempt to use our talents while in the mist. Declan:*I lift my head and inhale deeply. I’d be able to scent him even better in wolf form but the uncertainty of what would happen if I transformed inside this magical barrier had me telling him to settle down. When I had Sin’s direction, I ghosted out and reformed at his side.* So it doesn’t affect our ability to transport within it, although I’m still a little disoriented. My wolf can always sense the directions, but it feels like one of those ball compasses on a car dashboard that goes nuts while you’re driving. Sin: *I raise an eyebrow at him and answer mildly* I am not in the habit of using automobiles. I know you and Celia have an affinity for motorcycles, but when have you ridden in a car? Declan: *I can’t help but grin.* We’ve only been in your service the last 30 years Sin. Cars were around before we died, although we did prefer motorcycles even then. We still enjoy a fast ride when we aren’t babysitting you. But since my death I’ve discovered a passion for Ferarri’s. You have some very wealthy neighbors in Hawaii who like them as well. When you don’t have us busy, I might have taken a few midnight “test drives” in theirs. Ferrari’s don’t come with bobble compasses like the old Chevy trucks the pack had for supply transport in the 1980’s, but they make up for it in speed. Sin: *I let out a seemingly disgruntled sigh at the “babysitting” remark, but in reality Declan’s insouciance was one of the reasons I had offered the pair of them the opportunity to serve me rather than to move to their next lives. That and the fact that their love for each other shone like a white fire in their souls, so passionate and connected were they. More than soulmates and rarer still. Twin flames. And it had reminded me so much of the way it had been with my Eve that I did not want to risk the chance they would be separated again in their final lives before ascension.* I can see you have been spending too much time with Sean and Zav. I shall endeavor to keep you too busy to engage in such mischief in the future. *Turning around in the fog, I cannot but marvel at it. I, also, have a vague sense of disorientation and discomfort, but not such that I cannot make my way out.* Put your hand on my shoulder Declan. We shall mist back to where we reformed when we entered. *After he has done so, I dematerialize us into the half-world, leaving behind traces of the black mist that is the essence of a reaper to mix with the mhis. Briefly, I wonder if that residue will have an effect upon it, but no matter. Only time will tell me that. Reforming at the spot we had initially arrived on, I survey the barrier once again.* I believe the mhis is only effective when one is unaware of what it is. Else those that live on the grounds would have difficulty in finding their way in again when they leave it in physical form. It disorients and causes foreboding even when passing through it in a dematerialized state. I do not believe vampires in their molecular forms would be able to pass through it if they did not know what lay on the other side. However, it is not completely impenetrable even to the corporeal. If they wander in and stay long enough they might eventually find their way through if they had something to focus on here on this side of it. Thus, this must not be the only warning system around the mountain. I surmise that more modern surveillance is also used and the mhis serves as deterrent, sensory block, and early warning system for its creator. However, given Layla’s experience, it is not effective against reapers. The half-world we travel in must negate those effects and fails to trip the warning system. I sense Annalise’s hand in this, or at least her power. It makes sense that it would not work against us. She had always intended reaper contact to be minimal with the species she created and, given our benign purpose in the grand scheme of the universe, would not think we could be a threat. She was wrong. *Silently surveying the mhis again, I inhale and close my eyes, calling on my power. Lifting my hand, I utter ‘zarman ol’ -’show me’- in the gutteral Enochian language of the angels. Immediately, the mhis lights up, angelic symbols of ethereal magick floating dimly among the vampiric magickal fog. Opening my eyes, I adjust them to see the half-world between life and death. There the symbols hang in the air glowing brightly. The mountain has been well-protected from reaper and demon, though I wonder at Zav’s choice not to ward against angels as well. And then it comes to me. Annalise had stepped down and her chosen successor had been an angel that I had been given to understand resided with the King of the species. No angel would infringe upon the new deity’s territory. Not when it had risen from their ranks. Even a direct command from the white god himself would not sway them. Declan: *My eyes narrow as the glowing symbols seem to hover dimly in the air* Are they at full power? They don’t seem bright enough. Sin: You cannot see with my eyes, Declan. Zav posted them in the half-world that runs parallel to this one. They are so strong there that they can be revealed even here, if one knows the words. Layla will be quite well protected now. I will notify Sean he can take her home. I believe we have learned all we can for the moment. Now, attend me and we shall go. Declan: *I move behind Sin, placing my arm on his shoulder to travel with him, though I didn’t need to in order to go somewhere I’ve already been.* Home or the house in Brazil? Sin: Neither. We are going into Caldwell. #TBC

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Bikers Don’t Belong in Wyoming: Part 1

Pairings: Chibs x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 6.657

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Four am always came entirely too fast for you. You could go to bed at noon the previous day and four in the morning was still so damn early. The incessant beep of your alarm that you had to put in your bathroom to make sure you actually got up always blared at you; screaming at you to get your day started.

“Alright!” You shouted at no one as Bucky, your German Shepard whined and stretched on the floor at the door of your bed. “Fuck, I’m up!” You grumbled to yourself as you stumbled into the bathroom, slamming your hand down on the white radio box and flipping the switch to the radio. With only half your attention, you listened to the day’s weather report and part of a local news story as you washed up and prepared for yet another long day.

By 4:15, you were dressed in jeans and a long sleeved flannel, pulling on your work boots as you flipped on the outside lights of your house. You bumbled down the steps as you lit your morning smoke, stomping through mud and muck from a freak September thunderstorm the night before and over to your four wheeler as Bucky relieved himself and trotted over to you. No words needed to be said as the two of you headed across your property toward the barn, your pup keeping up with your quad easily despite the wet terrain.

At 4:18, you pulled up in front of your barn, just like you did every single morning. You killed the engine as Bucky sniffed around, looking for four-legged intruders that were looking for your grain or chickens. You missed him catch an unfamiliar scent but the low, menacing growl he let out only partially startled you since he growled at everything that came near his mama.

“Oh, you’re fine.” You groaned as you pulled open the side door and flipped on the lights. Bucky darted past your legs and his growl got even louder. You glanced over and did a double take at the sight of a motorcycle that didn’t belong to you in your barn. Your stomach clenched as you grabbed the closest weapon you had, a pitchfork, and slowly walked into your barn.

“I know you’re in here.” You called out as your (Y/E/C) eyes danced around to the places the intruder could be hiding. “Come out now and I won’t sick my dog on you.” Bucky’s growl got even louder as he paused in front of one of your currently empty horse stalls on the far wall of the barn. The intruder didn’t make a sound as you gripped the wooden handle of your weapon of choice tighter in your hand. You inched closer and swallowed against the lump in your throat.

“Last chance, dude. He’s a vicious monster, I’m warning you.” You called out as you paused right outside the door. With shaky hands, you grabbed the door that wasn’t latched all the way and pulled it back, prepared to stab whoever was on the other side. You only had a second to grab Bucky to keep him from attacking the battered and blood covered man that was laying on the floor.

“Back, Buck. It’s OK.” You said as you tossed your pitchfork to the side. You swore under your breath as you yanked your dog back and ducked into the horse stall, hating that you couldn’t call ‘9-1-1’ for help. “Hey, can you hear me?” You asked as you pushed the man’s shoulder with the toe of your boot. He let out a half groan, thankfully alive but he gave no other response. Your mind went into overdrive as you raced out of the stall, making sure Bucky didn’t get in, and grabbed your first aid kit. You turned away from your work bench before turning back and grabbing a length of chain and a lock. “This better be worth it.” You grumbled as you headed back over to patch up the guy before you started your chores for the day.

5:34 AM. A low groan came from right next to you as you sat in the opening of the horse stall milking your cow, Widow. You didn’t move your head as the man moved around in the hay. You put your foot on top of the gun that was in the back of his jeans and moved it so that he could see it next to your milking stool.

“Wanna tell me what you were doing in my barn?” You asked without looking over at him. He sighed as you did the same thing with his knife, leaving both of them sitting beside you way out of his reach.

“I’s escapin’ the storm.” Heat flooded your core at the unexpected Scottish accent and you glanced over at him. His half lidded eyelids barely covered his brown eyes as he ran his hand through his medium length brown and grey, blood splattered hair. “Time’s it?”

“5:30 in the morning.” You said as you turned back to your job. “You probably have a concussion from whatever gave you that cut on your head…” You missed him nodding in agreement as he cut you off.

“Yea, but I don’ do ‘ospitals.” You nodded at him as you got the last bit of milk from Widow.

“Good thing I wasn’t gunna call them anyways.” With a brush of your hand on Widow’s side, you grabbed the full bucket and moved it out of the way. You stood up and moved your stool out of the stall as you brushed your hands on your jeans. “You wanna tell me what this is?” You asked as you grabbed a leather, sleeveless jacket you had found in his bag off the stall door and held it up. He sighed as he pushed himself up into a seated position.

“It's a kutte.” You nodded slowly as you looked at the reaper on the back again.

“So you’re a gang banger. Classy.”

“Not a gang bang’a. Motorcycle enthusiast.” You smirked as you put the kutte back down on the door and lead Widow to the main back door.

“Well what is a motorcycle enthusiast doing in Wyoming?” You called out as you let Widow off her lead and into the yard. You walked back over calmly as the man tried to get up only to realize he was chained down by the waist. “Oh yea. For my own protection.” You heard Bucky growl from where you were forced to tie him up across the barn. You glanced over at your pet and looked back at the stranger. “That’s for yours. Bucky’s not a fan.” The man nodded as he situated himself against the wood bars on the side of the stall.

“Can I at least ‘ave a smoke?” You huffed a laugh as you headed toward his stall.

“Not when you’re sittin’ in hay.” You grabbed his gun and knife off the floor and traded them for a bottle of water, which you rolled over to him. “You can just hang out right there until I finish my morning chores then I’ll decide what to do with you.” He nodded, too tired to even fight back as you closed the door to the stall and locked it with another padlock. You looked over the door at him with a cocky smirk. “You could have just knocked on the house door. I would have let you sleep on an actual bed and not some wet hay.”

“Aye. Should’ve.”

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6:45 AM “So what are you running from, Mr. Motorcycle?” You asked as you walked beside Captain America, your deep brown Quarter horse who was carrying your stranger up to your house for you. You had tried to get him to walk but he had apparently lost a lot more blood than was on the floor of your barn because standing wasn’t working too well.

“It’s Chibs.” He said around a cigarette as he looked down at you. “Just… runnin’s all.” You nodded slowly as you processed the information.

“(Y/N).” He nodded and glanced around your property in the light of the rising sun. He flicked his ash far away from you and your horse and gestured around.

“’s’all yers?” You looked up at him to see what he was talking about, glanced around, and nodded.

“Inherited it when my grandparents passed. 36 acres of pain in the ass and bullshit if you ask me.” He chuckled as you pulled Cap’s reigns at the garden gate. “But usually no one bothers me and I don’t bother anyone else. Usually.” You glanced up at him and offered him your hand. “Don’t jump, slide.” He nodded as he carefully swung his leg over Cap’s neck and slid off his bare back. You tied off the reigns and helped Chibs through your garden to your back porch. “So, can I trust you to just stay here? I gotta get the milk and eggs from this morning and last night for the market.” He nodded as he carefully sat down.

“Aye. If ye’ll let me, I’ve no intention ta go anywhere soon. Ridin’ wit’ a concussion ’s’no fun.” With a small giggle and a nod, you went inside to get him a glass of sweet tea.

“Wouldn’t imagine so. I will say this though.” He looked up at you expectantly as you came back outside and handed him the cup. “You’re lucky as shit you landed in my barn. One more down, you would have gotten shot on sight. I just happened to have been raised better than the Old Man McDonald down the road.”

“Could tha’ be anymore stereotypical?” He asked as you closed and locked the back door to your house, just in case Chibs got curious.

“Yea, that song wasn’t written about that crotchety ass mother fucker, I promise you.” You headed through your garden as Bucky laid down on your porch, eying the man. “Leave him alone.” You said as you climbed onto Cap’s back and pointed at your dog. “He’s just gunna watch you because he’s an asshole.” With a small nod from Chibs, you clicked your tongue and gently but forcefully kicked Cap’s sides until he took off in a gallop back across your land.

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8:10 am.

“So where are ye takin’ me?” Chibs asked as he got into your passenger seat, a little worse for the wear but stronger on his feet. He had on clean clothes and thanks to a shower, the blood was gone from his body and hair, revealing an extremely handsome, scared face, you hadn’t noticed that morning. You grunted a bit as you set the wire racks of goats and cows milk next to the two dozen eggs you were going to sell at the farmers market in the cooler and climbed into the bed of your grandfathers 1948 Chevy 3600 truck; a classic you were known for at the farmers market.

“Well, since I don’t know you and don’t trust you, you’re coming to work with me.” You grabbed two bags of ice off the floor of the bed and carefully poured it on top of the glass bottles.

“What do ye do for work?” He called out through the sliding window on the back window of your truck. You glanced up at him as Bucky jumped up into the truck and took his spot on his bed at the front of the long truck bed behind the drivers seat.

“You’re lookin’ at it.” You said as you tossed the two empty bags into the cooler so you could refill them when you got home. “I’ve managed to pick up the family business. It’s a fucking joy.” Chibs chuckled as you strapped down the cooler.

“Don’ sound like much joy.” With a small, unseen shrug, you grabbed your duffle bag, containing your money bag and your ‘real’ business and tossed it in the back.

“Yea, you get up every day at four am and go to bed at eight thirty at 28 years old. Tell me how much you like it.” You shut the bed of the truck and strapped it closed. “But it’s not like I have a social life anymore anyways. I live in the middle of no where and was home schooled because I did rodeo most of my life. Now I’m just the local deal…” Your words caught in your throat as you got into the cab of the truck and you quickly recovered. “dead head. No one likes to hang out with the girl who spends her Friday nights bathing pigs or mucking stalls.” Chibs nodded as you turned your truck over and put it in gear, heading into town.

“So why’d ye not call the law?” He asked as you headed into town.

“Don’t like cops.” You watched him nod out of the corner of your eye as he looked out the window with a smirk.

“‘ave ‘nythin’ ta do wit’ the fact that ye grow weed?” You slammed on the brakes a little harder than necessary at a stop sign and looked over at him as Bucky stood up to figure out why you stopped so abruptly.

“How the fuck did you know that?” He chuckled as he looked back over at you. He lifted his sunglasses on top of his head and turned in the seat with his arm casually across the back of the bench seat.

“Lass, as a motorcycle club member, I’m very, very familiar wit’ the smell of marijuana. That duffle of yours doesn’t cover it as well as ye think.” Your wide eyes danced between him and the duffle in the bed of your truck.

“How…” you looked back at him as he dropped his sunglasses back on his face. He chuckled and pointed at the road.

“Ye gon’ drive, love?” Your jaw snapped closed and with a loud huff, you turned in your chair and continued down the road.

“I hate you right now.” You grumbled as you turned down the main road. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as he chuckled to himself. “Yea, fine. I grow. Hence the reason I wasn’t leaving you at my house and why I didn’t call the cops on you this morning.” He nodded   as he looked over at you.

“Thank God for weed then.” You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as you nodded.

“For your sake, yea. So, now that you know something big about me, it’s your turn. What are you running from?” His smile fell the slightest bit as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“Ye would go there.” With a small sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair avoiding the cut you had butterfly stitched that morning. “’T’is a long story, lass but the short-a it is, m’club’s been under the microscope a the law. This right cunt’s tryin’ ta make me look like a rat an’ I ain’t no fuckin’ rat. So, instead’a dyin’, I ran ’til the dust settles.” You nodded slowly as he looked over at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Did you guys kill a guy? You kinda look like you could kill a guy.” His worried look turned into a smile as he shook his head.

“No, luv. I didn’t kill a guy. Like I said, long story.”

“Well I appreciate you sharing that much. Now, we’re on a slightly more even playing field.” You glanced over at him as you stopped at the first light on the outskirts of your home town. You could just make out the ‘Welcome to Opal’ sign in the distance and you turned toward Chibs. “So how did a guy from Scotland end up in little, old Opal, Wyoming?” He shrugged as you pressed on the gas at the green light.

“I was headed ta Canada. Had ta get far away from California ‘nd the surrounding states where the otha chart’a’s are. Got caught in the storm an’ saw the lights’a yer barn.” You nodded slowly as you pulled into the lot that held the farmers market every day on the edge of town. You headed down to your designated tent, a bright, one of a kind, hand dyed red color and parked so the bed was under the tent at the end of the line.

“So here’s your job. You can just sit under the tent with me, watch for cops but don't try to sell weed. Milk and eggs are fine. I just know my regulars are and I have this UC that's been trying to bust me for months. He thinks I sell pills though, the fucking idiot. So you know nothin’. Oh, and feel free to flirt with the old women that will flirt with you. They’ll buy more eggs.” He chuckled as you both got out of the cab of the truck.

“Well this’ll be an interestin’ experience. I’ve never been ta a market like this ‘fore.” You nodded in understanding as you dropped the bed of your tailgate and flipped down your hand made sign with your milk and egg prices. You pulled your pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and sat down on the bed in front of your cooler as Chibs did the same next to you.

“It’s boring as fuck.” You grumbled around your smoke. “You sit from 8:30 in the morning until somewhere between noon and two when the milk and eggs are gone, though most of my customers aren’t here for the milk….” Chibs nodded in understanding as you watched the other farmers open their own booths. “It’s just… annoying.”

“’s’work though, lass. Betta then sittin’ at ‘ome.” You looked over at him with your eyebrow raised as Mike, your early morning usual headed over from his booth two spots down.

“I’d rather be doing this at home.” Without even having to look up, knowing he was as much of a morning person as you were, you grabbed his eighth from your bag. He wordlessly handed you forty bucks as he pocketed the weed and walked away. You glanced over at Chibs as you reached behind you and dropped the money in your duffle. “I’d much rather do that at home.”

“Well now you’ve me for comp’ny.” He said with a smile as he moved the duffle towards you and moved backwards into the truck so he could lean on the side. “‘Sides, ‘ow bad can it be?”

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11:13 am.

“… it was luvly chattin’ wit’chew too, luv.” Chibs cooed as you shook your head slowly behind him. The mother of two that had been chatting him up for the past twenty minutes waved at him as she set your last two milk bottles in the cooler in her wagon. With a smirk, you looked at him with your eyebrow raised as he turned to you to give you the money for the milk. “What?” You burst out laughing as you grabbed the front of your completely empty cooler.

“I’ve been coming here five days a week, every single week of my life minus winters and rodeos and I have never, EVER seen milk and eggs sell so fast. My grandpa couldn’t even do that.” He shrugged as he sat down on the bed of the truck and peeked in the duffle.

“Looks like ye’ve done good yerself.” He said as you glanced at your nearly empty duffle.

“You make for a good distraction. You know, I may just have to keep you and that cute butt and that hot accent around. Give me a few hours of break every day.” He chuckled as you tossed the last eight bucks in the duffle and zipped it closed.

“Well luv, I’ve no where else ta be.” You smiled at him as you jumped off the bed of your truck to head home early for the first time in your life.

“Well then let’s go teach you how to work on a farm.”

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“So today is Sunday.” You said to Chibs as you shoved open the big front doors of your barn. “Meaning it’s church day for most of the people in town. Therefore, my greenery business takes a hit in the afternoon which is OK because it gives me time to get the horses washed. Which is good for you because they are the easiest animals to get someone started with other than the pigs.” You stepped into the tack room and flipped on the light, gesturing for the Scot to follow you in.

“This is the schedule I had my employees working… back when I had employees.” You said as you gestured to the large, weekly calendar on the wall. “I stick to it as best as possible but there are only so many things a girl can do by herself. So, as you can see, Sunday…” You pointed at the list of chores you did on Sundays and tapped your finger on the board. “Wash horses and Bruce, mow back lawn and gardening. Now, the back lawn can get fucked for all I care. It’s almost winter so it’ll die out. I’ll worry about it next year.” You said as you turned to grab the stuff you would need to wash your four horses.

“My garden was attacked by rabbits, or ‘coons or something in the summer so there’s nothing out there. Now for Bruce…” You sighed as you handed Chibs the bottle of shampoo and two rope leads. You walked with Chibs over to the very first stall where Bruce, your angry, stubborn donkey lived. The donkey sensed your approach and went ballistic, kicked the door repeatedly and began braying at the top of his lungs.

“Yea, yea. Shut up!” You called out over Bucky’s protective barking as you pointed at the grey donkey. “This fucking dick is Bruce a.k.a. the Hulk. He was my grandad’s and my pop and this one guy that used to work for us were the only people he trusted. Now, he’s just a fucking douchebag but I just can’t get rid of him. Don’t go near him, don’t try to feed or pet him. Don’t even look at him. Just leave him alone. Bathing him is a royal pain in the ass and I’ve moved it to Wednesdays when I don’t have to go down to the market.” You turned on your heel and dropped the bucket of cleaning tools by the tie up in the middle of the barn and grabbed your leads off the wall.

“Ye got yer ‘ands full ‘ere, eh, lass?” You smirked as he set down the shampoo and followed you to the corral on the side of your barn.

“Six cows, five goats, four horses, two pigs, two dozen chickens, a donkey with an attitude problem, a German Shepard that thinks he’s a person and a large, hydroponic pot farm in my basement.” You glanced over your shoulder at him with a smirk as you unlatched the gate. “You could say that ten time over.” You whistled to your horses as you stepped into the pen with a smile.

“So you’ve met Captain America.” You said as the deep brown horse came over to greet you. “All of my animals are named after Marvel characters in case you were wondering. This is Wanda and Pietro.” You said as you pointed at two brown and white thoroughbreds as they walked over. “And the strangler is Winter after the Winter Soldier who is my favorite, obviously. She’s my personal horse. Most of the other animals were hand-me-downs from my grandpa that he let me name but Winter is the first one I bought with my own money.” The white Arabian waited patiently as you teetered the other three horses to their leads before heading over to her. You whispered sweet nothings to her as she rubbed her nose against your side.

“Yea precious, it’s bath day. Maybe we can convince mommy’s new friend to go for a ride with Cap after the twin’s bath, yea?” Your horse whinnied as she brushed her nose against your cheek, bringing a laugh to your lips. “Ok, Ok. Yea, I know pretty girl.”

“Yer very good wit’ ‘em, luv.” Chibs said as you clipped the lead to Winter’s halter. You smiled and nodded toward him.

“It’s hard work. Very hard work but it’s worth it in the end.” You let go of Winter’s lead and walked over to Wanda and Pietro. “Alright, so there is a process with these guys. Pietro has to be led first on your left side.” You said as you moved Chibs in-between the two thoroughbreds.

“He always gets led in first or else he bites the other horses. Wanda has to stay to your right because she will kick if a horse is behind her.” Chibs nodded as you handed him the two leads and showed him how to hold them. “Now, once we’re inside, we’ll wash Wanda first then Pietro. If you do it the other way around, Pietro will get all fidgety and rear up… trust me when I say it’s not fun to have a horse land on your feet.”

“‘ow do ye keep this all straight?” Chibs laughed as you pushed the gate open wide.

“Practice. I move animals around twice a day, every day. In and out, back and forth. You learn quick which animals don’t like what and what you have to do to keep everyone calm.” He nodded at you as you both headed into the barn. With quick hands, you loosely tied Winter and Cap to the barn door to get in front of Chibs. “Now, the horses all have their own stalls. They will know if you mix them and they get a little teen girl with a zit on prom day crazy about it.” You said as you took Wanda’s lead and tied her to a ring on one of the posts for her bath.

“So down the line we have Bruce, an empty spot, then Cap goes in where I found you, then Winter, Wanda and Pietro. An empty spot for the chickens in the winter then the goats. Got that?” He repeated the list down to you as you took Pietro and moved him down to his stall with a nod. “Good. I can write the names down if you need until you are used to it.

Now, the ONLY time you can put the horses in the same stall is if we’re breeding them OR during a lightening storm like last night. In a case like that, Cap goes in with Winter because she get’s really worked up and it’s not good for her. Alright, while I get Wanda started, how about you put Cap and Winter in their stalls. You’ll see empty buckets of water in the front corner, just use the hose to fill them all up.” With a smile and a nod, he headed toward the door as you maneuvered Wanda into the middle of the isle.

“What do we think, think he’ll make it on the farm?” You asked her as you grabbed the rope from the far side of the middle isle to keep her away from the stalls. She huffed at you as you grabbed the hose off the wall and dragged it out to the middle of the walkway and you nodded in response. “Yea, I guess we will see.”

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4:27 am. Two months later.

“Watch.” Chibs called out as he grabbed a bail of hay from the second story of your barn where all your feed was and tossed it over the edge to put in with the chickens. You took a sleepy step to the side as you headed toward the end of the barn with five goat sweaters over your arm. Over night, you had managed to get 6 inches of snow, the first of the year and the two of you were spending the morning settling the animals in for the winter weather so you could go back to bed.

“Don’t forget that stack of blankets.” You called up to him as you grabbed your stool and milk pail. You heard a mocking grumble a few seconds before a loud, soft ‘plop’ landed a few feet behind you. “Thank you.” The grumbling continued from the Scot, who was even less of a morning person than you were, as he headed over to send grain down the chutes to all of the animals. The barn stayed nearly silent for the next hour as the two of you worked like a well oiled machine; making sure everyone was fed, milked and comfortable for the day.

“Tha’ sand should be ‘ere day afta t’morrow.” Chibs said as the two of you headed out of the barn to your four wheeler to ride back up to the house. With a giant yawn, you nodded as you climbed onto the four wheeler behind him.

“We’ll need to pull that salt out of the garage tonight then.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head between his shoulder blades. You felt the quad rumble to life as Chibs kicked it into gear and headed back up to the house, covering your hands with one of his to hide them from the cold. Neither of you had brought up the ‘dating’ talk but Chibs only slept on your couch for two weeks before you moved him into your bedroom where he had been ever since.

“I ‘ate that damn dog right now.” He growled as he parked next to your garden. You looked up at Bucky who was happily watching the two of you from the warm house through the back door window. “Gets ta stay in tha ‘eat. No snow for ‘im.” You rolled your eyes as you kicked the snow off your work boots and grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the window sill.

“And both of us are going to be right back in bed in 20 minutes and he’ll be on the floor.” You reminded him as you sank down on one of your rockers. You rolled your head tiredly toward him as Chibs sat down next to you with a smile.

“Mornin’ luv.” You smiled as he lit his cigarette and reached out for your hand.

“Mornin’. Welcome to your first day off in two months.” He chuckled as the two of you rocked back and forth and watched the snow fall peacefully on your property.

“‘ave ta say, I’m lookin’ forward ta spendin’ most’a the day in bed with ye.” You nodded slowly as you took a long drag of your cigarette.

“I would agree with you on that one. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve had a day off let alone a day off with someone else.” He hummed in agreement as the two of you finished your smokes in silence. With no words, you both stood up and headed inside to go back to bed. Your unmade bed looked so inviting and you barely had enough time to get out of your morning work clothes to just your tank top and panties in the walk from the bedroom door to your side of the king sized bed. You felt Chibs flop down next to you and immediately scoot to the middle of the mattress so he could pull your back into his chest.

“I used ta run guns.” He said quietly as he pulled the thick blankets up over both of you. You tucked your cold feet against his shins as he fit his body into yours, opening up to you for the first time since he got there. “Messy shite. The feds took a likin’ ta the club…”

“Honey, you don’t have to…” You started as you rolled your head back as far as the position would allow. He picked his head up off the pillow and gave you a small smile.

“I want ye ta know me, luv. I need ye to.” You nodded as you spun in his arms. With a smile, you laid your head on his arm and put your cold nose against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. He put his leg over your hip and pulled you as close as physically possible. You felt him take a deep breath as he gently kissed the top of your head. “Ye need ta know I’m technically married, lass. We’re estranged, she lives in Scotland wit’ m’daught’a… and another man. I care about ‘er, always will but I will neva be wit’ ‘er again. I need ye ta know tha’, lass ‘cause I’m fallin’ for ye… ‘ard. I luv ye, (Y/N).” You moved your head back on his arm and searched his brown eyes. He gave you a weak smile as he reached up and moved a stray strand of hair off your face.

“Ye don’ ‘ave ta say anythin’ back right now. I take no offense ta it ’t’all. I jus’… I see myself ‘ere for a while an’ tha’s not somethin’ I can’t not share.” You nodded slightly as tears welled in your eyes.

“I got married right out of high school. Kid I used to rodeo with. First kiss, first fuck… first love… He had it all.” Chibs nodded as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “Three months, two weeks, five days; that was how long I was married before I became a widow. Drunk driver.” You heard him take a deep breath and you shook your head. “It’s OK. It’s been eleven years, six months…” You looked up at him with a tight lipped smile and shrugged. “And I stopped counting the days shortly after you got here. You’re not the only one in love in this bed, baby.” His smile stretched across his face as he leaned down and gently captured your lips in his. His hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair as you cupped his jaw in your hands.

“I luv ye.” He whispered against your lips with an award winning smile that warmed your heart. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave him a chaste kiss.

“I love you, too.” He gave you one final kiss before pulling you into his chest as tightly as he could.

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“Babe, don’t you dare.” You laughed as you unclipped the leads from Gamora and Nebula’s halters as you led the two cows into your winter day pen. You didn’t move fast enough and got blasted in the cheek with a snowball. “Filip!” Your boyfriend’s loud, deep laugh rang out through your yard as he closed the horses in their side. You glared at him and stormed out of the pen.

“I ‘ad to luv.” He laughed as you grabbed a handful of snow off the rails. You smirked at him as you left the snow loose and closed the door of the corral behind you.

“Oh, you had to, did you?” You asked as you took off running toward him. He had no time to prepare himself as you leapt onto his back and shoved the snow down his coat and shirt.

“Oh ye shite!” He shouted as he turned and dropped both of you into the couple feet of snow by your garden. You screamed at the shock as the two of you grabbed handfuls of snow and attacked each other, not caring that it was six in the morning and you still had chores to do before it got too late. In that moment, you were just two people in love.

“OK! OK, you win!” You giggled as you blocked your face with your arm. You waited for Chibs to roll off you with a huffed chuckle and then grabbed an armful of snow and dropped it on his face.

“Ye rotten wench.” He shouted as you jumped up and ran as fast as you could back to the barn to safety. “Ye’ll pay for tha’ luv!” You glanced back over your shoulder at him as he shook out his shirt and jacket and followed after you. You giggled as you grabbed the leads from around your neck and hooked up Widow and Pepper to bring them outside. “Ye know ‘ow fuckin’ cold t’is?” You smirked as you handed him the leads so you could get the goats.

“You started it, baby. You can only blame yourself.” He leaned over and kissed your cold cheek as he headed back out. You stuck your head out of the barn to wait until the last two cows were in the pen as Bucky came over to herd the goats into the pen after them.

“Send ‘em.” Chibs shouted. With a thumbs up, you flipped the latch on the goat’s stall and let Star-Lord, Rocket, Groot, Hawkeye and Falcon out.

“Alright, let’s go. This way.” You said over Bucky’s barks as the two of you guided the animals to their day home. The pen you used for winter was a repurposed barn in the back with one of the sides removed. It opened to a field about one hundred square yards with a wood fence splitting it into two sides. It had tall, wood sides to protect the expanse from the colder elements. You put the cows and goats on one side and the horses on the other so that they weren’t cooped up in the barn 24/7 for months on end. You kept your distance as Chibs gently maneuvered Rocket around the gate with his foot and into the pen before closing and locking the two gates for the day.

“I vote tha’ we muck afta the market.” Chibs said as he ambled over to you. “I’m froze.” You nodded in agreement as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and rubbed your back. You buried your cold face in his neck as he walked you back toward the barn.

“Wanna just skip the market and go back to bed? If people want weed they can come to us.” Chibs nodded as he moved his hands down your back to your ass.

“I could stay in bed wit’chew all day long, lass.” You hummed with a smile as you both stopped at the back doors of the barn to close them up.

“That honestly sounds like heaven.” He looked up at you with his eyebrows raised as you latched the back door and locked it.

“Why don’ we do it then, luv? Ye can ‘ire someone ta run the farm…” Your stomach flipped as you glanced over at him with a shake of your head.

“That’s not an option.”

“Sure ’t’is, luv. Ye’d be ‘ere ta watch…”

“It’s not an option because I can’t afford it, Chibs.” You said as you stopped in the middle of the barn. You shook your head and sighed as you forced yourself to vocalize the issue you had been mentally avoiding for months. “Babe, I’m losing this farm. I have three, maybe four months before my accounts hit the red. I started growing as a last ditch attempt to save the place but I can’t keep up with it and the animals. When you showed up three months ago, I thought I had a chance but…” Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at your loft and you shook your head. “My grandpa’s dream is done. I fought for eight years but…” Your words were cut off with a sob as Chibs wrapped his arms around you.

“Why didn’t ye tell me, luv?” You shrugged as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

“There’s nothing you could have done, honey.” He swore softly and kissed the top of your head.

“Yer not alone in this, luv. We’ll figure this out t’get’er.”

Part 2

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Here is your Big Tire list as of 1/29 for Bounty Hunters No-Prep IV! If you don't see your name on this list, the link to sign up will be in the comments. Also, we have decided to remove the weight minimums for the class this year, so show up however you think you need to and put it in the beams! Stay tuned for our racing surface announcement soon... 1. Joel Casper- 92 Chevy Truck 2. Rocky Salcido Jr- 54 Ford Truck 3. Rodney Rocha- 69 Roadrunner 4. Monte Lode- 72 C10 5. Luis Hidalgo- Silver Bullet 6. Danny Ybarra- La Criminal 7. James Finney- Birdman 8. Chris Lee- Skidrow Z28 9. Cody Baker- Shake N Bake 10. Jorge Mtanous- Cavi 11. Mike Murillo- LaFawnduh 12. Omar Mtanous- Cut N Gut 13. Ricky Wilson- Junk Yard Dog 14. Ken Clark- White Zombie 15. Ryan Taggart- Swamp Thing 16. Jackie Knox- The Sonoma 17. James Shafer- Riverside Rat 18. Steve Wiley- Texas Grim Reaper 19. Fabian Bell- Godzilla 20. Dwayne Barbaree- Lil Tony 21. Ronnie Hobbs- Texas Rattlesnake 22. John Dittmer- Pro Luv 23. John Sterling- White Lightning 24. Dennis Sugrue- Menace 25. Randy Rencher- Hateful 26. Jamond Haug- Frigg 27. Armenian Tony- Public Enemy 28. Daniel Pharris- Mills Racing Golden Kong 29. Chris Cope- Bone Kollector https://www.instagram.com/p/BtSWAkTnEdc/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ocz4wo7ooqq0

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2021 Chevrolet Reaper Design And Release

2021 Chevrolet Reaper Design And Release

2021 Chevrolet Reaper Design And Release – Using the increasing modern technology, the 2021 Chevrolet Reaper car is a great crossover pledged to get produced by the Chevrolet CarCompany appear past due this year or very early next year. With additional adjustments from your previous variation of 2017, the organization pledges to create a more potent vehicle. This auto will come soon after just a…

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2022 Chevy Silverado ZRX: HP Upgrade, Specs, and Features

2022 Chevy Silverado ZRX: HP Upgrade, Specs, and Features

2022 Chevy Silverado ZRX: HP Upgrade, Specs, and Features. The 2022 Chevy Silverado ZRX will be available in the market sometime next year. This iteration, also known as “The Reaper,” is an off-road version of the classic Chevrolet Silverado pickup truck. The spy shots are here, so we can get a sense of how the new model could look. The ZRX edition, in addition to its attractive appearance and…

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Alrighty, everyone sorry bout that, here's the fill!

It is a Wednesday, seven o'clock in the morning, and the first sunny day of spring. Bathilde sits out on her stoop, sipping a tea out of an old, chipped mug, and watches the world go by.

It's her would-be death day. Of course, immortality tends to make things like birthdays or anniversaries less special, but would-be death days have always been marked on calendars among Bathilde's clan. After all, she's officially a fully-fledged immortal now. Bathilde always thought that this must be what Bat Mitzvahs are meant to feel like.

She swirls the tea around and squints down at the bits of leaves that managed to escape the kettle, and Bathilde contemplates what her first big step of the day will be. She'd always wanted to do something special for herself on this day.

Through the window, an ancient, strange looking dog, half blind and half deaf, ambles across the living room to huff out the screen door at her. His breakfast is done, and he needs to stretch his legs in the grass a bit before meets the reaper. Should make a good first impression, after all.

This is the one event of the day Bathilde is not looking forward to. The hellhounds find them at the right point in their childhood and stick around. The hounds are on a time limit, after all. They give Bathilde and her clan members the one sight of Death.

Bathilde knows she should not have gotten attached, but such is the way of humans, even immortal ones. They pack-bond, have been for millennia. The hellhounds stretches, groaning low in his throat, before turning a dulled yellow gaze upon her.

"Safe travels, dear," he grumbles, and settles on the lawn to keep watch for his master's coming.

"Safe travels, Archem," Bathilde responds, because it's the customary one. "At least now your joints won't ache so."

The hellhounds chuckles, which quickly turns into raspy wheezing, and then looks over his shoulder at the road. From seemingly out of thin air, a beat up chevy pick-up pulls up to the curb, coughs, and stalls. "Damnit!" Bathilde hears the driver curse, and she can see a figure pounding on the dashboard until the old truck rumbles back to life.

Death wears a dusty pair of cowboys boots, blue jeans, and a checkered flannel, black. He nods politely to Bathilde, his jaw bone bobbing with the motion, before turning his full attention on Archem.

"Ready to go," he asks, in a voice that's far more normal than Bathilde expected.

"Whenever you are, boss," Archem replies, and heaves himself up to plod over to the rear. Death pops open the bed, and Archem hops in with only slight scrambling. Bathilde smiles sadly, though she knows Archem won't see it from this far and nods to Death as he closes the back.

Death coughs and goes to climb back into the driver's seat.

"Safe travels, Archem," Bathilde whispers one more time, and goes back inside.

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2020 Chevy Reaper Prototype, Refresh, Price, and Specs

2020 Chevy Reaper Prototype, Refresh, Price, and Specs

2020 Chevy Reaper Prototype, Refresh, Price, and Specs. The Chevrolet Reaper was designed to compete the Ford F-150 Raptor. The idea revived now and the truck could appear as the 2020 Chevy Reaper

Many experts think it will be Reaper. We will have to wait for official info, although some leaked sources are reporting about the development of the Chevy Reaper. They are still not sure if ZR2 will be…

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Hellbound Hot Rod Makes an Odd Rod Statement

It’s a dismal night as mist hangs heavy in the air and low-lying fog creeps along with every step you take. . .  more than enough to set your nerves on edge in a macabre nightmare unfolding right before your very eyes. Turning a corner leading to a small garage in Jordan, New York, you see a dim light and seek shelter to only be greeted by the latest ghastly creation lying in the crypt known as Reapers Rejects. Fusing hot rods and horror with a twist of whimsy Amy and Jon Holbrook set forth to create Odd Rods that once completed, rise from their respective slabs to hit the streets.

Odd Rods are a special breed. . . they’re initial intent isn’t to be anything practical but to make a statement rather than be your average cruiser or grocery-getter. Imagine the shock of a cashier when showing up at the drive-through in one of these to pick up a sack of burgers, priceless! Simply put they’re meant to be fun and to provoke responses from the viewers which their numerous creations do on a regular basis. Seeing that the couple has built a number of theme-infused rides including ones known as Skull Rod, Frankenstein, Purgatory and Cyclops it was only a matter of time till we revisited with them for the debut of their latest one known as Hellbound. With each concept the duo layout initial ideas on paper, creating a blend of design and mechanical needs before embarking on the journey to locate all the bits to start the build. It’s a process that allows everything to evolve as needed while it moves closer toward completion.

With regard to Hellbound, the couple wanted to instill plenty of ‘60s-era ghoulish glamour, recalling what you could have experienced sitting in a dusty old movie theater on a Saturday afternoon while watching a creature double-feature. To set the stage for the project to rise, Jon fabricated a spine from 2×3-inch rectangular steel, heavily kicked and Z’d to set the base accented with custom crossmembers. Out back a ’57 Chevy rear packed with 3.73 gears was anchored in place by a custom four-link, Panhard bar and coilover shocks. Up front a stock ’48 Ford truck axle was repurposed with matching spindles and split wishbones along with a transverse spring, all mounted suicide-style. To stop everything dead a dual master pushes fluid through steel lines to GM drums out back and 11-inch discs up front. It all meets the street on a set of 15-inch Weld Draglite wheels capped with rubber from Mickey Thompson.

For plenty of hellish horsepower a monster big-block was assembled by Finger Lakes Machine of Auburn Lakes starting with a cast-iron Dart Big M block machined to 634ci. It’s packed with plenty of go-fast goods including a Callies Performance crank with matching H-beam rods wearing Carrillo Bullet Series pistons urged by a stick from Bullet Racing. Up top a set of Dart Big Chief 18-degree aluminum heads make seamless power when matched to a matching intake capped by a Holley 1,000cfm carb by Nickerson Performance. An MSD ignition lights the fire with spend gasses dumped through a set of headers from Dynatech. A warmed-over TH350 links to a custom driveshaft from FleetPride to move the goods.

When it came time to crafting the body Jon got busy starting with sculpting the primary layout in sheetmetal which included fabricating the doors, windshields, floors and body mounts. Once the initial concept was laced with evil he finessed it with varying degrees of body filler until it was ready for paint. To get just the right glow Jon laid down a coating of ‘Lil Daddy Roth Gator-Aid Green and followed with his own custom accents, bringing it all to life. Inside its all ‘60s show rod cool starting with a healthy dose of white faux fur accented by a pair of marine jump-seats. On the business side a custom column cradles a reversed three-spoke wheel to carve a course while shifts move through a homespun stick and vitals are monitored by a set of swap meet special dials. This latest addition to the ghoulish gathering of Odd Rods from Reapers Rejects is sure to send a chill up your spine!     SRM

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Chevy Reaper 2024: Updates and Engines

Chevy Reaper 2024: Updates and Engines

Chevy Reaper 2024: Updates and Engines. The upcoming Chevy Reaper 2024 will testify Chevrolet as a brand in terms of various models, different designs and interesting details. Chevrolet is one such automaker which knows how to build a pickup truck embedded with raw power and energy. Launched in 2022, the pickup truck has been very popular and unquestionably is here to stay for a long time. Some…

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2019 Chevy Reaper

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2019 Chevy Reaper

Inning accordance with the information our team has got, another revamped pickup truck could soon strike the market as a 2019 model. This will be the 2019 Chevy Reaper which will tend to continue its reputation of being a serious competitor to other powerful models such as the F-150 Raptor.

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2019 Chevy Reaper Exterior

When it pertains to the exterior of the 2019 Chevy Reaper, the style of this model has been mainly based on the idea of the Chevy Silverado that was launched in 2014. The next-generation Reaper will of course keep the majority of its identifiable off-road features such as powerful, robust and bulky styling, but it will also undergo some small drinks and more stylish updates. The chassis of the new Reaper ought to be made of lightweight products as it has been the case with most of the current next-generation trucks. That method this Chevy would save some weight and enhance its velocity, total performance as well as fuel economy. It will be an exceptional option for either your off-road adventures or your on-road daily activities. This truck will likewise improve its handling, safety and stability and use the Fox racing suspension. Apart from its exterior changes and updates, the new Reaper will get a more aggressive look, particularly in the front fascia. You will observe its upgraded square grille with horizontal slats, remodelled huge bumper, huge square fog lights and the LED headlamps with daytime running lights and high beams. The new Reaper will most likely be basing on bigger 20-inch wheels.

2019 Chevy Reaper Interior

It appears that the interior of the 2019 Chevy Reaper will a bit more elegant than you can anticipate inside a truck like this. The carmaker will seriously improve its cabin and utilize some high-quality products, especially in greater trims where the seats will be covered in leather. The front seats will likewise be power-adjustable and really comfortable. The motorist will likewise get a touch-screen display with the latest Chevrolet My Link infotainment system and various contemporary choices such as 4G LTE connectivity and cordless charging. You can also anticipate LED ambient lighting inside this truck. The new Reaper will also offer needed safety systems and driver assist features.

2019 Chevy Reaper Engine

When it concerns an engine that the 2019 Chevy Reaper gets under its hood, this model may keep utilizing the current 6.2-liter V8 engine that would now be able to provide up to 550 horse power and 575 pound-feet of torque. The other possible option includes the smaller sized 5.3-liter V8 with its 481 horsepower and 512 pound-feet of torque. Both engines need to be mated to a six-speed automatic transmission as standard, but there has been a word about the new eight-speed too. The new Reaper will come as an all-wheel drive as standard, but it will also use an optional rear-wheel drive system.

2019 Chevy Reaper Release Date and Price

The release date of the 2019 Chevy Reaper has still been a mystery, however it ought to probably be anticipated in the market by late 2018. Its approximated cost starts from $50,000.