#my one shots; opie winston

[marvelous-slut]

Rekindle - Opie Winston x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mysticalmallard]

October Requests

2024 Fall/Halloween requests

Requests will be open until October 31st.

Completed requests will be linked at the bottom

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Rules for making a request:

★ Send me one mood & a character from the lists below.

☆ And 3 words of your choice that I must include in the one shot

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Characters to choose from:

🎃 Jax Teller

🎃 Opie Winston

🎃 Juice Ortiz

🎃 Chibs Telford

🎃 Tig Trager

🎃 Herman Kozik

🎃 Happy Lowman

🎃 Marcus Alvarez

🎃 Angel Reyes

🎃 EZ Reyes

🎃 Coco Cruz

🎃 Che 'Taza' Romero

🎃 Hank Loza

🎃 Bishop Losa

🎃 Gilly Lopez

🎃 Nestor Oceteva

🎃 Neron Vargas

Mood:

💀 Fluff

💀 Angst

💀 Goofy

💀 Suggestive

💀 Random

Completed Requests:

1. Goofy, Chibs Telford, Candy, Costume, Scary movie

2. Fluff, Juice Ortiz, Pumpkin, Cat, Purple

3. Random, Gilly, cheesecake, spoon, messy

4. Goofy, Happy, costume, party, contest

5. Suggestive, Angel, black, eyes, water

6. Fluffy, Opie, scary, sexy, mine

7. Suggestive, Coco, red, chill, thunder

8. Suggestive, Manny, purple, love, sultry

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[your-space-brain]

Would You Say I’m Worthy?

Harry “Opie” Winston x Reader - One Shot

Gif does not belong to me.

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

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

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

‘Have a good day.’

‘Here’s a shitty daisy like flower.’

‘I hate the color of this sticky note.’

‘How’s our two fingered friend doing?’

‘I’m keeping this pen.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shoot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m picking you.”

— end —

[drabbles-mc]

Permanent Investments

Opie Winston & OC Chris Teller

Warnings: 18+, language

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

Prompt: cherry blossom

Word Count: 500

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This cute little pink flower seems like you.”

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

“Gonna get a skull instead?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ravennaortiz]

Alright I've got another one. This time it's for Half-Sack. So here are the prompts I've got for him.

7. Stay away from my sister (I'm thinking maybe Opie and see the overprotective big brother come out in him.)

20. Why?

5. I can take care of myself. (Maybe said to Opie by his sister.)

17. I love you

18. Go slow.

Glad to see ya back!!! The amount of joy I got when I saw you picked Half and then these prompts was unimaginable!!! Lets get to the magic! As always 18+

P.S. Come back anytime!! Also I made it so Half is a patched member now and Opie has kinda left the club.

Brother vs Boyfriend

"Thanks for picking me up" you stated as you walked out of the police station. "Couldn't leave my old lady locked up" chuckled Half-Sack as he kissed your forehead before standing back to look at your eye. "Doc got a decent hit." he added as he carefully traced the developing bruise. "Only one she will ever get" you muttered thinking about how nice it had been to finally smash Taras ratty face into something. She had been making digs at your relationship and you could only let so much slide. Before you could reply your phone dinged with a text from Jax.

Jax: Day is full of surprises. Your brother is here.

You: Oh.

Jax: yeah he saw your car.....did you not tell him about you and Half?

You:......Wildly enough in the last year it just never came up

Jax: Your killing me kid.

"It'll be fine babe" murmured Halfsack shooting you a grin as you showed him the message. "Have you not met Opie over protective big brother Winston?" you inquired as you looked at him with a raised brow. "A time or two. Tall guy I think" replied Half-Sack making you shake your head.

***

"So you're telling me not only was my sister involved in a fight and arrested today but she's been dating a club member for the last damn year? And you my best friend didn't do a damn thing to stop it?" yelled Opie as he stood glaring at Jax who was sitting on the picnic table. Jax sighed heavily as he rubbed his face. "Opie, there was nothing to stop. She has as much right to be here as you. As far as Half goes, your dad was fine with it. Kid worships her and the ground she walks on. I'd have stepped in if he was treating her bad" replied Jax meeting Opies glare.

"Also you're the one who walked out of here and stated you wanted nothing to do with any of us ever again. So you being left out of this is entirely on you" add Jax making Opie roll his eyes. "She's a kid" started Opie before Jax cut him off. "She is very much an adult. She knows what this life comes with Opie. She made her decision and you need to respect that" stated Jax firmly as the sound of a motorcycle filled the air gathering both their attention.

"Do not put your hands on a member of my club" warned Jax as the two of them watched you and Half-Sack walk towards them hand in hand. Opie clenched his jaw as he watched the two of you. He had barely liked you growing up around he club and he had forbade you from dating club members years ago. Before either of you could speak Opie was in Half-Sacks face. "Stay away from my sister. Whatever bullshit thing you have going on here is done." growled Opie shoving Half-Sack slightly.

"We will talk at my house" snapped Opie as he made to grab your arm. "Don't touch her" commanded Half-Sack calmly as he grabbed Opies arm. "Why? You going to hit me?" laughed Opie as he turned to look at Jax. "Can you believe the balls. Oh I mean ball on this one?" he inquired as he shook his head. "Opie" warned Jax as he got up from his seat and moved in between the two men after seeing the look Half-Sack shot him.

"Look dude. If she wants to go with you she can but you don't get to show up here after ignoring her for over a year and then start dictating her life and grabbing her like that." stated Half-Sack as he let go of Opie and stepped back some. "Don't tell me how to protect my baby sister started Opie before he was interrupted.

"I can take care of myself" you stated firmly. "You have no right to just show up and try and end a relationship you don't know shit about. You also can't pick or choose when to be my big brother. You're the one who walked out on all of us and when I tried to call or stop by you ignored me because Donna told you so." you continued as your voice started to shake with anger.

Opie was quite for a moment as your words landed like punches to the gut. If he was being honest he knew he was out of line but pride wasn't going to let him back down easily. "Just because I did that doesn't mean I don't love you or care about your well being" stated Opie softly. "Save your lies for Donna" you stated as you rolled your eyes. "Lets go inside" you stated to Half-Sack as you turned towards the door.

"I'll join you in a moment babe" stated Half-Sack as he looked from Opie to you. Once you had went inside Half-Sack spoke. "You want back in her life your going to have to go slow and actually respect her. She's not a little kid who is just going to do what you say. She's her own person and you're missing out by being an ass" stated Half-Sack before walking off to join you in the clubhouse.

"I don't know if you can rejoin. I'll take it to the table but for now you should probably head home" stated Jax as he patted Opie's shoulder before heading inside himself.

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[garbinge]

Bad Haircut

Jax Teller & Opie Winston & OC Joanne Teller

From these August Prompts: Bad Haircut

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Light angst. A/N: Not a Charming life chapter but using that taglist since it's my girl Jo. I love creating these one shots that stray from my original scenario for the Charming Life story!

Charming Life Taglist: @livingdeadblondequeen @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

Jo had been working her way through beauty school while Jax was making his way through the formality of being a prospect for the club. Everyone knew him and Opie would patch in, their legacy was strong between JT and Piney but everyone in the club just needed to bust their balls for a few months, build character, ya know. 

Most everyone in her family cared more about that than Joanne’s stretch at the Stockton Beauty Institute and School of Cosmetology. That was fine with her, she’d take everyone saying nothing over them giving her shit for it, which they definitely would have, especially Gemma. She was just days shy of getting her license and the boys were just hours shy of their patch in. 

“Don’t you wrap up school soon?” Jax asked as he sat in the salon chair Jo had set up in front of her vanity. 

Jo was standing in front of the vanity mirror grabbing scissors and a comb from the barbicide jar. “Two days until the ceremony.” She nodded and grabbed a towel to wrap around his neck since she knew that he wasn’t going to put a smock on to catch the hair. 

“So it'll be like your college graduation?” Opie asked as he sat at the edge of Joanne’s bed, arms resting on his knees. 

“Except significantly less people.” Jo laughed and shook her head as she tilted Jax’s head around looking at what she was working with. “There’s like 15 people in my class.” 

“Oh thank God.” Jax let out a big sigh. 

“You weren’t going to come.” Jo pushed his head. 

“We both were, just weren’t sure when and where it was.” Opie now looked up at Jo, his beanie snug over his head despite the weather in California. 

Jo just shook her head and began to cut Jax’s hair, taking half an inch off the ends. “It’s at the School in Stockton, 1PM.” 

“Afternoon?!” Jax piped up, excitement in his voice. “15 people, 1PM call time, free haircuts for life, this is way better than college.” He teased. 

Joanne let out a laugh. “What about you, patch in party tonight, is it better than you thought?” 

“Ask us in a few months.” Opie smirked before getting up to look at the photos Joanne had tucked behind the frame of her vanity mirror. 

“Wish Dad was here to see you patch in.” Joanne spoke to her little brother who just nodded slightly.  

“Let’s hope I live up to the weight of the legacy.” Jax’s voice turned solemn. 

“Make your own.” Jo said sectioning out his hair, finishing up the layer of hair in the back. “Don’t let the club decide your legacy, make your own. That’s what Dad would want. He never wanted us living in his shadow.” 

“You comin’ to the party tonight?” Opie turned around with something in his hand. 

Joanne’s eyes moved down to see what it was but as her gaze moved it landed on the prospect patch that sat on the left side of the kutte. She thought things would be different, she thought she’d be Opie’s old lady, which was extreme wishful thinking considering they had never even dated. But the signs were there. Things worked out the way they were supposed to, if she had gone down that track, she wouldn’t have gone to school, both times, she was making a life for herself on her own, something her father would be proud of. But staring at Opie wearing that prospect patch made old feelings stir. 

“Can I have this?” Opie was now holding the photo up in the air. 

It was a photo of the three of them on bikes as kids. Despite Jo being a little over a year older than Jax and Opie, they both towered over her in the photo, much like now. She was the only one in a helmet, more of her own fear of wiping out and hurting herself. Her bike had a pink basket on it with a SOA “A” sticker on the basket. 

“Yea, I have a few copies of it.” Joanne combed through Jax’s hair making sure all of it was even. “You know you put that sticker on my bike basket.” She tried to hide her smile. “And Jax put the reaper on the back of my bike.” 

“Protection.” Opie laughed knowing the exact reason both of them put those stickers on her bike as kids. “From those neighborhood kids, right?” 

“Yea the ones who’d throw glass in the street hoping to pop our tires.” Joanne let out a laugh. 

She moved now to start brining Jax’s hair back into a low bun, styling it wet since she knew he’d argue the second she went to grab the blow dryer. 

“Didn’t you beat them up?” Opie asked as he plopped back onto Joanne’s bed. 

“I did, after they popped Jax’s tire.” Joanne looked over at Opie waiting for Jax’s argument to start. 

“You threatened them.” His voice drew out a little as he tried to call her out. “There was no beating up involved.” His head turned to face Joanne in protest. 

Her and Opie let out a chuckle. “They never fucked with you again, did they?” Joanne asked while Jax rolled his eyes. “Now turn back around I’m almost done.” 

Jax clicked his tongue in his mouth and turned back around to face the mirror while she wrapped a hair tie around the man bun she styled for him. 

“This haircut makes me feel like a douchebag.” Jax asked as he leaned forward out of the salon chair. 

“You always look like a douchebag.” Opie chimed in, his tongue poking through his bottom lip as he teased his best friend. 

Joanne pulled Jax back into the salon chair and tucked the few stray strands behind his ears. “It’s not the cut, I styled it, the girls will love it.” 

“It’s my patch in party, the girls will love me regardless.” Jax spoke while eyeing himself up in the mirror. 

“I think it’s your personality that speaks douchebag, douchebag.” Joanne pushed him out of her hands and went to place her tools back in the barbicide and wipe her hands off. 

“Hey! Shouldn’t you guys be leaving for the patch in party?” Gemma’s voice got louder as it got nearer and the door to Jo’s room was being open. Her eyes moved from Jo, to Opie, than fell on Jax. “You look like a douchebag.” Her face twisted up in disgust.

Joanne took a big sigh at that and held her hand out knowing Jax was going to take the hair tie out and she would be prepared to put it back on her vanity. 

The smile grew on Jax’s face, it made her want to punch him but she had to admit it was kind of funny. As his hair fell out of the tie he looked at it in the mirror. “You’re right the cut does look good.” He handed her the hair tie as he checked himself out in the mirror. 

“Whatever, douchebag.” Her eyes rolled. 

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

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

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

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

Turning Tables- OA Zidan x Tiffany Wallace

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

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

Live and Die- Vorrester (Syndicate!AU)

Unrelenting- Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x OC

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

Going To The Chapel- Javy Machado x OC

Deeply Stuck- Kevin Atwater x OC

Warm Embrace- Kevin Atwater x OC

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

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

Dangerous Road- Juice Ortiz x OC

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

Fallin'- Nestor Oceteva x OC

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

One Chicago Next Gen Fic

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

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

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Double Date

teenage years

Me and Opie were out on a crisp autumn afternoon, our leather-clad figures cutting quite the contrast to the orange and red hues of the pumpkin patch. We’d been hanging out a lot recently, and our plans for the weekend had just taken an unexpected twist. It all started when Amber, with a twinkle in her eye, looked over at Donna and dropped a bombshell: “Hey, Donna, why don’t we carve some pumpkins this weekend?” Opie and I exchanged glances, silently cursing the fact that we’d shared a joint just moments earlier. Our resolve cracked under the pressure, and we reluctantly agreed. Opie quickly deflected the blame onto the potent weed we had smoked earlier.

As we picked out our pumpkins, Opie leaned over and muttered, “We’re whipped, you realize that, right?” We chuckled and loaded the pumpkins into my trusty old truck, the Sons of Anarchy logo emblazoned on the back window.

That Saturday night, we found ourselves at the club, our mom kindly allowing us to take over since it was going to be empty. The pumpkins sat waiting for their artistic transformations as we lounged around, beers in hand.

“Beer after carving,” Donna quipped, swiping a cold one off the table. Amber chimed in, “Yeah, knives and alcohol are not a good mix.” We all shared a laugh as we raised our bottles in agreement.

Opie and I took charge of gutting the pumpkins since the girls wanted no part in the messy business. With exaggerated mock threats, we hovered over them, pretending we were about to plop pumpkin guts on their faces.

“Teller, Winston,” the girls said in unison with laughter, clearly unconvinced by our feeble act.

“You really think we would do such a thing?” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Yes,” they chuckled in unison, their grins betraying their trust issues.

Amber expertly carved a sleek black cat, while Donna crafted a wicked witch, all while Opie and I watched, nursing our beers and snapping pictures.

“Say ‘pumpkin!’” Donna beamed, holding up a camera.

“Pumpkin!” we all laughed heartily, posing with our grinning jack-o’-lanterns.

            Later that night, after we had cleaned up, I retreated to the old storage room for a bit of personal reflection. I loved Halloween growing up, and while I never really got to meet my old man, I do remember a picture of him, Gemma, and me at a pumpkin patch when I was a baby.

After rifling through a few boxes, I found it. The photo with the three of us. Gemma was the only one smiling, and John looked like holding a baby made him feel severely uncomfortable. Maybe he never really got a feel for it.

“Hey there, Jackie boy,” Gemma said, “Whatcha got there?”

“Just this old photo of you, me, and my old man at a pumpkin patch.”

Gemma came over, sitting next to me on the old bed. She took one look at the picture and laughed. “Ah, that photo. You know, there’s a funny story behind it, Jackie.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the story?”

Gemma took ahold of my hand, and I could see a glimmer in her eye. “Well, it was right after you were born, and your dad was all proud and excited, of course. He insisted on getting a picture with his brand-new baby boy. So, we set up the camera, and just as we were about to snap the shot, you did the most hilarious thing.”

Jax raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. “What did I do?”

Gemma’s laughter filled the room as she recounted the tale. “You, my little rapscallion, decided that was the perfect moment to, uh, christen the occasion. You peed right on your dad’s shirt just before the flash went off. If you look real close, I’m pretty sure you can see the discontent and confusion on his face.”

            “Ha! When you gotta go, you gotta go,” I laughed.

“Yep, and we all couldn’t stop laughing. Your dad, with that huge grin on his face, holding you close, pee-soaked shirt and all. It was the perfect introduction to the life of a biker, I guess.”

            “Good story, Ma,” I laughed, taking one last look at the photo before storing it away again. “All I know is whenever I have kids of my own, I’m going to be there for them.”

            Just then, Amber knocked at the door and poked her head inside, “Hey, I was wondering where everyone got to.”

            “Yeah, this time of year just got me thinking about some things,” I responded, sitting the box back on the old dresser.

            “Something about having kids?” Amber asked. I could see a small level of worry on her face that Gemma must have picked up on, too.

            “Don’t worry, he didn’t knock up a crow eater or anything like that,” she said jokingly, placing her hand on Amber’s shoulder and smiling before walking out of the room.

            “Oh, thank God,” Amber said with a sigh of relief.

            “Wow,” Jax shook his head sarcastically.

            “Kidding,” she said with a smile as I reached down and kissed her. “But let’s talk about these kids you want to have.”

            “Oh, I uh—” I definitely wasn’t prepared for this conversation. Oh boy, this was going to be a long night.

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Ryder took a deep breath and turned to look at the incubator and at the baby. Her son? He was Jax’s son and in turn a part of him. And it made her want to love the little boy and be his mother like she was to Harley.  And Opie was right, she was going to be the only constant and steady thing that Abel and Jax would have and she owed it to them to stay and owed it to Harley to stay.  She needed her father as much as she needed her mother and that made her cave.

 “They want to try and fix his stomach and heart soon.” Her husband said softly like talking at normal volume would wake Abel like it did after Harley was born.

 “Is he strong enough for it?”  She reached her fingers out to tentatively touch the chamber.

 “We will find out.”  He returned pressing his lips to the side of her head. “If I am going to stay Jax and this is gonna work, I have a couple of deal breakers.”  

“Name them,” he was ready for them, Opie had given him a heads up when she had left and she may have totally made up her mind.  “You have to be completely 110% honest with me, about him, with club shit. I know Juice told you I had an ATF agent at the courthouse before I came home. I don’t know if she was trying to fish for something about the club with me or if she was there for my clients. But I can’t protect you or the club if I don’t know what’s going on.” 

“I can do that.” He agreed he had been thinking about telling Ryder everything about the club business for a while now, but it was hard when she was in Tacoma and unable to be present all the time for him. And he knew that was on him for all the shitty decisions he had made in the past.  He felt her head bop up and down showing that she had heard him. 

“If she becomes an issue again or if you sleep with her again, I am done. I will file for divorce and take Harley and him.” She inclined her head towards Abel, “and you know the courts will agree with me.”   Jax glanced at the baby, then his wife, and frowned seeing the hard look on her face.  He knew that she would take to Abel and want to be his mother, he just didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

 “I will take them to Tacoma or to New York.”  Her eyes were still on the little boy, “I got an offer to go work in New York with Harvey Spector and Jessica Pearce. And it's available any time I want it.” 

 Another bout of sudden fear clenched his heart and it scared Jax, he knew that his wife was good at her job and had gotten reduced sentences for most of the Sons and did everything she could to help out Big Otto Delaney, including a small library for his jail cell. He still wasn’t sure how she did that but, the big man had sung Ryder’s praises. Even Lenny who was held on a different part of the cell block and didn’t have much interaction with the Winston kids sang her praises.

 And yes, they had a charter in New York but it wasn’t in the city where she would be at. He wouldn’t be able to protect her and their kids like he wanted.  “You thought about it?” He asked after clearing his throat. 

“Once or twice, especially when you were trying to tell me what to do.” She answered, “I didn’t,” she paused to think of her next words so they didn’t cause a fight, “don’t want our daughter and now Abel to grow up like how we did having to worry about stuff getting blown up around us, getting shot at and their father getting arrested. Remember how bad it was when your dad died? We couldn’t go outside and play unless we were in the garage because we were protected. I am not going to let them grow up like that. I don’t want them to live in fear or going to visit their daddy in prison. I remember Gemma taking me and Op up to see Piney in Stockton and in Chino because Mary didn’t want to take us.”  

Jax tugged her back to him and turned her to face him, “Babe listen to me, we are going to repeat the same mistakes our parents made. You, me, and Opie are going to be the ones that make the changes to the club and all this shit okay? You aren’t going to have to bring our kids to visit me in prison.” He framed her face with his hands and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, “And whatever happened between me and Tara happened in the past and that's where it’s going to stay.”  She glanced up at him studying him in that unnerving way that she had before she nodded her head. “I guess call Rosen and get him to bring down the paperwork and I will sign it.” He pressed another kiss to her mouth before stepping out of the room to call Rosen. 

“So I take it you are staying?” Gemma asked causing her to groan and close her eyes. “Can we not do this right now Gem? I am too tired to put up a fight about anything including why I stayed for so long. Just know that I am staying for as long as I can. Your son knows my terms and if he fucks up then that’s on him and we are done.”  She said as Audrey came into the room to check on Abel. “Aud! What are you doing here?” Ryder exclaimed surprised. “I am on Abel’s case too.  I heard you were here. Your presence really pissed off the good doctor.” Gemma was silent as she sat down in the rocking chair, she was curious to see what her daughter-in-law and her friend could come up with. She was right there with Ryder with hating Tara, she could remember all too well the fights that Ryder and her son had about Tara and how she wanted to be right there in Ryder’s place being his old lady. Gemma had been vocal then that she didn’t want anyone but Ryder to replace her as Queen when it was her time to step down, but she had been worried that her time away being Ms. Big Shot Lawyer in Tacoma was going to make her soft.  

But the way Ryder lowered her voice and started talking lowly to her best friend about what she told Jax and how she would have no problem taking Tara out and how she took her phone out and typed a quick message to someone back in Tacoma to start looking into Tara.

 It never hurt to have a backup plan. 

  The Queen knew she had nothing to worry about, Ryder was going above and beyond of what she thought she would be capable of, and Gemma was proud, and now the question was would be able to step aside and let Ryder do what she needed to do. 

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21.12 - Deck The Halls, opie winston

Title: Deck The Halls Theme: Tree / Decoration Fandom / Character(s): Opie Winston & OFC, Hazel Morrow - Sons of Anarchy Warnings: Angst and awkwardness, mentions of a black eye, pregnancy... That’s p. much it. Word Count: 2k, roughly. And we’re just 3 days out from Christmas Eve now, guys? Can you believe it? It’s been one hell of a year and I know that personally, I will be glad to put 2020 behind me. I pray that 2021 is so much kinder to us all. In the spirit of kindness and gifts, here’s mine for @champbucks​ 12 Days Of Christmas challenge, which in case you’ve missed it, I’ve been participating in. Hazel Morrow is my own personal creation from the Sons of Anarchy universe and while I’ve never actually /written a fic/ using her, I have written about her on the blog here in the past. Anyway, enough rambling! Enjoy!!

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The sound of the door being nearly beaten down had my heart pounding for a second or two. I sat up in bed, frozen. The knocking got louder. I don’t think I really relaxed until I heard Opie call through, “Haze, you up, darlin?”

My brow raised, especially when I caught sight of the time glancing at my cell phone. It was a little after midnight. And as far as I knew, the guys had all gone off on a run earlier. Normally, a run lasted at least a day or two.

Opie knocked again and it spurred me to movement. I slipped out of bed and pulled on an oversized plaid shirt over the thin little gown I’d been wearing to sleep in. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I made my way down the hallway. 

“Opie, everything okay?” I yawned out the question as I opened the door to my apartment and stepped aside to let him come in.

And he came in alright, but he was dragging a massive Christmas tree.

I bit my lip, eyeing it and then him. I flinched as I felt the fluttering kick in my abdomen and my hand moved down, resting on my stomach. “I knew eggs ranchero at the diner was not a good idea.” I gave a sheepish laugh. Opie chuckled quietly and after propping the tree against a wall, he rubbed his hand over his head.

“Mom said you guys went out earlier. On a run.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything real big.” Opie shrugged. “Jax’s idea.” he nodded to the tree currently occupying the wall next to my apartment door and I gave a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah, he had a bug up his ass when he was over here two nights ago helping me fix the sink. Said that it’s going to be his niece’s first Christmas, she needed a tree and decorations.”

I didn’t dare ask anything further. While I may be trying to reconnect with the family I’d distanced from years before because of their life choices, I still operated on the firm belief that the less I knew, the better off  I was.

One of us stepped just a little closer. The baby kicked again and I gave a soft giggle, the sound dying away on my lips as I looked up and locked eyes with Opie. Already staring down at me with this intent look in his eyes. And that heavy tension filled the air all over again. Just like it’s done every single time Opie and I have a run in.

I eyed the tree again, just to keep myself from stepping even closer to him. I could see the beginnings of a black eye in the dim overhead lighting and I winced a little, raising my fingertips gingerly to touch the area. Opie grumbled and I was about to quickly snatch my hand away, but he caught hold of my wrist and held my fingers where they’d been gingerly resting against his face.

 “Jax didn’t bring the tree over himself.” I muttered, mostly to myself, mostly just to have something to say to shatter the tension filled silence between Opie and I at the moment.

He still hadn’t let go of my wrist so I could move my hand, so I didn’t bother trying to do it myself. Opie stepped a little closer and chuckled quietly, shaking his head. His next words shocked me just a little.

“Actually, I offered.”

“You did, huh?” I tilted my head slightly, smiling up at him a little.

Opie chuckled again and when I felt his hand settle on my hip and give a light squeeze, I took a shaky breath or two. “Why’s that such a surprise, huh? We used to be best friends, Haze.”

,, and I also used to be head over heels in love with you. And I still am... If only you had a clue, Opie.” the thought reared it’s head and I shoved it out, correcting him quietly. “We still are.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Opie hadn’t ever been the kind of guy to pull punches.I’d known that at some point, he was going to confront me. However, I didn’t expect it to be at a little after 1 am, in the middle of my living room.

I sighed quietly. “I just.. I wanted to give you space.”

Opie nodded. We were back to the heavy silence again. And we kept drifting closer to each other. The closer we drifted, the more I wanted to grab hold of the front of his cutte and pull his mouth down against mine. To finally kiss him. Finally lay it all out there. Because the biggest reason I’ve been avoiding him since I moved back here?

Because seeing him again. Being close to him again.. It brought everything right back. Stronger this time, because I could see he was hurting and it made me hurt for him. It made me want to be the one comforting him. And it scared the hell out of me because the whole reason I’ve never acted on how I feel towards him is because I’ve always told myself that I can’t be with one of the guys in the MC. I couldn’t…Especially not Opie, not as much as I loved him. If something were to happen to him, I didn’t know what I’d do.

,, but you’re miserable keeping it to yourself. And keeping such a distance that you can’t even be in the same room with him is only making it worse because he’s your best friend and you miss that. You need that right now.” 

“I don’t recall askin for space, darlin.” Opie’s voice was husky. The way he said it had me looking up from where I’d been distractedly staring down at his cutte and trailing my fingertips over the stitching in the leather to meet his gaze. I swallowed hard and nodded. For once I was at a loss for words. Because I didn’t want to give him space either, but at the same time, that old fear still ruled me. “I just want my friend back.”

I nodded again. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled quietly, giving me a tight but careful hug. “It’s okay. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad or something.”

Some of the tension dissolved, but not all of it. No, the air was still thick, heavy with words I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to say. He reached up above us and pulled the string to the overhead light to make it brighter and nodded to the tree. “I’m here… Let’s see if we can’t get this fucking thing up.”

“I hope it fits. The ceiling’s real low and that tree looks like it’s a fucking giant.” I laughed softly, making my way into the little kitchen area to grab some scissors or a knife, something to cut the plastic webbing that bound the tree and kept it compressed. After a little digging I found some scissors and walked back into the living room. Right at the exact time that Opie was walking towards the kitchen where I’d been.

We found ourselves body to body again and I stared up at him a second or two. He nodded to the fully extended tree and brandished a pocketknife. “Always have it on me.”

“Yeah. Hey, wait. That’s the knife I got you for your birthday.”

Opie chuckled quietly and nodded. We turned our attention to the tree for a few seconds and I let out a shaky laugh. “He had to get the fullest damn tree for this tiny space.”

“He wouldn’t be Jax if he didn’t.” Opie laughed and shook his head. Neither of us had moved yet. He was staring down at me again, the look in his eyes like he wanted to say something. Then he was leaning in. His lips brushed mine lightly and I couldn’t stop the quiet whimper that came as my eyes fluttered open and closed. “Haze?”

“Mhm?” I hummed out the word, my mouth brushing right against his all over again. We were too close now. I had hardly any willpower left to fight off the overwhelming desire to close the distance between our mouths. Obviously, he didn’t either, because one of his hands raised, tangling in my hair and resting across the back of my neck to pull my mouth completely against his. My hand went from resting palm down against the leather vest to clutching at it as I rose to tiptoe. His free arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from losing my balance and our noses bumped clumsily as his tongue trailed the outline of my mouth. “I can find some ornaments tomorrow… We can decorate it.” he half mumbled against my mouth as I answered quietly, “Yeah.” laughing softly into the kiss. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and the kiss broke, both of us pulling away, breathless.

“Opie…”

“ Yeah, Haze?”

“The reason I’ve been keeping my distance is because I can’t just.. I can’t go back to just being friends with you. I..” I trailed off, fidgeting under his intent gaze before eventually dropping mine to stare down at my chipping toenail polish.

Opie tilted my chin and smirked down at me quietly. “I don’t want to be friends. Did you miss that whole kiss just now or somethin, darlin?”

My breath caught in my throat and I blinked. 

“I want you, Haze.”

I melted against him and muttered quietly, “I want you too. I… we just have to take this slow, okay?”

“I waited this long, didn’t I, darlin?”

“Yeah… I mean, I guess you did.”

Opie pulled me against him and laughed against the crown of my hair quietly, “It’s real cute how oblivious you are sometimes, Haze.”

I pouted up at him and he chuckled again. “You need your rest. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”

“Be careful going home, please?” I walked him to the door of my apartment and pressed against him, putting his back against the door as I pulled his mouth down against mine all over again, giving him a deep and slow kiss. His hands moved over my sides and as the kiss broke, he reached out, resting his thumb against my lip. “Night, Haze.”

“Night, Opie.” I shut the door behind him and leaned against it to catch my breath and attempt to process after I’d locked all three of the locks. When my eyes settled on that damn giant of a tree, I burst into laughter and shook my head.

Maybe having a meddling older brother isn’t a bad thing. Maybe his meddling was what was needed tonight. I felt more free than I’ve felt in years, finally having everything out in the open. A soft and lazy smile formed on my face as I replayed what happened over again in my head.

And I found myself excited for tomorrow.. And any day to come after that.

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She let him in, nothing she ever regrets, because despite how artificial the relationship was back then there was always that potential, the possibility, she could have fallen in love with him.

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[untilmynextstory]

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PEAKY BLINDERS:

Pre-Series. Evelyn Shelby, the wife of Thomas Shelby, is thankful that her husband has survived the Great War. However, she isn't sure how to cope with the memories of the man before the war to the one that has come home and taken his place.

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SONS OF ANARCHY:

A collection of AU one-shots for my upcoming series, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t”. 

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Delilah returns home with plans to just focus on her career and take care of her uncle, but it seems fate has other ideas especially with Jax Teller involved.

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Following the birth of his son, Jax finds his father's manuscript that details the path of destruction the club would inevitably face. With his father's ghost shadowing him and the weight of fatherhood, Jax is faced with the choices and consequences of his lifestyle that bleeds over to his son and old lady.

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Jax and Delilah have to learn to deal with the fallout of what the club has done to them and Charming.

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Sometimes relationships head into unknown waters. After facing many tribulations in their relationship, Jax Teller doesn't know how to tread back to where he and his wife, Alma, used to be.

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Aubrey finds herself caught in the web of Jackson Teller.

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After serving five years, Jax returns home to his family. He soon learns that despite weekly visits, five years was a long time and his family has grown without him

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After being separated for a year, Vanessa believed it was time to move on. End it clean for the sake of their boys and for them. Despite still being in love with Jax, too much had happened, too much did happen. But six years was hard to let go and she still loved him.

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Kennedy River Winston for 9 years never knew what family meant until she met her older brother, Opie Winston. Now, at 25, Kennedy finds herself doing what she does best, taking care of her brother's family while dealing with her feelings regarding certain SAMCRO members as certain revelations come to light about her brother's murder.

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She let him in, nothing she ever regrets, because despite how artificial the relationship was back then there was always that potential, the possibility, she could have fallen in love with him.

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[drabbles-mc]

Tay, how drunk would you have to be to hook up with the sons and Mayans? Can we get a list of that breakdown??

You send me this glorious ask, on Mayans Tuesday and a day when I have been catching up and listening to hours' worth of Theo and Kim on their #ReaperReviews podcast?? What a glorious day. 🥰

How Many Shots under the cut!

Jax Teller:

3-4 shots solely because I need a little liquor in me to not shoot down any man who smirks as much as he does

Young, floppy-haired Jax is in 3-shot territory because I'm a sucker for a boy with a baby face.

S6/S7 Jax with bruises and cuts on his face is 4-shot territory because boys who are a little banged up make my mouth go dry stop me in my tracks in the best way

Opie Winston:

3 shots for the confidence. That man is 6'4 and I am 5'2 and don't get me wrong I am ready and willing to get destroyed but I really gotta get out of my own head for that.

The things I would give for this man to toss me around like a rag doll??? I'd risk it all.

Just let me pull on his hair that's all I'm saying. I'll climb him like a tree the way he deserves.

Juice Ortiz:

0 shots, 0 alcohol at all because I'm grossly, disgustingly in love with him

Those head tattoos don't scare me when he's got a baby face and a smile like that

I will take care of him and I know he'll take care of me the rest simply doesn't matter. Soft boy and also love of my life.

Chibs Telford:

1 shot to have the confidence to talk to him, 3 more to get out of my own head for the rest of it

Let me be clear I think it would be an experience, and one that I would be up for, for sure.

The accent alone would paralyze me. And that accent saying dirty things?? Nope. My brain would short-circuit.

Happy Lowman:

Most of that bottle gotta be gone

I talk a big game but sober me would crumble the second Happy made prolonged eye contact with me. I'm weak and I think that's why I go for boys with baby faces 😂

But I do wanna know what the Tacoma Killer does behind closed doors so if I gotta juice myself up with liquid confidence then so be it

Herman Kozik:

1 shot to shake off the nerves and tell him what he can do with those muscles 😌

Tig Trager:

Pushing my alcohol intake limit just to be ready for whatever he's down for

I'd be down for damn near anything but you already know that it's gonna get wild with Tig and like I said before I talk a big game but ya girl is only a slut when I write fanfic so I need a minute and some shots to prepare myself

Also refuse to cross the line and get blackout drunk because you know you need to remember that experience lmao

EZ Reyes:

2 shots to have the guts to make eye contact instead of staring at the veins in his arms

Pretty boy with big muscles and a nice smile???? Honey I'm already sold just take me away. The alcohol is only necessary if I have to initiate conversation. That boy could walk up to me and hold his hand out without saying a word and I would just go

Those EZodiac killer hands can choke me within an inch of my life and I will thank him for it

Angel Reyes:

4 shots he's tall and he's got them rings but he's a messy motherfucker and he's got them fuckboy vibes

I simply cannot be sober and hook up with someone who is a walking, talking red flag

He can hit it but he's gonna be wrapping his shit for once--I ain't helping create more Reyes boys

Bishop Losa:

3 shots for the short king

He's got that good mix of BDE and a smile that just makes your knees buckle. Coherent thoughts?? We don't know her.

He a whole mess though and it would take effort or alcohol to not think about that and alcohol is much less work

Coco Cruz:

3 shots or a few hits off his blunt so I can try to get on the same wavelength as him

I wanna run my fingers through those curls so bad you don't even know dude

He's got that look of someone who has Seen Things (because he has) and for that reason alone I'd need some liquid courage because comparatively ya girl hasn't seen shit lmao

Hank Loza:

2 shots for the confidence because a man with a smile that sweet but muscles that big is an instant killshot for me.

A little alcohol in my system though??? I’d be the one making him blush and I think that’s what he and I both deserve 😌

Creeper Vargas:

0 shots, 0 alcohol because I just simply wouldn’t drink if I wanna hook up with someone who is sober. I will have to get my confidence another way.

He seems sweet though I think we could figure it out just fine

Nestor Oceteva:

4 shots because I’m a pussy and would need at least that much in me to have the confidence to tell that mercenary I want him to fucking wreck me

Plus you just know that he’s not the talkative type and that would fuck with me so bad so I’d need all the help I can get

Let me tug on those braids (or his curls--equal opportunity out here) 🤤🤤🤤

And in the morning I’m stealing those yellow shades as a souvenir. He wants them back?? He can come find me and bargain for them 😏

[writercole]

WIP Wednesday - March ‘22

Well, these aren’t really works in progress as much as they are what’s to come during the month of March. I’m taking this week off from posting everywhere. It’s been a rough few weeks mentally and I needed a break. A new posting schedule starts on Monday! Details below.

- I’m still working on crosslinking some of the master list after the URL change so if you find a broken link, hit me with a DM.

- First up, we are getting the final chapter of Fire & Rain. It will hit Tumblr on March 11. It’s already on Patreon.

- Appealing for Protection will continue with Part 9 next Tuesday, March 8. Part 13 will be on Patreon the same day.

- Every Other Wednesday will become #Wildcard Wednesdays where any fandom will go! 

- Every other Monday will be a #Marvel Monday with a Marvel character one-shot.

- Fridays will be #Found Family Friday - focusing of course on Supernatural.

- Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday will be for series chapters. 

- We will have two weeks off of Supernatural after the end of Fire & Rain (But AfP will be posting on Tuesdays!) before the next series starts: Make Me Believe!

Summary: Y/N catches her fiancé cheating on her and leaves, driving her SUV until it breaks down on the side of the road. A handsome, green-eyed mechanic tows her back to Lebanon, KS, where she is stuck indefinitely. The fates have something in store for the both of them as they become friends.

(Slow burn, undetermined rating, Mechanic!Dean) 

Coming April 2 to tumblr, already posting on Patreon! Will be six weeks behind Patreon.

One-shots planned include:

Summary: Matt’s friend needs someone to show her what a man with a slow hand is like.

(R, smut, Matt Murdock being sexy) 

Monday, March 7!

Summary: Harley and Ivy fuck up. Big time.

(PG-13, my first entry for @howbadcanitbebingo, Very, very bad advice)

 Wednesday, March 16!

Summary: Father Murdock assists one of his flock with a crisis of faith.

(This is a reposting, R, smut, Father Matt and a corruption kink) 

March 21!

Summary: Opie Winston shows up at your door after midnight one evening. He opens up to you under the stars and you help him to see the obvious.

(PG, canon compliant) 

Posting March 30!

Exclusive to Patreon:

Summary: Y/N has had a thing for Sam for a while. But what starts as a one-night fling turns into a saga covering all of the seven deadly sins. Will they work it out? Or has Sam burned a bridge that he should have tended?

R, angst, smut, fluff, canon compliant

No plans to bring this to tumblr yet.

*All of these are already on my patreon and I have lots and lots more on the way. I have 8 tabs open with WIPS currently, three stories that need to be typed before I can schedule them, two new bingo cards that have just come in, and a few different challenge gifs sitting and waiting for me to write them. Content is coming.

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[traceyaudette]

Hello Again-11

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Bert McGuire sat in his hotel room with pictures and Intel of all the SONS. He was going to need to be well informed if he was going to get his Sophia back. Picking up the information on Harry "Opie" Winston, he is going to tear this man's world apart.

He had raised Sophia since she was seven, she had made his life a living hell. She had too many secrets about him. Ones he couldn't afford for her to tell."

XXX

"Opie, you don't know how powerful McGuire can be....." I let out a sign. "It would be better with all of you, if I just left." I didn't hear my dad and Jax approaching.

"Just like that you're leaving?" My dad's angry voice made me turn around. "You fought to get here, to convince me who you are, and now you're just giving up?"

"Dad...he will bring you down and the whole club!" My body started shaking with fear

"You're not leaving, I let that bastard take you ten years ago. I didn't get a chance to fight for you. This time I'm fighting for you (Y/N)!" Tig's eyes filled with tears.

"Dad..." I let out a slow breath. "If things get too much for you, the club..I'm going to disappear."

I felt Opie's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me close. His lips coming close to my ear.

"I already told you, I'm keeping you safe from him."

XXX

Tig's anger is surging out of control, he saw the fear (Y/N);s eyes. It angered him more, that she thought she was just going to up and leave again. He wasn't going to allow that, he needed time with her.

He feels terrible at the way he reacted when she arrived here, now that she's here, he's going to protect here.

Tig knows he has to be in control, he can't go off have cocked, and loose control. It has to be planned. His actions can't bring attention to the club.

XXX

Opie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling her close to him. Kissing the top of her head, he knew his heart was lost to her. Pulling back he looked down at (Y/N).

"We're going to stay at the clubhouse a few days." He watched her nod her head. He wanted to kiss her again, but knew he didn't have a reason to.

He was expecting her to reach up, and the soft kiss she placed on his lips. "Thank you Opie." She walked away, entering the clubhouse.

A smile appearing on his face, he didn't see Jax approaching him.

"Be careful brother....." Jax said as he walked past Opie.

Opie let out a long sigh, knowing it was too late, he was far too gone to be careful now.

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[garbinge]

Ivy Coated Castle

Opie Winston x OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller

Day 11 from these April Prompts: Ivy Coated Castle  Summary: Joanne and Opie go on a little road trip in Ireland.

Word Count: 2.7k Words

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Fluff, light angst just because of the state of things at this point of the show. mentions of drinking. 

A/N: Me? With another Joanne fic? Couldn’t be. I think it’s because I’m on my like 700th rewatch of SOA and I just can’t not think about her while watching it lol. Again, this specific one shot does not fit into my larger multi-chap for Jo and Opie (and Jax and the rest of the fam), it’s essentially a little AU of my world for them. I’ll still use my Charming Life Taglist for these little one shots, though!

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The trip to Ireland was long and uncomfortable. Then the ride from the tarmac to the Belfast Charter felt even longer with all the road bumps in between. Once they arrived where they were staying, most everyone was quick to claim their sleeping arrangements. Joanne had been asleep for what felt like seconds but was really 9 hours. She rolled over, searching for Opie’s body next to her when she was met with nothing but cold sheets. A sigh escaped from her mouth as she melted into his side of the bed, taking in the slight scent of his cologne and cigarettes. After a moment or two, she decided to get up there was no way she’d be able to fall back asleep so she might as well go search for Opie. 

As she slipped her shoes on, her eyes caught Opie’s sweatshirt draped over the chair in the corner of the room. On her way out of the door she grabbed it and threw it over her head, letting the fabric engulf her…it was the next best thing to hugging Opie. 

Joanne creeped outside of the room, it was surprisingly quiet. Most of the guys were probably still sound asleep, on top of jet lag and time changes, they drank themselves shitty the night prior. It was early, Jo could tell from looking out the window. Despite the sun rarely being out in Ireland, it was easy to tell that it was dusk out. She tiptoed to the kitchen to see Opie, shirtless in the kitchen making a cup of coffee. 

“I should pitch this to Starbucks.” Joanne made her presence known as she approached the kitchen, but she kept her voice at a whisper. “Barista Bikers.”

Opie turned around with a smile, Joanne’s voice instantly bringing him some happiness in the midst of everything they were going through. “Not sure how much of a barista I’d be since I take my coffee black.” He was now leaning against the counter with the mug in his hand ready to take a sip. 

“I don’t think people would come for the coffee.” Her hand traveled up his body and rested on the reaper tattoo that was in the center of chest. He let out a chuckle as he drank his caffeine. The smell was intoxicating to Joanne, her exhaustion was latching on to it. “How long have you been up?” Her gaze moved to the digital clock in the dining room. 4:30AM. 

“Maybe an hour?” He wrapped his hand around Joanne to bring her close to him. Her face was now resting against his bare chest. 

“I woke up and you were gone, I thought maybe the group of you went out to get Abel or something.” She listened to Opie’s heartbeat, it was slow, steady, the complete opposite of her own. The idea that Abel was gone brought extreme anxiety to her head. 

Opie read her mind instantly. “The kids are fine. Neeta and Pop are with them, taking them to school, feeding them, tying their shoes, talking to them about their day.” Opie teased her as he squeezed her shoulder tight. 

“You’ll forgive me if I don’t think Piney’s got the Mr. Rogers act down yet.” As Opie laughed and loosened his grip on her, she leaned against the counter next to him.

“I don’t know what the deal is, last night Jax mentioned something about waiting for someone to come here with information on Abel.” Opie filled the girl in, it was something new in their relationship. Joanne wasn’t the girl you could easily keep information from, she was all in. If she wasn’t going to get info from Opie, she would hear it from Jax or Gemma, and if that failed, she was around the clubhouse so much she’d hear things in passing, and Opie knew better than to be the one lying to her, so full disclosure was the best way to go. 

“The priest.” She nodded, taking his mug from his hands and bringing it up to her own lips. “Gemma told me last night. You were knocked out when I came to bed so I didn’t have the chance to let you know.” 

Opie nodded and the room filled with silence again. The only noise was from the fridge which sounded like it was about to crap out at any moment. Eventually Opie spoke up. 

“You wanna go for a ride?” His voice was chipper, which was surprising coming from him. A frown filled Joanne’s face instantly as she looked up at him. “I just think it’ll be good to get out of this dark and dreary apartment and take what will probably be our only chance at a sight seeing ride.” A shrug fell off his shoulders. 

“I hope you packed other clothes. Cause I’m wearing this hoodie.” Joanne called over her shoulder as she retreated back into the room to get ready. “What a shame it will be if you have to be shirtless for the remainder of the trip!” Her voice echoing against the bare walls. 

___________

There were many things Joanne felt grateful to Opie for, but in this moment the number one thing was taking her on this ride. It was early, and not many people were on the road, but the farmers were up and so were the flocks of sheep and cattle. It was mesmerizing. The way the roads winded around cliffs and water, the way the green grass was saturated in color despite being a grazing field for many animals. It was breathtaking. Joanne’s arms squeezed around Opie’s midsection as she took in everything around her. Being on the bike made everything feel even more immense. The wind, the smell of the fresh air and sea salted water. Charming couldn’t even bring her half of these emotions on a good day let alone a normal one. 

“You good?” Opie called back to Joanne as they reached a 4 way stop. 

“More than good.” She brought her mouth to his ear so she didn’t have to yell. 

“We’ve been passing signs for Monea Castle, if you want to check it out?”  He called back to her.

“Let’s do it.” She agreed and Opie picked his feet up the pavement to keep following the signs. 

They pulled up to the abandoned castle, it was covered in moss and ivy, sections of it were deteriorated away but yet it was one of the most breathtaking things Joanne had ever seen. The two of them stood next to the Harley just looking up at this enormous castle. It was rather busy for being so early, there were a good amount of people hiking, walking, sight seeing. Jo glanced down at her watch and noticed it was now 6:30, by the time her and Ope had left the house and got here two hours had somehow passed. It made sense, Ireland as a tourist spot was filled with early risers, people who wanted to take in all the sights, hike all the trails. 

“You wanna get closer?” Opie’s head was tilted as he stared up at the ruin. Jo turned to look at him, the sight caused her to smile. He was a tall man, Opie, so seeing him looking up to something so much taller and bigger than him was funny. 

_________

The two of them slowly paced around the castle, reading all the signs and historical facts about the place. It felt normal. It felt like another life honestly. 

“You wanna check that out?” Opie asked pointing over to a smaller brick castle that was extremely more run down than this larger one. It was also about a quarter mile away in distance and blocked by a metal fence. 

“It looks blocked off.” Joanne hesitated to follow Opie who was already a few steps down the path towards the ruins. 

Opie said nothing, just smirked and turned to continue walking down the path. 

The walk over to small castle was fun, it was like they were kids again, 16 all over. 

“You boostin’ me up?” Joanne asked as they approached the large metal fence. 

“Got somethin’ better” Opie said as he broke off the path and found a large enough rock that would be tall enough to boost both of them up. He was the first one to jump over, he knew being about a foot taller would put him in a better position to land first. Joanne was able to climb up the fence, but looking down was finding itself to be more of a challenge. 

“I got you.” He smiled, his beanie settled snug on his head as he looked up. 

“Opie, I swear to God, if you drop me, I’ll kill you.” She said with a shaky voice. 

“Jo, just jump. I got you.” His eyes rolled. 

A yelp escaped from her throat as she not only let go of the fence but pushed hard with her hands and feet off of it. Opie did catch her, but her momentum was so strong that he lost his footing. After a few steps back, he completely tumbled backwards, Joanne still in his arms. His back landed into the soft fluffy grass that hadn’t been cut in a few months it seemed which was lucky for him since he had Jo on him adding more pressure to fall. 

“I got you.” Jo mocked him deepening her voice. 

Opie let out a belly laugh, his arms wrapping around the girl as he rolled her over in the grass. “I broke your fall, you know.” He planted a kiss on her lips before she could argue.

“You okay?” She asked once he pulled away from the kiss. 

“Never been better.” He was now standing and guiding her up with him. 

The two of them walked over to the castle, this time entering into what used to be the doorway of it so they were inside. Jo made her way up some half broken stairs to a flat landing of what likely was the second floor hundreds of years ago. Ope in tow behind her. They both sat down, Jo leaning against Opie who was leaning against the ivy on the wall. The water wasn’t too close, but it was still in decent sight. The breeze still had some saltiness to it, the trees to the right swaying in the breeze causing Jo to shake in chill. Opie brought his arms around the girl and rested his head on her shoulder. 

“You wanna head out?” He didn’t want her to sit in the cold if she wasn’t comfortable.

The sun was rising on the water in the distance, birds were flying over the coast and they were far enough from the crowds of people that it felt like it was just them in this moment. 

“Just a little while longer.” Jo let her head touch Opie’s. “This is just really beautiful.” Her gaze was locked on the horizon. 

“Yea it is,” Opie said but his gaze was locked on Jo. 

“Opie.” Jo said after a few beats of silence. 

“Hm?” He asked, she could hear how tired he was. 

“I love you.” She said it simply, it wasn’t her first time saying it, it wasn’t even the first time she said it since they had gotten together, but it was probably the first time she said it within this context. Just because she wanted to, not because they were talking about something deep rooted, not out of desperation, not because one of them was saying goodbye but simply because she meant it. 

“I love you, too.” His voice was soft, his lips too as they pressed a kiss to her temple. 

________

The rest of the day was hectic, from the moment they got back things had been in motion. Opie was swooped away from Jo leaving her with Maureen Ashby and Gemma alone in the apartments. Night soon fell when things picked up again, the large groups of all the SOA charters gathering to celebrate Redwood’s arrival. Jo sat on top of a picnic table with Clay, Trinity, Gemma and a few other people, a few beers in, not exactly drunk, but buzzed enough to start to feel the alcohol’s effect. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss this, careless nights at the clubhouse, things just felt so heavy these days that it felt impossible to have them, but I guess that’s what lead her to drinking tonight, to alleviate the heaviness of it all. 

Jax had somehow made his way into the fighting ring roster, it wasn’t shocking, the kid had a lot of anger built up. He prepped at the table, taking off his shirt and kutte, wrapping his hands. Opie stood with him, Happy, and Bobby not that far from Jo as he got ready. 

“Fuck ‘em up.” Jo said as she cheers’d her younger brother. 

“Yea, fuck him up.” Happy echoed the girl in his deep raspy voice. 

After a few hits, Jo was standing up, making her way next to Opie, cuddling into his side. “I had fun today.” 

He looked down at her and smiled. “Me too.” 

_______

The lot of the Redwood crew made their way to the apartment upstairs, most of the guys sitting at the table playing poker, eating their way through the fridge or drinking their way through the last of the alcohol. 

Jo sat on Opie’s lap at the kitchen table, fully drunk now as her fingers mindlessly caressed the top of Opie’s hair that was tied back into a bun. 

A laugh left her lips that caused Gemma to smirk from the kitchen. 

“They seem cozy.” Gemma said looking over to Bobby who was sharing the space with her.

Bobby’s glance fell over his shoulder to look at what Gemma was talking about. 

Jo’s head had fallen back in laughter as Opie balanced her on his leg matching her expressed happiness with his own chuckle. 

“She’s been good for him. Tough chick, she’s really helped put Opie back together.” Bobby said as he went back to making his cup of tea. 

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Gemma tensed. 

“That he’s not doing anything for her?” Bobby read Gemma like a book. Her head shot over to give him a look for being so blunt. “Look at them, Mom.” Bobby now turned to face the dining room. “I haven’t seen that girl that happy in years.” 

Gemma stared at her daughter and the man she considered a son. She knew Bobby was right, but to Gemma, she felt herself losing control. 

“It’s good to see them smile.” Jax interrupted the two of them as he entered the kitchen, still sweaty from the fight earlier. 

“Hm.” Gemma nodded, accepting for now that maybe losing her grip on Jo was okay. 

___

Jo yelled as she leaned over and pulled all the poker chips onto her and Opie’s side of the table. Her arms then moved to wrap around his neck and place a kiss on the side of his head. 

“Now that I know you’re a worthy suitor, I expect an elaborate life.” She whispered in his ear. “I’d like horses, maybe 4 of them, I’d say 3 but I don’t want one to feel lonely, then galas every week, ball gowns, feasts,” she carried on causing Opie to chuckle. “Oh and I want to live in a castle. One covered in ivy that looks along the coast.” Her voice got serious at that sentence which made Opie look up into her eyes. 

“Even if we have to climb over a metal fence to get there?” His hand reached up and moved the one stray hair behind her ear. 

“Even if we have to climb over a metal fence to get there.” Their foreheads touched and her lips pursed out to kiss his lips quickly which earned a groan from the table. The two of them laughed as Jo stumbled off Opie’s lap. 

“I’ll take that as my cue, gentlemen, good game, thanks for losing and lining Opie’s pockets and in turn, my own.” Her head nodded down in sarcastic gratitude as she tripped backwards lightly. 

“Ivy coated castle?” She pointed to Opie with her eyebrows raised.

“Ivy coated castle.” He repeated her words to him with a nod and with that Jo disappeared down the hall to sleep.