#profil SOA

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆  

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, violence

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𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘.

The men had driven off before Jax reached you, yet you could still feel your heart pumping quickly. You knew this job came with risks, but you were the clean up crew, and didn’t get involved in the politics.  

  “Zo! Zo, you okay?” You were so zoned out that you didn’t hear him. It was like your mind was working overdrive. The thoughts and ‘what ifs’ going around and around in your head – chasing each other. Wondering if now you were … fucked.

  Running over to your door, he opened it and checked your body, gently moving your head side to side; looking for signs of a wound.

  “I’m fine,” you whispered, mentally crawling out of the whirlwind that was currently your mind.

It wasn’t until you looked into Jax’s eyes that your attention fully returned. You looked at his face, seeing the faded freckles, tanned skin and beard stubble. This was closest you had been to him. So close that you could smell the cigarette on his breath. 

The smell brought you back to the other night, outside the crematorium when Jax was waiting for you. He’d told Happy to go home, that he could take it from here. The usual duty of making sure you got home safe always went to Happy, who didn’t mind the late nights. Well, technically the very early mornings.

You had locked the door, turned around and nearly jumped out of your skin. You weren’t expecting it, another person to be so close. Happy always stayed at least 2 arm lengths away from you at all times, even when you walked back to the car. There was no reason for it, you just guessed he was trying to be respectful - or seem like less of a threat. 

 Jax had only just put out his cigarette and he was already smirking. You knew exactly why.

“I finished in time because of my skills, not because of anything else, Teller.”

    “Hey, I didn’t say a goddamn thing.” He shrugged his shoulders, only making your knees go weaker. But gods be damned if you’d let him know how much he effects you.

He was silent as he walked you to his car, the familiar crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears. Crickets chirping in time, and if you looked into the distance, you’d be able to see two wolves in the fields next to the woods.

    As your finger lingered over the unlock button, Jax suddenly said, “Thank you.”

Your cheeks warmed.

“You don’t need to thank me, “ you said and pressed the button. Your car clicked and you reached for the handle, “I get paid, remember.”

Jax chuckled at your response, pulling on his helmet and clipping it underneath his chin.

    “I want to say thank you anyway, this job ain’t easy.”

You knew he was referring to your job, but there was a something else in his voice that told you he meant more. That there was something deeper in his comment. 

Guilt.

  Anger.

      Grief.

You were impressed by how well Jax was acting. Not just with you but with … well everyone. The death of his wife, it would ruin anyone. But it was like Jax had steel armour on at all times. That steel armour wasn’t just for his heart, but for every part of being a person. For his thoughts, his interactions, his opinions.

It was that armour that stopped you from getting deeper.

So, the jokes, the banter, the back and forth … it’s all he could muster up. And maybe that’s all your relationship would be with Jax; teasing and playful. A distraction.  

                                                           - ✦ -

   “Time for clean up?” Was all you said as you saw the other Sons.

“Ugh, yeah, you okay?” Happy replied, concern lacing every area of his tone. You and Happy had created this sibling-like friendship. The scary looking biker acted as your older brother, it sometimes meant him not saying much to you but always making sure you knew he was there. You guessed this was one of those times, except the way his President was acting was putting him on edge. It was putting all the Sons on edge.

  It wasn’t until you heard the Scotsman that things started making sense.

“We were double-crossed, sorry you got swept up in that, sweetheart.”

And then they all moved as one cohesive movement. The Sons got on their bikes, strapped their helmets on, Happy walked over to the driver’s side of the van and hopped in.

It only took a minute to reach the warehouse that was used as the meet-up. But what you saw made you gasp.

 You counted nine men, each laying in different positions. Blood soaked and lifeless. You had seen horrors, you had seen crime scenes, hell you had even listened to the most grizzly podcasts. Maybe it was because of before; your heart still pumping in your chest. 

So, your shock turned to anger, not at the reasons why these men were dead but the blatant lie you had been told. As each member arrived, your anger grew and grew.

   “A few men-“ you said, getting out of the car and slamming the door. “I was told, a few men.”

“Look sweetheart, if you can’t handle-“ Jax started to say, looking at you through his black sunglasses. A similar pair were pushed upwards on your head, keeping your hair out of your face.

   “I can handle the dead fucking bodies. But I wasn’t told how fucking many there would be!” Your hands reflected your speech; animated, emphasising your words. “But I’m in this now. So, you’ll stop calling me sweetheart. My name is Zo. And you won’t leave out fucking details when I ask about them.”  

The words came out as fierce as fire raging through a forest. Everyone had stopped what they were doing and listened. No one dared whistle, nor make any sort of movement (or comment).

   Funnily enough it was Juice who spoke first, “she’s right. We’ve trusted her with everything so far.” The core Sons nodded in agreement while Jax rolled his eyes.

He walked up the dried grassy plane, kicking dirt behind him with each step.

  Jax’s voice was low, gravelly. His accent so prevalent as he spoke, “once you agree to this, there’s no turning back. You’re apart of this now.”

It took three heartbeats for you to respond. His gaze not leaving your own.

  “I’m a part of this.”

                                                            - ✦ -

With the amount of Sons present, it didn’t take long to hoist the bodies into the van and drive off. Happy was silent, one hand on the wheel and the other flicking through radio stations. You lit up a cigarette, taking a drag every time Happy scoffed and turn over the channel.

  “They talk so much shit,” he complained, settling on a station that had just finished playing a Johnny Cash song.

“Who? The Sons or the radio presenters?” You said while blowing the smoke from the corner of your mouth. The window was down – just a crack; it wasn’t allowed down anymore than that. Wouldn’t want to attract too much attention in traffic. Even if you did take the backroads.

     “I meant these radio shitheads, but Tig could talk the ear off of a deaf guy.”

You scoffed but didn’t disagree.

There was a beat of heavy silence. Unsaid words lingering in the air – from both of you.

 Funnily enough, it was Happy who cracked first.

 “You mean it? You really want to be apart of the club? Because that’s what this means. Doing more jobs, being told intel.”

 You took another drag, a big breathe in and let the smoke gather before blowing it out.

       “I guess so.”

 And then something switched in Happy that caught you off guard. He hardened. His tone going an octave deeper, harsher.

  “There’s no guessing, Zo. You’re either in or you’re out. Skeeter has ties to the club but he doesn’t ask for information. He just lets things be. You can still do that, but something tells me you ain’t gonna.”

Y ou didn’t expect such a big brother speech from Happy. Yes, you had that type of relationship, but he was never harsh with you.

  “Okay maybe I do want to get deeper into the club? Why is everyone trying to push me out? I don’t have family out here, I’ve been on my own for years. I work in a fucking crematorium for fucksake.”

 You threw the cigarette out the window and wound it back up. The anger was still palpable and Happy was not helping.

 You hadn’t opened up about your family in … years. Not to Skeeter, not to any of the Sons. You only said they lived out of state and that was the end of it. You had your dogs and that was enough for you. But lately you wanted more. You wanted someone … more.

                                                          - ✦ -

The drive back to the crematorium was silent. Even the radio was switched off after five minutes. Nothing good was being played anyway.

 What you didn’t expect, was to see a particular Harley sitting in the parking lot. It’s rider leaning against it, taking slow draws out of his cigarette.

      “Didn’t think Jax would be here,” Happy said, parking and pulling up the handbrake.

 “Me either,” was all you said before jumping out of the passenger seat and taking out your keys. Practically ignoring the President of the club, you unlocked the garage doors and pulled them upwards.

 You couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other, and pretended as though you didn’t care. Even though inside you were desperate to hear the conversation. In a manner of moments you heard your name being called and you moved out of the way to let the van back up into the garage.

    “Yep, yep, a little further,” Happy was good enough to direct Jax so you left them and unlocked the doors to the incinerator. Looking around you saw everything in its place, Skeet must’ve been in already. He likes keeping everything ‘proper’, not that you don’t, but he takes it to a new level.

 You wheeled out the stretchers, and watched as Happy opened the doors to the back of the van.

  “I thought the President of the Sons of Anarchy would have more important things to do,” you said to Jax, pulling the body onto the stretcher.

 A side of his mouth quirked upwards, “just getting back to my roots, you know. Can never forget where you started out.”

  “At the bottom?” You replied, lumping another body onto the stretcher.

 “Doesn’t feel like the bottom when it’s with you.” Like a leak, Jax had let the words slip from his mouth. ‘It was simple flirting, nothing more,’ you told yourself. Willing your cheeks not to go red. Maybe he’d think the blush was from the physicality of what you were doing.

  “I’m gonna take these guys inside…” Happy trailed off, moving as quick as he could  

(𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑦 𝑇𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤. 𝐴𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤-𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠)

 Jax’s mind was a mess of filthy thoughts and desired actions. He wanted you so badly. Even watching you now, with your hair barely out of your face, sweat gleaming off your forehead. He thought of what it would be like to be the reason you were sweating. To be the reason you were so out of breath. His mind was so engrossed in … you, that he didn’t hear what you were saying. The only thing he was focused on was your body; the tinge of red on your cheeks; the tattoo on your arm.

    “Jax!” The urgency in your voice brought him out of his trance.

 “Yeah,” he looked into your hazel eyes and followed your line of sight. A car and four bikes were heading up the driveway. And you knew exactly where you had seen that car before.

 Everything happened so quickly.

One moment it was fine and then everything went to shit.

  “Happy!” Jax called out in his gruff voice, his phone was out in a second and he was calling Chibs.

“They must have followed us here,” you said in a slight whisper.

[fanficimagery]

The Nanny

When babysitting your neighbor's kid, trouble seems to find you.

Author's Note: SOA AU - No Tara, Clay, or Gemma. Trigger warning for violence! This was supposed to be up for Valentine's Day, but as you can see... that wasn't the case lmao.

Charming, California is one of those picture perfect little towns where everyone tries to be prim and proper, and act like their shit doesn't stink. And in the short time that you've lived here, you quickly realized that the law-abiding citizens hated the fact that Charming was home to a MC, the Sons of Anarchy.

It doesn't bother you to see them riding down the streets as you're out and about, but you do find it hilarious that a majority of the locals either gasp in outrage upon seeing the bikers or avoid them at all costs. You find the bikers very easy-going, but then again the club president is your neighbor.

Jax Teller had taken it upon himself to introduce himself when you were moving in, carrying boxes for you and flashing a rather charming smile as he pumped you for information about yourself. You knew what he was doing, and it was rather laughable, but you had nothing to hide and were a rather boring person, so you gave the information freely. Between the two of you, he was more interesting as a MC president whereas you stayed home and lived off the money your brothers made. Jax seemed interested in what your brothers did for a living that they were able to provide you with the life you have, but you explained they made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile. You helped them with scheduling, but they still did a majority of the work.

Finding out Jax has a son (Abel) makes your heart warm towards the biker, and then warm up to the club when his brothers visit every now and then. Juice was really just a goofball when he wasn't doing business for the club, Chibs was a secret sweetheart, Tig was a little crazy, Happy was hard to read, but it was Opie who was the most normal of the bunch.

You settle into your home quite nicely, working from your little office when your brothers need help to prevent any scheduling conflicts. Then in your downtime, you either have a book in hand or waste time on your gaming system. Jax and his brothers have been over a couple of times, drinking a beer to wind down or eating whatever leftovers you happen to have after you've already eaten.

This morning, however, you've just finished making breakfast when there's a knock at your front door. With a strip of bacon in hand, you answer the door and are surprised to see Jax and his son Abel standing there.

"What's up, Teller?"

He immediately smiles and your eyes narrow. "I hate to do this on such short notice, but my nanny canceled. Do you think you could watch Abel for the day?"

You glance down at the blonde boy, shrugging. "Is he cool staying with me?"

Jax glances down and nudges his son, but Abel merely asks, "Do you have more bacon?"

You open the door wider as you chuckle. "Sure, kid. You want some eggs and hashbrowns too?"

"Yum."

Abel walks into your house without a care in the world and you meet Jax's amused gaze. "So are there any rules I should abide by? Are you one of those dad's that limits screen time or bans sugar?"

"Nope and nope. No allergies either."

"Cool."

"Thank you. I owe you."

As Jax starts to walk down your porch steps, you say, "I'm a slut for food, Teller. Bribe me with food and I'll say yes to anything."

"Anything?" He peers over his shoulder and arches an eyebrow. You scowl at him.

"Almost anything."

Jax laughs. "Don't cook tonight then. I'll bring some cheeseburgers and fries from this diner that makes pretty good food."

"Alright."

. .

. .

When Jax returns later that night, Chibs and Happy follow after learning he was picking up food from the diner. What surprised them, however, was that while Jax parked in his driveway, he started taking the food to his neighbors house. But Chibs, nor Happy, said a word and followed their president with their own food when he didn't protest.

Jax is poised to knock on the door when he hears, "Don't you- don't you dare do it, kid. If you do it, I will personally wait until you turn seventeen to kick your little ass." The words give Jax pause because what the actual fuck! But then Abel's giggling makes him grin.

"Did she just threaten to kick Abel's ass, Jackie?" Chibs wonders, smirking.

"I think so."

"No, no, no! You blue-shelled me?! You're like two. How do you even know how to play this?!" Jax snorts and finally knocks. The trash talking suddenly ceases before… "It's open! If you're friendly, welcome! If not, I got a little ankle biter in here and I'm not afraid to sic him on you!"

Jax laughs some more and enters the house, walking to where he hears all the commotion. Walking into the living room, he can't help but smile at the sight of YN and Abel sitting side by side on the couch, attention focused on the TV where they're apparently playing Mario Kart.

"You bring the goods, Teller?"

"Burgers and fries as promised."

"You are currently my favorite Teller." Still your attention is on the TV, your trash talking his kid being kept very polite all of a sudden. Jax, Chibs, and Happy have no idea what's going on, but suddenly one of the characters is spinning out because of a banana peel and then Abel's giving a long, suffering sigh as the other character passes the finish line. "Yes!" You jump up, pointing down at Abel. "Sucks to suck, kid. Now come on. Your pop's got the goods."

When you finally look up at Jax, you momentarily freeze when you see Chibs and Happy there as well. "Oh. Hey, guys. Kitchen's this way."

Everyone follows you into the kitchen and you immediately grab drinks from the fridge. When you turn around, Jax is divvying up some food for himself, Abel, and you. You pass out the beers to the men and you have cans of Sprite for yourself and Abel. Then as you take the last remaining available seat since Jax kept Abel on his lap, you thank Jax for the food before digging in.

"So did you have fun today?" Jax asks his son.

"Yeah. I got to color and watch TV and play games."

Jax glances at you and you shrug. "I made do. I would have gone to the store to pick up some stuff for him, but I didn't know if you'd feel comfortable with me taking him anywhere."

"I appreciate that."

"So what about you? Is your nanny good or will you need another favor?"

"Uh, she actually might be out for a few more days."

You nod. "I can do it. Is it cool if I take him to the store with me tomorrow morning? I forgot how much little kids snack throughout the day."

"Yeah. I have an extra car seat you can use and I'll leave you some cash."

"Nah. Don't even worry about it. I'll be snacking with him, so I can front the bill."

But still, cash ends up thrown onto the table from both Chibs and Jax. You have a feeling it'd be useless to argue, so you say nothing.

After dinner, Jax helps you clean up before they all take their leave. He tells Abel to tell you goodbye and your heart absolutely melts when you crouch down, and Abel hugs you.

You visibly melt as you hug the little boy back and then pull back to tweak his nose. "Okay, you're officially my favorite Teller again."

Abel smiles at you as Jax laughs and then you bid everyone goodbye at the door.

Abel ends up preferring your company to that of his nanny, so Jax ends up splitting his son's time between the nanny at his house and you at your own house when you have nothing going on.

On this particular day, after a lunch of sandwich and chips, you and Abel are lounging in a kiddie pool right in the middle of your front yard. You even went as far to put up a canopy to have the pool half in the shade and half in the sun, and are soaking in a sports bra and a pair of black tights that look like shorts.

You're sitting in the shade, sipping on a juice box as Abel stands on the other side playing with water blasters. You hear the rumble of a motorcycle, unsurprised to have Jax checking in.

As the blonde walks up, you smile innocently as he laughs. "Where did the pool come from?"

"The store." You shrug. Abel takes the moment to load up his blaster with lukewarm water and shoots his dad with it. Jax doesn't bother dodging the stream. "We saw a commercial for the waterpark and since we can't go there, I brought the water to us."

Wiping water from his face and using it to slick his hair back, Jax crouches next to the pool and asks, "How much do I owe you?"

"Not a cent, Teller." You sip on your juice, grinning. "I haven't been in one of these since I was a kid. This is for me as much as it's for Abel. He just gave me the excuse of getting one and chilling in it without looking like an idiot."

"Well I don't know about that…"

He trails off and you gasp in mock outrage. As he laughs, you say, "You're lucky I respect the kutte and the fact that you have a phone in your pocket somewhere. If I didn't, I'd drag your butt in here with us."

"Next time." Jax splashes his son and then stands before Abel can shoot him point blank with water. "Am I grabbing dinner tonight?"

"Nah. Abel already made a request. He wants chicken tenders and fries."

"And what the little man wants, he gets?"

"Obviously." You roll your eyes playfully. "Plus, it's an easy meal and I enjoy it too."

"Alright." He chuckles as he starts making his way back towards his motorcycle. "Don't stay in the pool too long."

"Yes, sir." You mockingly salute him, lips twitching when you see him momentarily tense before relaxing once more. "See you later."

. .

. .

It's past Abel's bedtime by the time Jax makes it home, and already he's prepared for his kid to either be bouncing off the walls or very cranky. But as he nears YN's house, he notices that it's mostly dark. All the lights are off with the exception of the porch light and a couple of lamps he can see through the windows that peer into the living room. And the TV, of course.

Instead of knocking, he lets himself right in. It's almost too quiet, but he can hear the TV playing rather low in the living room. Heading there, he walks up to the sofa and can't help but smile at the sight that greets him. YN is laid out across the sofa with Abel on her chest, his back to her front. Both are knocked out cold.

Without second guessing himself, Jax pulls out his phone and snaps a quick photo. Chuckling to himself, he then walks around the sofa as he pockets his phone and crouches down. "Hey. YN," he gently calls out while shaking her shoulder.

It takes a few shakes before you wake, sleepily humming until Jax's voice coaxes you until you're fully awake. Your arms wrap around Abel on instinct and when you notice Jax's smirking presence, you relax. "What time is it?" You mumble.

"A little after ten."

"Really? Fuck. I guess the sun really did kick my ass if I'm this sleepy."

"Yeah." Jax chuckles and then carefully starts to gather Abel in his arms. "Sorry about showing up so late."

"Don't even worry about it." You sit up, rubbing your eyes and yawning. "You know I adore your kid." As you follow Jax to the door, you remind him about going away for a week and not being able to watch Abel, but that you'll have your phone on if Abel wants to talk.

Jax laughs. "I swear, my kid loves you more than me sometimes."

"It's only because I'm a better cook," you muse.

Jax opens his mouth to argue, but ends up shutting it and shrugging. "You're not wrong there."

As Jax then exits your home, you bid him goodnight and watch until he disappears into his home.

When you explained to Jax that your brothers made their money because of the family business that provided private security for celebrities and individuals with a high profile, you weren't lying. Nor did you lie when you also explained you helped them with scheduling for said high profile individuals.

What you chose to leave out, however, was that your family had such a great record with security because no one wanted to fuck with a family who had connections to two different cartels through your dearly departed parents.

However, before you settled into the calm life of personal security, your brothers made a name for yourselves as ruthless hitmen amongst the cartels and you… you were a little unhinged when you were caught up in the moment as one of their torturers. You worked for the cartels when they needed you to, but when you and your brothers wanted to distance yourselves, it was the cartels who helped set up your security business.

The week spent with your brothers is just to visit and catch up with those who all three of you came to see as uncles. It was most definitely not supposed to end up with you being caught off guard by a fist to the face. Someone who didn't know all what you were capable of took advantage of the fact that you were a woman who was close to big names within the cartels. They thought you to be easily taken down and used as leverage, but what they didn't count on was you hiding daggers on your persons. The fight was dirty and bloody, and by the end of it you were spitting mad.

You have the urge to carve into someone that your brothers are trying to quell for once when your phone rings. You pull out your phone mid-pacing, and then freeze upon seeing Jax's name on the screen. But it's not a normal call- it's a video call.

"Fuck."

"What?" Your elder brother asks. "Who is it?"

"It's my neighbor. Most likely his kid Abel since I babysit him most of the time." Your brothers glance at each other and you roll your eyes. "I've told you about them. Now toss me my hoodie. I can't let them see my face like this."

Before the call ends, you answer it but make sure to angle the camera away from the bruised side of your face. "Hey, Jax, give me one sec," you say. Your brother tosses you a hoodie and you quickly pull it on after setting your phone down. Then you take a seat at the kitchen table, turning off a few lights so it's a little darker and you can hide within your hood. Picking up your phone and keeping only half your face on camera, you smile. "Hey, guys, miss me?"

Jax's smile falters, but Abel immediately starts talking, telling you all about his day with his dad. He tells you he misses your food and play time, and you assure him you'll be home soon. You tell him about hanging out with your own family and even make your brothers wave at the camera when you switch it on them. Abel's little voice telling them hi makes you smile and then Jax is telling Abel to go watch some TV before bed.

Left alone with Jax on the phone, his smile vanishes. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" You refuse to meet either of your brothers' gazes as you can feel them staring at you. "Everything's fine."

"Bullshit." Your brothers snort and you huff. Very reluctantly, you pull your hood down and maneuver the camera so it catches your full face. Jax's expression hardens. "Fuck."

"Don't worry. It looks worse than it is."

"What the fuck happened?"

You shrug and quickly glance at your brothers, but they're back to doing their own thing. "Went out drinking with the family and got caught in a brawl. It's been handled."

"So I don't have to gather the boys and kick some ass?"

His words make you huff a laugh. "Nah. I'm pretty sure I put the guy in a hospital."

"You took down a dude?! Now that's hot. I wish I could have seen that."

Uncaring that they're eavesdropping, your brothers burst out laughing and you sigh. You can't help but smile and you end up rolling your eyes when Jax laughs too. "Whatever. How's Abel really doing? Is he driving his official nanny insane yet?"

"Not really. He's just moping around."

"Aww." You coo. "Well I should be home soon. I'll take him to the park or something."

Jax's teasing smile turns genuine. "You know, I've never told you this, but I appreciate everything you do for Abel. You don't have to do anything, but you still treat him like family."

"What can I say? I like kids." You shrug. "And my idiot brothers will never give me any nieces or nephews."

"Hey!" Both your brothers protest.

You grin at them before looking back at Jax on your phone. "I should get going though. We have a meeting with the uncles here in a bit and I need to get ready."

"Alright. No more fights unless I'm there to avenge you. I can't have my favorite girl looking like she's in an abusive relationship."

Snorting, you say, "No promises. Tell Abel goodnight for me and to come up with a plan for what he wants to do when I get back home."

"Will do. See you soon."

As soon as you hang up, your brothers start making teasing kissing noises. "Oh shut the fuck up."

Valentine's Day has never been a day that you really cared for. Sure it was sweet to see teenagers and kids swap gifts and/or cards, or to buy candy half off, but it didn't bother you to have a significant other on this day. But you do remember how good it felt to get a gift as a kid, so you want to make sure Abel has a good day.

With your time spent with Abel, you've come to know that he loves certain fruits and chocolate. So after heading to the store for a quick shopping trip, you return home with strawberries, bananas, and melting chocolate. Then after cleaning the strawberries and chopping up some bananas, you dip them all in the ooey-gooey chocolate before letting them harden while fixing up a white dessert box with edges that say Happy Valentine's Day.

You've just filled the box with chocolate covered fruit when your phone rings and you can't help but smile at the name. You're no stranger to how handsome Jax is, but you know better than to go there with him.

"Hey, Teller, to what do I owe the pleasure of your hot voice?" You immediately answer.

Jax's laughter meets your ear before, "While it's nice to hear you like my voice, I'm actually calling on behalf of Abel."

"Aw. What does my favorite Teller need?"

"You know I'm your favorite Teller, YN." You hum, not denying his words. "But Abel is requesting your appearance here at the shop because he has a very important question to ask you."

"A very important question?" You muse. "What does Abel have to…" You trail off, the amusement in Jax's voice suddenly making something make sense. "His question doesn't happen to coincide with what today is, does it?"

Jax chuckles. "I am not ruining the surprise."

"I swear to God, Jax, if I end up crying I'm going to kick your ass."

"I look forward to it. Now get pretty and get your ass over here. Do not break my kid's heart."

"Never. And I'm always pretty, Teller."

"...yeah. You are." Your eyes widen at his words, but you don't say anything. Jax then clears his throat. "I'll see you soon."

"Y-Yeah. I'll be there in ten."

You can feel yourself blushing as you hang up, but quickly put it out of your mind as you hurry to your room to get dressed. You pull on a black sundress that's covered in sunflowers, the flowy skirt hitting right above your knees. You step into some black wedge sandals and quickly tie your hair up in a messy ponytail. You apply the basic amount of makeup and spritz some perfume around your body.

Heading downstairs, you throw all your necessities into a purse and then grab Abel's box of chocolate covered fruit before heading out.

The drive to Teller Automotive isn't a very long one, and you're soon parking in the lot. You leave your purse in the car, but you keep your box of fruits in hand. You get several wolf whistles as you cross the parking lot, but you merely laugh off Tig and Chibs' teasing.

Before you can enter the auto garage, Jax walks out, a smirk in place. And then before you can ask him what he's smirking for, your gaze is drawn downward to Abel who walks out behind him… and oh. You fuckin' melt.

Abel's hair is slicked into a faux hawk, a red bow tie is clipped to the very crisp white button shirt that's tucked into a pair of tiny faded jeans. In his hands he's holding a teddy bear that's adorned with a miniature Sons of Anarchy kutte, and a red carnation. The adorableness of it all makes you melt and tear up at how cute he is.

"Oh my goodness. You look so handsome," you tell him.

As you crouch so you're more at his level, you make sure the skirt of your dress still covers everything. Abel blushes as he asks, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"Hell yes I will." Abel smiles as he hands over your gifts, and Jax and the others- who were apparently listening in- whoop in celebration. "And as my Valentine, it's only fair that I give a gift as well. Strawberries and bananas covered in chocolate. Your favorite," you tell him.

Abel is so ecstatic over his gift that he nearly knocks you over as he hugs you. When Chibs ask him what he's got, he's more than happy to run off and show his uncles what you've given him. Jax offers you a hand up and as soon as you're steady on your feet, you notice him looking at you in a certain way.

"What?" You huff a laugh, carefully wiping away your tears that never fully fell.

"You are amazing, you know that?"

"Hardly. Tiny Teller is just adorable as hell." You can feel yourself starting to blush so you glance down at the teddy in your hand. "Where did you find a tiny kutte anyway?"

"It's actually Abel's. The guys had it made for him when he was born and he wanted your teddy to have it."

"I'll take extra care of it then." When you glance back at Jax, you ask, "So does Abel have to stay or can I take my valentine out on a date?" You have no idea what Jax had been thinking, but it's like your words make him snap. From one second to next, he goes from staring at you in awe to gently grasping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You gasp but quickly return the sentiment. And when Jax pulls back, still cupping your face in his hands, you ask, "So me wanting to take your kid out on a date really did it for you, huh?"

Jax barks out a laugh and you smile as he leans in for another quick kiss. "Been wanting to do that for a while actually."

"And you waited until this moment to do it," you muse. "Jokes on you though. You gotta stick around and listen to your boys tease you about this while I take Abel out all on my lonesome." You kiss him for a third time and then step out of his reach to holler, "Little Teller, let's go! It's you and me, buddy. Whatever you wanna do."

As Abel approaches with a lot less fruit, he asks, "Can we eat pizza in the park?"

"We sure can. Now say goodbye to your dad so we can go stuff our faces."

Dating Jax Teller is rather thrilling. You do not care to know what goes on in the club unless it pertains to any woman trying to sleep with him, or when Jax needs someone to vent to. Then, and only then, do you let your opinion be known about what goes on with the MC.

But while you have nothing against the MC, you still prefer to spend a majority of your time with Abel. Sure you'll show up to some parties so all the other women know Jax is off limits, but you're content to do activities with little Teller wherever he wants to be for the day.

You thought it was cute Jax tried to shield you from the violence the club was capable of, but never pressed him for information when you noticed he looked stressed about something. This time, however, you wish you had pressed him for information when he asked you to stay in with Abel.

It's nighttime, and you and Abel are relaxing in front of your TV as you watch some new Pixar film about dragons and their riders. The two of you are dozing off when your front door is kicked in, which then makes you jump into action. But you're not just defending yourself, you have a little boy to think about. So before you can find a proper weapon, you're left standing in front of Abel who is now clinging to your leg as he whimpers in fear.

"Jax Teller chose a pretty one this time."

"Fuck off."

The men all chuckle in front of you. "Take her."

. .

. .

The Sons of Anarchy roll up to a subdivision that's still in development, cautiously dismounting their motorcycles and arming themselves. A new MC had established themselves in a neighboring town, looking to make a name for themselves, and they thought knocking down the Sons a peg or ten was what they ought to do to establish their foothold in the MC world for good.

The encroaching MC took to ambushing the Sons whenever and wherever, and the people of Charming were starting to become afraid of strolling their pristine streets. Even the Sheriff was looking to the Sons to end the conflict, but they could only do so much. Unfortunately, one of the fights involved a chase on motorcycles as the Sons were making a run, and the son of the enemy President took a bullet to the right side of his chest and fell. His injuries then resulted in a coma which set off to this little meeting.

As they creep through the eerily quiet streets of the deserted subdivision, Opie flanks Jax. "I don't like this, brother. Something feels off."

"I agree," Chibs says. "We should have put the club on lockdown before ridin' out."

Jax sighs. "Too late now."

Juice, Happy, and Tig jog up to homes still under construction, trying the doors or looking for any signs that someone's been there. It isn't until they get to the end of the block that they notice one home has been vandalized and they know that's where they're supposed to go.

Every Son cautiously enters the house, nose wrinkling as the state of the house. But in the middle of the living room, there's an odd clearing around a small round table. And on that table sits a folded notecard.

The Sons seem to freeze, but then Jax is marching towards the note. Snatching it up, the words written make him tense as his world starts to tilt. "Fuck. They're going after Abel."

As the note flutters to the floor, the Sons all race after their President as he flees the house.

The note read, [A son for a son.]

On the way to YN's, Jax instructs half the Sons to break off and check on the club, while also making calls to get everyone on an official lockdown. Jax, Opie, Chibs, and Happy race to his neighbor's house.

When they pull up, a few neighbors are peering out their doors looking a bit distraught. Immediately, they know something terrible has happened, and that feeling is only intensified when they spot the broken down door.

Rushing to park in YN's front yard, guns are pulled from the back waistband of their jeans. Jax takes point as he enters the house and his heart drops to his stomach. The house is an absolute mess, furniture and glass broken.

The TV is still playing some cartoon movie and when he walks further in, he curses at the sight of a body laying in a pool of blood.

Happy peers over his shoulder. "Now we know she can hold her own."

"Find them. Now."

. .

. .

Sitting in the bathtub, Abel clings to you as his face hides against the side of your neck. Your face hurts from the numerous punches you took, your lip is split, your arms have multiple lacerations, and there's blood dripping into your eyes. But your worst wound is definitely the bullet wound to the left of your abdomen, and you're grateful that Abel's weight is putting pressure on the towel you had pressed against the wound.

It's been quiet for what seems like forever, but suddenly you hear movement. Shakily raising the gun you'd taken from one of the intruders, you take aim and dare the next motherfucker who enters to be someone intending harm on you or the boy in your lap.

The door gently swings open, but no one is there. Your arm hurts from holding the gun up and then you see someone try to peer around the door jamb. You can only partially see his face, but the voice- you recognize the voice even if you rarely hear it when you're at the club.

"Baby girl?"

"...Hap?"

The stoic man steps fully in the doorway, putting his gun away as you drop yours in the tub. Abel shifts as he whimpers and you wince. "Jax! Upstairs bathroom!"

Abel realizes his uncle's voice and dad's name, so he moves to turn. Happy is quick to lift him, his eyes widening at the blood soaking his clothes. "S'fine. My blood," you tiredly tell him. "I didn't… I didn't let them touch him."

"You did real good." Happy's assurance makes you smile, but you're just so tired. As your eyes slide shut, you hear, "Hey! Don't do that. Stay awake, YN."

"Tryin'…" Pounding footsteps race up the stairs and it isn't long until Jax, Chibs, and Opie are pushing their way into the bathroom as well. Jax takes Abel right away, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. Happy and Opie move to help you out of the tub, but Chibs is quick to point out your bleeding wound. The last words you say are, "Call my brothers," before darkness consumes you."

. .

. .

Jax is pacing the hospital waiting room, blood covering his shirt and hands from where he carried Abel. Chibs had taken Abel back to the club to clean him up and fill in the others about what was going on, but now he's back and filling in the Sheriff about what they had walked in on at YN's house. Thankfully Jax and YN's neighbors liked them, and were honest about hearing gunshots before the Sons had frantically rolled up.

Opie and Happy are the only two sitting patiently, but their attention is drawn to a large group of men entering the room. Two men in particular glance around before making a beeline for Jax, but the others hang back by the door. It's evident these men mean business as they stand guard, their suits standing out among the scrubs, kuttes, and regular clothing of the others sitting in the waiting room.

When Jax notices the newcomers, his shoulders sag at the sight of YN's brothers. But his interest is piqued with the suited thugs behind the brothers, tattoos visible along their hands and neck.

The brothers quickly introduce themselves as Noah and Theo, both of their expressions grim.

"What happened?" Noah asks. He's the elder of the two, his muscled torso covered in a button down with their sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"They were after my kid," Jax immediately tells them, voice low. "She took a bullet for him and she's in surgery right now."

Both brothers' jaws clench.

"Do you know who they are?" Theo asks, tapping away on his phone.

"Yeah. It's another MC. They attacked us on a run and the son of the President took a fall off his bike. He's in a coma, so the President went after my kid in return."

"And your kid was in the care of our sister," Noah realizes.

"Yes."

Noah sighs, running a hand down his face. Then after a few more taps and texts, Theo grins. "Found them."

Jax frowns. "Found who?"

"The people responsible for putting our sister in the hospital."

Jax then tenses. "This is club business, man. We'll handle it."

Both Noah and Theo tense, but end up chuckling. Jax's jaw clenches, but he keeps his anger in check.

Noah says, "If you think it'll remain club business when YN wakes up, then that means my sister hasn't confessed the family secret."

Jax freezes. "What secret?"

"We had to get our start somewhere when our parents died," Theo tells him. "And it just so happened that each of our parents came from very powerful, very wealthy families. We worked our way to the top of the food chain and became rather notorious until we wanted out and settled into the business we currently have."

Noah starts to smirk. "Your club business just became cartel business, my friend. And our uncles are livid that their little girl was attacked."

Jax glances at his boys, but says nothing.

"We'll find them and keep them occupied," Theo says. "When YN is released, she'll be out for blood."

"And she'll get it," Noah muses. "After all, she is quite the little torturer."

When you wake up, you're unsurprised to find Jax by your bedside. You are surprised, however, to learn that he knows about your past thanks to your brothers promising bloodshed. You groan, but then remember Abel. And after assurances that Abel is fine, you relax.

You're anxious to know where you stand with Jax as he explains why you ended up in the hospital. He feels guilty for not telling you what was really going on or putting you on lockdown, along with the club, but you don't blame him for what happened. Dating the President of an MC, you were bound to be pulled into the violence sooner or later, and with your past you knew you could handle it.

When he runs out of steam, it's your turn to start apologizing for not telling him about your life with the cartels. You make sure he knows that you would have never endangered Abel, and if your past had come calling, you would have made sure that they were protected at all costs. Jax assures you he's not mad, but he did wish you would have told him given you knew about the roles some of his brothers played in the club.

But what's done is done, and Jax is more interested in what you plan on doing since your brothers have gone quiet after calling him to inform him that they've got a majority of the MC tucked away in a building that no one can hear the impending mayhem.

"They broke into my home and put a bullet in me just to get to Abel and send a message to you," you say, expression turning thunderous. "The one who shot me doesn't get to walk away. Hell, the ones who fuckin' raised a gun in Abel's direction are lucky that they'll be limping away after I'm done."

"Limping away?"

You slowly smirk at him, lowering your voice. "I'm not gonna draw out my punishment, but my brothers and my uncles' men sure as shit ain't gonna sit back. They're gonna make sure they get the message that they fucked with the wrong people."

Jax huffs a laugh and then ends up staying for as long as the nurses would let him, only leaving when YN's brothers came or he had to go pick up Abel so he'd see that YN was fine for himself.

Then after two and a half days, you're released.

You're still sore, but you've got nothing but vengeance on your mind. When your brothers send you the address of where they're holding several individuals for you to interrogate, you get dressed and head for Teller Automotive.

Some of the guys are surprised to see you up and about, but you wave off their concern as you continue towards the club portion of the shop.

The usual sweetbutts are milling about, cleaning up and most likely getting ready for a party since it is a Friday. You spot Jax and Juice at the bar as Juice taps away on a laptop.

"Boys," you greet as you walk up behind them. "Whatcha workin' on?"

Jax turns in his seat, eyes subtly widening as he stands. "You're out! Why didn't you call me?" He's quick to carefully take you in his arms, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Because if I'd have called you, you'd have taken me home and coddled me."

"Well yeah. You were shot."

"I got shit to take care of, Teller, and I'm not wasting another day."

"Then what are you doing here?"

You shrug. "I just thought that you'd want to see the MC face their consequences."

"Now? You're going to do that now?" He asks, his gaze darting down to your covered abdomen.

"Yep. "My brothers procured a place just on the outskirts of Charming where we won't be interrupted. You in?"

"Well, yeah. Obviously."

"Good. Then gather whoever's in and follow me."

As you sit in your car, you watch Jax as speaks with several of brothers to see who he's going to leave in charge. And after everything is settled, only five follow Jax to their motorcycles- Opie, Happy, Juice, Tig, and Chibs.

You start your car and start to drive, pausing by the gate until Jax and the others start to roll out. You take off, keeping your speed down as you drive through the town. But the moment you get to the road leading out of Charming, you step on the gas and race towards the location your brothers sent to you.

You drive along an empty stretch of road until you turn down a dirt road which is surrounded by empty crop fields that have seen better days. The road leads up to a dilapidated farmhouse, a very rusted horse corral, and behind all that is a barn where several vehicles have parked.

You park and get out, waiting for Jax to find the perfect spot to park their motorcycles. Once they do, you wait until they gather around.

"I know this started off as club business, but now it's cartel business. I can't have you questioning me in there."

"This is your playground," Jax says. "We're just here for a show."

You nod and then turn towards the barn doors, pushing them open with the help of Chibs and Tig when they get stuck. Inside, several men are hanging about on turned over crates or bales of hay, some even sitting at a small wooden table playing cards. Music plays softly in the background, but it's cut off the moment your presence is noticed.

Immediately, every man and woman scramble to their feet as you approach.

In the middle of the barn, there's a line of eight men with burlap sacks over their heads sitting in chairs with their wrists tied down to the armrests and ankles tied to the legs. Walking down the line of men, you snatch the sacks from their heads.

"Wakey, wakey, motherfuckers." Each man is clearly exhausted, agitated, and pissed off.

You save the MC President for last, smirking as he sneers at you. "Stupid bitch." He seethes. "Let us go. Right now."

"Bitch," you muse. "If you're going to insult me, at least call me a cunt. Or whore. Those words have much more of an impact."

"Cunt."

Your fist whips out, striking him across the face so hard that his head jerks to the side. He turns to glare back up at you, spitting blood that lands on your pant leg. "Now, now. If you're going to insult me again, at least be creative about it. Your lack of creativity is sorely disappointing." He roars at you, trying to free his wrists and feet, but you merely laugh and continue to pace in front of his men. "Now I'm sure you're all wondering why you're here and it's quite simple, really." You stop pacing, expression hardening. "You fucked with the wrong woman."

Then like a switch has been flipped, you go back to smiling and pacing, gesturing wildly as you talk. "Normally I wouldn't touch MC business with a ten foot pole, but you fuckers messed up. You broke into my home and went after a child under my care- a child that I hold very near and dear to my heart. So, now your piss poor attempt at taking over territory that doesn't belong to you has now come under cartel jurisdiction, and I will make sure that any stupid motherfuckers who dares to come after the Sons of Anarchy will pay a price."

"Fuck that. We didn't cross any cartel!"

"Oh honey," you mockingly coo as you come to a stop in front of the one who spoke. "I am part of the cartel." Turning around, you walk towards a long table and lift the cloth laying atop of it. Beneath the cloth, there's a variety of weapons. You tuck a glock into the back waistband of your jeans and then grasp a dagger in your dominant hand. Then turning to walk back towards the bound men, you smirk. "Now what I want are the assholes who attacked me and dared to point a gun at a child. You give me those men and the rest of you can walk out of here."

Silence.

Dead fuckin' silence.

"Nothing?" You chuckle. "Come on, guys. Give 'em up. I swear it's not worth protecting them. I mean, I can probably figure it out. Eyes are windows to the soul and all that rot. You might have been wearing masks, but I still remember those cowardly glints very well."

"Fuck you! I ain't no coward."

"Bingo!" You shout, pointing the tip of your blade at the culprit. Walking up to the guy, you can't help but laugh as he realizes his mistake and clamps his mouth shut. "One down, one more to go."

"I ain't telling you shit."

"No?" Switching the dagger to your other hand, you pull the glock free from behind your back. You step close to the man, taking aim at his crotch. "Are you sure about that?"

He cruelly smirks. "You're all talk and no-"

BANG!

The guy immediately starts screaming, his buddies struggling in their chairs, and you laugh. When you glance around the room, you see those you consider family chuckling and the Sons cringing in sympathy as they cover their crotches. You walk around so you're standing behind the screaming fool, swapping the dagger and gun in your hands so the dagger is back in your dominant hand. "Going once… going twice…" He continues to scream, and you sigh when no one else speaks up.

And then before anyone can comprehend what you've done, you've dragged the blade across the guy's neck.

As he gurgles on his blood and his friends shout obscenities at you, you walk around so you're standing before them once again.

"That's three of my men you've killed already," the President says. "I think fair's fair."

"I want the last one," you say. "One last guy and you're good to go."

No one says anything, but the President's expression hardens. There's a cold glint in his eye that you're very familiar with, and you know that should he walk out of these barn doors, he'll do anything and everything for revenge. "Samuel. I sent Samuel."

The Samuel in question squawks and you smile beautifully at him over the shoulder before staring at the President once more. "Harsh. Selling out your own guy like that." You saunter up to him, sighing. "But he's the thing; I hate snitches."

Then before the President can blink, you take aim and pull the trigger. The bullet hits him right between the eyebrows.

The struggling, bound men all seem to cease movement and you turn towards them. "Now that that's out of the way…" You walk back towards Samuel, scoffing at his whimpering. "You might get to live today, Sammy, but not without something to remember why messing with the Sons a big no-no."

"And w-what's that?"

You slowly smile. "Open your fist, Samuel. Lay your hand flat against the armrest."

His eyes widen as he whimpers, but he hesitantly does as you've said. Then when his hand is nice and flat, you drive your blade through the back of his hand, pinning it to the arm rest.

As he screams, you sneer at him and then start to make your way towards the Sons. On your way, you hand off your gun before coming to a stop in front of Jax and pasting on a smile as you glance at each Sons. "Who's hungry?"

"Marry me," Happy grumbles.

You laugh at him, winking, and then glance back at Jax. "You're a little psycho," he says.

"Only when the occasion calls for it. But seriously, can we go get food?"

Jax laughs as he sidles up to your side, sliding an arm along the back of your shoulders. "Do burgers sound good?"

"Burgers sound marvelous. I also want a vanilla milkshake."

"Good. We'll go grab some and surprise Abel. He's been itching to go to your house again."

"Ugh. Your kid is so adorable. But maybe let me settle in before you grab him. My abdomen is on fire and if we tell him I'm sick, maybe he won't be so hyperactive."

"Let me see."

Begrudgingly, you lift the hem of your shirt and glance down. Sure enough, you've bled through your bandages. "New plan; No Abel."

"What? But-"

"Nope." Jax squeezes you to his side as you sigh. "You're gonna go home, Chibs will follow to patch you up, and I'll go pick up some food. Abel can go one more day without seeing you."

"Boo."

The Sons chuckle.

"What about us?" Juice asks, gesturing between himself, Tig, and Happy.

"I don't care, Juice. Do whatever you want."

As they head towards their motorcycles, Jax walks you to your car.

"So, are you really okay with this?" You ask. "Okay with me and all that I'm capable of?"

"Yeah." Jax nods. "More than okay, actually. It's good to know that should shit find its way to your doorstep again, you'll handle it."

"Damn right I will." You swing around so you're standing in front of Jax, arms wrapping around his waist as his go around your shoulders. "I will protect Abel with my life again and again. Never doubt that."

"Just Abel?" His eyebrow arches.

"You're a close second," you muse. Leaning up on the tips of your toes, you peck his lips. "Now seriously. Food, Teller. I need food."

"Yeah, yeah." He kisses you again. "Go home and get settled. I'll be there soon."

[mysticalmallard]

Silence

Description: Happy is in a bad mood, he doesn't want to talk about it.

Word Count: 839

Warnings: none just Happy being a grump

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Happy was in a sour mood for some reason. He was sitting on the couch in his apartment. He wore only jeans, and was glaring at the wall behind the TV, like he could set fire to it through the power of his thoughts alone.

His girlfriend wandered in, took one look at his expression and frowns a little . She crossed over the floor and leaned against the arm of the couch right next to him.

"Babe, something up?" She asked, reaching out to gently caress his shoulder. Her touch usually served to soothe his temperament, but today it was not having the same effect. His frown deepened slightly and he didn't react beyond a tiny huff out his nose as she touched him.

She was beginning to get a little worried. Happy was usually a very pleasant, but somewhat stoic person. He didn't often get into moods like this, but on the rare occasions that he did, they were often rather intense. She knew from past experience it was best to let him talk when he was ready, rather than trying to badger him into talking.

So, she stayed where she was, patiently stroking his shoulder and back like you would in an attempt to placate an irate animal, but it seemed to have no effect.

Happy sat in absolute silence for several minutes before he finally spoke."Bad day," he grunted finally.

His girlfriend didn't outwardly react to his words, but internally, she was a little relieved. The fact that he was at least talking was, in her experience, a good sign. She was careful to keep her replies low and soft, not wanting him to think she was trying to aggravate him.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked gently.

"Don't really feel like talking," he replied, a slight edge in his tone. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs.

While not necessarily an angry gesture, it wasn't a particularly positive one either. Happy wasn't the kind of man to share his emotions openly, even with the woman he loved.

He sat back against the couch, stretching out his long legs with a hefty exhalation as he did so. He remained sitting like that for a moment, just listening to her moving around in the kitchen.

She hums, standing walking into the kitchen.

Happy's eyes flicked up to follow her as she walked away. He watched in silence as she padded into the kitchen, disappearing from view, the sound of the floor creaking slightly under her feet.

After a moment or two of silence, his girlfriend returned, carrying two bowls full of cereal. Happy immediately recognized them as his favorite, prompting a slight raise of his eyebrows in surprise.

He hadn't expected her to do something so considerate, his foul mood leading him to believe she would likely be just as pissed at his behavior as he was.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched her put the cereal down on the coffee table and turn on the TV.

Cartoons flickered to life on the screen, which only furthered his smile.she grab her bowl and joins him on the sofa next to him but still making sure to leave space between them, not saying a word. Happy eyed her silently, studying her profile as she watched the cartoons with an air of calm patience.

Her lack of reaction to his mood was perplexing to him. His ex's would usually comment on his grumpy mood in a teasing manner, yell at him for ignoring them, or at the very least ask him to lighten up. Yet, she said nothing, simply sitting there, eating her cereal.

He felt his frown gradually soften somewhat, the calm atmosphere and the cartoons slowly beginning to have a positive effect on his mood. He remained quiet for a few more moments as they sat in silence, the only sound being the chirping of cartoon characters and the quiet clinking of their spoons against their bowls.

The longer he sat there, the more her lack of reaction began to feel like an absence instead of a presence. It was strange not having someone poking at him to talk about his feelings. It wasn't entirely unwelcome, but it was certainly different.

He glanced over at her again, taking in her composed expression, the curve of her jaw, the way stray strands of her hair dangled over her shoulder.

Then, he did something unusual, even for him.

He wordlessly scooched himself closer to her until their bodies were almost touching.

She looked up at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes, her gaze flicking from the cartoons for the first time since she sat down. The faintest trace of a smile tugged at her lips, betraying her otherwise neutral expression.

She didn't move away when he shuffled up to her, allowing his shoulder and hip to press against hers. She waited patiently, not commenting, not questioning, just content to be close to him.

[menminha]

Aggh já tem muito tempo que eu quero postar sobre isso..

Rob Lucci soa MUITO como um ex revoltado tóxico que não superou e não aceita o fim do relacionamento e quer e faz de tudo pra chamar atenção do Luffy.

Kssksksksk é só eu que pensei nisso? Por favor me diga que não!

Aggh I've been wanting to post about this for a long time now..

Rob Lucci sounds A LOT like a toxic angry ex-boyfriend who hasn't gotten over it and doesn't accept the end of the relationship and wants and does everything to get Luffy's attention.

Kssksksksk is it just me who thought of that? Please tell me no!

Ele tem até o Perfil de namorado tóxico ksksskk (é meme

He even has a toxic boyfriend profile lol (it's a meme

Zoro realmente não gosta nada disso...

Zoro really doesn't like any of this... 👀 😛😜😜

[feckcops]

What does it mean to erase a people – a nation, culture, identity? In Gaza, we are beginning to find out

“Earlier this month, Gaza’s oldest mosque was destroyed by Israeli airstrikes. The Omari mosque was originally a fifth century Byzantine church, and was an iconic landmark of Gaza: 44,000 sq ft of history, architecture and cultural heritage. But it was also a live site of contemporary practice and worship. A 45-year-old Gazan told Reuters that he had been ‘praying there and playing around it all through my childhood‘. Israel, he said, is ‘trying to wipe out our memories’.

“St Porphyrius church, the oldest in Gaza, also dating back to the fifth century and believed to be the third oldest church in the world, was damaged in another strike in October. It was sheltering displaced people, among them members of the oldest Christian community in the world, one that dates back to the first century. So far, more than 100 heritage sites in Gaza have been damaged or levelled. Among them are a 2,000-year-old Roman cemetery and the Rafah Museum, which was dedicated to the region’s long and mixed religious and architectural heritage.

“As the past is being uprooted, the future is also being curtailed. The Islamic University of Gaza, the first higher education institution established in the Gaza Strip in 1978, and which trains, among others, Gaza’s doctors and engineers, has been destroyed, along with more than 200 schools. Sufian Tayeh, the rector of the university, was killed along with his family in an airstrike. He was the Unesco chair of physical, astrophysical and space sciences in Palestine. Other high-profile academics who have been killed include the microbiologist Dr Muhammad Eid Shabir, and the prominent poet and writer Dr Refaat Alareer, whose poem, If I must die, was widely shared after his death ...

“As the ability to tell these stories publicly comes under attack, so do the private rituals of mourning and memorialisation. According to a New York Times investigation, Israel ground forces are bulldozing cemeteries in their advance on the Gaza Strip, destroying at least six. Ahmed Masoud, a British Palestinian writer from Gaza, posted a picture of him visiting his father’s grave, alongside a video of its ruins. ‘This is the graveyard in Jabalia camp,’ he wrote, where his father was buried. ‘I went to visit him in May. The Israeli tanks have now destroyed it, and my dad’s grave has gone. I won’t be able to visit or talk to him again.’

“A memory gap is forming. Libraries and museums are being levelled, and what is lost in the documents that have burned joins a larger toll of record-keeping. Meanwhile, the scale of the killings is so large that entire extended families are disappearing. The result is like tearing pages out of a book. Dina Matar, a professor at Soas University of London, told the Financial Times that ‘such loss results in the erasure of shared memories and identities for those who survive. Remembering matters. These are important elements when you want to put together histories and stories of ordinary lives’ ...

“This is what it would look like, to erase a people. In short, to void the architecture of belonging that we all take so much for granted so that, no matter how many Gazans survive, there is, over time, less and less to bind them together into a valid whole. This is what it would look like, when you deprive them of telling their story, of producing their art, of sharing in music, song and poetry, and of a foundational history that lives in their landmarks, mosques, churches, and even in their graves.”

[girlactionfigure]

One of three women convicted of a terror offence for displaying images of paragliders at a pro-Palestine march is a Palestinian author and drill rap fan who was granted asylum in the UK because her family were critical of Hamas. 

Heba Alhayek, 29, and her fellow protestor Pauline Ankunda, 26, attached stock images of paragliders to their backs on October 14 - just seven days after Hamas terrorists used paragliders to enter Israel before randomly slaughtering 1,200 people. Noimutu Olayinka Taiwo, 27, stuck one to the handle of a placard.

Alhayek, who grew up in Gaza before being granted asylum in the UK, is described in an online profile as an ‘author, creative and facilitator’ who studied an MA in Social Anthropology at SOAS and has a creative writing qualification.

The biography says her thinking is ‘rooted in anti-nation-state, decolonial, queer, Afrikan feminist thought’ and ‘navigates topics such as disposability, Global South solidarity movements, land justice, Palestinian drill music, and more.’ 

She, Ankunda and Taiwo were charged under the Terrorism Act with carrying or displaying an article to arouse reasonable suspicion that they are supporters of banned organisation Hamas,

After they were found guilty today following a two-day trial, the Crown Prosecution Service said displaying the images amounted to the ‘glorification of the actions’ of Hamas - despite a veteran Guardian journalist appearing to give evidence in their defence. 

@antisemitismtoday2

[redwood-orginals]

is anyone still interested in SOA imagines or anything? if so, hmu, ready to get back to writing after so many years 🤣🤣 you can check out some of my other work on my profile, search each persons name and their work will pop up!! 🥰 (also does not have to be just SOA, hit my inbox and ask me who I’ll write about, there’s a long list!!)

[hydrxnessa]

<< doors senVerse AU // Masterpost !! >>

been meaning to make this for a while, so hey here we go~

>What is Doors senVerse AU? Doors senVerse AU is an alternate universe of the popular game Roblox: DOORS; a game set in a mysterious hotel full of entities that inhabit the place, all set out to hinder your journey. The AU is a reimagined version, where all entities are redesigned into a more creature-like and tangible form (with few exceptions). Unlike the game, they regularly interact with each other! Friendly and rivalries alike. For now, the 'player' here is Sen, who is the protagonist we follow along their journey. It is simply a fun AU I made to adore the silly little entities that reside within the Hotel. A new perception on them, if you will. Some may be friendly, while others may not. Be wary as you traverse through this mystical Hotel.

Below will be some links to tags, comics etc. that you might find useful to view. Do note that not all linked comics are considered canon to the universe (generally anything before July 2023 I no longer deem canon). Enjoy your stay~

ToyHouse link! -> (All art of entities (excluding comics) are found here in an archive-way! More may appear later on. Will be considering adding info about each entity to their respective TH profiles) Doors senVerse tag // (Archive version) -> (All art relating to the senVerse AU is tagged with this!) Doors senVerse ask tag // (Archive version) -> (Self-explanatory.)

--- /// Comics below~

Doors senVerse AU: Solitude (may change this in the future) is the currently running comic on this blog! It is the revamped iteration of the AU, and starts all the way from the beginning: when Sen steps out of the elevator. See the Hotel from a different perspective, and meet the peculiar entities through his eyes. You are able to send in asks for the comic! Sen Doll will be in place as a mouthpiece for your asks~ (Slightly on hiatus due to school x3)

-> Prologue -> Chapter 1 (parts 1-8) -> Chapter 2 (parts 9-?)

- 💜 are longer comics, split into multiple parts, or have more panels/pages. May be linked to other comics. - 🧡 are shorter comics, generally less than 4 panels. - 💗 are lighthearted comics. Ambiguous if considered canon. (Generally for asks) - 🖤 are less lighthearted comics. May be angst. - 🤍 are comics no longer canon to the senVerse AU.

These are in chronological posting order!

-> 🤍🧡💗We call it .. A-120? -> 🧡💗Seek chase -> 🤍💜💗Light reunion -> 🧡💗Don't see the appeal -> 🤍💜🖤State of Agitation [A-90] -> 🤍💜🖤Dents (followup to SoA) -> 💜🖤Breathe -> 🧡💗Another universe? -> 🧡💗Dog cone -> 🧡💗Jar -> 🧡💗Can't get mad at you &lt;3 -> 🧡💗Pet the Rooms entities -> 🧡💗More like a cat .. -> 🧡💗Gloves -> 🧡💗Pet the Rooms entities 2 + 3 -> 🤍💜🖤Hold back -> 💜🖤Constrain the Chains (unfinished, p1-2) -> 🤍💜🖤Scary guard dog -> 🧡💗Having a good time -> 🧡💗Screech babysitting -> 🧡🖤Broken sword -> and more~

[ciceroprofacto]

Are you aware that SOA is on Goodreads?

I had to look up what that was because I’m having a hot girl summer and by that I mean I’ve disappeared into a swamp so no I was not aware. obviously that author profile isn’t legit and if anyone’s copying the text of the story anywhere it costs money to read I wanna know about that IMMEDIATELY, but it seems like there isn’t? a Amazon or apple play or Google books or whatever posting of it? it’s not really a big deal unless there’s something like that out there.

[todayisafridaynight]

No you're right, the file naming system helped a great deal in terms of being able to verify ages and certain events on the timeline (even some minor characters like Ushio have them, which is neat). Because like, Hoshino does specify in-game that Arakawa was 14 when he killed Toshio, but without a year that's not exactly helpful...

You normally have to do a lot of mental gymnastics to figure out Arakawa's age, to the point the only official profile that listed his age was wrong, so it was a HUGE find to have those straightforward numbers at the time (even if they aren't 100% accurate; Jo probably shouldn't be 21 with how Yokoyama says he ages his characters by year without setting birth dates, and Arakawa's 25 model is used for more scenes where he's not 25, But You Know).

#whats interesting is that arakawa's 90's-2000 model doesnt have an age attached to it. dont ask a woman her age ig idk <- this killed me but it also reminds me they did this unironically with Saeko

Actually wait forget the entire rest of this ask I wanna talk about what was going on with these profiles... they were SoA exclusives... but like girl... wrong age (he's 62 not 63)... favorite food is To Be Fair Something He Talks About LIKE It's His Favorite but is still a dish he's only had once in his lifetime... no hobbies or special abilities... trying to sassily sidestep not knowing Saeko's age... inability to decide whether to present alcoholism as a hobby or favorite food... ONLY Adachi having a disliked food...

Nanba and Ichi's are okay though :) but these crushed my soul for real if you can't trust a character profile what can you trust😭

Anyway If Nothing Else I hope you enjoy these relics :) I'm gonna go write in about stuff I forgot to mention before bye

leaving rn i totally forgot hoshino says arakawa's age BYE is it evident i havent watched the cutscenes outside of the arakawa family in a hot minute. cause its been A Hot Minute

jo's model being labeled 21 did make me scratch me head tho so im glad im not insane for thinking it was a Questionable label (even if i expected myself to be wrong about SOMETHING in that post anyway LMAO)

the official bios are gutting me tho like yeah i GUESS alcoholism is a hobby but im sure bestie has more than that.... like her age..... cmon now...

[hadeschan]

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VERY RARE Pra Somdej, Pim Prok-pho, Lang Pra Sivali, Nua Pong Namman  Lai Sua, Luang Phor Khom, Wat Phai Rong Wua. A tiger skin color holy powder blended with tung oil Buddha amulet with figure of a meditating Buddha seating under a Bodhi Tree, and in the back is with an imprint of Pra Sivali Arahant on his pilgrimage. Made by Luang Phor Khom of Wat Phai Rong Wua (Wat Photaram), Suphan Buri Province. The consecration / Blessing Ceremony was held at the temple of Wat Phai Rong Wua on Soa Ha Day of BE 2505 (CE 1962), attended by Luang Phor Mui of Wat Don Rai, Luang Phor Guay of Wat Khositaram, and other guru monks of the period. And the style of this amulet is the prototype of later work of Luang Phor Guay’s amulets with imprints of Pra Sivali in the back.

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Pim Prok-pho

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Pra Sīvalī

Pra Sīvalī is a Buddhist arahant or arhat widely venerated among Theravada Buddhists. He is the guardian saint of travel and is believed to ward off misfortune at home, such as fire or theft. His veneration predates the introduction of Theravada Buddhism into present-day Myanmar (Burma). Shin Thiwali is typically depicted standing upright and carrying a walking staff, an alms bowl and prayer beads.Born to Queen Suppavasa, Shin Thiwali is believed to have remained in his mother’s womb for seven years because of past karma.After a week in labor, Sīvalī’s mother gave birth to a precocious boy who could immediately speak. Thereafter, Buddha’s chief disciple Sariputra admitted Sīvalī into the Sangha. The Burmese believe that he is still living, that he can be invoked to come by a special incantation and that his mere invisible presence will bring them prosperity and good fortune

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- A Klot, a long-handles umbrella with mosquito net means having happy and peaceful life. Thais also believe that Klot provides protection of all perils, disaster, danger, misfortune, and bad spirits beyond existing limits.

- An alms bowl means having endless food with wealth and prosperity.

- A cloth bag means having plenty of 4 basic necessities of life.

- A talipot fan is a Fan of Rank means having a salary raise and career promotion.

- A Kettle means having happiness and unity in your family, and an improvement in your career without shortcomings and problems.

- A string of rosary means having silver and gold beads (wealth fetching).

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Thais believe that people who were born on this day would be protected by Thep Pra Sao Devaraj (God of Saturday), Thep Pra Sao was created by Hindu Lord Shiva. Lord Shiva crushed 10 of great Tiger Kings into powder, and wrapped with purple and black pieces clothes, sprung with elixir of immortality. The Saturday people were born with auspicious blessing from Thep Pra Sao Devaraj with prestige, and power to win over all difficulties in life.

Thep Pra Sao Devaraj AKA Saturn is the sixth planet from the Sun and the second-largest in the Solar System, after Jupiter.

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[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒂𝒄𝑮𝒚𝒗𝒆𝒓 & 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒚: 𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

                                                        – 🛠 –

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     “Honey, we can’t wait either!”

                                                        – 🛠 –

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

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

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

        “Alright, alright, fair enough-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   “Pardon?” You said, squinting your eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Just don’t go too fast, ‘kay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ofcourseiwillmydarling]

Hi loves I know its been a hot minute since we talked (and I apologize!!!) so I thought I'd hop on with a little update ♡

Classes started again and I've been busier than I thought I would be lol but still, its just the beginning so I should be able to post semi - regularly !

The main reason why I haven't been posting is because i currently do not have wifi but it should be fixed by tomorrow (hopefully) so we will be back on schedule 🫡❤️‍🩹

I will soon update my writing list & profile (waiting 4 october so I can have a spooky theme eheh ) . As if of now, I currently am working on a request about Jax Teller & I should be able to post it next week!

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! As I said before I plan on making an actual list on the characters - shows I will write for but for now this should suffice !

SOA - MAYANS

THE BIKERIDERS

SUPERNATURAL

THE WALKING DEAD

WOLVERINE

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Speridian Technologies - Overview, CEO, Products, Business

Speridian Technologies is a private company and Speridian Technologies is classified as a Non Government company. Speridian Technologies is a Information Technology And Services (ITES) based company and has headquarters in Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States. Speridian Technologies has 881 employees working in various departments like Sales, Marketing, HR, Finance & Operations. It was founded in 2003. Speridian Technologies specialises in Siebel Crm, Oracle Soa, Healthcare Solutions, Oracle Fusion, Enterprise Mobility Solutions For Smartphones And Tablets, Oracle Open Ui, Mdm, Application Integration, Systems Integration & Application Development, Infrastructure Management Services Get Meesho company profile, CEO, top employees, contacts on EasyLeadz. Speridian Technologies contact number is (0471) 2700526

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Company Profile

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Guangzhou Sintai Communication Co., Ltd, which was founded in early 2013, is specialized in the optical transmission field with R&D, production, sales and customer service. And shortly after that our OTNS8600 optical transmission network system was brought to the market. Especially, we were the one of the first companies to provide 100G wavelength division products with professional solutions in the industry in 2015. We’ve been dedicated to providing optical transmission network systems and optical transmission optimization solutions and have become one of the top optical communication products manufacturers and service providers in China.

 We are committed to providing integrated optical transport network systems and optical transport optimization solutions, and our products mainly contain the WDM/ OTN systems (10G/ 25G/ 40G/ 100G/ 200G WDM system, 5G fronthaul transmission WDM systems), optical amplifier system (OEO/ EDFA/ SOA), optical protection system (OLP/ OBP/ FMS), passive optical device (AWG/ CWDM/ DWDM MUX&DEMUX/ DCM/ Splitter) and optical transceivers (SFP/ SFP+/ SFP28/ QSFP+/ QSFP28/ CFP/ CFP2). They are widely used by telecom operators and private network industry customers, including ISP, electric power, IDC, education, transport, radio and television, network security, big data and cloud services, etc.

 Our products have its patented technology through our independent R&D and won the authorized certification, such as the design patent certificate, software copyright register certificates and series of quality management and test certificates.

 After years of development, our products and services have extended to various industries at home and abroad. Our company base is at Guangzhou with branches at North, Northwest and East China. And the establishment of brand advantage has promoted the construction of our international marketing network. The awareness of Sintai is continuously increasing in the key markets. Our overseas business has extended to Europe, Middle East, Southeast Asia, North America, South America, Africa and so on.

 In order to support our increasing domestic and overseas markets, we have built professional production team, sales team, service team and R&D team to provide the industry-leading and comprehensive products. With many years’ experience of optical communication technology, we are focusing on optical transmission and optical device technology to continuously provide a forward-looking technology development strategy and products with core market competitiveness. And we are dedicated to provide every customer the perfect pre-sales, sales and after-sales service. Customers’ concerns will be always taken good care of by our professional service teams.

 Over the years, Sintai has been centering on offering customer oriented service, high quality products and optimized optical transport solutions in the optical transmission field. Creating value for customers, achieving common development with customers and making contributions to the society will always be the fundamental and mission of the company's long-term work.