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[garbinge]

Charming Life (4/?)

Opie Winston x Teller!Sister OC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller  Chapter Index Word Count: 2.1k 

A/N: A little chapter update for my Jo gal <3 

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, pining, angst, canon level mentions of drugs and jail and death.

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics​ (Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)

Time had passed. It would have been nice to say that things got quiet even if it was because people were mourning, but things got very loud. Loud and messy. Opie dove face first into the club, new people moved into Charming creating anything but peace, especially for SAMCRO, and Joanne had been in a game of hide-n-seek with Micky. Which is why the knock at her door had scared her senseless. It was early, and the knock had strength behind it. She quickly ran through her kitchen, leaping onto the counter top so she could reach the cabinet above the microwave to grab her gun. In an instant she was at the door, gun at her side, ready for whatever was waiting for her on the other side. 

She was relieved to see Opie standing in front of her, sporting his Teller-Morrow shirt and beanie, looking exhausted. 

Her hand twitched to move the gun behind her, a little embarrassed by the show of defense. Opie’s eyes jumped down and clocked it immediately, a frown forming on his face. 

“Everything alright?” It was slight, but his body had inched forward to get a look inside the girl’s house. 

“Yea, sorry. Just with half of the club locked up for whatever bullshit, I’m a bit more on edge.” Her hand raised to run through her hair. Stepping back she opened her bright orange door wider and welcomed Opie inside. 

“On edge?” He questioned, taking in his surroundings still wondering if everything truly had been okay with her. 

A deep sigh left her mouth, “I’m surprised Jax didn’t tell you.” Joanne moved past Opie and placed the gun back in it’s home in the kitchen, then moved to pour a cup of coffee for them both. “Micky’s been a fuckin’ pain in my ass. I don’t know what he wants but he keeps popping up and with everything going on with the club I just haven’t really mentioned it to anyone but Jax. And now, with him and half the fuckin’ club locked up, I’m on my own. I brought Dil to Gemma’s last night.” 

The mug slid on the counter as she passed it to him, taking a sip of her own. 

Joanne stared at his face, she could tell he was trying to figure out what to say, how to make the girl feel safe, or even better ensure she was. But he was falling short of a response. 

“Don’t worry about it, Ope. I’ve been dealing with Micky for years, probably wants a shot in the club for what he describes as easy money or he wants custody of Dil. Both of which aren’t going to happen and I can deal with the fallout of that.” She patted his shoulder to show gratitude. 

“Probably not the best time to ask you what I came here for.” Opie looked over at the girl. He hadn’t taken a sip of the coffee, just fidgeted with the mug, a trait of his whenever he was nervous. 

“Ask away.” 

“I need to run an errand for the guys, since I’m the only one out, it's kind of important. Mary’s going up to see Piney and I don’t have anyone to watch the kids–”

Joanne cut him off, “where are they right now?” She asked since they clearly weren’t with them now. 

“Gemma has them at TM, I know I’ve asked you to watch them a million times, Jo. I’m sorry. You know how things are.” Opie pleaded. 

He was right. Joanne wouldn’t really say he had asked for her to watch Kenny and Ellie lately, she would have described it as pawning his kids off on her. In the beginning she offered without being asked, it was the right thing to do in those immediate moments after Donna’s death. Then as the weeks passed, he asked and she of course obliged, thinking she wanted to help him however she could. But then it became her and Mary’s responsibility, so much so that when Joanne would wake up she would automatically think about Kenny and Ellie’s schedules, their lunches, their routines. Recently, Mary had taken over the main duties, Joanne had gone a little MIA with all the Micky bullshit, which Mary didn’t hold against her, it wasn’t Jo’s job to take care of Opie’s kids. 

“I have to go pick up Dillon from Gemma, anyways. I’m staying at Jax’s today so I can watch, ‘em no problem, Ope.” But there was the problem. When it came to Opie she felt like she had no backbone anymore. He felt fragile. The irony that the big burly man standing in front of her who beat up her school bullies when they were kids and could easily lift 220lbs with ease felt delicate. Joanne didn’t want to be the one to break him, she also wasn’t sure if she wanted to be the one to put him back together so this was the best route to take. 

“I owe you. Pick them up from Jax’s?” He was already moving out the door. 

“Yea, be safe Ope.” 

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The day was long. Joanne was exhausted from constantly looking over her shoulder. The one benefit of being at Jax’s was that it was off the grid to her ex, which allowed her to relax partially. But then there was the whole her brother was in jail thing, he’d been fighting with Clay obviously enough for everyone in Charming to see, and that she had been taking care of 4 kids all day. Tara and Gemma had shown up for the later half of the day, but all the craziness was taking a toll on Joanne. She was currently putting Dillon down to bed on the couch in Abel’s room since he was already sound asleep in the crib when she heard it. The words that completely broke her. 

“I’m here to pick up Opie’s kids. I’m Lyla.” 

Joanne remembers the first time Opie introduced Donna as his girlfriend, she remembers silently pining as he took her to the movies, brought her over the Teller house, even prom. This felt very much like that, maybe worse considering everything going on. There was a part of Joanne, a naive part she realizes now, that thought maybe all the help she was offering up to Opie would make him notice her finally. It was a shitty thought. He had just lost his wife, it shouldn’t have been a thought in Joanne’s head but it was. She didn’t cross any boundaries, any lines, she was just there. But for a split second Joanne felt 18 again. 

Tara and Lyla went back and forth, Gemma had joined in at some point, too. Offering up what Joanne could only assume was a plethora of insults and name calling. That wasn’t what she wanted either. In this moment she wanted to disappear and fade away but what she truly wanted was for Opie to see her. Finally see her. 

Joanne must’ve been standing there for a while because Gemma had approached her. 

“You alright, baby?” That was rare. Joanne thought. Gemma being sweet to her? I guess it made sense, with everything going on, she was keeping those who should could close. 

Joanne snapped out of it, luckily she hadn’t let herself shed tears over the situation so there wasn’t much for her to hide but facial expressions which was a Teller skill she had mastered. 

“Yea, sorry. Just got lost staring at Dillon. She’s growing up so fast, soon she’ll be too cool to be around her mom.” 

Gemma clocked it immediately, another Teller skill, but she knew better than to outright say something to her daughter. “Don’t get too caught up starin’, sweetheart. Sometimes you gotta take action before it’s too late.” Gemma said, looking directly at Jo. 

Jo frowned and Gemma smirked. “Tell her you love her while you still can is all I’m sayin’. You turned 13 and the bitch came with the boobs.” 

Joanne laughed at that, knowing all that bitch came directly from Gemma herself. 

“Your gift to me I’m assuming.” She raised her eyebrows at her mom as she walked past her and back into the living room. 

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Opie had come to pick up the kids pretty soon after Lyla left, sending them to the car while he waited to talk to Jo. 

“I’m sorry about the Lyla thing.” Opie started out saying. 

Jo just shook her head, her mothers words repeating over and over in her head. Jo was done holding back, she had spent the last few months as a doormat for Opie, and while he wasn’t purposefully walking all over her, he was taking advantage of her. 

“What are you doing Ope?” The question was genuine even if it was rhetorical. 

“She’s a single mom, Jo. She’s just trying to make it work like the rest of us. I thought you out of all people would get that.” The words cut like glass. 

Jo let a laugh escape from her lips, one of disbelief. “I’m not talkin’ about Lyla, Ope. You should know me better than that. I’m talkin’ about YOU. What the hell are YOU doing? Those kids need you. You need them. They’re the only things that are going to ground you after what happened. Not the club. Not me. Not Jax. Not Lyla. Them.” 

Opie stood silent. He believed everything Jo said. It helped that she never stuck it to him like this before, so he was able to hear her loud and clear. Not that it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t the same as Jax or Mary shitting on him. 

“I’m sorry.” Those were the only two words he could think to say. 

“Opie, what do you think of me?” Her voice was soft, her arms crossed as the cardigan she wore slowly fell off her shoulders. 

His face fell to a frown, a confused look filled it as he stared at her, his arms crossed too. 

“Or maybe you don’t think of me.” She shrugged, a little taken back by his silence, even though she expected it. “But I’m here. I’m standing in front of you. Begging for you to look at me.” This time her voice raised a little bit. It was a different topic, but it blended together pretty easily. “You want someone so bad, Ope. You don’t realize what’s right in front of you. You’re not alone.” 

“Yea, I am.” The words left his mouth fast, so fast that Jo knew he wasn’t listening to anything else she had said. 

“I’m standing RIGHT HERE, OPIE.” The second half of her sentence was yelled. Her hand forming a fist and moving to point to her chest lightly. “When will you fuckin’ see me.” This time her voice croaked as the tears got caught in her throat. 

“Jo.” Opie said, taking a step forward, one hand going to grab hers. 

She pulled it away immediately. “Don’t.” The single word was harsh and sharp causing Opie to freeze. “Just, don’t. I’m not a second choice. I honestly didn’t even consider this a second chance, but,” Jo thought for a moment, she didn’t think once that this was her opportunity to be with Opie, her only thoughts were to help him grieve, get through a tough spot in life, that’s what friends did, she didn’t want to see him hurt or aching. But that changed when she heard Lyla today. It was apparent Opie was looking for something or someone to fill that hole in his heart, and Jo felt some type of way. Betrayed might have been too harsh, disrespected could have been a close comparison to the emotion she felt, but truthfully, it was invisible. She felt invisible.  “But, I should have known better than to ever think I was being seen by you.” 

Opie took a step back, his face drooped like he was a kid being scolded for something. 

“I’ll be here tomorrow with Tara. Feel free to drop the kids off.” 

And there it was. As much as the both of them differed, they were exactly the same. Falling back into the same actions, same routine, despite anything they said. It was a weakness for Jo, he was her best friend, she had gone all this time being invisible and even though right now he was staring at her completely visible and raw in her emotion, Jo had no faith it would change anything. So she made the choice to continue the sad pathetic pattern of being invisible. 

Opie left with a nod and nothing else. Jo stood there, with her feet planted to the ground unable to move thinking about every word that she had just said to Opie and how none of it mattered. 

[warnersister]

Newborn Days

Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Moments with his wife and newborn son

Bradley looks out through the window in front of him, sat upright in the bed, back against the headboard as he watches the sunrise. The two of you had booked a small cabin on the beach for a few weeks, just while you got your feet here in Miramar. Bradley’s grasp held you closer, he drew his eyes away from the growing horizon and down to where you were sat in his lap. Your head was dipped as you allowed your little baby boy to have his breakfast; eyes closed while he nursed gently on your swollen nipple. Bradley’s heart swelled with love as your tired eyes looked back at him, rocking gently to soothe your new son. He offered a small, loving smile as he leant to kiss your forehead.

He could get used to this.

[chloe-skywalker]

I Know Them Better - Jax Teller

Jax x Fem!Reader

David Hale x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA

Word count: 1,942

Summary: Being Hale’s sister and dating Jax is complicated to say the least. Especially when hale doesn’t know about it

Authors Note: First Jax Teller story! So excited for this. There will be more!!!!

Masterlist

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist

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The sun was breaking through the curtains which in return woke Y/n and Jax up slowly.

“Good mornin Darlin.” Jax smirked as he opened his eyes to see Y/n laying there next to him.

“Back atcha handsome.” Y/n smirked back not even opening her eyes, enjoying being in bed with her man. Since they were currently at Y/n’s house they didn’t have to worry about being interpreted or so they thought.

Right when they both were gonna try to go back to sleep there was a loud pounding on Y/n’s front door. Which made both of their eyes open quickly and widely.

“Are you expecting someone?” Jax asked her.

“Not that I know of. Stay here.” Y/n got up and threw on a shirt and a pair of shorts before glancing back at him and she noticed his nervous and apprehensive look. “I’ll yell for you if I need you, my knight with shining motorcycle.” she teased him.

Y/n walked down the hall and headed over to her front door only to see her brother on the other side causing the racket.

“David.” Y/n said his name in shock, why was her brother at her home she thought as she opened the door and greeted him.

“Y/n.” he greeted back as he entered her home.

“So what’s up brother?” Y/n said loud enough for Jax to hear so he knew who it was and to not come out of her room.

“I need you to be careful around town.” David told her as they stood in Y/n’s kitchen.

“Why? What's up?” Y/n furrowed her brows.

“Samcro’s up to something. And I have a bad feeling about it.” Hale told her annoyed at Charmings local Biker group.

“Why do you hate them?” Y/n questioned her brother trying not to sound upset with him for judgment of the Son’s. But it was hard not to, he judged them and doesn’t even know them.

“They’re criminals Y/n.” He told her simply.

“They may not be completely innocent but they also protect the town David. You have to see that.” Y/n tried with David often but it was hard when she had to not let on to her and Jax’s relationship. 

Y/n could see from her spot standing in the kitchen down the hall and saw Jax listening in to their conversation. He just smirked at her.

“Their good deeds don’t outweigh their bad ones.” Hale stated to her before sighing. “Just be careful okay? I don’t want you to get hurt because of them.”

“Okay. I’ll be careful.” y/n nodded along to appease him. But She wasn’t going to stay away from Jax or the club. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you.” David smiled at her gratefully. He sometimes hated that she was still living in Charming, it made it harder to protect her. “Oh I won’t be able to have our normal weekly dinner tonight. I have to work late.”

“Okay, that's fine.” Y/n smiled at him.

“Bye Y/n/n.” Hale hugged her before heading for the door to leave.

“Bye Bro.” Y/n watched him leave before hearing the front door shut.

“Man, he really doesn’t like us huh?” Jax spoke from the entrance to the hallway.

“Not funny.” Y/n rolled her head to look at him. It was hard for Y/n that she essentially had 2 different lives. Y/n was close to her brother and they normally talked about everything but she couldn’t share with him anything about her relationship because he wouldn’t approved.

“Well, since you're not gonna be busy tonight. Why don’t you come to TM. We’re not having a party but we are all gonna be hanging out at the clubhouse. That way you don't have to be alone and get more time together.” Jax suggested walking over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Jax knew Y/n hated being alone and he’d take any time they could spend together.

“Okay. I don’t like being alone and I miss all the guy’s.” She nodded in agreement looking up at him.

“What about me?” Jax raised a brow teasing her.

“Of course you.” She shook her head with a laugh at his antics, as she headed into the kitchen with Jax on her tail. Y/n grabbed a drink from her fridge as Jax watched her for a moment biting his lip before pushing off of the kitchen wall and leaving the room. Y/n called out at his retreating form. “Where are you going?”

“To pack you a bag.” He called back from down the hall, turning into her bedroom.

“Jax?” Y/n pushed off the counter top to follow him into her room.

“We’re staying the night at the clubhouse.” Jax states.

Y/n raised a brow, she knew all he’d try to pack. She rolled her eyes at his packing taste. “If all your gonna pack is lingerie-”

“I’ll pack other things.” He smiled mischievously.

“Like what?” Y/n asked him with a tilted head, curious to his other thoughts on what to pack.

“Extra of my clothes and you can wear those.” Jax smiled cheekily.

“Hmmm.” Y/n hummed, nodding amused at his answer.

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@ TM  Next Morning

“Aye Lass, Morning.” Chib’s greeted with a nod and a smile upon seeing Y/n exit the dorm hallway.

“Morning.” Y/n greeted the Scottish man with a smile on her lips.

“Hey Darlin, you look good.” Jax looked her up and down as she walked over and he handed her a glass of orange juice.

“Hmmhmm, I’m in your clothes after all.” Y/n hummed smiling up at him knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“You should just wear my stuff from now on.” He smirked with a shrug.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” Y/n laughed, and then her phone started ringing.

“Hey, Whats up?” Y/n said answering her phone upon seeing her brothers name flashing on the screen.

“I need you to come down to the station.” David stated cutting to the chase.

“Why?” Y/n asked confused as to why he’d want her down to the police station?

“Just to talk about something. See you soon.” He wouldn’t say over the phone.

“Bye.” Y/n barley got it out before the line went dead.

“I have to go.” Y/n said looking up at Jax with a tight lipped, slightly sad smile. She didn’t want to leave.

“Nooooo. Why?” Jax whined wrapping his arms tighter around her waist as he sat behind her on a stool.

“Sorry, brother calls.” She sighed getting out of his hold and standing up.

“You gonna be okay, lass?” Chibs asked, they all considered Y/n family. She’d been around since her and Jax were in highschool.

“Yeah. Y/n/n. We could come with.” Tig offered fully prepared to back up the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“Nah, I’ll be okay. Brother just probably wants to rant about you guys anyway.” Y/n waved them off.

“You comin back?” Jax asked as he hands her her keys.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. Love you.” She smiled and leans over to kiss his cheek.

“Love you, too.” Jax squeezed her waist before watching her go.

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“Hey. Why’d you need me down here?” Y/n walked into her brother's office shutting the door behind her before she went to sit down across from him.

“The Son’s are planning something. It’s gotta be big because they’ve been having meetings with every rival gang around. Its gonna be big and its gonna get people hurt. If not killed.” David explained to his sister stressing the possible implications of what he believes is to come.

“Maybe they're making deals to protect the town.” Y/n shrugged. She of course knew what was going on, Jax told her things even she shouldn’t know. But she couldn’t tell her brother that.

He shook his head in denial. “They aren’t. I know them. This is going to have a ton of casualties. Their gonna-”

“Stop! Just stop.” Y/n cut him off having had it with his obsession of making them the bad guys. “I know them better than you do. I know exactly what they do and what they were doing. Because unlike you I actually know them, and no I won’t share what is going on with you. Sorry.”

Hale furrowed his brows. “How do you know so much about Samcro?”

“In fact, whose clothes are you wearing?” He spoke up again. David noticed finally that she was wearing a men's shirt way to big for her, what really got him though was that the shirt had a faded “Samcro” printed on the front.

“I’m wearing Jax’s shirt because He’s my boyfriend. Had been for almost a year.” Y/n let out a stressed breath and just came out with her secret relationship that was only a secret to her brother.

“For fuck’s sake!” David let out angrily shaking his head.

“Shut up and listen.” Y/n told him standing up, taking charge of what was going to be said. “They are good guys. They may be in some not so legal shit, but they're good guys. Either give them a chance or back off some. You're stressing yourself out to unhealthy levels when it comes to Samcro.”

Y/n worried sometimes at how stressed the thought of the Son’s made her brother it was so unhealthy for him.

Y/n got up and stormed out of his office and the station. Right now she only wanted to be around the Son’s. Mainly Jax. Her Jax.

Once she got back to TM  Chib’s was the first to notice.

“Jackie boy. Someone's back and she looks stressed.” Chibs called out as he watched Y/n pull in on the faster side and all it took was one look at her body language to know something happened.

“Don’t think that talk went so good.” Juice commented as they all watched Y/n, the girl normally so calm and mostly relaxed acting very agitated and stressed.

“Y/n/n, what's wrong? What happened?” Jax asked as he approached her halfway seeing how stressed she was Jax pulled her into him for a few moment’s knowing his embrace comforted her.

“He knows about the club’s meetings with the rival MC’s, and he knows about us.” Y/n told Jax stepping out of his hold looking up at him. Jax looked shocked when she mentioned their relationship being outed to her brother. Y/n sighed before telling him. “I couldn’t take it anymore. He noticed my shirt as well. I had to tell him. . . I also told him to back off the club. You're all good guys and he’s stressing over it in unhealthy ways.”

Jax cupped the side of her face, he knew how worried she was about her brother finding out about their relationship. With how much he hate’s Jax and the Son's, how could she not worry. “I know you're worried that you’ll lose him because of our relationship. I’m sorry Darlin.”

Y/n gave him a half smile. “On the bright side we don’t have to hide and sneak around anymore.”

“Come on, Darlin. We missed you.” Jax mirrored her half smile. That was a perk of David now knowing, but Jaxx just wanted to cheer her up at the moment.

Jax wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her over to where the others were. They were her family to and they’d support her no matter what.

Taglist:

@padawancat97 @gruffle1 (sorry I didn't have my list on me and I didn't know if you wanted to be tagged in SOA stuff)

[brunettemarionette]

You had spent the night in the dorms with Opie after a long night at the clubhouse, as you knew your brother and the other members would have been too drunk to realize the two of you sneaking away together.

Leaning up to kiss him while the two of you showered, you let out a low moan as he pins your hands above your head, and a spray of water runs over his back.

Someone knocked on the door, "Hey, Ope, you decent?." Jax calls from the hall; your eyes widen when you hear your brother's voice.

"Uh, just in the shower, brother," Opie yells back, eyes widening as you both realize your secret relationship could be caught. "You need something?"

You hear Jax getting closer as the dorm door clicks open, but he stops outside the bathroom door. "Clay wants us to go down to those warehouses again. So say bye to your lady friend, yeah?"

You grimace as you practically hear the smirk in your brother's tone. "Come on, no time for round two," Jax knocks on the door, laughing as he leaves the room.

Looking up at Ope, you realize that the club is already awake, which means they'll be sticking around to see who had managed to get under Opie's skin enough since he hadn't dated much after Donna.

Opie sighs, glancing down at you. "We're screwed, babe".

[wingedblooms]

The dreams that are answered

When they were children, the Illyrian brothers dreamt of wielding the legendary sword, Gwydion, to slay wyrms and rescue damsels.

And the stars who listened answered those dreams. Feyre slew a wyrm and rescued Rhysand. Nesta rescued Cassian in their book and now, with the release of hofas, has slain a wyrm. These patterns tend to come in threes in Sarah’s writing, like a Welsh triad, so it wouldn’t be surprising if Elain defeated her own wyrm (or better yet, if it yielded to her, like the scaled creatures yielded to Bryce) and she rescued Azriel in their story.

The Starborn blades have been returned to the Night Court for a reason. Nesta has her own trove of blades, and Azriel clearly cannot carry them by himself…

He hasn’t even unlocked the full potential of Truth-Teller’s blade after possessing it for years.

Vesperus, the Asteri in the Prison, makes an interesting comment here that reminds me of the Illyrian brothers’ childhood games. She accuses the Fae of playing with weapons they don’t fully understand. Their minds couldn’t hold all the possibilities at once. But we do know someone whose mind might be able to hold multiple, if not all, possibilities at once: Elain, the seer.

It was Elain who appeared out of nowhere, out of shadow, with Truth-Teller:

She may have opened a portal into nowhere, the void, with her power (which, like the Harp, might influence time and space) while linked to Truth-Teller, allowing her to appear exactly where she was needed, when she was needed to protect her loves ones.

Our damsel made her moment with a legendary weapon count. And it wouldn’t surprise me if we learn that—with her heightened, Cauldron-blessed senses—she can hear the blades singing to each other, tugging at her hidden powers.

And perhaps, when they explore the powers of those legendary blades together, Elain and Azriel will open a portal and travel the space between to places she’s only seen in her dreams.

Because the stars do listen—and dreams are answered.

Special thanks to @willowmeres, @offtorivendell, and @psychologynerd for their inspiring reactions to and thoughts about these connections.

[rebelwrites]

Twenty: Jackson Teller Are You Jealous?

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

“Babygirl,” Charles whispered, running his fingers down the back of my arm causing me to stir in my sleep. “It’s time to wake up.”

“Urgh,” I groaned, nuzzling my face into his bare chest, pulling the duvet over my face to block out the sunlight. I knew what today was, it was the last full day I had with Charles before he had to fly off to The Netherlands. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day?” I mumbled, letting my fingers trace imaginary shapes across his torso.

“As amazing as that sounds, Sunshine, I’ve made plans.” he said softly, pulling the covers away from my face. “I want to spend today with my girl.”

My heart lurched at his words, this man was perfect, “five more minutes?” I asked looking up at him, flashing him my best puppy dog eyes.

He let out a dramatic sigh, “on one condition,” he hummed as that gorgeous smirk appeared on his face, “I get my morning kiss.”

“I’m sure I can make that happen, Mr Leclerc,” I giggled, propping myself up on my elbow before leaning down pressing my lips against his.

The moment I made contact, he swiftly flipped me so I was now pinned between his body and the mattress. He slowly ran his fingers up my arm until he linked his fingers with mine. Our lips moved in sync, neither of us caring about the dreaded morning breath, it was like we were both horny teenagers once again, not being able to get enough of the other.

I felt like I was floating, I was quickly becoming addicted to these lazy morning makeout sessions in bed. There was never any pressure from Charles to take things any further which I was grateful for, he wanted to take things slow and kept telling me we would know when the right time would be. I had no idea how I was going to cope once he had left to finish the season.

The pounding on the bedroom door quickly pulled me from the moment, causing me to groan against Charles’ lips. “I swear he has a radar or something every time we are making out.” I huffed, resting my forehead and his.

“You two coming down for breakfast or what?” Jax called out, barging into the room without waiting for an answer.

Charles instantly rolled off me, making sure I was covered by the duvet.

“Fuck off!” I growled, glaring at my brother. This had become a regular occurrence over the past week, every morning he would barge into my room without a single care in the room and judging by the smirk on his face he knew what he was doing.

“Stop being lazy and get out of bed then.” He laughed, walking across the room, perching on the edge of the bed.

“Seriously, get out of my room.” I snapped, trying to kick him in the ribs but it was no use he was too far away. “Don’t make me call Pops.” I threaten, looking around to see what was in reaching distance for me to throw at his stupid face. Jax held his hands up in defeat as he slowly got up from the bed, exiting the room but leaving the door wide open. “Goddamn, were you raised in a bloody barn or something.” I shouted after him.

Running my hands through my hair I turned to Charles to find him grinning like a dork. “What you laughing at Leclerc?” I hummed, cocking my brow.

“You two so remind me of me and Arthur.” He said softly, leaning over, pressing a soft kiss against my lips. “Now get that amazing ass outta bed.” He winked, rolling out of bed himself.

My heart rate increased, the room felt like it had become ten times hotter and I knew my cheeks were flush, all because of the beautiful sight of Charles moving around my bedroom in nothing but a tight pair of boxers. “Stop checking me out and get some clothes on, Sunshine.” Making his way towards the door he slowly closed it, giving us some privacy once again.

“You gonna tell me what you have planned, ya know so I know how to dress?” I asked, slowly walking over to my closest, making sure I added an extra swing in my step. I was wearing nothing but a red lacy pair of pants and I could feel Charles gaze burning into my ass. “You know it’s rude to stare, Leclerc.” I giggled, looking over my shoulder, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Urm,” he breathed, rubbing the back of his neck, “just wear, fuck,” he paused, his eyes still glued to my body. “Je ne peux pas penser correctement avec toi comme ça chérie. I can't think straight with you like this, darling.” He breathed.

“Maybe that was my plan.” I smirked, turning back to my closest, trying to figure out what to wear. “Unless you want me going out like this then give me some hints.”

“Comfy and casual.”

I started grabbing items from the hangers, laying them over the back of the chair in front of my vanity table. It was already eight am, and for the first time in what felt like forever I had managed to sleep in. It was such a good feeling knowing we wouldn’t be leaving yet, meaning we had time to have breakfast with everyone, so I quickly threw on a pair of shorts and Charles hoodie. The moment I had pulled the garment over my chest Elenor came barging into the room. “I'm getting a lock for this door.” I chuckled, spinning around to see Elenor wearing her Ferrari hoodie and a pair of jeans.

“Come on Uncle Charles, Poppy is making us breakfast.” She beamed linking her hand with Charles dragging him out of the room, luckily he had managed to put some clothes on before she barged in.

“Oh that’s it, forget about your Auntie Nova.” I huffed dramatically, but it was pointless she had already left the bedroom with Charles in tow. Shaking my head, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand making my own way downstairs.

The moment I entered the kitchen a pack of cigarettes was launched at my head. Taking one look at the packet I took a deep breath, I knew I needed to quit but it was a hard habit to break. Pushing the thoughts of quitting to the back of my mind I followed Jax out onto the back garden.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, leaning against the brick wall, placing a smoke between my lips.

“Don’t know what you are talking about.” Jax shrugged, not making any eye contact with me so I knew he was hiding something.

“It’s Charles isn’t it?” I sighed, taking a long drag feeling my lungs fill with nicotine before exhaling. I knew this was coming, I had seen it progressing every day for the last two weeks. Jax wasn’t coping well with being second best. “Don’t lie to me either.”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, finally he looked up at me with a sad look in his bright blue eyes. He didn’t need to say anything, over the years me and Jax had found a way to communicate with each other without words.

“Jackson Teller, are you jealous?” I asked, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

“I know I shouldn’t be but I can’t help it, Nova.” he mumbled, finally admitting his feelings. “Charles came into our life so fast, and don’t get me wrong I am so fucking happy for you but he is all El talks about.”

The long pause told me there was a lot more on his mind, I could see the internal battle that was happening, placing my hand on his shoulder I flashed him a soft smile. “I’m worried, Squirt. I know I told you to just have fun but I can see how much that boy means to you in the short space of time he has been around. You and El adore him and don’t even try to hide it from me. Your smile is brighter, and your laugh is louder when you are with him,” he took a deep breath, blinking back tears. “I’m worried that once he leaves I am going to be left picking up the pieces of the broken hearts of my two favorite girls.”

I had never seen my brother like this before, I felt my stomach tighten, this was partly my fault for getting involved with Charles. Because of me he was spending more time around our family and then Pops invited him and Pierre to live with us. “Jaxy, you are her father and that girl loves the living hell out of you. Yes, she is obsessed with Charles but she was long before he came into town and yes that one is on me.” I said with a slight chuckle.

“Squirt, none of this is your fault so please don’t ever say that again.” Jax said softly, placing his hand over mine. “We all have insecurities right?” He asked, pausing for a moment to take a drag of his cigarette. “I guess mine is the fear of Elenor not needing me anymore. That little girl is my whole life.” His voice was cracking, without looking I knew he was holding back the tears. “She’s all I’ve got.”

My heart was breaking for him, we all have our demons and this one was Jax’s. “Come ‘ere.” I whispered, tossing the cigarette butt into the metal bucket before wrapping my arms around my brother, holding him tight in my arms. “Listen to me, and listen hard.” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair. “That girl is always going to need her daddy, no matter how old she gets, no matter where her life takes her. And I know that because of Pops, I’m all grown up now but noone in this world will ever replace him.”

Pressing a kiss to the top of his head I continued, the feeling of dread was quickly forming in the pit of my stomach, knowing that my time was running out with Charles. “Just focus on El okay, when Char leaves don’t worry about me, I will be okay,” I said not making eye contact with him because the moment I did I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop the waterworks. We both knew I was lying through my teeth but Jax stayed silent letting me continue. “Charles is wanting to take me for the day, I have no idea what he has planned El is not going to be happy that she won’t be able to come with us so she will need you more than ever,” I whispered, loosening my grip on his body, “so if you need to go beat the shit outta something at the garage to make you feel better but don’t let her see you like this, she will get upset and we all know the devil comes out in her when she's losing control of her emotions.”

“I want to go too,” Ellie sobbed, tugging at Charles’ arm as we walked towards the front door. The sound of her cries were breaking my heart, how do you explain to a five year old that someone has to leave?

Charles took a deep breath before crouching down so he was at Ellie’s level. He gently took her little hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “Little bear, I have a special day planned for your Auntie Nova, it’s our last day together for awhile, remember?” he whispered, engulfing El into a warming hug.

“But, But,” she stuttered as her bottom lip started quivering even harder, “it’s our last day together too!” she screamed, forcefully wiggling out of Charles’ arms before running into the living room.

I found myself frozen to the spot as I tried to process what had just happened, out of the corner of my eye I noticed Jax run his hands over his face letting out a heavy sigh. “I should have seen this coming, I should have planned something to distract her today.” he mumbled, flashing me an apologetic smile.

Charles slowly pushed himself to his feet, staying silent as he wandered into the living room. I couldn’t help it as I followed him into the room but stopped in the doorway to give him and Elenor some space.

“Little Bear,” he hummed, crouching in front of the sofa, resting his hand on her knee. “I need to go for work, but I promise I will be coming back, and you can even come out to some of the races. Then you can meet everyone and not just Pierre.”

For a moment I thought his words were going to work but within a split second he cried got louder and Charles had a defeated look on his face, not knowing what to do next.

Jax took a deep breath, wrapping his arm around my shoulders before pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “You guys go, I’ve got her.” he whispered. My heart was weighing heavy in my chest, I was torn on what to do. Part of me wanted to stay here with Ellie, trying to provide comfort but the other half of me wanted to spend as much time with Charles as possible. “Please Squirt, go spend time with Charles. You will regret it otherwise,” Jax whispered, squeezing my shoulder, like he could hear my thoughts.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, Ellie’s words hadn’t stopped rolling around my mind. I wanted to stay in the present cherishing every moment I had with Charles, but every time I did, it hurt too much and I found myself quickly getting lost in my own thoughts once again.

I knew Charles could sense the sudden shift in mood, hell anyone within a 200 mile radius could feel the change. I felt like the worst human on the planet right now, the man standing in front of me had planned the most beautiful day, walking around the lake before stopping for a picnic lunch and here I was worrying about him leaving tomorrow, I could already feel the walls he had smashed down, slowly creeping back up and I was pulling away in order to protect myself.

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[winstonandtellerandortiz]

Would anyone be interested in reading a fanfiction that I want to write? It will be a Sons of Anarchy story. If so, please like or reblog. :) 18+ years old only, please!

[ravennaortiz]

Your Sister

This is the 9th installment of the Not What It Seems Series

Summary: Opie goes to Jax to figure out how why you won't speak to him. As always 18+.

Jax was sitting outside the clubhouse smoking when Opie rode up. "You look rough" stated Jax as Opie hopped up next to him on the picnic table. Opie sighed heavily and ran his hands through his long hair. "Yeah. Your sister hasn't been around to tell me to clean up and shit." mumbled Opie staring at his boots. "Huh. Go figure a crow eater can't keep house" stated Jax feigning shock.

"Funny" replied Opie as he rolled his eyes. "This shit be a lot easier if your sister could learn her place." he added eyeing Jax out the side of his eye. "Careful" warned Jax as he turned to his best friend. Opie put his hands up. "All I'm saying is shes no Donna" stated Opie with a light chuckle to break the tension.

"Yeah Donna was a special type of woman to keep letting you put your dick in every living thing then in her" snapped Jax shooting him a tight smile. "Well you will be happy to know your sister hasn't let me fuck her yet. Which is why I keep "straying". snapped Opie air quoting straying.

"Final warning about how you talk about my sister" growled Jax as he stood up stomping on his unfinished cigarette. Opie rubbed his face before stalking over. "Tell her to come home" he called over his shoulder before riding out of the lot on his bike.

Jax stood for a moment longer before shooting Juice a text telling him to keep his sister out of Charming a bit longer.

[vae1bixy]

Opie Winston x OC {Josie Bethe Teller]

Title - Partner in crime

Wordcount - 3.8k

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

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

Josie Beth wasn’t a push over.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And honestly sometimes she did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello” He said through a yawn.

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

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

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

“In here” She called out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Josie,” He quipped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re honors” He mumbled a bit.

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

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

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

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

Maybe she was more of a Teller then she thought.

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

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

[a-web-of-worlds]

Vesper Radshaw, at your service!!!! Marked by the Eye, avatar of the Desolation, because fuck yeah I am, so don’t mess with me. Work the bar at this vastard’s club some nights, just turned 25, not sure why that pink-haired weirdo wanted me here. Pronouns she/it. If you know my brother or my parents? Hard DNI.

Hello. My name’s Laer Robertson. I’m a human, my pronouns are they/it/he/she, and I’m seventeen years old. I’m not quite sure why I’m here. Emery isn’t, are they? Then I don’t think there’s much point. I’ll be here, but don’t expect me to be active much. Marc would yell at me if I didn’t add not to be weird. So don’t. Bye bye.

Hiiiii, I’m…Rowan. A stranger walked up to me and asked me to put myself in here. Were they one of my whispering friends…? I don’t think so… I’m not sure. I think I’m called an avatar of the…Spiral? That’s what she called it, yes. Didn’t know it had a name... Pronouns are it/its, I think.

Great. This one’s roping me in again. Ignore Macbeth, he seems dead set on being annoying and implicating me. I’m just Lae. Currently touring another universe before I go back to being trapped in that damn cabin forever. Dad, El, if you see this…Never mind. She/her. And if we all gotta say, then I’m a Stranger, I guess. Whatever.

Ah, I’d be Ezra Barnabus. Pleasure to meet you. Some slaughterer approached me, and apparently, I’m meant to be on this website now. Wouldn’t call myself a pushover, this place just seemed interesting. Avatar of the Vast. He/him, though anything is nice. Oh, and could someone make sure that person who dragged me here gets therapy? Something tells me being chaotic online won’t cut it.

Hi!!!! The others say not to talk to strangers, but they also said to bother strangers, and also that I shouldn’t listen to what people tell me to do, and El is a Stranger, so…I dunno. This person told me to make this! I don’t have a name, but people call me Show Pony, or Freak, or Fortune Teller. I’m a puppet of the Web! I just like hanging out with my friends. It/she/he, though if you don’t listen, I guess I get it.

Yes, yes, I know my name’s El1as, and I know you can read it. I’m not fucking dumb, just an android. Unfortunately. Apparently some freak wants me to make one of these accounts. I think it would piss Ilania off. So I’m doing it. He/him. Call me an it and you will regret it.

We’re Laertes and Jack. Well- the account’s just for me. Laertes. Which is…weird. I’m not sure I like it. Macbeth said it had to be just me for…‘lore reasons’? Pronouns are zey/she/they/he. I’m an embodiment of the Corruption, my brother’s my hive. We try to stick together. There used to be others. They’re gone now. We don’t like talking about it.

Aaaand the asshole behind all of this. People call me Macbeth. Yes, I made these folks make accounts, no, I don’t particularly care about the ethics of that. I think you’ll find ethics aren’t something I put much thought into. Other people will make appearances on here, expect lots of iterations of me and the other pink freaks, but we’ll be the constants. Go bananas. Right. He/she/they, Slaughter and Stranger.

You’ll find our ‘canon’ selves here. @laertesthelocalstranger @nobodys-soldier Just don’t let the fourth wall thing get out. Not all of them have as firm a grip on reality as me.

[garbinge]

Secret's Safe

Jax Teller x Ortiz!F!Reader Juice & Sister!Reader 30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 3k A/N: I had more thoughts to make this more of a Juice fic but then.... Jax LOL.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of blood, murder, death, assault, secrets, lying, trauma, abuse.

Word Count: 3k SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

As you opened your eyes, they squinted quickly as the bright sun hit them immediately.  After blinking a few times, they tried to take in your surroundings. You were in the passenger seat of your car, the green signs on the highway were moving extremely quickly past you. It took you a minute to focus to see what was on the signs but soon enough you caught one that said Stockton 75 miles. That meant you weren’t too far off from where you were headed before you ran into the person at the wheel of your truck currently. That thought made you immediately snap your head over to see the blond haired man, hand on the steering wheel, white knuckled, his reaper hat holding back the oiled hair from the sleepless night prior. 

“You look like shit.” You spoke up, clearing your throat as you did, placing his jacket that he had draped over you on his backpack. 

It was the statement he had said to you when you ran into him at the truck stop last night. It was meant to be humorous but once he got a good look at you, he realized it held way more truth than he expected. The genuine concern is what brought him to load his Harley in the bed of your truck, and continue your drive out to Charming for you. 

Staring at the smile growing on his face sent you back to the days you were falling in love with Jax Teller. Back when he had the kutte without the weight of the office patches. 

“Didn’t want you to feel left out.” His voice sent a shiver through your body. It had been half a decade since you last saw him. It made you look him over more closely. His hair was longer, Jax always sported the long blonde look but this was a lot more lengthy than before, like something had happened that led him to forget to get it cut. As you looked at his beard, you thought maybe that was more the sign that things hadn’t exactly been smooth sailing for him. Your eyes moved down to his kutte, despite being new to you, the vice president patch on his right was dirty and worn. 

“You think we could stop somewhere for me to freshen up, I don’t really want to jump scare my brother.” You started to look through your backpack for your toiletries as you spoke. 

“Was planning to go to my place first, I know how you are with him.” His knuckles tightened on the wheel as the sentence left his mouth.  

You weren’t sure whether you were annoyed or comforted by his statement. You knew exactly what he meant, and it was unreal to you that despite the insanity of this situation, you could still fight about the same things you fought about then. 

“And how am I with him?” It was said in a way that you both knew the answer, but you wanted Jax to humor you, or maybe you just wanted to finally win this fight. You stopped your search for whatever in your bag and looked at him, eyebrows raised waiting for an answer. 

“Cautious.” He spoke the word immediately and you felt the argument practically line up in your voice like it was muscle memory. 

Keeping your relationship a secret was ultimately what broke you both up. And that’s what made you move back to the east coast where you and your brother grew up. 

Jax followed up his statement quickly before you could let out a syllable of your argument. “For the record, I get it now. I think I was still a stupid young kid wanting to flaunt my girlfriend around.” 

This was completely new to you. 

You looked him over again and despite the distressed look to it, you caught the fresh stitching. The patch was not only new to you but new to him as well. 

“I guess being the second in command makes you mature.” 

“Makes you see what people can handle, too.” His voice was firm as he spoke, eyes still on the road. 

“He wouldn’t have been able to handle it.” You agreed knowing your brother well. He was fun-loving, caring, hilarious, but he had demons. And if anyone else’s found their way to him, you knew it’d break him because he’d try so hard to take them on his own. Not saying Jax and your relationship was bad, it was surprisingly one of the better ones you’d been in, but you knew by having that, you’d be taking away the one thing that kept your brother stable. 

“He gonna be able to handle what brought you out here?” 

That snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes said it all but he didn’t even need to be looking at them to feel your shock and need for explanation. 

“I saw the blood in the bed of your truck when I was loading my bike. Thought I’d taught you better than to leave behind evidence.” 

“That’s mine.” It was so pointed how you said it. 

That made Jax’s brow arch in curiosity. As fucked up as it sounded, it was relieving to you to be talking to someone who wasn’t shocked by the possibility of mysterious blood or being on the lam from a crime. To be talking to someone who almost found curiosity in the thought of the situation. 

“I got mixed up with this group of friends out east.” He didn’t need to pry the information out of you, this was never an issue between you, sharing your thoughts with each other, talking through everything, was never the problem. Telling other people was. “Real party kids, you know, we were drinking, doing drugs, having a good time, until we weren’t.” You took a deep breath before getting into the depths of the story. 

“We were hanging out on the front porch of someone’s house, it was late, or early, however you wanna describe it, and someone rolled up, I guess someone brought a friend who knew some not so great people.” 

Jax had a feeling he knew where the story was going but he wanted to hear it from your account.

“I got stabbed.” This part of the story was so straight to the point compared to the rest. The context here didn’t matter much compared to the lead up. 

“Still missing the part where you got blood in your truck.” Jax was only saying this because you stopped talking and he knew there were pieces of the story missing. 

This was where it was hard to say what happened, partially because you couldn’t believe how stupid you were to let this happen to begin with, but also since it was traumatic. 

“They tossed me in the bed of the truck and left me there to die.” 

Jax’s grip got tighter against the wheel and he sucked his lips into his teeth, the anger rising as he thought about it. 

“Obviously I didn’t.” You tried to lighten the mood. 

“And you decided to come back here.” Jax nodded, fully understanding the story. 

“After I killed the person who left me to die. Who just happened to be the one who stabbed me.” Again, the words came out with no lead up, just the point. 

Jax’s eyes darted to you when you said it. Funny enough, it was what he expected the situation to be. An ex got abusive, it ended badly, or maybe an accident when you were drunk, but the thought went out once you ended your story. 

“Did–” He was beginning to ask how you handled it, you knew that was what he was wondering. 

“I handled it. No trace. I was coming back here just because I needed my family, needed a familiar face.” 

“Sorry this familiar one looks like shit.” Jax was now trying to lighten the mood. 

“It was an unexpected one too. I wasn’t even going to come to the clubhouse, was going to go straight to a motel and then right to Juice’s.” 

“No love lost, I see.” He let out a laugh. 

“More like too much love lost.” You leaned back in the seat and placed your feet up on the dash. 

__________

You pulled back the shower curtain and wrapped the towel around your body, turning to wipe the fog off the mirror and stare at yourself. The shower brought some life back to your face, but the only thing that was going to make you look well rested was rest. 

As you opened the bathroom door, you started to talk loud, calling out and asking if you could take a nap but your words got cut off as you slammed right into Jax whose hand was raised to knock on the bathroom door. 

“Sorry.” He chuckled and stabilized you by wrapping his hands on your bare arms. 

It was at that moment that the both of you realized this was the closest you’ve been in years. You felt Jax’s breath on your face, it smelt like coffee which made you smile inside. Something about the domesticity of him in his home drinking his morning cup of coffee. 

“I was coming to see if you wanted french toast or waffles.” There was that domesticity again. 

“Jax Teller, who used to burn eggs, is offering me french toast or waffles?” The water was still dripping down your skin as you spoke. 

“Alright.”  his head twisted to the side as he laughed and then looked back at you, his finger now on your shoulder catching one of the stray drops before retracting his hand and looking back at your eyes. “They’re pre-made in a package from the freezer, was just gonna toast ‘em, not get all fancy.” 

“I’ll take both.” 

“Both it is.” He was turning around to go back into the kitchen and you felt your breath exhale the moment he turned. 

You both never got a chance to eat together, he came back to ask you about coffee or orange juice and ended up in his bed. Breakfastless and clothesless. 

As much as it broke you to sneak out, you did it. Sneaking out like this reminded you of what you were trying to leave behind, but now, you had to remind yourself of how safe you felt being here. With Jax. You stepped into the kitchen and saw the toaster housing the burnt french toast accompanied by the burnt waffle in the slot next to it. You laughed and grabbed both, they’d still be better than the junk you were eating on the road. Grabbing a pen you left a note on the table for him. 

Thanks for everything. Taking your burnt breakfast and heading to my brother’s. See you around. xx

With that, you were leaving. It was late afternoon now, meal times didn’t really have a time clock when you were traveling with no sense of time. Driving to your brother’s at this point was like muscle memory, you didn’t have to give it any thought and before you knew it you were there. 

One thing about Juice was that he’d always welcome you with open arms and no questions. Okay some questions, but none that ever felt forced or pointed. 

“Hey! What are you doing here?” He was so chipper and genuinely excited to see you as he opened the door. 

“Refugee looking for shelter.” You smiled back and brought him in for a hug. 

“Come in.” Juice pushed the door open completely and with his free hands moved to grab your bag out of your hand. 

Immediately you felt like a piece of scum in his pristine apartment and you hadn’t even had the grime of the ride on you anymore. “You live here or just showcasing the place?” You teased him. 

He sucked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and made a clicking noise. “I like to keep things neat.” 

“I know we lived in the same house together for years.” You looked at the art on the walls, the only sign that someone made a home of this place. There were pictures of you both, pictures of Juice with your childhood dog, pictures of the club, SOA flags and Harley memorabilia. 

“Hey I have this in my bag.” You smirked and moved to grab your backpack from his hands, he still hadn’t dropped it anywhere likely because he wasn’t sure where it’s place was in his sterile home. 

You pulled the photo out from the side pocket, it was wrinkled and folded, the complete opposite of his. 

“It’s before I started sponsoring, when I just worked at the shop.” He smiled, grabbing the photo from your hands. “You brought me and the guys homemade turkey sandwiches.” 

“You always left your lunch at home.” You shook your head at the memory, “I hated coming by with just food for you.” It was true, you’d make a sandwich for the 4-5 guys that were working that day. It became a sort of bit, the guys were crossing their fingers that whenever Juice was working with them, he’d forgotten his lunch. It helped that you came with a bag of chips and a 6 pack along with the sandwiches. That’s what the picture was. You, Juice, Jax, and Lowell eating turkey sandwiches and washing it down with a beer. 

“Everything okay?” Juice’s voice got solemn as he spoke, still looking down at the photo. 

“It is now.” You nodded with a smile. 

“You need my help with anything?” This time his voice raised an octave, in a more happy way. 

“Just a place to crash.” 

“Second room’s all yours.” He waved his arms in the direction of the room because he knew you were well aware of where it was. 

“I’ll be sure to disinfect my bag before putting it down.” You teased him with a slight push and made your way to the room that used to be yours years ago. 

By the time the two of you caught up, you leaving out the big details that you easily shared with Jax, it was nighttime. He brought you to the clubhouse, excited to share your arrival with the guys, and just happy to have his sister back in town. 

You were plopped on one of the picnic tables as some of the club sat around you, laughing about some joke Tig just said, most of you laughing at him more than with him. Your beer was nestled in your hand as you sipped slow on it, not really feeling like getting drunk much these days. 

“You’re nursing that beer.” Happy’s gruff voice alerted you. It was soft enough that only you heard him. 

“Long drive cross country, it’s making me more tired than anything.” You explained, it was partially true. 

But Happy saw through it. 

“You killed someone.” 

If you had been drinking the beer you would have spit it out by the abruptness of his comment. 

“Excuse me?” You frowned and looked at him, you probably met this member a handful of times but you didn’t know him like you knew some of the other crew. 

“I can tell, you got that vibe.” He nodded his head, his voice extremely raspy. 

“That vibe?” You raised your brows. 

“Yea, that life ain’t hold the same innocence vibe.” He answered you quickly. 

“How would you know what that vibe is?” You were playfully asking now, knowing that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if anyone here knew what you did, but it wasn’t something you were just blurting out. 

He laughed at that and didn’t answer the question. “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me.”

“You freakin’ out our guest, Happy?” Bobby was walking out from the clubhouse, followed by Juice with a new beer for you despite you still not having this one nearly finished. 

“Happy?” You frowned and looked at Juice as you grabbed the beer. 

Happy grinned and lifted his shirt up to show his abdomen littered with smiley face tattoos and suddenly with no explanation at all, every question you just asked in the last 5 minutes was answered. 

“Oh.” You grabbed your nursed beer and finished it off quickly before moving to the new and cold one. 

Before the conversation could continue, the sound of two motorcycles cut the sound of voices out completely. Your eyes moved to see who it was, even though based on who was here now, the options were limited. You caught a glimpse of his long locks when he took the helmet off. Instinctually your eyes jumped to the movement of the person who came in behind him, tall and burly, and despite him still being far back in the shadows, you knew it had to be Jax’s friend Opie. With ease, your eyes moved back to Jax as he brought his hand through his hair. It was oily again, or still, which had you starting to wonder what his day looked like after you left. 

“Jax!” Juice called out from behind you and it brought you back to the current moment as Jax approached, taking off his riding gloves with a big smile on his face. “Look who's back on the west coast.” Juice was beyond excited to tell Jax, the thought of bringing back the days when the group of you would hang out clearly driving his enthusiasm. 

“Yea, I–” Jax was about to say how he ran into you the night before, you knew it, but your eyes went wide and your head shook just ever so slightly as a hint to let him know you didn’t want Juice to know. Luckily you were behind Juice on the picnic table so he wasn’t able to see it but Jax did clearly. 

What wasn’t clear was how he was taking your action. He seemed a little upset, but also he had a slight smirk on his face. 

“Yea, I see that. It’s good to see you.” He changed his sentence, his eyes staring at you. 

Behind him was Opie who clearly was aware of what happened between the two of you and was trying to hide his smirk from the awkwardness between you and Jax that only you three hopefully could feel. 

Jax took a step forward and you moved off the picnic table to stand. His arm raised to bring you in for a hug. 

“Thank you.” You whispered and squeezed him a little extra. 

“No worries, as always, secret’s safe.” 

[warnersister]

Post Show Pleazures (Twizted Bliss) - Rockstar!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

[Bradley Bradshaw x reader, rooster x reader]

Summary: your band was performing as DaggeR 1’s warmup act on their world tour; a group significantly younger than the Nu metal heads - and Rooster thought he could handle having you around, could handle his own hard on’s. But you’re a month in and Manchester proves otherwise.

Warnings: smut, age gap relationship 35//24, degradation, p in v, no protection, oral (m receiving), begging, basically Roo being a perv

This was originally about Munky from Korn, but it didn’t do well so if you’re into Korn maybe check out the original here

Rooster was a respectful guy, he’s midway through his umpteenth fucking world tour for God’s sake, a grown ass man. He kept his distance, stayed way back, promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable; only a young thing after all.

It was all fun and games until it came time for the bands to be introduced to one another. DaggeR 1 had sit in their studio and their manager had put on your music for them all to listen to before they agreed to anything, just like them - a Nu metal mashup with screaming and incoherency every now and then. And they had to admit, you could fucking sing.

And then it was organised, the posters printed, the ads sent out - Twizted Blizter would front for DaggeR 1 in their upcoming tour, formally meeting the week prior in order to get all your affairs straight. “I’m telling you dude she’s real good” Jake said, pushing open the door to the studio as himself and Rooster discussed you.

Rooster stopped in his tracks when he was faced with a young woman with her hands on her hips, stood like some undead Avril Lavigne, smoky eyeshadow, pierced brow, sharp dark nails and this stupid shit eating smirk that he could kiss off your face- wait what?

“Hey! This is the band I was telling you guys about!” Jake introduced you all to each member of the band, Rooster’s eyes lingering on you a little more than necessary. And as you shook his hand and your tongue protruded to wet your blackened lips, teeth bared as you grinned up at him and voice a hell of a lot softer than he expected judging on your voice’s ability to warp into some hellish chant. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” you say meekly, nails scratching his skin slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from your own. “You’ve got rhythm” he tells you and you smile again, appreciatively “that’s what they all say” you reply with a wink. He hadn’t a chance to compute that underlying meaning that sentence suggested, before you shook Coyote’s hand.

“Y’ wanna watch the band?” Coyote asked, walking out of his dressing room; beer in hand. Rooster looked at him and shrugged. “Alright man” your set had already started, band already getting into their stride as the beat gyrated through the venue’s flooring. Rooster took a swig from the bottle as he watched you throw profanities into the mic; hair frazzled around your head, makeup running, sweat dripping off your body, nails digging into your thighs and creating crescent shaped indentations beginning to leak with blood as you scraped them up your skin like a satanic tattoo artist.

Rooster barely made it through the first song before he had to force his way back to the bathrooms, just to rub one out before the show - angrily cursing himself as he hated the way he thought about you, the way you carried yourself, the way he could have you. You were over a decade younger than him and this was disgusting. But as he climaxed and moaned out your name, it felt so goddamn right.

“Mr Bradshaw?” He heard from behind him as he prepared for his own set, head still foggy. He turned to see you staring up at him through your lashes, fingers on one hand fiddling with the index nail on the other, nervously chewing your lip. He gulped at the way you called him. “Yeah hun?” He found himself saying, like some pensioner talking to the teenage intern at the nutcase ward. “Did you like our set?” You asked him, tone dripping with nerves. “Holy fuck yeah it sure was good” he tells you with a smile “really?” Your face lit up as you took a step forward and he certainly didn’t step back. “Yeah. Damn good singer you are.” He tells you and you giggle giddily. “Thank you” you tell him, appreciatively. “I really look up to you as an artist, Mr Bradshaw.” You tell him, honestly. And he almost can’t help but think your honey-laced words are fakery for the horny shit you were doing ten minutes ago. “You do?” He found himself asking, dreamily. Get your shit together, man. You nodded in response. “It’s an honour to be working with you and your band.” You say with a child-like grin, your eyes darting down and up again as fast as they had. “Best of luck for your set.” You said, taking a sip of water. “Not that you need it” you tell him, pivoting and walking in the other direction.

Rooster sighs heavily and runs a hand over his face, seeing his flustered reflection in the mirror across from him, distracted by the obvious wet patch on his trousers. Did you see that? Shit.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the North America tour. You’d play, he’d rub one out, and then he’d head to the stage already dripping in sweat as he’d see your eyes watching him tentatively.

It was on the way to the UK tour when the two bands were mingling on the plane, Rooster excusing himself to get a drink and walking past your group. He looked at your face, sleeping soundly in the arms of your drummer who looked like a shitty Travis Barker wannabe, who raised an eyebrow at Rooster and smirked.

He felt his nostrils flare as he walked on, having to force himself to walk past the two of you again only to see not-Travis stroking your hair and pushing it out of your face and Rooster could tell it was clearly for his benefit. He felt a twisting pang of jealously in his chest as whatshisface threaded a hand under your thighs to pull you closer. Rooster just shook his head and walked back to his seat.

God this is so fucking wrong.

Manchester, England. Ironically where your band formed so you knew exactly where all the best bars were in the area - and as usual, your band was on before DaggeR 1 - your expression hazy and dazed as you blared into the microphone, clawing at your own skin with such desperation Rooster so wished you’d take out on him. And of course, he had to have his inaugural trip to a more private area to sort out his predicament before anyone saw the boner he was nursing.

In his dressing room, he sat palming at the obvious tent in his pants. Cursing himself as he urged his cock for some sort of relief, moaning your name reiteratively like some sort of sickened chant. “Mr Bradshaw?” He heard your voice from the door as you looked at him with widened, evidently startled eyes. “Shit! I-” he began before you slammed the door behind you, him hearing a “sorry!” Squeaked from you and he rushed to pull his pants up and sprint for the door, grabbing your wrist before you could go anywhere. “Did you hear that?” He asked and you gulped with a slight nod. “Shit I’m so sorry-” he began as you pulled your hand away “I didn’t mean to interrupt-” “you must think I’m such a pervert.” He says, running his hands through his hair. “Look I’m so fucking sorry, you must think I’m a real creep, I’m so much older than you and I’m rubbing one out after your sets and it’s disgusting and-” he rants. “Mr Bradshaw” you cut him off and he looks at you. “It’s ok.” You say and he raises his brows. “It is?” You nod “it is perverted but it’s okay cause I get off to you too-” you say honestly and he grunts involuntarily. “You what?” “You heard me” you reply and he grits his jaw. “I can help you Mr Bradshaw-” “shit” he swears and drags you back into his dressing room, making sure to shut the door tightly and pushing you against it.

“Are you okay with what I’m ’bouta do to you?” He asks and you consent “I’m a grown ass woman Mr Bradshaw” you say “I’m okay with it” “shit call me that again” “Mr Bradshaw?” He groans “yeah that” “Mr Bradshaw” his knees go weak and he slinks back onto his couch with a groan, watching you sink to your knees as you undo his pants and palming him through his boxers. “Please forgive me I’m so disgusting” he says, as you take him into your hand “I’m a filthy pervert” he breathes as you lick a stripe up the bottom of his cock “you’re too pure for a sick old man like me” he says, as your head begins to bob “I don’t deserve this.” He says, embarrassed how quickly he was building up to his orgasm “please make me cum” he begs as you hollow out your cheeks and he shoots cum into the back of your throat, throwing his head back as he watches you swallow his cum through hooded eyelids.

“Shit” he groans as he pulls you forward as he stands up, laying you on your back on the couch “how much do you like these pants?” He asks and you shrug as he uses a decent deal of effort to rip the flimsy material along with your underwear. “They were expensive though-” you sigh “shit I’m sorry. I should’ve checked, I’m such a sleaze. So desperate for you. I’ll take you shopping, I sound like some goddamn sugar daddy-” “Bradley, it’s okay.” You tell him and he groans pathetically as he sinks into you, your arms reaching around his neck as he peppers kisses onto your stage-sweated face. “M sorry. ‘M such a perv.” He reiterates again and again and you shut him up by kissing him firmly on the lips and clawing your sharp nails into his back.

“You are a perv” you breathe “‘nd this shouldn’t feel right” you agree and he cries out “I look up to you” you say “and I’m letting you down” he groans, feeling you hook your legs around his waist. “But I can’t stop it’s so good” he moans as he cums inside of you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came moments after. “Shit I came inside of you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” “you’re good” you breathe with a smile, catching your breath as he pulls out of you and provides you with an oversized pair of khakis in lieu of your trousers in odder to accommodate the lack there of, collecting himself and looking at you, hands delicately reaching up to cradle your face as he looks you over, touch so gentle as if you were an antique doll. “M sorry you’re too good for me. He says, kissing your forehead. “It’s okay Mr Bradshaw, I liked it.” He groaned as you kissed his palm and leant into his touch.

“Oh Mr Bradshaw, I made your back bleed” you say, eyes full of concern as a drop of blood seeps onto your thumb. He takes your hand in his and licks the blood off your thumb “good I deserve to be punished.” He says, walking you backward until your back hit the door, leaning against it and effectively trapping you on it as he leans down to pepper your lips with hot open mouth kisses. “M such a pervert”

“Two minutes, Rooster” you heard from beyond the door as he moaned, frustrated. “You’ll be great, Mr Bradshaw. Like you always are” you tell him, eyes full of pride. “And I’ll be in here when you’re done” you promise and he whimpers “make sure you don’t have the pants on” he says, before smacking his own head “asshole” he curses himself as you open the door “go be great, Rooster” you say as he walks over the threshold. “Don’t you want a shirt?” You ask and he walks away with a bleeding back “nah they can watch me bleed knownin’ it was you, princess” he says, thrusting his hands into his hair as he cursed himself for being such a crude and corruptive son of a bitch.

And he cried and fucked you all over again once the show was done, feeling every bit guilty- but not really.

And in the following show, Leeds, he sat through your whole set and as soon as you walked off stage, he picked you up at the waist and slung you over his shoulder, marching running to his dressing room not really taking care as to who sees, offering a cocky look to your drummer as you head past him. “Pervert” he says under his voice “hell yeah I am!” He shouts with a holler as he licked the exposed skin on your upper thigh, “and she’s gonna fuck me and call me names until I feel so guilty I cry!” slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

[crypticvortexsblog]

The Identities We Forge (Part 1)

The Backroads Beckon

The clock ticks away the final moments of the night, its glow casting a pallid light across the cluttered room. Dean, a man in his early thirties with a stubbled jaw and haunted eyes, sits at a worn-out table. His fingers trace the lines of an ancient, tattered map laid out before him, the edges yellowed with age and stained with the whispers of forgotten adventures. The map is adorned with cryptic symbols and hand-scrawled notes in an unfamiliar script. A knock at the door startles him.

Dean cautiously approaches the door, peeking through the peephole. He sees a figure shrouded in the shadows, Harley, a young woman with a fiery spirit, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of fear.

Dean with a sigh mutters under his breath "You're back early."

He opens the door to reveal Harley, her arms wrapped tightly around her backpack that always seems too heavy for her small frame. She steps inside, and the scent of rain and fresh earth fills the room.

Harley sighs looking towards her older brother "I couldn't find snything. How about you, did you find anything new?"

Dean with a shake of his head shake his head "Unfortunately, no just more questions."

Sam, a man in his mid-twenties with a gentle demeanor, enters the hotel room. He's the kind of person who radiates calm, despite the storm clouds that seem to follow him.

Sam with a feeling of uncertainty, looks to his older brother "You sure this is the right place, Dean?"

Dean with confidence nods "Positive. It's all here on the map."

Sam looks skeptically at his elder brother, but something in Dean's eyes tells him not to argue. The map is spread out on the coffee table, a web of intertwining lines that seem to pulse with an unseen energy.

The trio gathering around a pot of coffee, the only source of warmth in the otherwise cold room. They exchange awkward glances, the weight of their secrets pressing down on them.

Sam sighs softly "So, what's the plan?"

Dean picking up the map "We follow this map. It's gotta lead us to something."

Harley looks at her elder brother with uncertainty in her eyes "But what if it doesn't? What if it's just a wild goose chase?"

Dean looks to his younger sister "We've all got nowhere else to go. We've got to find out what's happening."

The sun peeks over the horizon, casting a soft light on the old, dusty road. They stand before it, their shadows stretching out before them like fingers reaching for answers. They load their gear into a vintage, 1967 Impala, the engine coming to life with a resentful growl.

As they drive, the city gives way to a landscape of towering evergreens, their branches reaching out like the fingers of a giant hand, guiding them deeper into the Pacific Northwest.

Dean, who normally is the designated driver "First stop, Whispering Pines."

Harley with a roll of her eyes mumbled "Why there?"

Dean glanced at the map sighs "It's where it all starts."

The bell on the door jingles as they enter. The locals look up from their coffee, sizing them up. The air is thick with the scent of pancakes and secrets.

The waitress who looks at the trio come in "What brings you folks to these parts?"

Dean who smiles at the seemingly beautiful waitress "Just passing through."

Later, when it was decided to load up some refreshments for the long journey,  they stock up on supplies at the local general store, with the wooden floorboards creaking underfoot. The old man behind the counter watches them with a seemingly knowing gaze.

[brunettemarionette]

The guys were all talking, but Juice wasn't paying attention. He was still quiet from having been sat next to you for the dinner party Gemma had thrown for the MC.

From where Juice was sitting, he was at the perfect angle to see into the kitchen, where Gemma was cleaning the mess and you were stood washing up. You were smiling as you worked alongside your mom. He could hear the faint sound of music as your hips moved slightly to the beat of whatever song you were listening to.

Juice was completely captured by you and had been for a while. He'd clammed up at dinner when you took the seat next to him, but seeing you like this—carefree and beautiful—made his heart beat faster and his mouth drier.

"Juice?" Tig nudges him with a smirk, clearly seeing what he has been staring at.

The club's tech guy glanced away from you to Tig with a confused dazed expression and quickly shakes himself seeing all the guys looking at him, "what?"

Clay narrowed his eyes as Jax turned to look in the direction Juice had been before turning back with a glare of his own, "She's off limits."

[borrelia]

if you like homestuck, you should start watching ATMOSPHERE asmr. you'll loooove untangling the timelines and the remade timelines and the mysteries and such..

[pocketramblr]

It's your fault I have the Sigzil brain rot, so I'm sending you a list of (small, happy) Kalazil/Sigkal things.

After becoming Captain and the Kholins' bodyguard, Kaladin had access to a mirror for the first time in who knows how long. He spent a long while looking at it, trying to see 'a leader's face' in his own like Sigzil had said.

Kaladin is the one person Sigzil really tries to be a WorldSinger for. The others ask and press for stories, but Kaladin is the only one Sigzil gives them openly and freely too.

Kaladin loves it when he gets spanreed messages from Sigzil because he knows it's actually him writing and reading it on the other side

On the flip side, Sigzil hates using a spanreed to talk to Kaladin because he's aware that there must be someone else reading and writing for Kaladin and he just hates the idea of that for some reason

When Lyn broke up with Kaladin, Sigzil was the first to know, because he was on his way to talk to Kaladin when it happened. He actually heard the whole thing. His being there when Lyn opened the door is part of the reason she felt so okay leaving Kaladin in the state he was in (which wasn't great to start and was worse after she broke the news to him). She knew that next to Teft or Rock, he was the best person who could be there.

You know I was going to defend Adolin's honor and then I remembered that while Adolin is almost always absolutely fantastic for Kal's low points, he is also the Married Friend. And you don't want your Married Friend to walk in .2 seconds after you got dumped. Sigzil at least can distract and sooth much easier. But yeah. Sigzil feeling some kind of way about writing to Kaladin. Different than the feeling he has about writing for Kaladin, or reading. Trying so hard to be a worldsinger for him. Mishim you iconic cringefail of a story. Storms. Kaladin trying to see the leader's face in the mirror, Sigzil trying to see the scholar Kaladin thinks the exams were too foolish to recognize....