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kdogreads · 11 months

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My Savior

Chibs Telford x reader (minors DNI)

Warnings: implied kidnapping, injuries described, disassociation due to trauma, death (only the bad guys), nothing too graphic overall but please be gentle to yourself and skip this one if it will make you uncomfortable ❤️

AN: idk why I am so in my feels lately but I just love this man 😭

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Your head hung low as the fatigue of hunger, exhaustion, and fear weighed on your body. There was commotion outside the bolted door to your back and you prepared for more abuse to ravage your body and mind. You shut your eyes and willed yourself to go somewhere else in your mind, anywhere else.

You floated to an unlikely oasis, the Sons’ clubhouse. The smells flooded your senses: booze, cigarettes, weed, even the slight fragrance of sex brought you comfort, silly as it was, because it smelled like safety to you. You tried to place yourself at the bar top, surrounded by the laughter, arguing, chatting of the guys. Next to you and all around you, like a blanket of safety, you felt his arms around your waist, hands pressing into the small of your back in a comforting embrace; Filip.

Baby, you heard in your head, his voice washing over you like a summer breeze.

Baby.

“Christ, baby. Come back to me, love, please,” A desperate plea caused you to tense your body, “I’m gonna take ya home, lass, come on.” The familiar accent you loved so much sounded like it was right in front of your battered face.

You fluttered your eyes open, daring to leave your dreamscape just for the slim chance your mind wasn’t lying to you.

“There ya are, love, tha’s it,” You shuddered as a calloused, gentle hand brushed against your cheek, “Oh, lass, ‘m so sorry, my love. Come on, I’m gettin’ you outta here.”

You started to believe what you were seeing, close enough for you to touch. He was here.

Your Filip was here, right in front of you, reaching out to hold you, to wrap you in that warm embrace you so desperately willed yourself to imagine.

“Filip?” You croaked, your voice breaking as the realization finally sank in that he found you. He saved you.

“Aye, M'annsachd (my blessing), ‘m here,” He cooed to you, staring deep into your bruised eyes as you reached out to cling to the black cotton of his plain sweatshirt, “Put yer arms around me, lass. Come on.”

You did as he said, not thinking, just giving yourself over wholly to Filip, your savior.

He slid one arm around your back and the other under your bent knees, grasping you as gently as he could as to not cause you any more pain. Like you weighed nothing at all, he lifted you from the cold, hard concrete you’d lived on for god knows how many hours, maybe days. Exhausted and relieved beyond measure, your head fell to his broad shoulder as you slipped back and forth between awareness and unconsciousness.

You felt the heaviness of the room change as Filip carried you through the doorway, into one hallway, and turning down another.

“Oh Christ, sweetheart,” Another familiar voice filled your ears; Tig. “Is she alright?”

“Aye, for now. Let’s go,” Filip answered as you felt Tig’s hand brush over your hair affectionately.

Your eyes fluttered open and shut as Filip carried you through some rooms and up a flight or two of stairs. You caught a glimpse of who you could only assume used to be your captors. Their bodies slumped in an unnatural way, blood dripping down the wall behind them. Filip would tell you what they’d done to them if you asked, but you decided right then that you didn’t care. All that mattered is they found you, and those monsters got what they deserved.

A heavy door swung open and you felt the warmth of the sunshine beaming onto your skin for the first time in days. It washed a relief onto you that was only amplified when you saw the faces of more of the guys fleeting past you. Bobby, Opie, Jax, Happy, and Juice came into your view as Chibs kept walking towards the van, each with a look of despair or sympathy on their faces. Half-Sack sat up in the driver’s seat and turned the engine over as you got closer, his eyes widened.

You knew you must be looking worse for wear, but it must be worse than you thought given the looks each of the men gave you.

Filip settled you into his lap as the guys filed into the van and headed off towards home. Your bones began to ache as the shock wore off and the reality of your condition set in.

“Sleep, lass. We’ll get you home,” Chibs cooed into your ear, his hand brushing over your bloodied hair in the most comforting touch you’d ever felt.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the van, but you heard murmurs here and there as you faded in and out of sleep.

“Aye, she’ll be alrigh’, she’s gonna need all of us to get through it,” Filip spoke quietly during one of your short periods of awareness.

“We’re here both of you, brother,” Jax responded first.

“For anything, bro,” Bobby added warmly.

A chorus of mmhmm’s and yep’s followed the sentiments, undoubtedly accompanied by nods.

The next several hours went by in a blur. You were vaguely aware of the familiar voices coming and going, offering sweet encouragement and reassurances. You lost count of everyone who was there, but you made a note to thank every one of them for being there for you.

When you finally came to for more than a moment, the comfortable weight of a broad, calloused hand in yours pulled you fully into the waking world.

“Baby?” You croaked as best you could, throat dry from being under for so long.

“There’s my girl,” Filip smiled as he brought your hand to his lips, “Back wi’ the livin’”

“Thanks to you, Filip,” You weakly reached for his face, fingers gliding through the scruff on his chin, “You saved me.”

He leaned into your touch, pressing another sweet kiss to your knuckles, careful not to pressure on the bruises blossoming there.

“Aye, lass, maybe so,” He stood up to wrap you in his arms as best as he could over the rails of the hospital bed, “But you saved me long, long ago just by bein’ you, my angel.”

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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Rescue you - Flufftober 23

Summary: When your ex comes to town, Jax sees red.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Clay Morrow, Wayne Unser, Harry "Opie" Winston, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager

Warnings: angst, mentions of a past abusive relationship, protective Jax, angry Jax, light violence against the reader, implied character’s death, fluff, hurt & comfort, blood

A/N: I didn't name her ex. You can imagine any guy. I imagined Brock Rumlow because he's hot and a bad guy. 😳 I'm a visual writer and need to imagine a face.

Trope: Rescue romance

Idea by: @dawn-petrichor-world

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The day you met Jax Teller changed your opinion about men.

Until then, you believed every man is like your ex. Angry, loud, and thoughtless.

Jax is different. He’s rough around the edges, strong, wild, and yes, dangerous. But with you, he’s gentle and kind. You never felt safer than in his arms.

In those fleeting moments, you can spend alone, he dreams of another life. A life without violence, and maybe, children running around the house.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words. He shows you his feelings with soft touches and small gestures.

The tea he brews for you every morning before you must go to work. A soft kiss goodnight. Or the way he hugs you. All these small gestures tell you Jax Teller loves you.

You believe in him, and his love. Jax will never hurt you or leave you for some other girl. He promised to love and protect you for the rest of his life.

Today, you must believe in his love, and hang on. If only you can hang on and wait for Jax to find out what happened to you…

Four hours earlier, …

“Bye, have a great weekend,” you wave at your colleagues from the library. They return the gesture and wish you a great weekend too.

You yawn as you make your way toward your car. Only a few more minutes apart you from meeting up with your boyfriend.

“Look what I finally found.”

You freeze. That voice.

How you wished to never hear his voice again. You lived in a bubble for the better of two years. Your relationship with Jax is going steady, and your past is only a few burned pictures, and torn memories you refuse to talk about.

“No. You can’t be here,” you shake your head as you look at your ex. He smirks darkly at your reaction. Your hands tremble and your eyes sting with tears. “What a pity he didn’t pick you up today, huh? Every Friday night your fine boyfriend has something better today than bringing his girl home.”

“What do you want here? You can’t be here.” You take a step back, and another as your heart hammers in your chest. “Please just leave me alone.”

“I’m here to get my girl back,” he looks over your shoulder, checking if anyone is watching you. “I can’t just let you go, can I?”

“You had fling after fling,” you sneer when he tries to touch your cheek. Slapping his hand away you glare at him. “What do you really want?”

“I can’t have my girl run around with that bastard. Jax Teller, Y/N? Really?” He scoffs when you look around the area for help. “No one is coming for your aid, babe. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

“Fuck you!” Your head snaps to the left when his hand slaps your cheek hard. You gasp, and press your hand to your cheek, fighting the tears wanting to break free. If you cry now, he’ll know how scared you are.

He grabs your arm, tugging harshly. “You will come with me and shut your mouth. After I’m done with the chapter of the sons in this shitshow of a town, you can thank me by being very nice to me…”

Now, the clubhouse, …

“Where is she? What can you tell me?” Jax nervously runs his fingers through his hair. “Juice, you need to do your thing…trace her phone or shit.”

“Jax, you need to calm the fuck down,” Clay tries to calm Jax. One of them got kidnapped, an old lady. He’s furious and ready to rip anyone apart. “We will find your old lady.”

“She left the library four hours ago, Clay! Four fucking hours!” Jax kicks a chair out of his way. “If anyone touched one hair on her head, I’ll kill them…I’ll kill them all.”

“We talked to her colleagues and the owner of the shop across the street. Her colleagues didn’t see shit. Y/N left the library wished them a nice weekend and walked toward her car,” Tig grunts.

“Yeah, they didn’t even want to talk to us because you scared the shit out of them,” Opie bites back. “Anyways,” he clears his throat as he looks at Jax. Opie can see the fear in his friend’s eyes, and it breaks his heart a little. “The old geezer across the street said, that there was a guy and a girl. The guy hit the girl, and that was when he called the cops.”

“We checked the cameras from the stores nearby,” Unser tries to get Jax’s attention. “One of them captured the car of the bastard. We got a license plate and a name.”

“We’ve got a name?” Jax grabs Unser by his collar. “What are we waiting for then? You had a name for how long?”

“Twenty minutes, Jax,” the sheriff grunts. “I’m not an idiot, and I like the girl.”

“Who is he? Who dared to raise his hand against my girl?” Jax is out of it. He’s ready to rip the sheriff apart, limp by limp if he doesn’t get answers soon. “Tell me his name, UNSER!”

Unser yells your ex’s name, making Jax gasp. You told him about what happened with the man you dated before him. “We need to find them!”

“Jax, calm down! We are on it! Juice is on it,” Clay tries to calm your boyfriend down again.

“I try to hack her service provider to find out about her last location. Give me more time,” Juice tries his best to remain calm. He’s used to working under pressure. But these are exceptional circumstances. “Just one more minute…“

You try not to think about what will happen if Jax doesn’t find you. Your ex was taunting you over the last hours, telling you how much he will enjoy watching Jax despair when he finds your broken body.

Taking deep breaths, you try to remember all the times Jax told you how much he loves you, or how he asked you to go for a ride with him for the first time.

The silence is deafening, and worse than your ex yelling at you. It takes a toll on you, as it feels like seconds turn into hours.

You hide your face in the palms of your hands, silently crying as you fear that you’ll never see Jax again.

“Where is she?” someone yells loud enough for you to hear. “I’ll kill you!” Gunshots hit the wall, and you scream as one of the bullets breaks through the door and hits the wall next to you.

“Y/N! BABY! Where are you!” It’s Jax. Jax found you!

“HERE!” You scream his name. “I’M HERE!”

“BABY!”

The door flings open, revealing a beyond-worried Jax. His face is covered in bruises, and blood covers to his knuckles, but all you can think about is that he's here.

He tugs his gun away as you run toward him to throw yourself into his arms. “I knew you’ll find me…I just knew…” He breathes you in. "I knew it..."

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, baby?”

“No…I mean he hit me but…no…I…you’re here,” you cry into his chest. “You’re…here…”

"I told you," he kisses the crown of your hair, "I'll burn the world for you and kill anyone hurting my girl..."

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davemybeloved · 8 months

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Heyyyy welcome to my blog!

Hiii my name is Den(that’s not my real name, gotta keep my identity secret, I’m fucking Spiderman) and I don’t know what the fuck to say (she/her)

I’m Italian and I love metal, I’ve been playing guitar for 6 years and yes that’s it

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

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I will write for:

-Bands: metallica, megadeth, Guns N’ Roses, Motley Crue

-TV shows: sons of anarchy

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What I will write:

Fluff, smut, angst, maybe a full story with different chapters, “taking inspo by the songs” ‘series’, sequels of one shots if you request them

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What I won’t write:

Kinks like furry or shit or those kind of craps. Abuse, violence. I will write kinks as long as they are not crazy ones. I won’t write headcanons (I have nothing against them, I like them, but I don’t know how to do them). I also won’t write male x male (again, nothings against it, it’s just that I’m a girl and I’m not comfortable nor “informed” enough to write it).

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-TV shows:

-sons of anarchy

-Series:

-WORRIES (Tig Trager x Otto’sDaughter!Reader)

-taking inspo by the song

-music:

-Bands master list

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Masterlist.

You will not be able to read certain chapters in this series without all your Community labels turned to show.

Contains: The slowest burn, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence and graphic depictions of violence, so much fucking smut (in later chapters of course), mentions of child abuse, graphic descriptions of bullying, forensic science. OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. There will be more and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

You should expect that each chapter could have a bit of everything, if it's tagged it just means it's more than one sentence. More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

Some of the chapters and snippets will be put to music, not listening to the music won't affect the story. Updates will vary, some days I might do two and other times I'll go a week without posting anything, there will be a time where I will open requests for snippets so you as the reader can have a piece of the universe I've cobbled together.

What's a snippet?

A snippet is an optional one-shot that adds context to the story and expands on some small themes that will appear throughout the story, not reading them won't affect the story but it will take away some of the more fluffy and/or mundane 'day in the life' elements.

Comment if you want to be tagged. Thank you so always for all your support. However, my tag list has been having issues so the best way to follow is to follow the tag #the reaper and the death angel.

You've spent most of your adult life in and out of war zones, and you've worked with the US military to identify terrorists and dead GIs. Sick of all the death and pain you chose to leave fieldwork and go back to historical research. When your little Brother leaves the Marines and settles in a small town, you decide to follow him. Will you find a home in your small, underfunded Musume job and your Brother's found family? Or will life with the Club just be another war zone?

Pre Season 1

Prologue

Part 1 ❤😨💉🔪

Part 2 ❤

Part 3 😨💉

Part 4

Part 5 ❤😨

Part 6 ❤😨🚩

Part 7 ❤

Part 8 ❤

Part 9 💉

Snippet 1 - The Lab💉

Season 1

Part 10 💉 🔪

Part 11 ❤😨💉

Part 12 🚩❤😨

Part 13 ❤😨💉🤢

Part 14 ❤❤❤💉

Part 15 ❤❤❤❤🔪🔪

Part 16🚩❤🤢(very mild)🔪

Snippet 2 - The Hand Model ❤

Part 17 ❤ ❤ ❤

Part 18 💦(discussion only)🚩(discussion only) ❤

Part 19 ❤ ❤ 🔪 💦

Part 20 ❤ ❤ ❤ 💦 💉

Part 21 ❤❤💦💦😨😨

Part 22 😨❤😨❤😨❤

Snippet 3 - The Siblings 🚩😨❤❤❤

Pre-season 2

Part 23 ❤❤❤💦💦💦💦💦💦

Part 24 💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

Season 2

Part 25 ❤❤💦💦😨🚩

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Part 27 ❤❤💦💦😨💦

Part 28 😨💦❤💦❤😨🚩🔪

Part 29 ❤❤😨😨

Part 30 ❤❤😨🚩

Snippet 4 - The Charming Gazette ❤

Part 31❤😨🚩❤💦❤🔪

Part 32🔪❤🚩😨🤢💉

Season 3

Part 33 ❤❤🔪

Part 34❤💦🚩😨

Part 35💉🤢😨❤💦💦❤

Part 36 😨❤

Part 37 😨❤🔪💦❤

Part 38😨💦❤🔪

Pre Season 4

Part 39😨❤

Season 4

Part 40 😨💦❤ ❤ ❤

Part 41 😨😨😨💦❤ ❤

Part 42 😨💦❤😨

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Part 44 😨❤😨❤💦

Pre-season 5

Part 45 😨❤😨❤❤❤

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Season 5

Part 47 ❤😨😨💉❤❤😨

Part 48 😨💉😨😨❤❤💦

Part 49😨❤❤💦

Part 50😨❤❤💦

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Part 58😨💉❤😨💉❤🤢

Part 59💦😨❤

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Part 61💦❤😨🔪❤

Snippet 6 - The Lesson II❤🤢🔪💦❤

Part 62❤💦😨🔪❤

Snippet 7 - The Victor❤💦❤

Part 63 ❤💦❤😨❤❤❤

Part 64❤❤❤

Part 65❤❤❤

Part 66❤❤❤💦❤

Epilogue ❤❤💦❤

One-shots

I'll Be Taking This Back💦❤

Trapped💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

The Weight of the World 💦💦💦💦❤ ❤

Lint and Gunpowder Part 1 ❤ ❤ Part 2💦💦❤ ❤

Beast of Prey❤💦💦💦❤

Run💦❤

Patience is a Virtue💦❤

Or Else💦❤

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queenquinzel715 · 3 years

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1. Tig 18+

Mentions of rape

Tig 18+

Y/n POV

The night was supposed to be fun, hints the name, Funtown. It's supposed to be rides, games, and fried food, but what happened to your little sister, never. When they found her she was in such shock my mother couldn't look at her without crying, but all I could think about was making this guy pay.

At the hospital my parents were talking with the police, and Chief Unser was talking to Tristan. She said it was a guy dressed as a clown, so she couldn't give full detail. Once the police left my parents came to sit next to Tristan.

"I can't believe this happened to her." My mom cries.

"The police will find this pervert." Dad sighs.

"No they won't. They can't arrest every clown at Funtown. We need someone that doesn't follow the rules, and can actually find out who did this." I sigh.

"And who might that be (y/n), the Sons?" My mom says sarcastically.

My dad looks over at me, and softly sits my mom down. He and I walk into the hall, and he looks into the room with a sigh.

"If you do what I think you're going to do, don't tell anyone, but the Sons." He orders me.

I nod. "I'll be back later. Call me if she needs me."

As I walk out the hospital I see Gemma Teller smoking on a bench, and as I walk she turns to me.

"You alright sweetheart?" She asks.

"Do you think the guys will help me with something?" I ask her.

"You should ask Clay, but if it's about Funtown you don't have to worry." She tells me as a motorcycle shows up.

"I will until I know he is gone." She just nods.

"Follow us." She orders me with a smirk.

As I get to the car I notice they are talking, and looking towards me, but he nods to her. I follow them to Teller-Morrow, and when I park Gemma walks up to my car.

"Just go inside, and tell them what you need." She tells me with a smile.

I walk in the bar part of the compound, and it's a lot bigger than I thought. Clay waves me over as I walk in, and he gives me a chair as he shuts the door. It's a bit intimidating as all the guys look at me, waiting for Clay to start, but a guy with curly hair keeps looking me up and down.

"I want to start by saying something happened in this town that is unforgivable, and something has to be done. Now y/n has come here just to make sure what happened to her sister gets taken care of." Clay says. "Y/n do you have any information?" He asks.

"All she could remember is a clown saying there was a game she could play, but he dragged her into the trees. He had his makeup on, so she didn't actually see his face." I tell them with hatred in my eyes. "She or anyone didn't deserve what happened to her."

"You do know if we catch him we will hurt him." The curly haired guy tells me.

"I don't care what happens to this pig. I just want him to learn he can't just do this to people." I snap.

They look at each other, and Clay asks me to wait at the bar. As I get a drink Gemma sits next to me rubbing my back. We then hear a bang from the room we turn. Clay comes to me, and tells me when they call me I come.

I stay there throughout the night drinking with Gemma, but I notice that guy keeps looking at me.

"Gemma, who is that guy?" I ask her.

She turns. "That's Tig."

"He's been watching me since I got here." I laugh. "I wouldn't mind if he said something."

We laugh, continue to drink, and at some point Tig walks up to us. Gemma leaves to go sit with Clay, and Tig takes her seat. We talk about a lot of things, turns out he's a weird individual, but at least he's honest. I can joke with him more than I could with anyone else in my life. We somehow end up in a corner, with my leg on his hip, his tongue in my mouth, and his hands squeezing my ass.

I let him guide us down a hall, into a room, and squeeze me against the door. He slides his kutte off as I pull his pants down, but I stand up. I kiss him before I push him onto the bed, and slowly take my clothes off. He watches my every move, and as I straddle him he grips my hips. He slowly guides me down onto him, but rams the rest of the way inside, causing me to moan out. He doesn't let me get adjusted as he pounds away, one hand on my hip, the other squeezing my ass, but all I could do was grip his shoulders, moaning loud.

"Bend me over please." I moan out.

He rams hard a couple times before bending me over, but he doesn't go back in. He pulls me up by my hair, and runs his tongue up my neck.

"Beg." He whispers.

"Please Tig, don't stop. I need you to keep going." I desperately moan.

He then out of nowhere he rams into me with force as he pulls my hair, and grips my shoulder. I couldn't hold back my screams as he just fucks into me so hard and fast I couldn't hold myself up. By the end I was face down in the bed with him having to hold my hips up, so he can go deeper. We fall on the bed trying to catch our breath, and he pulls the blanket over me.

I woke up at some point, I woke up, it's still dark outside, so I guess it's early morning. I look to my left, Tig is sound asleep, so I slowly slide out of the bed. After getting dressed I slowly sneak out of the bar, and drive home. I shower as quickly as I can, get dressed, and head to the hospital. When I walked into Tristan's room I saw my mother sleeping on the little window seat, and my father was looking over Tristan. When I got closer to her bed my father looked up at me with a questioning expression, and once I nodded he looked down at Tristan.

A couple days later Tristan was discharged from the hospital, and that night around midnight I got a call telling me to go to Teller-Morrow. Once there Tig was waiting by the door for me, and when I was close to him, he pulled me into his chest.

"You snuck away from me." He chuckles. "You could've stayed." He leans closer to me.

"I had to check on Tristan, and didn't know if I could've stayed." I lightly say.

"Come inside." He kisses my temple.

We go into the same room as before, and I'm seated next to Tig. After some time, all the men show up, and I'm told everything is taken care of. They told me if my family needed anything all I had to do was ask. As I was walking out Tig cat he's up to me in the parking lot.

"You want to stay for a drink?" He asks.

"I would, but I promised Tristan she could stay at my place tonight." I told him.

He nods. "I'll call you."

As I drove away I knew I couldn't stay away from him, and I didn't. A week after everything I kept getting sick, so I went to the doctor. Turns out my doctor is Tara, Jax's wife, and what I find out makes me pissed. When I left the hospital I drove, speed, to Teller-Morrow, and once there I stormed into the garage.

''Is Tig here?" I ask.

"In the bar." Opie says.

I stomp inside the bar, and when Tig sees me he smiles at me. When I walk up to him I slap him off the stool, and I keep hitting him as he rolls around.

"You no good, grimey, and piece of shit." I vent out. "This is your fault."

"Doll stop. Stop. What did I do?" He yells out, trying to crawl away.

"You got me pregnant." I stop hitting him.

He looks up at me for a second before getting to his knees, and grabs my sides. He looks at my stomach for a second, then looks up at me, and then leans against my stomach. The other guys start cheering for us, and Tig finally stands.

"You know I can't let you go, now?" He jokes.

"If I have to go through torture, so are you." I laugh.

Throughout the nine months, Tig never left my side unless necessary, and even bought us a little house next to Jax's. When I went into labor he was a complete mess, but when he held our son, James, he looked so calm.

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tragertrap · 3 years

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purplerain85 · 3 years

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Happy and his Princess Part 1

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Warnings: mainly fluff, couple of curse words

A/N I wrote this for @yourwonkywriter there will be a part two and it will be where all the smut happens.

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It should not be this hard to tell someone how he feels he normally he just jump and every single woman and crow eater say how high. He is killer with 17 smiley faces on his body tells everyone that he isn’t afraid of anything.

But then you came to the clubhouse one night and he swear his heart stopped. You were beautiful, smart, funny, confident but had a shyness about you until people got to know you. You weren’t always a damsel in distress as you could always deal with unwanted attention and if they ‘happen’ not to listen you would walk around the clubhouse tell you came across Happy and you be glued to his side and then they would get the hint.

Which is what tipped Tig off that you two had feelings for each other. He knew why you would never say anything or admit willingly to Happy unless your hand was forced. You all but told him that when he asked you why you haven’t said anything to Happy. But Happy, Happy wasn’t afraid of anything and yet he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. “You know she feels the same about you brother!” Tig say. Happy looks at Tig and laughs and says “maybe she does or maybe she just likes having as a guard dog, but going up to her and telling her how I feel seems so impossible to do.”

Tig decided that the only way these two would actually get together is if both of your guy’s hands were forced. He talked to Chibs about what he had planned Chibs agrees and says “what if this doesn’t work?” Tig says “well we keep them locked in the back room until they admit their feelings.” They locked and barricaded the back room exit. You got to the clubhouse about 10 minutes before Happy got there and the asked if you could go get a case of Coors beer from the back room. Knowing there wasn’t any they knew you would look for that beer.

When Happy got to the clubhouse he looked around for you. Chibs says loud enough “Hey Tig Y/N ever come back with that case of beer?” “Nope she hasn’t come back yet, must be really looking for it.” Tig says. Happy looked at the two and said “you sent Y/N to get a case of beer?” Chibs laughs and points to Tig and said “Tig said there was a case of Coors back there” Tigs laughs hard and said you might need to go help her Romeo. Happy rolls his eyes “You guys never order her Coors, which is why I have a case for her in my car!” Happy says as he walks towards the back room.

Chibs and Tig quickly and quietly run behind Happy and the moment he is past the threshold and calls your name and hear you say “Happy?” They slam and lock, deadbolt and barricade the door. They hear Happy shout “what the fuck you to morons!!” Then hear you say “what the hell! Let us out” you laugh a little.

Tig shouts through the door and says Admit your fucking feelings and you can come out!” Him and Chibs are dying of laughter. You panic and say “who’s admitting to who?” “Both of you sweetheart” Chibs says. You hear them walk off.

You and Happy look at each other for a moment before you got and sit on a pile of empty skids and look at him shyly while he pulls a chair up and sits in front of you. Happy feels like he is about to combust as his mind goes dirty. He clears his throat and you giggle he goes and check the back door and the windows. He comes back and says “well looks like we are actually stuck in here until we talk.” You look at him and decide it’s now or never well more so according to Tig for you to just spill your guts because Tig would never do this to you if he didn’t know for 100% that Happy felt the same. “Thank you for coming with me and sitting with me while I got my Sammy Tattoo.

It was fun just being you and me well besides the tattoo artist and the other people there and oh god I am rambling fuck, shit. What I am meaning to say is that I like you Happy I like you a lot and I definitely wouldn’t mind some more one on one with you where it’s just you and me and nothing else between us….. shit I didn’t mean it like that, well I did but not…… ok I am going to shut up now!” You said as you felt embarrassment flood you and you couldn’t even look at Happy his stare was so intense that it not only made you kind of uncomfortable but extremely turned on.

Happy loves how he makes you feel just by looking at you, makes him wonder how you would react when he gets to touch you in a more intimate setting. He was going to tell you how he felt but decided to go for a more forward approach now that he knows how you feel for sure. He leans forward a little and reaches over and grabs you by the back of the neck pull you towards him and kisses you hard the moment you into the kiss his other hand grabs your hip and pulls you onto his lap.

You move your hands to his kutte and ground your hips against his ragging hard on which caused his hand on your hip to move to your ass and grips your ass makes you ground harder on him he pulls away from your lips and looks you in the face as he bites his lip then he pulls his hand back and slaps your ass hard. You call out and moaned “fuuuuck Happy! Take me home!” He moves you to stand and gets up and walks over to the door and bangs on the door and shouts “let’s is the fuck out you losers!”

Tig asked “did you two love birds talk?” Happy curses and says “if you don’t open this door I will bust a bullet in your ass!” You giggle and decide to grab the bat that they had there and say “You known he would probably love a bullet in his ass but probably one that vibrates, or we can just break the window I can crawl through and open the door?” Happy turns a looks at you shocked by what you just said and starts laughing and says “Ok let’s break it.”

You go to the window that you know will have part of the balcony under it and break the window open and make sure all the glass is out, Happy helps you through the window and you work to get everything out of the way and unlock the door and open the door for Happy. Chibs and Tig hear a window break and work to get all the stuff out of the way and get the door open once they do they are that the room is empty and hear your car drive away.

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murphslass · 3 years

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What Did You Say?

Summary: Tig is super defensive and protective of his woman Y/N.

Warnings: plus sized!reader, swearing, fluff

“The fuck did you say?”

“Tig please don’t.”

“Nah. I’ve gotta handle this baby.”

Here we go again. Some random guy on the street made the mistake of calling you fat while walking with your biker boyfriend. Tig was extremely caring and loving towards you and if anyone even looked at you funny then they’d have to hear him.

“Go on speak up asshole. What did you say about my girl?”

“I said nothing to that whale you call a woman.”

No other words were spoken as Tig fully punched the asshat in his jaw. The guy fell onto the concrete. You gasped at Tig’s behavior and pulled on his arm to get away from the public eye.

“Don’t you fucking say anything about my woman. You hear me assholes!”

Tig yelled as he sat you on the bike and putting a helmet on you. He gently patted your shoulder as he made you hold his waist tightly as he drove back home. He always made sure to never hit any bumps so you wouldn’t feel unsafe or get hurt. He treats you like a fucking princess. However you weren’t in the mood for his cute behavior. He entered the home with you and you gave him the cold shoulder.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“You don’t always have to get violent when that stuff happens.”

He sighed and hugged your waist while he kissed your neck. You fought a smile as his mustache tickled your soft skin.

“Stop it. I’m being serious asshole.”

“C’mon baby. I can’t help it. I fucking adore you so much and I hate when people disrespect you or can’t show you the love and honor you deserve.”

He pouted as he rested his head on your shoulder. You sighed and held one of hid hands.

“Quiting trying to be sweet. I’m mad at you.”

He giggled and lovingly kissed your cheek. You sigh and turned to peck his lips.

“C’mon now that’s all the love I get after defending your honor?”

You rolled your eyes and lightly hit his shoulder.

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drakoneve · 7 months

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Destined Meetings

request: Hey, do you think you could write something where the reader is related to tig somehow, and they're in charming for work or college and they start a relationship with juice? Cute and a little angsty at first?

pairing: Juice Ortiz x Trager!Reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings: club crimes, reader's mom isn't the best + suggested childhood trauma, alcohol and drug (maryj) use

a/n: there will be another part for sure, but i might make this a bit of a mini-series, lmk what you think. happy reading!

Tig hardly ever talked about it, but he'd been married once. He would rather die than ever admit he loved anyone but Dawn and Fawn, but he loved her. And you, his sweet, sweet Y/n.

His heart clenched at the thought of you. You were only two years old at the time of the accident. The day your mother decided she had had enough of Tig and the life he came with and that she needed to run.

It was that day, when your mother pulled out of Charming and never looked back. She only made it two towns over before she took a reckless turn right off an overpass into oncoming traffic.

Tig could remember the look on Unser's face as he approached the older man in the TM parking lot like yesterday, and how he wished he could go back and convince your mom not to go. Or to leave you, at least.

Unser had just began working with the club back then, and this case in particular had always stuck with him. A woman trying to escape her outlaw husband with their baby daughter who ends up getting into a horrific accident that ends up killing them both? One of the saddest stories Unser had ever heard.

Except for the fact none of it was true.

Because there you stood, alive and well, right in front of the Chief's desk.

"I know it sounds crazy," you shake your head, hopeful look on your face. "I wouldn't believe it either, actually. And I don't really have any proof other than my memories, but I'm sure it's him."

The aging polaroid in you had provided him of a much younger Tig and a woman he recognizes to be your mother back when she was pregnant with you.

"No, no," he waves your worries away. "I believe you. In fact, I remember your mother, vaguely, and you look a lot like her."

You grimace. "Yeah, I've been told a few times. So do you know where I can find Alexander?"

Chief Unser pulls a pen from his shirt pocket and begins writing on a slip of paper on his desk. "This is the address of the Teller-Morrow, the automotive shop your dad works at. I would take you there myself, but I'm swamped here."

"Oh, it's no issue," you shrug and take the slip of paper. "I can get there myself. Thank you for everything, though."

You turn and begin to leave when Unser calls for you to stop.

"I forgot to mention, your dad goes by 'Tig.'"

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Juice stretched out his arms and popped his neck while he wiped his hands with a rag. Two weeks of waiting for one part was finally over, and he could get this damn Taurus out of the shop. He tossed the rag into his toolbox when a sleek black car comes rumbling into the lot.

He leaves the garage to get a closer look and notices the car is actually a classic, a well taken care of (or well restored) '69 Chevy. While he admires the car he notices you, too.

Your hair is partly clipped back, with enough loose enough to frame your face in a casual look. You're pretty, and admittedly he'd be more distracted by you but Juice can tell by the look on your face you're nervous. Juice would know, it's a look he's had to learn to hide.

By sight and sound nothing seemed to be wrong with your car, and Juice can't help but wonder why you're here.

You shut the engine off and exit your vehicle, all the while silently composing yourself. Heart thudding in your chest, you wonder if you're doing the right thing.

Juice takes the moment you shut the door to approach further.

"Hello," he greets politely, friendly smile on his face. "I'm Juice, and I'll be taking care of you today. What seems to be the problem?"

"Oh, no," you shake your head and laugh nervously. "Nothing's wrong with her. I'm actually-"

You pause, close your eyes for a second and bite the inside of your bottom lip. Juice can't help but watch you fondly, finding you oddly adorable.

Finally you open your eyes and flash a bright, genuine smile.

Damn, I'm made, he thinks.

"This is gonna sound completely insane," you explain, nervously clasping your hands together. "But, um, I'm looking for Alexa- well, no, Tig, Tig Trager."

Juice raises his brows. "Tig? Uh, I don't know if now's the best time."

It's true, he's currently in Oakland with Jax and Chibs on quick business.

"Look, I know it's inconvenient and you don't know me," you plead. You're closer now and Juice can smell your sweet perfume and practically feel your hopefulness. "But until a couple months ago I had no idea my dad was even alive. And then I found out I was here for weeks before realizing he's here, too."

Your dad? There has to be a story there. Juice raises his hands to either side of your arms, holding you still in hopes to assure you.

"It's okay," he says sternly, but in an endearing way. "Tig's not here right now but he should be soon, so let's head on inside and you can tell me a little bit about you. Just to be sure, no offense."

You smile, relieved to be believed to some extent rather than none. "Thank you, Juice. Thank you."

Juice leads you into the Teller-Morrow through the garage entrance into the larger building. From what you could see on the outside you wouldn't have imagined such a spacious clubhouse inside.

Inside were several pool tables, a couch with mini pieces about, a bar with stools, and other tables each with their own set of chairs. Decorations littered the walls and floors and you laughed to yourself as you noted a nearly full ashtray on almost every surface and a wall completely dedicated to mugshots.

Juice leads you to the bar where he gestures for you to sit as he makes his way around. You slip onto a stool and watch patiently as Juice finds two glasses and turns to you.

"What's your preference?"

You shrug, "Whatever, I'm not partial. On the rocks, though."

He serves you and pours his own drink before setting the bottle down and leaning on the bar on his elbows in front of you.

"So tell me about you," Juice presses softly. He can tell by your fingers circling the rim of your glass that you're not excited for this conversation but he has no choice. "You said you've been here for a few weeks, where'd you live before?"

"Nevada, mostly," you tell him before sipping on your drink. "My mother moved us around a couple times and we lived in Colorado for a while before eventually settling in Sparks."

"Why'd you guys move around?"

You drain the rest of your drink quickly in hopes it'll support you through this conversation. Juice begins to refill your glass without being asked.

"I didn't know it then, but my mom was running from the Sons," you confess.

Juice's eyes widen slightly as he looked you over. What could you know about the club? They were notorious around Charming sure, but with their recent run ins with the ATF has the club struggling and making choices they wouldn't normally make.

You continue, "It wasn't until I graduated high school and I left that she told me my dad was actually alive. Then she told me about the Sons of Anarchy, and everything else I did on my own."

Juice nods, unsure of what to say. He nurses his drink for a moment before reaching for your hand.

"This life is complicated, but we're a family here."

The gesture, simple as it is, riles up all the pent up feelings you've mastered all your life comes rushing forward as tears brim your eyes.

"Family," you repeat and pull your hand from Juice to wipe your tears. "What a weird concept?"

The two of you talk well into the evening and you end up migrating to the couch with a bottle and a large bowl of buttery popcorn. Juice made good company. He's genuine, gunny, and from the way he talks you can tell the Sons are something special to him.

He tells you about himself in turn for the vulnerable information you've given him. You learn he was born and raised in New York before coming to Charming, and he has a little sister behind in the city. Juice tells you he works in the TM garage alongside what he does for the club.

"I'm not stupid," you tell him once you notice his hesitance. "It's not hard to find information on the club from the locals around here."

He chuckles softly, "Yeah, I'm sure. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Before you can the rumbling of bikes coming into the TM parking lot distracts you. Instinctively you grabbed Juice's hand, but let go just as fast as you'd grabbed him. Luckily before he can say anything the door bursts open and income more Sons.

The first is a younger blond man with piercing blue eyes and you notice the President patch on his left. He greets Juice happily before his eyes look to you, and he looks confused but seemingly brushes it off and goes to the bar.

Your dad walks in near arm in arm with another handsome man with scarred cheeks, obviously older than he is in the polaroid you own, but otherwise he seems the same. Its as if he can feel your gaze as he turns to meet his blue eyes to your own.

You stand, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. "Hi, Tig," you greet, silently cursing the waver in your voice. Immediately the polaroid is out of your back pocket and in your hand. "My name's Y/n, and my mom's Y/m/n."

He takes the polaroid from you without a word and holds it carefully in his hands. His friend has stepped away towards Juice, likely for questioning.

"I saw Unser earlier today," you continue on. "He told me that I have a grave here in Charming, so does mom. Funny, considering she always told me you were the dead one."

You take a shaky breath in, trying to keep from bursting into tears. "I just... I wanted you to know I'm not dead, very much alive. I don't, like, expect anything from you I just knew I had to say something."

Tig finally breaks away from the polaroid to meet your eyes again, and it makes you feel a bit better to see his blue eyes are as tear filled as your own.

He raises one hand to cup your cheek, thumb moving to wipe your tears. "Losing you was the worst pain of my life," he admits softly.

His words crumble your resolve, the walls you'd spent your adolescence building to protect yourself fell faster than they were constructed. You practically fall into his arms, and the two of you break down as you hold each other.

As you sob into Tig's chest he merely cradles you the way he wishes he'd been able to all these years. The way he deserved to have been there for you. He holds you tight against him like he's afraid you'll dissipate and it'll be decades before he sees you again.

"We're gonna be okay, baby," he tells you. "We're gonna be okay."

This time, he's not going to be letting you go so easy.

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newmysterygirl · 3 years

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Your the diamond I'm the rough

Inspired by Brantley Gilbert's song New Money.

Summary: Tig drops Reader off after hanging out all day.

A/N: Not my photo.

Pulling up to Y/N's house Tig doesn't want to drop her off.

He wants to drive for.... ever and he doesn't know it but she felt the same way.

She loves having her arms wrapped around him.

He loves feeling her against him.

She loves when they have to stop at a red light and he puts his hand on her thigh and rub it. She'll squeeze him tighter.

Once the motorcycle comes to a complete stop she hops off and hands him the helmet, smiling.

"Thank you for today. I loved it."

With his bright blue eyes staring into her big Y/E/C eyes he says "I'm glad doll. Can I be honest with you?" He ask shyly, taking off his glasses.

"Of course tiger."

"When I'm with you I feel like I'm in a rolls. I wanna drop the top so everybody knows I'm rolling with a dime." He says

She looks down, trying to hide her bright red cheeks.

He lifts her chin

"Yeah that's you honey. Your the diamond I'm the rough. Shining like new money. Let it shine babe." He says looking her up and down.

She doesn't say anything. Just stands there, looking into his bright blue eyes, blushing.

He softly kisses her before tapping her hip and saying "Head inside sweetheart. I'll wait."

She nods and quickly kisses him one more time before running to her front door, unlocking it and walking inside but not before she looks back at him.

He shoots her a killer smile before revving the engine.

She shuts the door and locks it with the biggest smile on her face.

He drives back to the clubhouse with the biggest smile on his face.

Once he gets there he realizes he's found the one because he can't stop the shit eating grin on his face and he doesn't want any croweater he just wants his diamond.

#soa #sons of anarchy #fandom #soa imagine #imagine #one shot #tig trager #tig trager x reader #tig trager fluff #sons of anarchy fluff #soa fanfiction #soa fluff #newmysterygirltig

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little-diable · 4 years

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Bruises - Jax Teller Drabble (angst/fluff)

Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warning: violence, reader gets hurt

“What the fuck happened to your face?” His jaw was clenched, eyes pitch black as he traced his thumb over her bruises, tears streamed down the sides of her face.

(Y/n) shook her head “no”, the (y/h/c) haired girl stepped out of his embrace, fingernails clawing at her own skin. “I-I don’t know,” her voice was hoarse from all the crying, she looked awful, it broke his heart to see his girlfriend hurting and helpless like this.

Jax pulled her against his chest, once again, he inhaled her sweet smell, a smell that usually managed to bring a smile to his face, but now he felt anger flooding through his veins, he was seething, ready to make the person, that bruised up his girlfriend, pay. “Darling, please,” he sounded desperate, Jax hated to feel helpless, hated to not manage to take her pain away. “He-he was tall, and I- I think he had brown hair, and green eyes,” she whispered against his chest, eyes closed as she tried to calm herself down.

Jax helped her put his sweatshirt on, his scent instantly managed to stop her tears from falling, grasped her hand in his and walked her out of his room, towards the church, where the rest of the club was waiting for him, his jaw was clenched. “Jax where the fu-” Tig stopped speaking as he took in (y/n) trembling figure, a nasty bruise was forming around her left eye, some blood still dropped down out of her broken nose. “Jesus (y/n),” the boys turned towards her, angry looks swapped over their features.

She was seated in Jax lap, one arm was tightly wrapped around her frame, a cigarette was placed in the other hand, she tried as best as she could to tell them about what had happened, he had followed her home, pulled her into an alleyway and fucked up her face. She didn’t know who he was or why he was doing that, a shiver ran up her spine as she recalled the previous events. “We will find him, I promise,” Jax whispered against her hairline, a determined look on his face.

As much as the sons tried to find the one who was responsible for (y/n)s suffering, there were no leads, nothing that would help them. They wouldn’t stop looking, leave no stone unturned, Jax couldn’t get the imagine of her scared, trembling figure out of is his mind, it would keep him up at night.

(Y/n) was walking around the clubhouse, music was blasting from the speakers, the club was filled to the brim, crow eaters mingled around with the sons, two bottles of beer were placed in (y/n)s hands as her eyes found his. Jax was walking towards her, a smirk on his face as he took in her figure, god how much he loved this girl, but his whole demanor changed as he watched the bottles fall from her hands, tears blurred her vision.

“Darling?” Jax gripped her shoulder, Tig, Chibs and Bobby came to a halt next to (y/n), concerned looks on their faces. “It’s him,”’she whispered as she pointed towards the tall guy that was watching her from across the room. Jax loudly exhaled, without saying another word he walked towards the man, a devilish smirk on his face as he bashed his fist against the guys nose, a cracking noise hallowed through the room. “Did you really think, that after fucking up my girls face, it was a good idea to show your face around here?” Jax eyebrows were pulled upwards, he stomped his foot against the guys abdomen, a groan left the guy.

(Y/n) watched the scene from afar, a satisfied feeling washed over her as she watched Jax bruise up the guys body. Gemma pulled her against her side, she loved the girl, would do anything for her, she was like the daughter she never had. Jax kept on fucking up the guys face as Tig pulled him away from the almost unresponsive body, “my turn”, was all he said as he slammed his foot against the guys forehead. The sons were very protective of (y/n), they adored her, would do anything to keep her safe.

Jax pulled off his sweaty shirt as he walked towards his girl, Gemma let go of her, so she could run into his arms. “Thank you,” (y/n) whispered against his chest. “Nobody touches my girl.”

#jax teller #soa #charlie hunnam #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #jax teller x reader #jax teller fluff #soa imagine #gemma teller #tig trager #Jax Teller one shot #Jax Teller

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onedoesnotsimplywriteafanfic · 3 years

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That is what you get for saving the enemies wife

(I do not own the Gif)

Characters: Jax, Juice, Opie, Tig, Chibs, Half Sack/kip, Gemma, mentioned ; HectorSalazar, Clay morrow

Pairing: Prospect Juice X reader, Jax x Sister!reader

Summary: When you walked by the clubhouse of the Calaveras, you notice smoke coming out of the building. After a better look you find out the clubhouse is on fire. You decided at first not to interfere but after hearing someone crying for help you climbed trough a window without hesitation. A women is trapped in the burning room, while you break open the door you try not to get notice because you’re on enemies ground. No one saw you help the women later know as the girlfriend of Hectar Zalasar, only leaving the building trough the window you came.

Zalasar is determent you started the fire and wants revenge. Sending you a package filled with an acid bomb which leaves you blind after opening.

Seven years after and still trying to make the best of your life you grow closer to the new prospect. He is the first one besides your brother you open up to over the incident.

Warnings: none?

Word count: 5,709

Navigating through a room filled with black smoke, I looked for the door. My lungs filled with smoke and my eyes full of tears I struggled to kick in the door. The silhouette of a woman was barely visible. I ran in and helped the woman to her feet. With one arm around her waist and the other I held her arm, which was over my shoulders. At walking pace we walked through the corridors to the main entrance. I let her go a few meters before the entrance. Saying she had to move on herself.

I turned around and walked back to the room from which I had entered. Looking back, the woman tried to identify me but all she saw was the logo on my jacket. The reaper.

With my whole body wrapped in cold sweat, I shot straight up in my bed. Gasping and coughing, I panicked and tried to look around but everything was dark. Tears came to my eyes when I found out it was a dream. After I had calmed down, I put my feet next to my bed. I stroke over my clock on my bedside table for the time, half past two. With a sigh I got to my feet and walked more cautiously to the kitchen.

Navigating through the hall with one hand on the wall, I found my way. In the kitchen, I took a glass from the counter and filled it with water. I felt the cool liquid slide down my throat. I thought back to my dream, I couldn't remember much of it, but from the way I woke up I had an inkling of what it was about.

I had no regrets about the day or the things I did. Maybe if I had kept walking, my life would have looked different now. A second pair of footsteps came down the stairs, faster than mine. They walked into the kitchen and stopped there. ‘’Jax?’’ I asked out loud. The footsteps could only belong to one person, my brother. ‘’I'm here, darlin’. Another nightmare?’’ I nodded slowly. I heard Jax approach, he pulled me closer and put his arms around me. ‘’I wish I could do something about it, I hate to see you like this.’’ With my arms around his waist, I buried myself in his chest. ‘’It will be okay.’’ It came out less believable than I had hoped.

Jax heard the disappointment in my voice. ‘’I wish I could sit with you on the couch, waiting for you to fall asleep again but the club needs me.’’ I pulled away from him and put a hand on his cheek. ‘’Go, I'll see you later today.’’ I squeezed his cheek softly and smiled. With a kiss on my crown he walked to the door, there he stopped and called. "Will you call when you arrive?" After my accident, he was very protective even though he knew I could take care of myself. ‘’I'll be fine, I'll ride with Mom.’’ I shouted after him. The door slammed back into the lock. With a deep sigh, I refilled my glass with water and then found my way to the couch. I made myself comfortable and started a podcast that I listened to until I fell back asleep.

Later that morning, I was awakened by my mother. "Honey wake up, I'm leaving in thirty minutes." Slowly I woke up. I opened my eyes with a dull feeling. Sitting upright, I felt for the TV remote and paused the podcast. I rubbed my eyes extensively but gently. In the kitchen my mother was busy making coffee and as soon as she had her cup she went straight to the club, which meant that I had to hurry.

Feeling through my closet for the right combination, all my clothes were divided into compartments. Pants, T-shirts, tops, cardigans, blouses and even dresses. Separated by small edges at the top of the railing. My outfit for the day was simple, jeans with a T-shirt and flannel blouse. My shoes were down by the door. Before I left my room I grabbed my cane and sunglasses.

Downstairs my mother had a cup of coffee ready for me. ‘’Drink up." She handed me my mug. ‘’Thank you, Jax is already at the clubhouse.’’ I gave her the heads up. ‘’I suspected it.’’ She looked over her shoulder. I stood against the counter and drank my coffee. Listening to the movements my mother made and the vibrations I felt under my feet, I got the feeling that she was stressed. ‘’Is something wrong, Mom?’’ With my mug between both hands, I looked in the direction I thought she was standing. ‘’The garage, there is another customer who is difficult and your father," she stopped mid-sentence. My father was Clay Morrow, Jax was John Teller's son.

My dad ran the Sons of Anarchy, it was sometimes hard for my mom to agree with some of the decisions but she was 100 percent behind him. ‘’Dad knows what he's doing and we have to trust that.’’ I placed my now empty mug on the counter. ‘’I know, and I do.’’ She stopped and thought. ‘’Let's just go.’’ She said finally. I nodded and walked to the door. Before I left the house I put on my ankle boots and slipped into my denim jacket with my Sons vest over it. Matching my brothers style.

The ride to the club was not long, the sound of the engine filling my ears. The wind blew through my hair through the open window, with my face turned out I felt the rising sun warm my face. The radio echoed softly in the background. With my thoughts elsewhere, I didn't realize we were already there. The car had been parked for a few minutes. My mother taps my arm gently. ‘’Hey, we're here.’’ Blinking my eyes, I sat straight up in the chair. ‘’Thanks for the lift.’’ With a smile, I opened the passenger door and got out.

Always parked in the same place, the same way. Parked backwards in the parkingspot so the passenger was facing the club. That way I knew immediately where to go without asking. ‘’If you need me, I'll be in the office.’’ My mother called from her side of the car. ‘’Okay, I'll come by later, I think.’’ She nodded and walked to the office, without my knowing, I continued my way to the entrance of the club.

Inside, Tig, Chibs and Oppie were sitting at the bar, with Half Sack as the bartender. The four men greeted me one by one. ‘’Hey there Doll.’’ Tig was the first to get up and walk over to me. With one hand on my cheek he gave a kiss on my crown. The goatee on his chin tickled my forehead that made me giggle. ‘’Hey Tig.’’ I said with a big smile on my face. Tig and I were always very close, now worse than ever. People sometimes thought we were together, maybe if he had been a little younger or if I was a little older who knows. Age didn't matter, but deep down twenty years was quite a lot. When Jax wasn't around, Tig was the first to stand up for me and be capable of anything.

Chibs sat at the bar and greeted me candidly. ‘’Oi, love.’’ Chibs was barely understood with his accent and he only said two words. For hours I could listen to him, talking about one of his many stories. The way he told it combined with his accent was everything I lived for. He often talked about his life back in Belfast. The place where he grew up in Northern Ireland.

On the other hand, Opie got up and greeted me with a hug. ‘’Hey kiddo.’’ His arms folded around me. ‘’Good to hear from you again.’’ Opie was on a ride with a few other members and was gone for four days. He was like a brother to me. The three of us grew up. It was always Jax, Opie and myself. ‘’I missed you.’’ I whispered into his chest. His grip around me tightened a little. ‘’Missed you too.’’ He whispered back.

The door behind us opened and by the way and sound of how they walked, Jax emerged from the chapel. ‘’Okay, listen, everyone is expected in the chapel.’’ Opie turned to Jax and stepped aside to show that I was there too. ‘’Hey.’’ Jax said with a smile in his voice. ‘’I'll have a very important job for you.’’ He stopped in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. ‘’Oh, really?’’ I looked at him with a tilted head. ‘’Yes, we are getting a new prospect this afternoon. But there is no one who can put him in his place.’’ I had to chuckle the way Jax conveyed it.

Whenever a new prospect came into the club, we treated them like he was less than us, that way we taught them to stand up for themself. Life in a motor club was not easy, the violence, the blood we had on our hands. ‘’So ...’’ he stretched the words. ‘’I was thinking about you, they need to know who to really fear.’’ I laughed. ‘’Okay, I have to do some shopping before the next lockdown, because someone forgot.’’ I emphasized someone and patted him on the chest. ‘’I had Half,’’ I interrupted before placing the blame on the prospect. ‘’No, it doesn't work that way, it was your job and now I can do it.’’ With one hand on my hip, I looked at him. ‘’Sorry, sister.’’ He spoke honestly. ‘’The things I will do for you.’’ I said with a sigh.

Before I closed the club doors behind me, I heard Jax say. ‘’Kip, go with her.’’ And moments after, Kip, also known as Half Sack, came running out. ‘’Hey, wait a minute.’’ He called as he tried to keep up with me. ‘’It's sweet of you, but I can go shopping alone.’’ A panting Kip walked up next to me. ‘’But who will help you with lifting the groceries, do you know how much you have to take back?’’ enough to feed an entire orphanage. ‘’Fine.’’ I said briefly.

I didn’t want Kip to drive us. It was not because I didn’t trust him in a car but I liked to walk. ‘’What do you think they are talking about back at the club?’’ Kip asked out of nowhere. ‘’I don’t know, if it is important we will know soon enough.’’ I answered his question, shrugging my shoulders. Important or not Jax would tell me anyway.

The club was under some stress with the Niners, the police were on our backs and my dad and Jax weren’t speaking on the same page. There was a lot they could have been talking about. On the occasion I was allowed in the chapel, be present by the meeting and be able to vote. Every other time I was not, Jax would always fill me in later on in the day.

The grocery shopping took for ever, people that were complaining that it took me to long to choose a product or that I hit them with my cain. One man, in his late thirties, was ready to start a fight and I was having none of it. Getting more and more angry, not of the fact that he accused me of anything because of my blindness but of my vest.

He was mansplaining me that women didn’t belong in the club and that we were only good for getting beer and sex. It took everything in me not to hit him but I got close. Kip did had to hold me back before I did. ‘’All I am saying is that it women belong in the kitchen not in the club itself and don’t get me started on women wearing the vest.’’ before I handed Kip my cain I checked where the men was standing. ‘’Hold this.’’ I said and let go of I it and took a step forward.

Kip who knew me and what I was capable of, jumped into action and wrapped his arms around my waist holding me back. ‘’If I were you, you should shut up and leave. Blind or not she has a mean right hook.’’ Kip warned the man. The man looked at me, but before he could protest he was asked to leave by the staff of the grocery shop. ‘’I am so sorry ma’am.’’ The young lady of the staff said. I smiled nicely at her. ‘’It’s oké.’’ And continued looking for everything else we needed.

After paying and double checking if we had everything we headed back to the club. Kip was carrying more then he could and I had two bags. ‘’Don’t you think we may have bought to much?’’ he had difficulty walking due the extra wight. ‘’No, with those animals, you can never have enough.’’ I thought back to a couple lockdowns back, we had enough to last two weeks. One week in and the kitchen was empty.

The prospect arrived just after Kip and I had left. The young man in his late twenties of Puerto Rican descent with a mohawk and head tattoos reported to my mother in her office. A soft knock could be heard on the door. ‘’Come in.’’ Gemma called from within the room. Carefully he opened the door and stepped into the small office. Gemma turned herself in her chair and looked at the young man. ‘’I'm looking for Jax Teller. Do you know where I can find him?’’ He immediately got into business. ‘’And who may you be?’’ She asked uninterested, ignoring his question. ‘’My name is Juan Ortiz, I'm the new prospect.’’ He continued talking.

Gemma looked him up and down. ‘’Great.’’ she said and stood up. ‘’Sit’’ She said as if he was a dog and walked out. He did what she said and took a seat in one of the chairs next to the desk. ‘’Don’t touch anything.’’ Gemma said before walking out the door, heading to the clubhouse.

We entered the parking lot of the club and headed inside. ‘’Maybe we should have taken the car.’’ I said as the realization hit me. My feet were sore and I felt bad for Kip. ‘’Need a drink?’’ I asked him, placing the bags on the pool table.

Kip placed his bags on the table as well and made a relieving sound. ‘’I can’t feel my arms anymore, and I am not allowed to drink, yet.’’ he said, pouting. It was one of Jax many weird rules, prospects don’t drink from the bar. ‘’Oh toughen up, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. Besides, I am the one who offers.’’ Making my way behind the bar.

Neither one of us knew my mother was in the chapel as well until they walked out. Kip was sitting on one of the bar stools and I stood behind the bar. Both a glass of whiskey in hand. The door opened and every one walked out one by one. First my mother, followed by my brother and then the rest of the group.

The first thing Jax noticed was Kip drinking. ‘’What did I tell you,’’ he started but I stopped him. ‘’Shut up and let him have it. He deserved it.’’ I said trying to point him Jax his direction. Kip crabbed my arm and pointed it more to my left. Now I was pointing at Jax. Some chuckles filled the room, mostly of the others while Jax stood with an amused expression. I was the only one who could talk back to him like that.

After a good laugh my mother asked Jax to follow her. The others joined us at the bar for a drink. ‘’You know my poison, doll.’’ Tig said seductively and winked, while adding a sound effect. So I would now he winked, not that I wasn’t already thinking that.

I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge. Everything was labeled with braille, the shelves, the bottles, all to make my life easier. Placing the beer on the bar and before I could let go Tig already took it from me. ‘’Thank you, dear.’’ he said with the utmost sweet voice he could muster.

While we had fun in the clubhouse, talking and drinking, Jax walked back to the office with Gemma. Inside Juan still sitting on the chair, looking like a lost puppy. He noticed the two walking in and stood up immediately. ‘’I’m,’’ he started while holding out his hand, but Jax cut him off. ‘’Don’t care follow me.’’ Jax said and turned around to walk back to the clubhouse.

Every new prospect was treated like a no body when they first got here. The sooner you grew a pair and stood up against them the sooner you got treated as an equal. They both entered the room and all the heads turned to them. I stood still leaning against the bar looking ahead of me.

Neither of the guys spend much attention to Jax and kept talking. The two walked over to the bar, standing close to it to hear their conversation. ‘’One rule, don’t piss off the lady.’’ Jax said while pointing to me, knowing I could hear them. Juan followed his gaze and looked at me. ‘’I don’t see,’’ he started and a smirk played along my lips. Their it was, the one thing I hoped he would say. ‘’Well neither can I.’’ I said as the bitch I can be.

Everyone else tried to hold back their laughter. ‘’I’m sorry?’’ he asked a small panic in his voice, not realizing I was blind. ‘’What did he say about not pissn’ of the lady’’ Chibs said in the most Scottish way possible. The boy looked horrified. ‘’Well? What can’t you ‘’see’’?’’ I asked with quotation marks when I said see.

I looked in their directions, waiting for him to speak. ‘’I don’t see how I could piss of such lovely lady.’’ He stuttered a bit. Licking my lips I thought of what to say next, but I thought we had already scared him enough for now. ‘’Don’t worry, you don’t piss me off that easily.’’ I flashed him a soft smile.

But not everyone agreed with my statement because Tig snorted loudly. ‘’Watch it Trager, before I put real poison in your drink next time.’’ I shot him a death glare as I put down my sunglasses. He knew I didn’t mean any of it, and couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’You love me to much to have me dead, doll.’’ I shook my head and laughed, knowing it was true.

I turned back to Jax and Juan. ‘’Please take a seat.’’ I gestured to a hopefully empty stool. Jax excused him self and walked back into the chapel as his phone ringed. Juan took a seat and I pored him a glass of orange juice. ‘’Here you go.’’ I placed it on the bar and another fit of snickers and laughter erupted from the others. ‘’Orange juice?’’ He questioned.

Leaning with my elbows on the bar I turned to him. ‘’Got a problem with that?’’ I tried to look at him straight but failed, I ended up looking past him. ‘’No, not at all.’’ he said careful not knowing how els to respond. ‘’Good, so tell me, what is your name?’’ A playful smile lingered around my lips, the boy in front of me sounded to innocent and brought a different type of myself to the surface.

For a strange reason I felt comfortable around him, even tough we’ve just met. ‘’Juan Ortiz.’’ He held out his hand and waited for me to shake it. ‘’Yeah, we ain’t gonna call you that for ever.’’ Standing back up straight and ignoring his outstretched hand. Here most of us had a nick name or something els then our real name to go by. Most men just called me pet names in staid of my name.

Juan looked at me, more like staring at me. ‘’What is your problem?’’ He blurred out, realizing what he had said once it was to late. ‘’Excuse me?’’ I said turning my head once more in his direction. This time I meant being bitchy. The boys went silent and I could hear someone walking towards my side of the bar. ‘’Well you see,’’ I had to interrupt him then and there. ‘’That is my fucking problem, I CAN’T.’’ I said angry and ripped off my sunglasses tossing them god knows where.

I looked at him, my face exposed to him. It was the one thing I was insecure about, my eyes. The were pearl withe and glossy, but the skin around my eyes was red and burned. A gasp left his lips and he was lost of words. ‘’That’s what I thought.’’ I said and walked away, nearly tripping over someones feet. ‘’Sweetheart.’’ Tig tried to hold me back, he was standing behind me and it were his feet I tripped over. ‘’Don’t.’’ I said with a trembling voice.

I brushed past him and walked outside, forgetting my cain behind the bar. ‘’I.. I uhm didn’t know.’’ Juan started but didn’t know how to continue. ‘’It was kinda obvious, you could have seen her scaring, even whit sunglasses and there is braille everywhere.’’ Opie stated the obvious. Juan began to feel more guilty by the second. ‘’I should talk to her.’’ he started and looked for my sunglasses to give them back to me. ‘’I don’t think that’s the best idea.’’ Jax said, standing in the door frame leading to the chapel.

He walked over to Juan and took the glasses from him. ‘’Don’t take it personal. Losing her sight took a toll on her.’’ For the first time ever to a prospect, Jax spoke in a soft and empathic way. ‘’She wasn’t always blind?’’ He looked up at Jax, registering what he had said. ‘’No, and that is not my story to tell.’’ With a sigh Jax walked outside looking for me. Already knowing where I would be.

We both shared a lot of things, from music taste to disliking the same people and even our hiding place when things get to complicated. It was on the roof of the office, at first it was scary to climb the latter but now it didn’t bother me any more.

Hearing the familiar screeching of the latter I knew someone was coming up. A while back Jax had brought up two chairs to sit on so he took a seat next to me. ‘’What is wrong?’’ he asked worried. ‘’Everything.’’ I said in between sobs. Without saying another word he pulled me closer in to a tight hug. ‘’I didn’t mean to lash out to him like that.’’ I said after a while still crying my eyes out.

Somedays everything got to much to handle and I needed a good cry. ‘’He knows.’’ we sat like this till I completely calmed down. ‘’So, wanna tell me what happened at the store today?’’ I shook my head. ‘’Not really, it’s not worth it.’’ it really wasn’t I could take care of myself. ‘’Alright.’’ he said quietly.

Jax gave back my sunglasses and cain, we were about to head back inside when he was once again intercepted by the ringing of his phone. He looked at the caller ID and put the phone away. ‘’He can wait, family is more important.’’ He threw his arm around my shoulder. We entered the clubhouse and I took a seat on the cough.

The rest of the day went by rather quickly. Jax had yet another club thing to discus and my mother was also making over hours, so I asked Tig to drive me home. That night another nightmare corrupted my sleep.

Fire, everything was on fire. The walls, the floors. The heat alone was burning my skin. The smoke filling my lungs. Tears filled eyes, trying to find my way to the screaming women.

Finding her wasn’t the difficult part, it was getting out unnoticed what would be tricky. My mouth covered with my sleeve, searching for a way out. Climbing out the window I came in from.

With a gasp I jolted up straight. Panting heavily, crying softly. Cold sweat covered my body once again. Never had I nightmares of the accident that caused me to lose my vision, it was always what I had done to deserve it.

The nightmares got worse and worse each night. It would be seven years ago, in a couple days and the days leading to that anniversary, always took a toll on my mental health. At night I didn’t sleep and the day I tried to distract myself by bonding with Juan, who I kept calling Juicy or Juice. All because I still give him a glass of juice when we gather around the bar for drinks.

Not only did I feel worse each day but I looked worse too. Walking into the clubhouse I was greeted by Juice. ‘’He… oef you look like the dead.’’ he joked and kissed my cheek. ‘’Careful, before you are son.’’ Chibs said with a laugh in voice. I let out a tired laugh. ‘’Don’t worry, you are to adorable to kill.’’ I patted his chest before making my way to the cough and sitting down.

It was a slow day until Jax called everyone on a run. ‘’Alright, we are needed by our brothers in the town next door, so saddle up.’’ Jax looked around the room and saw sitting on the coughs with my knees to my chest and my chin resting on them. ‘’Juice,’’ he started waiting for the prospect to look up. ‘’I need you to stay here. I need some one here to look after my sister.’’ He too looked at me. ‘’Of course.’’ he said, at the time not knowing why it was so important for Jax.

I was so in my own thoughts that I didn’t catch a word of what had been said. I felt the couch sink in next to me. ‘’Hey, darlin’.’’ Jax said softly, placing a hand on my arm. ‘’Uh?’’ I asked turning my head to wards him. ‘’Did you heard what I just said?’’ he asked and I shook my head. ‘’The boys and I are leaving. Juice is staying here with you.’’ He explained.

I was to tired to argue so I nodded. ‘’Be careful.’’ I said as I hugged my brother. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me as close as he could to his chest. ‘’When am I not?’’ He jokingly asked, causing me to laugh. ‘’Don’t get me started.’’ I had a list of the times he was everything but careful.

Every one got an hour to go home and pack, before meeting back at the club. Now everyone was ready to leave. Juice and me stood outside. I never let them leave without a hug. Once I couldn’t hear the roaring of their motors, we headed back inside.

Together we sat at the cough. ‘’What do you want to do?’’ Juice asked me, a little nervous. I could feel him bouncing his leg. ‘’Can we just listen to music. I don’t feel like doing anything.’’ I said between yawing. ‘’Sure.’’ he said and put on a playlist.

It didn’t last long before I fell asleep. My head fell on his shoulder and I tried to make myself comfortable. Juice looked down at me and smiled. He too noticed how tired I was lately, he tried to make me talk about it but I didn’t want to.

Juice tried to lay down on the cough without waking me. He took of my sunglasses and lay them on the table. Together we lay on the coughs, wrapped in each others arms. First it was a peaceful slumber but soon was corrupted by nightmares. I started to twitch slightly and murmur in my sleep.

Not knowing what was going on, Juice looked down on me again. ‘’Are you oke?’’ he asked quietly, but not getting a respond. The nightmare got only worse by the second and soon enough I screamed out in terror before waking up.

For a second I didn’t know where I was. Juice got up too and grabbed my hand. ‘’It was just a dream.’’ he said in a soft tone, trying to calm me down. ‘’What ever happened can not hurt you here.’’ He pulled me into a hug and held me till I stopped crying. ‘’Please talk to me about it. I hate to see you like this.’’ He wiped away the tears from my face.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. ‘’Alright, I will tell you what has been haunting me for seven years.’’ It took me a significant amount of courage to say those words. Of course everyone who was there that day knew what happened but I never talked about it with no one except for my brother. As we sat back down on the cough I started my story, reliving it as I spoke.

Seven years ago, I walked trough rival territory, fully aware that I shouldn’t have been there. As I was walking down the street, the smell of smoke filled my nostrils. Looking around the area I noticed smoke rising in the air. I followed its trail back to the source and saw that it came from the Calaveras club house.

With my head low, I walked trough the crowd that had gathered in the street. Once I was clear from the crowd I picked up my paste, knowing I needed to get the hell away from there.

Walking past the burning clubhouse I heard a women screaming for help. It pained me to hear her scream, begging for someone to save her. Till this day I still don’t know why none of the firefighters went back inside to save her. With myself in battle of what to do, I either lost or won, but I went inside trough a back window.

Following the woman’s scream, covering my mouth with my sleeve to prevent smoke inhalation. The screams came from behind a closed door, it was either locked or blocked. Kicking in the door, was the only possible way to enter. Black smoke filled the room and I could barely see the woman in front of me.

I ran towards her and helped her up. With one arm around her waist and the other holding on her arm that laid over my shoulder, we made our way to the door. The closer we got to the exit, the more screams from the outside I could hear.

Mainly I heard the screams of Hector Salazar. ‘’My wife is still in there!’’ So they knew that she was missing. I brought her as close to the exit as I could, she had to walk out the last few meters. No one could know I was there.

Carefully pushing the women to the exit I said. ‘’You got this, just keep moving.’’ She nodded and held herself steady against the wall. ‘’You got this.’’ I said again before turning around to make my way out trough the same window I came in from.

I thought that she had already turned around before I did, but she didn’t and saw my vest. She saw the Sons logo on my back and she tried to tell her husband that I saved her. But once he heard that the sons were involved he made the conclusion I was also the one who started the fire. And he wanted revenge.

My voice was horse from crying and talking. Juice held my hands the entire time I talked, to let me now he was still there. He would squeeze my hand every now and then to let me know he was still paying attention. ‘’But that still doesn’t explain you losing your sight.’’ He noted, after I was silent for a couple minutes.

It made me laugh weakly. ‘’You are so impatient sometimes.’’ I said with a small giggle in my voice. ‘’First he showed up at the clubhouse, threatening me. He had me followed by his men to harm me. But when I didn’t left the clubhouse anymore in fear of my safety, he had to get creative.’’ My heart was beating way to fast and breathing was uneven.

We sat around the bar having a laugh and a drink when Tig brought in a package. For me. He placed in front of me on the bar. ‘’For you, doll.’’ he said, kissing the top of my head, that being the first time to see me that day.

Not remembering I had order something, I examined the box. For as far I could see there was nothing suspicious about it so I opened it. As I opened it and looked inside something exploded and a wet substance burned its way onto my face.

Turning my head to my hands I continued. ‘’It was an acid bomb, not big enough to take me out. But to leave a message. That is how I lost my sight.’’ New tears filled my eyes and I didn’t fought to hold them back.

I let them stain my face, I let everything that I had bottled up the past seven years out. ‘’I never should have been walking in that neighbourhood in the first place. Cause this is what you get for saving the enemies wife.’’ I faced Juice, pointing at my face. ‘’I hate waking up, every day, not being able to see the faces of every one I care about. I hate my self,’’ Juice interrupted me by placing his hand on my cheek.

He tilled my head slightly up so I faced him head on. ‘’You saved a life, she is alive because of your bravery. Never hate yourself, cause to me, you are perfect.’’ I was lost of words and couldn’t help but smile. I hugged him once more and never wanting to let go.

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kazosa · 7 years

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Ye ruined me, lass.

I wrote this when I should have been doing my college classes. Hope it doesn’t suck. I’m a super fluffy writer with a tiny bit of steam, so if that’s not your deal…

Summary: Chibs and the reader once worked at TM together. The reader was oblivious to Chibs’ feelings for her.

Warnings: language, smidge of angst, fluffiness

Word count: 1500(ish)

Tagging: @charlottecl @sam-samcro

He first saw her when she was on the other side of the street. It was hard to miss those long legs even though the dress she was wearing was poofy around her knees. He watched her as she appeared to be looking for something. If he hadn’t been the only one in Scoops, he might have called out to her just to see if she needed help. There was something about her that was familiar, he just couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

In a stroke of luck, the woman crossed the road and headed in the direction of scoops. She was walking slowly as she entered the view through the windows, her long legs stretching up for days. And then he saw it, the tattoo. He recognized that tattoo. She pulled the handle to the door and walked in. He finally saw her face clearly.

When you went out to TM, Tiggy was there.

“Whaaat?! What the hell?!” he came walking toward you with his arms outstretched.

You went to him with your arms outstretched, too. Tig scooped you up and spun you around in a crushing bear hug, just like he always did, before he set you back on your feet.

“What brings you back around here? I thought you said this place could rot?”

You could tell he wanted to be mad, but he couldn’t quite get to that spot.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was… I was a lot of things,” you were ashamed of how you left Charming. “Now, I’m just sorry I took off the way I did. Think you guys can forgive me?”

“Sweetheart, you were forgiven as soon as I saw you,” he said. “You need a job? We can put you in the office again.”

You were looking around at the property. You’d heard what happened, of course. It had been all over the news. You’d come back for the funerals, but you’d stayed out of sight of the Sons on your visit. There was one person you’d remained in contact with while you were gone and he let you know when it was safe to visit and stay out of sight.

There were a few people bustling about TM, but you didn’t see the man you were looking for.

“He’s not here, darlin’,” Tig always saw right through you.

You sighed, “Where is he?”

Tig gave you the address to a place called Scoops and Sweets that was somewhere downtown. You hadn’t remembered a place by that name and it had been quite a while since you’d been in Charming. You parked your Jeep down the road and got out to look for the shop. When you finally spotted it, you crossed the road, not knowing what to expect, hoping he’d be happy to see you, hoping he would forgive you for not saying goodbye…

You’d never been to this place called “Scoops” before. You pulled the handle of the door and stepped inside. The air inside was icy cold and smelled of cookies. You took off your sunglasses and let your eyes adjust to the dim lighting inside the store.

“Hallo, lass,” his voice sent a shiver down your spine. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi Filip,” you said shyly. “It’s really good to see you.”

She looked beautiful, like she always did. Her clothes were different now, but they seemed to suit her better than just jeans and t-shirts she used to wear. It had never mattered to him though. He’d loved her since he met her. He’d flirted with her like mad, but she either was clueless to what he was doing or she just didn’t know how to let him down. She sat on one of the stools and wouldn’t look away from him. She’d hurt him, and he knew she hadn’t meant to, but he couldn’t change how he felt either.

“What will ye have, lass,” he said breaking eye contact, not wanting to feel anything for her, but he couldn’t help himself, either.

“You,” she said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

Four years ago, he’d wanted nothing more than to hear her say that to him. A lot had changed in that time……Christ, no it hadn’t, he still loved her, probably always would.

He looked like he might throw you out for a moment. You couldn’t blame him. He’d never been anything but sweet to you and you had been too clueless to see what was right in front of you. And what had you done? You picked up some asshole at a bar and, essentially, rubbed it in Chibs’ face.

“Look, I just wanna say I’m sorry,” you told him. “I didn’t understand what was going on. Things were so confusing for me then.”

“Aye, well, it’s not every day ye have an old man flirting with ye. I shoulda known better,” he said grabbing a beer our of the chiller. “I was wrong to think I had a shot with ye.”

You had a sudden rush of heat to your face and ears. Your embarrassment was overwhelming. Flirting had never been something you were good at, not when it came from someone else. When Happy, of all people, clued you in on what was going on, you didn’t know what to do. You panicked and went to the bar.

“I never thought you were too old for me, Filip,” you could barely look at him now. “I just didn’t know what to do when I found out. I never thought that you felt the same way about me that I felt about you.”

“Come again?” he said, looking directly at you now.

“I didn’t know how to flirt back with someone I was interested in, too,” you said. “I just thought you were being nice to me. Taking pity on me.”

He took a deep drag off the beer and walked around the counter. He came up behind you and spun the stool around so you faced him. He put his hand on the bar behind you, his face so close to yours.

“I never took pity on ye, love. I though you were smart, funny, and absolutely gorgeous,” he said. “An’ I didn’t like seein’ ye with that piece of shite.”

That had been painfully obvious when you were at the bar and Chibs came in seeing you with James. He grabbed him and beat the ever-living shit out of him. Instead of seeing that Chibs was both trying to protect you from James and jealous of the shite, it had pushed you toward James instead. As soon as he was released from the hospital, you and he left town. It had taken you a while to sort things out, but you eventually came to see James for what he really was. By then, a long time had passed and you were sure Chibs never wanted to see you again.

When you got the call from Happy about what had happened in the club, you’d wanted to go back to Charming, but you just couldn’t do it, not for any length of time, until now.

“Well, you were right. He was a piece of shit. But, I don’t want to talk about him,” you said, looking up into his warm, brown eyes. He was still as handsome as ever, making your heart hammer in your chest.

“What do ye want to talk about?”

“I was hoping maybe you and me… maybe we could start over?” you said, trying desperately not to feel like a little school girl under his intense scrutiny.

“Hmm,” he mused, not moving away from you. “You don’t think I’m too old?”

You shook your head. “I’ve never cared about that. I thought you were out of my league, that I couldn’t compete with the girls that you usually went with. I just want you. It’s always been you, Filip.”

He scoffed a little, “Ye ruined me for other women, lass. In the last four years, no one has ever been good enough. No one was you.”

He put his fingertips under your chin, tipping your head up to meet his gaze. He closed the space between the two of you, his lips meeting yours. Your lips were tingling where they touched his. His knee pressed between yours so he could get closer to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he held you tightly to him as he lifted you from the stool. Your arms went around his shoulders and your hand went to the back of his head.

When your feet were back on the floor, he didn’t let go of you.

“Do ye plan on stayin’ then, lass?” he asked. His lips giving butterfly kisses as you collected your thoughts after that first kiss…

“I’ll need a job,” you managed to whisper.

“Mmm. Really do want to start over, eh? Well,” his Scottish accent was thick, “tha’ can be arranged.”

You smiled at him and he kissed you again.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Snippet 1 - The lab

This can be read at any time, including when I've gotten past the slow burn and Jax and the OC are together but fits best between parts 9 and 10. This isn't one story, it's lots of little ones that don't justify their own chapter.

Part 9

Contains: Forensic anthropology, dead bodies, exposition, Tig being Tig, only the OC and her brother are my own, I've stolen Captain Holt from Brooklyn nine-nine this time, Clay is a dick.

1.2K words

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From the grand tour to quiet lunches, who doesn't love a museum department that deals with corpses.

"Welcome everyone. Since Little Brother brought you here after closing, you have me all to yourselves and I've cleared it with Professor Holt so you guys get to see the back rooms."

You were in your scrubs, they were the standard blue, but there were patches of bright, happily patterned fabric every now and then; today's theme is ladybugs.

"I like your shirt!" Juice stood closest to the door, moving from foot to foot in childlike joy.

"Thank you Juicy, I love ladybugs. They are cute but voracious predators. I use them as natural pest control." Clay was looking unimpressed with his arm crossed.

"Isn't it a little unprofessional?" You shook your head.

"My job is very sad at times, my bosses don't care what I do as long as I do my job and my childish uniform make all the death a little easier. Is that understandable?" Clay gave a dismissive nod.

"This way gentlemen."

You took them through the lab first, showed them all the different rooms and equipment and introduced them to your co-workers, next were the archive rooms.

"Here we have the colossal squid Mesonychoteuthis hamiltoni, the largest one found is more than 1000 pounds." You pulled back the tank cover to show them the preserved specimen.

"Aren't these the ones that Sperm Whales eat?" You smiled and nodded.

"Yes, some Sperm Whales actually have scars from fights with large squids."

You walked them over to another section.

"This is the baculum or penis bone of a walrus who has the largest in the world." You could see the guys giggling.

"Penis bone?" You huffed.

"Yes Tig, a penis bone. Now into the weapons archive."

You walked them through a set of doors into another room.

"This is a 1882 mousetrap, the gun would be loaded each day in preparation for the mouse but it wasn't very popular." Happy looked a little sad.

"Don't worry Hap, it didn't sell well, it also rarely worked." You guided them down a flight of stairs.

"This is my favourite room, the Egyptian archive. We even have a bed that's a direct recreation of Queen Cleopatra's bed." You paused, "Yes I have napped in it, it's very comfortable."

The final stop was bone storage.

"This is where the remains of unidentified people stay until we're ready to help them, I'm not going to take you in because it's basically the embodiment of limbo which is not fun. But as you can see by the size of the room, I'm far too busy to worry about anything outside of these people waiting to have their stories told." They all seemed to understand what you were saying.

****

"Oh hello Jackson, what brings you hear today?" He put down a bag from your favourite coffee shop.

"Sam said you were having a rough few days so I thought I bring you some lunch." You looked in the bag, it contained your favourite cake, and a large ice coffee.

"Thank you Jax, you're very thoughtful. Do you have the time to keep me company?" he nodded and sat down and you split the cake in half to share it with him.

"How's Wendy doing." He took a sip from his own coffee and reached into the pocket of his Kutte.

"Good, she gave me this yesterday." He handed over a sonogram photo.

"Look at his little nose, he's gorgeous Jax." Jax smiled big and wide, it made his eyes wrinkle at the corner.

'Yeah, he is."

****

"Hi Juicy, is everything ok?" He nodded and came into your office.

"I was wondering if you could show me your database program, you mentioned it was opened sourced and I wanted to know a bit more about it." You got up to take him to your computer expert Angela.

"Angela would be better equipt to tell you, I'll introduce you to her a little more than I did the first time and you guys can talk, I'm sure you'll get along great."

****

You were happy you convinced the museum to hire Anvil for security, it made life a lot easier to turn people away if you didn't want to see them.

"Deputy Chief Hale is here to see you y/n, should we let him in?" You picked up the phone with one hand and continued to type with the other.

"No thank you Travis, if it's got to do with a case he's more than welcome to call me." you hung up and went back to your work, you hoped that Hale wouldn't become a problem.

****

"Clay, how can I help you today?" He walked in and sat down without asking.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you know anyone here who can source rare orchids?" At least he was here for a good reason.

"For Gemma?" He nodded.

"Dr Todd would be the best, she's an expert in rare flowering plants. I'll page her to come over."

Dr Tood arrived about 20 minutes later and you left her and Clay to talk.

"I have an exam to do so I'll leave you guys to it."

****

Jax's lunchtime visits have become a weekly occurrence, he would come in with a coffee and your favourite cake and sit with you in your office until you had to return to work. You would talk about anything and everything, but the talk drifted to Abel and the club most of the time.

"Wendy's stopped returning my calls, I'm really worried about her but she seemed fine when I went to check on her." He sounded worried.

"Give it time, she'd be feeling him move around now and it might be getting a bit much. If you like I can go and see how's she doing?" You could see Jax visibly relax.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it."

"Your friend Harry is out of Chino, isn't he?" Jax nodded.

"Yeah, but I don't know if he wants anything to do with the Club, he's working at the mill right now." You shook your head.

"Hard on the body and shit pay, Oswald should be ashamed of himself." Jax huffed.

"Clay loves the man, thinks he's going to keep Charming a small town." you rolled your eyes.

"We know that's not true, the moment his land is worth more to him developed he'll sell it off." Jax shrugged.

"I know, but Clay likes to be in business with people we know." He sounded fed up.

"Well he's better than Jacob Hale so that's a plus." Jax chuckled at you in agreeance.

****

Jax was back again for another lunch, this time you brought food for him. Your lunches had gone from once a week to whenever you both had the time, which meant you were spending a lot more time together.

"Have you heard from Wendy?" He shook his head.

"She hasn't been returning my calls either, I don't know whether I should pop by your house to see if she'll talk to me. I've been meaning to ask you for a few days." He was more slumped than usual.

"Nah, I doubt she'd even come out. She's probably just feeling overwhelmed. You leaned in a little closer.

"Well if you change your mind, I'm here."

"Thanks y/n."

Part 10

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queenquinzel715 · 3 years

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1.Opie

Tig's Daughter

After five years I've finally saved enough money to go visit my dad. He is in Sons of Anarchy, a biker club, and is their Sargent of Arms. I've missed my dad so much, but I had to take care of my mom. She was having health problems, so I decided to get a job to pay for her bills, even with dad sending some help. She couldn't take the pain, so she died, four years ago. Dad came up to LA to help me bury her, but I wasn't ready to leave my home. I stayed around, working at Faith&Flower, saving up, so I could buy my own car, house, and life in Charming. I know my dad would help, but he can barely pay for himself. I've sold the house, bought a slightly used Toyota, and bought a little house down the road from Teller-Morrow. As I passed the welcome sign letting me know I'm getting closer. It's around noon so I decided to stop at the diner, Family Tree, to get lunch for the guys, but as I pull into the lot I am stopped by some guy with curly hair in a prospect cut. He walks up to my window as I rolled it down.

"I'm here for Alexander Trager." I tell him.

"And you are?" He asks with some attitude.

"Fucking (y/n) Trager!" I snap moving my car to the parking spot. "Help me prospect." I order.

He just walks inside the bar, and a couple seconds later my dad runs out with a big smile on his face.

"DADDY!" I ran toward him.

He picks me up, with a loud laugh, with a spin, and as he puts my feet to the ground all the guys come out to see why people are yelling.

"Are you going to do what I told you to now?" I tell the prospect.

"Yes ma'am." He ran away to my car grabbing the box that had the boxes of food.

"What happened?" Dad asks.

"Prospect just walked away when I pulled up even though I told him my name." I tell him.

"He'll be taken care of." Some guy with long blonde hair says.

"(Y/n) this is Jax the VP." Dad says.

"Nice to meet you. I brought you guys lunch." I say as I lean into dad's side.

''Come on in darlin, and meet everyone." Jax smiles at me.

I walked in to meet the guys that weren't working in the garage, and that was Jax, Chibs, Clay, and Halfsack. Halfsack was the prospect that got the chore of unpacking all of my things, and Clay said they were throwing a welcome party for me. After eating lunch, me, my dad, Halfsack, and Jax went to my new house to get everything unpacked. While I got everything in somewhat order Jax and my dad left to go back to Teller-Morrow. I ordered pizza for Halfsack and me, so I can get ready for the party tonight.

I rode with Halfsack there, because I knew I was going to get drunk tonight. Pulling into Teller-Morrow the party seems to have started, music was playing, people everywhere, and some already drunk.

I found my dad at a table with a croweater on his lap, and some guys I met earlier with a mountain of a man. I walk up, taking his shot from his hand, and down it with a smile.

"Hey guys." I give a small wave.

"Hey (y/n)." Clay says. "Guys this is (y/n) Tig's daughter. (Y/n) you met Chibs, and Jax, but that is Opie." He points at him.

"Hi Opie." I smile

He just nods to me as he drinks his beer, and I need another drink.

"Go get more drinks for the table." I order the croweater.

"Excuse me? Who the fuck are you?" She sneers at me with a glare.

I just smirk at her with the tilt of my head, and turn my body toward them.

"You better go." My dad tells her as he pushes her up.

"Beer, and shots." I glare down at her.

Once she walks away I sit on my dad's lap, and giggle at the look on the guy's faces. They start asking me questions about how LA is, and if I wanted a job at Teller-Morrow. Clay told me he will talk with his wife Gemma, who I've talked to on the phone, and when the Croweater comes back she rolls her eyes at me in "her spot". With a smile I stand up and walk up to her grabbing my beer off the tray, and once I down my shot I slam my glass on the tray.

"Well gentlemen I'm gonna go have some fun." They laugh as I walk to the group of girls dancing.

During the night I noticed Opie watching me, and my dad left an hour ago with his whore. I've been sitting at the bar, talking to this guy who was here for the party.

"So do you want to go back to my place?" He asks, pulling me closer to him.

"Umm..." I pull his arm away. "No, I'm only here for my family." I down the rest of my drink as I feel his arm go around my waist.

"I said no, so bye." I try to pull back, but he just holds me harder.

"Let her go, now." I hear a deep voice behind me.

The guy pulls back quickly, and I turned to see Opie glaring down at him. I feel the air of the guy leaving, and once he's gone Opie looks down at me.

"Thank you Opie." I smile.

"You're welcome." He says.

"That kinda killed my night." I grab my bag off the bar with a laugh.

"I'll drive you home." He says as he follows me outside.

"No it's okay. Really I live right down the road." I smile pulling my cigarettes out of my bag.

"I mean it. Come on." He walks over to his bike with me behind him.

"If you're sure." I say, watching him climb on his bike.

"Lets go, Cheetah." He holds out a helmet.

I put on the helmet. "Cheetah?" I ask.

"You look cute, but you could take down a bear." He chuckles.

"I have claws too." I say as I climb on behind him, putting my hands around his waist.

I point out my house, so he can pull into my driveway. He stops next to my car, turning the bike off, and lets me use his shoulders to get off. After taking the helmet off, I put the helmet where I was, and as I pat my hair down he gets off the bike, and lights a cigarette.

"Thank you for the ride." I smile up at him.

"No problem." He holds out the cigarette to me.

After an intense conversation with Gemma I started working, in the office,at Teller-Morrow. Opie would come in during his breaks, and he would sometimes bring lunch for us both. Right now I am in the office doing paperwork when an older woman comes with two kids.

"How can I help you?" I smile, but only get a frown from the older woman.

"Is Opie here?" She asks.

"He is? Who are you?" I am very confused.

"I'm his mother, and these are his kids." She sneers.

"Oh. I'm sorry I'm new." I rush.

I walk to the garage, finding Opie fixing a bike, so I walk up to him. He wipes his hands as he smiles at me, but once he sees my face he frowns.

"What's wrong Cheetah?" He asks.

"Umm..your mom, and kids are here. They are in the office." I say softly.

He sighs realizing why I'm upset, but before he can say anything I walk away to the clubhouse. I sit next to Chibs at the bar, flagging halfsack down for a beer, and chug about half of it.

"What's wrong lass?" Chibs chuckles.

"Opie's mom is here." I take a death breath.

"Well she can be a bit..."

"With his kids." I interrupt.

"Oh." He takes a sip of his drink. "Lass he is crazy about you. Just hear him out."

"I'm not upset he has kids. I'm just shocked that I met them, and his mom randomly." I sigh.

Before Chibs could respond Opie comes barreling his way into the clubhouse, and when he finally sees me he walks to me.

"We need to talk." He states, taking my hand, and walking us to his dorm.

He sits me on the bed before shutting the door, and he leans against the door as he looks at me. I just look up at him waiting for him to say something, but after a couple minutes of him just staring at me I stand up.

"Opie I...you really don't have to explain anything to me. I mean I was just shocked, because over the past couple of weeks you haven't said anything about you having kids." I say.

"I didn't know how you would take it. My wife died, and I didn't want my kids getting hurt by someone who was just chasing the patch." He tells me, moving to sit at the desk.

"Chasing the patch? Is that what you think I'm doing here?" I question.

"I don't know. I'm still trying to figure that out." He rubs his face.

"Then let me help you figure it out." I walk out, slamming the door behind me.

I can't believe he accused me of patch chasing when my own father is a patch member. I'll show him just how much of a chaser I am. It didn't dawn on me I was ranting to myself as I stomped my way to the office to grab my purse, and as I was walking to my car I heard yelling. I turn to see my dad yelling at Opie who was looking straight at me. I roll my eyes before walking over to them.

"Dad stop!" I pull him back.

"Stop! He calls you a patch chaser, and you're fine with it!" He yells.

"Of course I'm not, but I'll get over it." I tell him.

"Cheetah I didn't..." He starts.

"Don't."

"Cheetah?" My dad asks.

I just walk back to my car, and ignore everything as I drive home. I park my car, but I sit there just staring at my garage door. Why did I think it would workout? With a sigh I get out of the car hearing a bike pull into my driveway. I turn to see Opie pretty much throw his helmet off.

"(Y/n) just listen." He follows me to the door.

"Opie why are you here? Who has the kids?" I start. "You can't just leave them at the clubhouse."

As I go to reach my car door handle Opie turns me around, and he kisses me with his hands on my hips. I kiss him back as I run my hands up his chest to his shoulders. He slowly pulls away, leaning his forehead against mine, and just looks in my eyes.

"The kids are with Gemma." He tells me.

"Oh." I look down, and he just chuckles at me.

"I'm glad you care about my kids." He stands straight. "(Y/n) I didn't mean what I said at the clubhouse. What I meant was I had to make sure you wanted this just as much as I do. I can't let my kids get attached to someone who will leave us." He sighs.

"I know...I know it's just seeing them, and your mom at once was just a bomb. I was already...." I'm interrupted by him picking me up.

With him rubbing his nose just under my ear. "Enough of this." He starts walking toward my door. "Open the door."

"Put me down, so I can reach the nob." I laugh, as I hold the keys up.

He chuckles as he takes them from me, opening the door, and once we are inside he leans me against the door. I play with his beard as I smile at him.

"(Y/n) I need you." He growls.

"You have me Opie." He kisses me hard, squeezing me against the door.

I help guide him toward my room as he grips my ass, and he kisses along my neck. He leans over me once he lays me down, but I can't help but look him over. The way his hair falls around us like a curtain, we smile at each other, and as I slowly move my hands up his sides to his back. He softly kisses me before leaning up on his knees, pushing his hair back, and he starts taking his clothes off. I look over his chest, and lean up kissing the grim reaper centered on his chest. I think that was his switch, because as I did that he softly grabs the back of my neck, pulling my face up to his, kissing me hard. The next thing I know my clothes are ripped off, and when I look up he is staring at me as he takes his pants off. With a dark look in his eyes he crawls up my body, lightly touching, and kissing as he comes up to my lips. My legs automatically rest on his hips with his hand gripping my right one tightly. With a deep kiss he entered me fully, in one push, but since he was kissing me my nails dig into his back. He starts to slowly grind into me, and he moves his head to my neck, lightly kissing.

"Opie.'' I moan.

With one arm around me, his other next to my head he pounds into me, and my body arches against his. I just know my neighbors could hear me moaning his name, but the way he grunts, moves, and grips me I can't keep quiet. He looks in my eyes before leaning down to kiss me. He starts to let go, and I feel the knot in my stomach.

"God Opie." I moan as we finish together.

He rolls us over with a sigh, holding me to his chest as we catch our breath. While his fingers play with my hair I trace his tattoo.

"(Y/n) I want you to meet them." He softly says.

"Are you sure?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Yea. You're going to be my old lady, so you need to meet them." He smirks at me.

That night they came over for dinner, and it went amazing. Ellie is like my best friend, Kenny didn't open up to me that quickly, but once he did, he was always by my side. My father wasn't too pleased about us being together, but once he saw how happy everyone was he relaxed. A year into our relationship I found out I was pregnant, and Opie turned into the biggest, protective, clingy teddy bear. I gave birth to a chunky little boy we named Harry Alexander Winston.

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