⤷ The SOA guys as most to least likely to send you a nude (pre relationship).
MOST
Tig
Juice
Jax
Opie
Chibs
Happy
LEAST
𝐓𝐢𝐠
Most Likely: Tig tops the list, no contest. The man has zero shame and a chaotic phone gallery full of questionable photos. He’d be in the middle of sending you something dumb or flirty and, boom, wrong picture. He’d probably laugh it off, too, saying something like, “Well, guess the surprise is out.” No embarrassment, just amusement and maybe a follow-up text asking what you thought.
𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞
Juice is clumsy with tech and anxious as hell when flirting. He’s the type to overthink every message, but that overthinking leads to mistakes. One moment of panic, maybe he’s scrolling through saved pics to delete something, and he accidentally hits send. Immediate meltdown. Apologies flooding your phone. He’d probably drive to your place to beg you to delete it.
𝐉𝐚𝐱
Jax wouldn’t accidentally send it so much as “accidentally on purpose.” A calculated slip to test the waters. He’s confident enough to play it off as a joke, but deep down, he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’d charm his way through your reaction, turning embarrassment into teasing chemistry before you even realize what happened.
𝐎𝐩𝐢𝐞
Opie’s cautious, quiet, and not the type to overshare — but even the calmest man has his moments. Maybe he’s trying to send a photo to a private contact and mixes up the names. You’d get a shocked “Don’t open that!” text three seconds later. He’d be mortified, but you’d probably find it endearing.
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐬
Chibs is way too careful for that kind of slip-up. He’s tech-savvy enough to avoid mistakes, and mature enough not to risk sending something that personal to someone he’s not with yet. If it somehow happened, you’d get a gentlemanly apology in that soft Scottish drawl, and he’d probably make you laugh about it within five minutes.
𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲
Least Likely: Happy doesn’t send photos. Period. He barely texts, let alone takes pictures of himself — especially those kinds. He’s private, controlled, and would never risk that kind of slip. If you ever got a nude from him, you can bet it was definitely intentional and definitely meant for you.
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THE BELL ABOVE THE DOOR rang softly, the man stepping inside bringing a breath of fresh air into the small bakery that smelled of freshly baked goods and coffee. Georgia's attention was piqued when she heard the sound of certain boots, the way his footsteps sounded already so etched in her memory that it was almost creepy. Keep in mind, her bakery had only been open for three weeks.
There were certain customers she always recognized before she even looked up, even when she still had her bakery in Seattle, and he was one of them.
Her gaze drifted up from the tray of fresh cookies she was about to place on the counter. Her lips curled into a kind smile, the sparkle reaching her icy-blue eyes as the tall man with the stoic, unreadable expression strolled up to the counter.
"Two slices of cheesecake and five chocolate chip cookies?" she asked, her voice soft with a teasing edge. That had been his order every single morning since she opened her bakery here. "Or something different today? Maybe a coffee to go?"
A flutter in the pit of her stomach appeared as the slightest smirk appeared on his face, just a hint of it. "Yeah, like always. Maybe a coffee to go with that."
Oh, that scratch in his voice, so deep and gravelly. Plus that rough look, those brittle hands. Today his tattoos were covered by a hoodie under his leather kutte; after all, it was starting to get chilly in Tacoma. Otherwise, she enjoyed the sight of the art on his arms without wanting to sound like a creepᅳ she was simply impressed, especially because she'd grown up believing that tattoos were impure, a sign of criminality.
But her mother had demonized many things, basically everything that went against her conservative upbringing and lifestyle and didn't fit her 'norm.' But luckily Georgia had had Charlotte, her older sister, who had always rebelled against their mother and made sure Teresa couldn't brainwash her. Unfortunately, their youngest sister had become exactly like their mother.
"Okay, I've got everything here," Georgia chirped while sheepishly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before pointing to an empty seat by the window, right next to Charlotte, her sister, who was taking care of the newborn in the stroller. "You can sit down, it won't take long; but I quickly have to finish another order first."
Mornings were always busy here, especially since she was only open in the mornings. The brunette had just given birth six weeks ago, which meant she wasn't fully fit yet. She still needed money, though. After all, she had invested all her savings from the sale of her old bakery into the new one, and thanks to her sister, who had a talent for not giving in, she had also managed to rent a small house on the same street.
With a soft grunt, Happy nodded, his name still a mystery to Georgia. But then again, it suited him, his name as extraordinary as he was. A bit too obvious, she watched him walk away, only until he sat down and his intense gaze met hers again, whereupon she cleared her throat and quickly turned to the coffee machine, her cheeks burning.
As she made Happy's coffee and that of two other customers, she caught a glimpse of Charlotte shooting her an amused grin, her narrow face framed by perfectly styled blonde waves. She'd been teasing her about Happy for about a week, and Georgia knew it would start again as soon as the biker was gone.
The hiss of the coffee machine brought her back to the moment, and after delivering two cups to one of the seven tables, she hurried back behind the counter and carefully packed Happy's order, as always, in a box, neatly lined up and well-wrapped so that her treats would survive a ride on his Harley, which he took out every morning after buying stuff from her, wherever the destination might be.
It wasn't bad that he lived right across the street from her bakery, so she had the chance to sneak a look every now and then when he left the house or came homeᅳ and every time she did, she noticed that he was doing the same thing, always checking to see if she was there.
But maybe she was just imagining things; what could a man like him possibly want with a wallflower like her? No, he certainly had a different type when it came to women, not an innocent lamb like her.
She hid her disappointment in her own thoughts behind her kind smile as she strolled around the counter with the box and the coffee to go and then handed them to Happy. "I packed a little extra; for coming by every day. You're not allergic to apples and cinnamon, are you?"
Happy looked down at the box, which was larger than usual today, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he examined Georgia thoroughly before shaking his head. "No, I'm not. Thanks for the extra, appreciate it. What do you get?"
His words were genuine, even if his exterior seemed rough and his expression far too seriousᅳ but the brunette could read him a little by now. "Makes twenty, please."
"You takin' orders?" Happy placed his order on the table, fished his wallet out of his pocket, and placed a twenty-dollar and a ten-dollar bill on the table, giving her a quick glance as she was about to give him the change. "Don't need it, just take the money."
"Are you sure?" With a soft smile, Georgia chewed on the inside of her cheek, but then nodded gratefully as Happy grunted in return and slid the money in. "Sure, what do you need? And by when? Right now, I only work mornings, but I always have some time in between."
"I need four cakes for a birthday, maybe also a batch of mixed cookies; and your stuff is good," he croaked, scooping the box and his coffee back into his hands, his eyes never leaving her. "Doesn't matter what cake, whatever's easiest for you. Need them by Friday."
"Friday shouldn't be a problem," Georgia hummed before lifting an eyebrow in amusement. "Wow, you're probably the easiest customer I've ever had. Can't you at least tell me roughly what you want?"
A slight grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, his eyes scanning herᅳ not inappropriately, but with genuine interest. "Maybe something with apple, I think she'd like that."
She? Did he have a girlfriend? Or even a wife? Georgia's smile threatened to fall, but she just straightened her shoulders, her friendliness never faltering. "I'll come up with something. You can pick up the cakes and cookies Friday morning, around 10?"
"I'm sure you will," the SAA winked, and observant as he was, he noticed that her smile threatened to crumbleᅳ which meant she might be just as interested in him? Fuck, why was he even thinking about that? He wasn't a relationship type of person; and yet he still felt the need to get to know her. "10 sounds good, I'll be there. Want me to pay right away?"
"Thanks," she breathed with a small smile, her cheeks glowing in a soft pink. "No, not until you pick up the cakes, don't worry."
Happy nodded, giving her one last intense look. "See you tomorrow. Thanks again."
"You're welcome, thank you too. Have a nice day," she said, still standing there a bit awkwardly, as Happy turned on his heels and left the small bakery, the dull sound of his shoes fading away.
"Jesus, you really have a crush on him, don't you?" And here it came, her sister's daily teasing.
Pulling a face, Georgia turned around, crossing her arms as she approached Charlotte. "I'm just being nice, like I am with every customer, and you know that."
"Your cheeks don't turn red with every customer like they do with him, and not everyone gets that dreamy smile," the blonde stated matter-of-factly, passing the baby in her arms to Georgia. "Take a break, I'll be here if anyone needs anything."
"What? You're imagining things," the brunette huffed defensively before tentatively cradling her daughter against her chest, shooting Charlotte a grateful look. "You really don't have to do this, you help me enough already."
"And I love doing it, you know that. And that little girl is an absolute angel," Charlotte smiled as she watched her sister in awe as she rocked the tiny bundle in her arms. "But honestly, he likes you, Georgia, I can tell."
Georgia heaved a sigh, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she shook her head. "He just ordered something and said 'she'll like this,' which means he has a girlfriend. Besides, he doesn't know I'm a mother," she said with a nervous laugh, running the side of her index finger up and down Clara's cheek. "And a man like him certainly doesn't want a wallflower like me, Char."
"That could be his mother, or his sister, just a friend? And you basically live in the same street, I'm pretty sure he knows that you're a mother like everyone else here" Charlotte argued as she stood up and put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow lifted. "Can you stop talking about yourself like that? You're a great woman, a great mother, and a businesswomanᅳ you're great, Georgia, and not a wallflower. Besides, there's nothing wrong with being shy and kind."
Her older sister's words made Georgia think, ponder. What if she was right? After a failed relationship and the experience with a man she couldn't trust, and all the things she'd learned from her mother about having to restrain herself and always be perfect, and never even speak up against a man, her view of men had somewhat distorted over the past few years.
What if Happy was also looking for a woman like that, someone completely subservient to him? Someone who was just supposed to stay at home and cook and clean and pop out ten children. She didn't want this kind of toxic lifestyle anymore, which was the whole reason why she'd moved.
"He's not like that," Charlotte's determined voice made her look up, meeting her sister's gaze. "I know it's hard to think differently after all the bullshit Teresa tried to teach usᅳ but you know yourself that Happy is different. I think he's a good guy."
Not that Charlotte knew him personally or exchanged more than a 'hi' and 'bye' with him, but her gut feeling never betrayed her.
"Yeah, my head's still pretty messed up. But you're right, I can't compare Happy to Trevor or Mom," Georgia finally agreed, convinced that Happy could never be that cruel. "Still, you're reading way too much into it, Charlotte. He's just being nice, and so am I."
"No wonder. It's good we got out of thereᅳwe made it out," the blonde replied firmly, pride simmering in her tone before sinking back into her chair with a sigh, all the guests still satisfied. "Look, I can't tell you what to do. But if he makes a move, give him a chanceᅳ you deserve to be happy."
Georgia simply looked at her sister for a while before hesitantly giving in, nodding slowly. "Okay, fine, but only if he makes a move."
"That's good enough for me," Charlotte nodded with a satisfied smile and popped the straw of her soda into her mouth, taking a sip. "It'll be good for you, trust me."
Maybe she should listen to Charlotte, her big sister, who couldn't be more different. Not just in looks, but also in behavior. But in most things, Charlotte was right, and Georgia knew it.
there is an individual who has now made 3+ accounts and continues to make new accounts to target the "bob reynolds" tag with copy pasted behaviors and unusual requests for younger white female individuals and asks if anyone is taking requests. I had an interaction with them prior knowledge of them being outted as a creeper/older man who was caught for p3dophelic behavior (i saw he may have been in jail from a post).
Current user is @/romancemovielover2000
The last user was like horrormovielover2000 or something.
PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH THEM AT ALL!!! REPORT THEIR ACCOUNT.
They also have a habit of posting very dark and suicidal behavior and self harm directed posts.
Just an FYI as I have received 25 asks from this account in the last hour. All very weird, creepy sounding. I have blocked them but seems they have been liking and following accounts in the Sons of anarchy, Mayans mc, Yellowstone and walking dead fandoms last few days.
what the actual fuck did i just watched? what a waste of time what a waste of money. i’m so mad. dr. kelson was the only good character with way too less screentime. i’m so mad.
˳·˖➛ author's note; hey guys! this is a story I'm really excited about because I love fall so I had to write a fall themed fanfic. There will be drama and angst but also many light-hearted moments and, of course, some spicy scenes too! If you want to get tagged just let me know. Enjoy reading. 🫶🏻✨
˳·˖➛ trigger warning; fire (burnt-down building)
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WHEN HAPPY ARRIVED at the scene, dismounting his bike so fast he almost lost his balance, he rushed over to Kozik, the one who had called him in the first place. Without the call, he probably still wouldn't know what's happeningᅳ although he still had no idea what was going on, except for the fact that his Old Lady's small bakery was burning down.
His chest filled with panic, his feet firmly planted in the ground. All sounds faded into the background; the shocked whispers of the neighbors, the booming voices of the firefighters trying one by one to salvage important items from the burned-out bakery, the other voices trying to reach him, one of them Kozik's.
Only when he heard a little girl crying did he snap out of his trance, his head jerking to the side. The eight-month-old girl was completely overwhelmed, tossing herself around in the unknown woman's arms, pulling at her own few hairs, or wiping her eyes and face as if trying to block out the loud noises around her.
"They wouldn't give her to me," he heard Kozik say as he rushed toward the woman, his brother always beside him.
"What the hell happened here? Where's her mother?" His words were more of a bark, filled with panic. When he tried to take Clara, who was crying even more now and reaching out for him, and the woman only stepped back, his expression suddenly darkened. "Why can't I hold my kid?"
"As far as I know, you're not the biological father, right?" The dark-haired woman just nodded silently as Happy said nothing, only the muscles in his jaw twitched. "Right. Some neighbors have already told the police that Miss Williams was a single mother until you came into her life. Therefore, we were called to keep Clara in our care until Miss Williams is able to care for Clara herself."
"That's absolute bullshit," Happy snarled, only avoiding getting in the woman's face because Kozik held him back by his shoulder. "Where the hell is my Old Lady?!"
As Happy's tone rose, a police officer approached, sympathy etched in his features because he knew Happyᅳ and most of the cops around here had no problems with SAMTAC. "Any problems here? Can I help?"
"No one fuckin' tells me what happened to my Old Lady, and that bitch won't give me my child," Happy pressed through gritted teeth, every muscle tense as he took another step closer. "You gonna tell me more, Cliff?"
"We don't know for sure. What we do know, however, is that a fire broke out here, caused by a burning object thrown through the glass of the front door. The back door was blocked from the outsideᅳ so it was a targeted attack, presumably with the intended result of a fatality." Cliff, the older officer with the grey hair, smoothed his mustache, sighing deeply as he saw the sheer horror form in Happy's eyes. He then looked at the CPS woman. "Can you give him the kid, ma'am? He's safe."
The woman shook her head, her expression soft but serious. "I'm sorry, he has no rights yet. According to you guys, her sister, Charlotte Williams, has the right to take her in in case Miss Williams can't take proper care of her daughter, right?"
Happy let out a bitter huff, on the verge of a fuckin' breakdown. "What the hell do you think I'm gonna do? Runnin' away with my kid?!"
"I already called Charlotte; she should be here soon." Gently but firmly, Kozik pulled Happy back by his shoulder, pulling him to the side. "We'll find out who did this, okay? And then we'll take care of it."
"I need to know what happened to my Old Lady," he croaked, barely able to maintain his posture. Panic filled him again as he frantically looked around. "I mean, where the hell is she?!"
"All I saw was her being carried into the ambulanceᅳ she was unconscious," he said carefully, placing a brotherly hand against the side of Happy's neck as the Tacoma Killer began to frantically rub his face. "Once Charlotte gets here, we'll get all the information we need, okay?"
"I can't lose her, Kozik," was all Happy replied, his voice almost cracking as he paced back and forth, never stopping rubbing his hands over his head or face. "I need to get to her, and I need to know who did this."
Without promising anything, the blonde biker nodded understandingly, still quite taken back by seeing the Tacoma Killer so broken. "I'll take care of it. You wait for Charlotte, I'll head to the clubhouse and talk to Lee; we'll find the one who did this."
Eyes already reddened from trying to control his tears, Happy just stared into the distance, nodding. His Old Lady could be injured, have sustained serious damage, or even be dead. His lungs hitched at the thought, whereupon he ran his hands over his bald head again before resting them on the back of his neck.
All he heard Kozik say was 'don't do anything stupid, man' before his bike roared to life a few seconds later. Clara was still crying, and the woman seemed to still be arguing with Cliff, who was still trying to convince the woman to just give him his daughter.
Clara wasn't biologically his, no, but that didn't matter. For the past few months, he'd been the one by Georgia's side, the one who'd accepted Clara without giving it much thought, the one who'd taken turns with Georgia at night when Clara woke up crying. The little girl was his, and he didn't care that he wasn't her father on paper; he knew he'd do anything for her and that was enough.
Even worse was that he didn't know if her mother was okay, or even which hospital Georgia was in. His anger rose again as Clara began to choke from all the crying, so he pulled himself together and walked back to the woman, face straight.
"At least let me comfort her," he grunted, visibly pissed, but if he made a fuss, he'd be the one getting arrested and he knew it.
"Okay, fine," the woman agreed reluctantly, her tight bun and horn-rimmed glasses perfectly reflecting her personality. "But only until I get the okay to leave with Clara."
The muscles in Happy's jaw twitched again. He wouldn't let anyone he didn't know leave with Clara. Instead of answering, he finally turned to his little girl, running his large hand over her tiny head before caressing her cheek with the back of his fingersᅳ and immediately let out a snort.
"You could've at least put her in the car," he uttered, glaring at the CPS woman. "Ever feel how cold she is?"
Although the sun was breaking through the clouds in the sky, the temperature was still low; after all, it was only May and not summer yet. And since Georgia probably had to leave the building in a hurry, Clara was, of course, not wearing a jacket, just a sweater.
The woman's lips were set in a thin line, her cheeks burning with shameᅳ aware that she'd done something wrong. "Do you have a problem with my work?"
"Yeah, just told you," Happy deadpanned with a shrug, already shaking off his kutte and then taking off the black zip hoodie underneath. "Could you at least put that on her?"
The woman huffed in offense, but eventually took the hoodie and wrapped Clara in it. Cliff nodded at Happy in recognition, his expression full of sympathy. Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything about the situationᅳ and Happy knew that, which is why he didn't blame the cops in this case.
"What the hell is goin' on?!" A shrill voice rang out, filled with worry and fear, followed by the slamming of a car door. "Where's my sister?!"
Everyone scrambled as the clicking of high heels drew closer. Happy was the first to speak; a rarity. "Some sick freak set the bakery on fireᅳ on purpose. Georgia and Clara were inside. Get them to talk, Char, because I'm about to lose my shit if someone doesn't tell me where my Old Lady is or keeps Clara from me."
"Wᅳwhat?" Charlotte's face fell, nothing left of the confident lawyer. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes, and her bag slipped off her shoulders and landed in the notch of her elbow. "Why don't they give you Clara?"
"Because I'm not her biological father. They'd rather let her cry it out," his sneer was directed at the CPS woman, his gaze menacing; at which the woman became distinctly uncomfortable. "Just get something out of them."
And there she was again, the protective, confident sister and aunt. She blinked back the tears, her face cold as she met the woman's gaze. "The hell aren't you giving him his child? I assume you already know that I have full rights over Clara once my sister is incapable, right?"
"Yes, ma'am, we know that. But as a lawyer, you should also know why we're not allowed to," the woman explained with a sigh, though with considerably more respect than she showed Happy. "Do you want to take your niece home? Or should we take her?"
"Oh, I know, but I'm also human. You see the child is desperately reaching for him, right? You think she'd do that if he would've treated her wrong? I don't think so." Charlotte's answers were calculated and well-thought-out, which she, as a lawyer, had to master. "What kind of question is that? Of course I want to take my niece home."
"Ma'am, again, we have rules we have to follow," the woman pressed while handing Clara over to Charlotte. "We need to know what's going on with Miss Williams. Please let us know when your sister can take care of Clara again."
"Do your rules say to lose your humanity? I don't think so, ma'am" Charlotte shot back sharply before hugging Clara against her chest, pressing a kiss against her niece's blonde hair. "Hey, sweetheart, here you go to Daddy. Yes, I know you've wanted this," she cooed at the little girl before passing her to Happy. And as the crying stopped immediately, she shot the CPS woman a 'see, I told you so' look. "Yeah, don't worry. You'll get your information soon enough."
The woman clicked her tongue, shaking her head slightlyᅳ but she had to remain professional. "Okay, we'll talk to each other. All the best to your sister."
With her arms tightly crossed, Charlotte stared after the woman, her hard shell instantly cracking again when she looked over at Cliff, whom she also knew well enough by nowᅳ it was a really small town after all. "What can you tell me about my sister, Cliff? She okay? Is she alive?"
Happy turned around, blending the conversations around him out again as he stared at the burned-down bakery, his sniffling baby girl resting in his arms with his nose nuzzled in her hair. He would find the one who did this, and that fucker would wish he'd never even considered harming the Tacoma Killer's Old Lady and baby girl.
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Georgia simply wanted to get away from Seattle, away from her toxic mother before she could meet her granddaughter. Pregnant and with all her savings, she and her sister moved to Tacoma, WA. All her money went into a small bakery that quickly became the heart of the small neighborhood Georgia now lived in. One customer in particular caught her eye- how could he not? Tall, heavily tattooed, with a stoic face but a certain warmth reflecting in those chocolate brown eyes every time they locked with hers. By now, the intimidating biker had become one of her regular customers, and she wasn't quite sure how to assess his presence.
Happy was a lone wolf, except when he was among his brothers. But when a bakery opened on the corner, directly across from his house, he couldn't resist the temptation to meet the owner. And before he knew it, he was making a detour every morning before heading to the club, unable to stay away from the brunette beauty with the icy blue eyes and kind smile. But he had no idea about her life, her past, or the trauma she carried with her and how much it would affect their future.
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Have been watching these as they pop up, but I somehow never caught (or adhd brain didn't remember) that Happy was down from Tacoma because he was doing a charity run! As if I couldn't love you anymore, Hap 💜
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