#juice oritz

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[scrmqwn]

(𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞) 𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐳 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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content warning: 18+. explicit sexual content under cut. mommy kink. oral & penetrative sex. sub(ish)!juice. i ask that all minors and ageless blogs not interact with any of my works regardless of present explicit content. i am not your mommy. you are responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: i can't get juice out of my head. enjoy another round of hc. basically this trope is to juice what the uncle tiggy trope is to tig & his lady :))

allow me to set the scene for you. juicy's little lady is two years older than him, three years younger than jax & her big brother—ope.

she gets close with juice the first time he's serving time with the club. she'd go in once a week, visit with her brother and eventually just started talking to juice too.

when everyone is released and there is a party at the clubhouse, she gets insanely high with juice and they leave to go eat, it's her favorite diner she's been telling juice about this sandwich—the monte cristo. and he just has to try one. enough savory & sweetness to satisfy any cravings their munchies may give them.

ironically, she only comes up to juice's chest. she is quite short compared to her brother. little spitfire, too—no thanks to mary, but gemma. mary and piney divorced when she was ten and opie was thirteen. when ope ran away from their mom's house back to charming he took her with him & from then on she never really had contact with your mom. mary stayed away from the club for peace, if her kids wanted to run back they'd reap the consequences of what they'd sown. she is, however— a total daddy's girl and she and piney have a very close relationship.

being a winston she is fiercely—almost (100%) blindly, loyal. and she's not a fuckin' rat. much like juice, she's in her own head a lot. it's why they got along so well when they started to get close.

juice spends more time in her house than his shitty apartment. they bring out the absolute best in one another. they're creative together. her art projects scattered galore, his photography shit is EVERYWHERE in her house. on the inside of his brain bucket he has a boudoir photo of her that he took and edited himself. laid out on the bed in her beautiful black lingerie that he loves so much. (and that he insists doesn't ever need washing.)

juice is a power bottom, lmao, idk how else to describe him. she's always on top, but he's guiding her, talking to her while she bottoms him out inside of her cunt. she's whining, desperately grinding her hips trying to get herself off while juice lets his hand roam over her body, he's praising her, telling her, "you're so pretty, baby. y'feel so good, please keep goin'—feels so fuckin' good."

loves to 69. lapping at her dripping folds like he's crawled across the sahara desert with no fuckin water. cannot get enough of the way she tastes. lips wrapped around her swollen bud, sucking, running his tongue across it, while the length of his nose is pressed to her hole. however his favorite is adding a few of his slender fingers, curling against her spongy walls, going fast enough to have her releasing a tidal wave of pleasure over his face and into his mouth. he says she taste like candy, baby. he wants every drop.

after a long run, or time on the inside, juice needs taken care of, and this is when she becomes the power bottom. he's rutting into her, face buried in her tits, tears pricking his eyes as she tells him how much she missed him and how good he feels. "fuck, mommy, please." his cock is bouncing off the base of her cervix, quite deliciously. and when juice is like this, he finishes inside, collapses on top of her (cock still buried to the hilt) and falls asleep. poor baby just needed some love after his time away.

when and if they ever get married, it's not with the whole club in attendance. chibs is their witness at the courthouse and tig is so jealous that he wasn't asked that as a five year anniversary present, he gets ordained so he can renew their vows for them.

[ravennaortiz]

Hello Loves! 💜

This is the masterlist for my Spicetember stories that will be out in September! A lovely mix of various spice levels so there's something for all!

*list subject to change 🔥

Heatwave Part 2-chibs

Call us Daddy- Chibs and Tig with Juice

Forgive Me- Priest Chibs

Fantasy of the Shy- Juice and Jax

Touch of the Birdie - juice and Chibs

The Barn - Chibs and Tig

Careful- Happy Fic

I Told You To Stop- Coco

The Act- Tig

If You're Gonna Be A Tease- Chibs

Chase-Chibs

Come On- Bottles

I Could But I Wont- Guero

Jealously Looks Good On Me- Bishop

Congrats- Jax

I Own You- Bishop

You're Mine, Not Theirs- Chibs

College Changed Nothing- Kozik

Stay With Me- Manny

Fighting Is Pointless- Tig

Running Doesnt Matter-Tig Fic

Free Drinks Arent Free-Tig Fic

Nasty-Happy Fic

Obey-Angel Fic

Juggling gone wrong-Angel and Happy Fic

Chill. Hold On- Jax Fic

Coworkers know my name-Ez Fic

Rough Day-Chibs Fic

Prove it Trager- Tig Fic

Choose Your Own same story but you can choose which guy to go on a wild ride with

[thatimaginewriter]

The Lieutenant Pt.3

Part 2

A/N: OH MY GOSH THE WAIT IS OVER AND I AM SO EFFING SORRY GUYS.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, panic attack.

Word Count: 912

Tags: @theprestigious0ne @weirdnewbie @trymexo @brooklynnewsie1899

“Y/N?” Juice called as he walked in the house, letting out a sigh of regret for what’d happened last night. “Look, I know I overreacted but I was hoping-” He continued, as he walked up the stairs to our room, but he cut himself off when he saw I wasn’t there.

He furrowed his brows, and looked around the room, seeing all of my stuff was gone.

“Y/N?!” He yelled, searching the rest of the house, and finding me nowhere. He sat against the wall, and cradled his head in his hands, knowing I must’ve left. He knew it was partly his fault.

He tried calling me, and no answer. He threw his phone against the wall, blaming himself for the whole thing.

But, I didn’t blame him.

I blamed myself.

I should’ve never tried to have a relationship, with an outlaw biker. I guess I should’ve known I was gonna get hurt. It didn’t take a genius to see it wouldn’t end well.

But, if I’m being honest, I’d do it all over again, if I got the chance.

Juice was special. He was kind, and misunderstood. But, we always had each others backs. Even though, I didn’t know him for that long, he’d become the most important person in my life.

Leaving him, hurt me more than anything. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.

But,  I did it anyway.

It’s been a while since all of that. About a year.

I left the army.

I’m still MIA as far as they know. But, if I have any say in it, they’ll never find me. I can’t go back again. It’s too much for me. The PTSD I got from it all, still haunts me.

I still think about Juice from time to time. I haven’t talked to him at all since that fight.

I miss him.

I miss him so much. So much, I’d even found myself in Charming again.

Not even to talk to him, just to be here. Knowing this was where we met. Part of me, wanted to contact him. But I knew that’d be a horrible idea.

I walked into the bar, where I’d had that drink with him all that time ago. I started to tear up.

The door to the bar opened, but I didn’t look up from my drink to see who it was, I was too caught up in my thoughts to care anyway.

“Y/N?”

I heard a familiar voice say.

I looked up in shock, to see Juice.

I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, but..I also felt fear. What if he’d moved on? What if he was angry with me? What if he didn’t love me anymore? Or miss me like I’d missed him?

“Juice..” I smiled, not being able to find the words to say. I stood up. “I guess..we should probably talk..I’m sure you’re angry with me..” I cried, looking at the ground, and nervously play with my hands.

He said nothing, instead, he pulled me into a tight hug, and ran his hand through my hair.

“I’m so glad you’re okay..I was so worried.” He whispered in my ear, I wrapped my arms around his neck, as tears started to pour from my eyes.

“Juice..I’m so sorry..I shouldn’t have done what I did..” I breathed, burying my face into his shirt, missing the smell of his colonuge. He shushed me, as he ran his hands down my back.

“No..I’m sorry. I’m such an idiot. You don’t need to apologize.” He replied, he pulled away, and cupped my face. “Let’s get out of here... we have some catching up to do.”

He smiled.

We went back to back to his room at the clubhouse, and I explained everything that’d happened.

“So, I guess..I’m an outlaw now too..” I breathed a laugh. He took my hand and smiled.

“Us outlaws stick together, for the most part anyway..you think you’ll stay here?” He asked, a bit of hope in his eyes.

I nodded.

“For as long as I possibly can.”

His smile grew, and he kissed my forehead.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He said, resting his hands on my waist, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m gonna need you with me..” He assured me, before pressing his lips to mine, kissing me softly, and then more rough, when I kissed him back, he lifted my shirt over my head, and I did the same to him. He smirked.

“I definitely need you tonight.” He whispered.

I fell asleep next to him, and my dreams were filled with nightmares of my time in the army. I woke up, drenched in sweat, crying, and shaking. I sat up in a panic, and swallowed the lump in my throat.

“It’s not real..I-It’s n-not real..” I said to myself, trying to take deep breaths. Juice sat up, and put his arm around me, rubbing my arm gently.

“Y/N..hey..it’s okay..you’re okay.” He said softly, trying to calm me down. “I’ve got you..” He smiled.

I smiled in return, and nodded, still trying to catch my breath, I laid back down, and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

“I’ve always got you. I promise.” He whispered.

I smiled, I was so happy to be next to him again.

For good this time.

[middle--fingering]

Charming Town - Opie Winston (2)

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Another chapter of Charming Town for y’all! Our main character is played by Alicia Silverstone! (yes the girl from Clueless) 

Taglist: @soaimagines @straight-toheck @yourcroweater @gl-st @homicidalteenagedream @sam-samcro @samperv @telfords-glasgow-smile @telford-ortiz-teller @calumonoxide @masterdreads @buckysjuicyplums @soafan99 @spaz8550

Tara took a deep breath and rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans. It was her day off, yet she was still at the hospital. Tara didn’t know why she was nervous as she headed down the bleak corridors towards the psychiatric unit of St Thomas Hospital. Tara rarely came down to this unit as she was a surgeon in the neonatal department. There was nothing for her to be nervous about. She was just going to visit her friend that was all. Today was Doctor Oatfield’s day in the psychiatric unit instead of her office in the main building of the hospital. Tara scanned herself in with her all access scanner card and walked toward the guarded and boxed in nurses desk. Tara remembered doing her practical’s in a ward like this when she was studying in Chicago. 

A familiar nurse smiled at Tara.“Dr Knowles, what are you doing this side of town?” The nurse laughed at her own joke.

Tara laughed and smiled along politely. “I’m here to see Doctor Oatfield, do you know when she’ll be finished?”

The nurse nodded. “She should be finished in ten minutes and then she’ll be finished here for the day. Do you want to wait in here or outside?”

Tara bit her lip. “I think I’ll wait outside. Could you please tell her I’m waiting for her?”

The nurse smiled and nodded. 

Tara turned on her heel and scanned herself out of the ward.

Tara stood in the waiting room outside of the psych unit and paced the dreary, antiseptic smelling waiting room. Tara was terrified that her friend would think that she was taking advantage of her, that somehow all this sneaking around behind the hospital system’s back would lead back to her and the club. Tara knew she was taking advantage of her situation and privileges but she wanted to help the club in any way she could. She was an old lady now, and she needed to act like one. She heard the familiar buzz of someone exiting the unit and Tara took a deep breath and straightened herself up. Doctor Oatfield breezed out of the ward with a smile on her face. Her blonde hair fell around her collarbones and was pushed behind her ear. Tara smiled at her and the doctor rushed to hug her friend.

“Tara Knowles! How are you?” Doctor Oatfield gushed, hugging Tara with one arm.

“I’m great Hayley. How are you?” Tara smiled as she disengaged from the hug. Something about Hayley always calmed her down.

Hayley grinned. “I’m great, it’s been a successful day. The nurses said you were looking for me, what do you need?”

Tara chewed on her lip. “I just wanted to check on Gemma. She’s been coming to her sessions right?”

“Every single one.” Hayley nodded. “She’s been doing great.”

Tara nodded. “Good. You’re not angry that I asked you to do that right?”

Hayley squinted and shook her head. “Of course not. It’s my job to help people. Why Tara? What’s going on?”

Tara shook her head. “I need to ask you another favour.”

Hayley sighed. She knew that Tara wasn’t trying to take advantage of her but that’s what it seemed like. It was in Hayley’s nature to help, she couldn’t refuse if someone asked for her help. It was her biggest strength and her deepest flaw.

“What is it Tara?” Hayley asked, trying to keep the effervescence in her voice.

“Gemma asked if you could possibly add someone to the front of your line. Like when you have a cancellation or something. He needs help immediately or he’s going to go off the edge.” Tara tried to sell it as best she could, hoping to tug on Hayley’s heartstrings somehow.

“Who is it?” Hayley asked.

“The guy whose wife was brutally shot in a drive by a month ago. He needs your help Hayley.”

Hayley swallowed back any irritation she had when she heard whom she needed to help. Hayley knew that woman was a young mother of two, that it was a senseless act of gun violence committed completely by mistake. 

“I’m going to check my books and let you know okay? I’m happy to help.”

Tara wrapped Hayley in a hug. “Thank you so much Hayley. Call me once you know.”

Hayley Oatfield began to make her way back to her safe and warm office in the main building of the hospital. She loved what she did, but her days down in the psychiatric unit never failed to spook her. Hayley mulled over what Tara had asked of her. It wasn’t a huge issue for Tara to refer people, so Hayley was confused as to why Tara was acting so strangely. Hayley didn’t want to take people without going through the system but she didn’t see it as a huge deal. Once Hayley arrived back at her office, her friendly secretary Lucy greeted her.

“Hey Luce, can I look over my bookings for the next couple weeks?” Hayley asked, swinging around the wooden desk so she could be behind it with Lucy.

Lucy nodded and pushed herself away from the computer so Hayley could use it. Hayley began to furiously type and scroll through her schedule and client books. It turned out that next week she had a cancellation right before Gemma’s session. It was perfect timing. Hayley exited all browsers before thanking Lucy and leaving the office. Hayley was pleased to be going home after a long day. Hayley headed towards her black sports car and unlocked the door. She took her place behind the steering wheel and started the engine. Slow synth pop began to play from the stereo as she pulled out of the hospital parking lot. She sang along to the music as she drove through the quiet streets of Charming. Hayley was always reminded of how pleased she was to be back in Charming when she made her commute home. She had grown up here for most of her young life until she moved to Chicago with her parents when she was sixteen. Hayley made the move back to Charming a few months ago, three years after acquiring her psychology license and garnering a reputation as one of the best psychologists in the USA. She received an offer for a residency in her hometown of Charming and she took it without hesitation. Hayley pulled into the driveway of her small one story house and locked up her car when she exited it. The small house with deep brown rendering was the one she grew up in. Her parents still leased it and gave it to her when she decided to move back to Charming. Hayley walked inside and was greeted by her large black Labrador that she affectionately named Buddy.

“Hey Buddy!” She smiled and ruffled his fur in her hands before walking into the kitchen.

Hayley fed Buddy his dinner in the kitchen and then headed toward the living room adjacent to the kitchen. She sat down on her couch and began to flip through channels on her large TV. It was quiet and peaceful and that’s how she liked it.

Hayley began to think about the person Tara referred to her. He was the husband of the woman caught in the crossfire of a suspected gang related crime. It was known that the woman was the wife of a member of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club and Hayley always had a suspicion that the Sons were involved in the murder. Hayley had to ignore that opinion if she was going to evaluate and help the suffering husband. Hayley began to think of how Tara knew the man well enough to risk asking Hayley to go behind the hospital system’s back. Tara didn’t even give Hayley the man’s name. Hayley’s mind began to race as she worried about Tara. Was she caught up in the Sons of Anarchy? Hayley wasn’t afraid of the club, but it was a motorcycle club and Hayley knew better than anyone how dangerous motorcycle clubs could be. Hayley tried to mute her overthinking and reached for her cell phone. She dialed Tara’s number and awaited her to pick up.

“Hey Hayley, I was waiting for your call.” Tara answered after the first ring.

“Sorry Tar, I got home and completely forgot to call you. I checked my bookings and there’s an opening right before Gemma’s session next Wednesday. Would that work?” Hayley explained.

“I’ll ask Gemma and let you know tonight okay?” Tara replied.

“That’s fine. Oh, and Tara? You never told me the guy’s name.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! His name is Harry Winston, but everyone calls him Opie.” Tara explained, a happy tone evident in her voice.

And with just the utterance of a name, Hayley felt a crack go right through the centre of her heart.

Tara felt so relieved once she got off the phone to Hayley. She felt as if the weight of Gemma’s request rolled off her shoulders. She could hear Jax’s bike roar into the drive and a wave of happiness crash over her. She loved having Jax to come home to every day, and his beautiful son Abel. It was a blessing to have the two men in her life to keep her grounded and focused. Jax and Tara were high school sweethearts with only eyes and hearts for each other. They were torn apart when they were nineteen when Tara had the opportunity to chase her dream of becoming a surgeon in Chicago, plus Tara was desperately trying to escape the Sons of Anarchy lifestyle; a lifestyle she now fully embraced. Tara waited patiently in the kitchen for Jax to walk inside and sweep her off her feet. No matter what, Jax would always make her feel giddy, as if she was walking on clouds.

“Honey, I’m home.” Jax called out with a laugh as he opened the front door. 

He walked a few steps into the entryway and turned on his heel to the kitchen where he knew Tara would be waiting for him. Tara smiled when she saw him, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. She embraced him tightly before planting a kiss on his lips. She pushed his blonde chin length hair behind his ear while she gazed into his eyes. A cheeky grin appeared on Jax’s face as he watched Tara.

“What are you thinking about babe?” He asked, squeezing the sides of her small frame.

Tara shook her head. “Nothing.”

Jax laughed. “You were thinking about me weren’t you?”

Tara felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “Maybe.”

Jax pressed in and kissed his girl more passionately, their bodies melting together as if they perfectly aligned. He pulled Tara onto the kitchen counter and fit perfectly between her legs. Tara’s hands roamed the back of Jax’s leather cut, feeling the rough embroidered Sons of Anarchy patch against her fingertips. She was still getting used to the lifestyle and all it entailed, but all that mattered was that she had Jax back. Suddenly, Abel’s cry began to resound all throughout the house. Jax pulled away and groaned.

“Why does this always happen?” Tara whined.

Jax laughed and began to walk off. “Welcome to parenthood babe.”

Once Jax was out of sight, Tara took out her cell phone and dialed Gemma.

“Hey Gem, it’s Tara. Doctor Oatfield got Opie in for a session. Should I tell him or should you?”

[soatelfordimagine]

Faith//Chibs Telford

Info: y/n comforts Chibs after his nephews death in Belfast.

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing

When the club found out Abel was in Belfast, they knew they needed to go. Tara asked Jax, and he denied her requests to go. That made y/n hesitant to ask Chibs, yeah they were Tara and Jax and have been consistently together for about three years, there was still doubt. If one old lady couldn’t go, why could the other? But that didn’t matter now, y/n was in Belfast now.

She was sitting in the living room of Maureen house. She was an old lad

y to the president of SAMBEL and a kind woman, letting SAMCRO and two of the old ladies stay in her family home. Currently, the boys were on a run to assist a gun shipment involving Jimmy. A name that was once welcome is now their biggest threat, as he is holding Abel from Jax, Gemma, Clay and everyone else.

Her leg bounced with anxiety knowing this run was risky for them. In unknown territory, with a warrant to be detained and Jimmy being out there with men to sabotage whenever. 

“Calm down, sweetheart. Your goddamn leg is gonna bounce right of of ya if you keep that up” Gemma sassed y/n.

“I can worry, yeah?” She questioned.

“You’ve been his old lady long enough to know not to think about it too much. Have some faith”

“I have faith in SAMCRO, but my faith in SAMBEL is feeble” Y/n shut down Gemma with a reasonable doubt.

When the door could be heard opening, y/n jumped to her feet. Walking to the doorway before the kitchen, able to see everyone walk in without being in the way. They all entered house, all but Chibs. y/n grabbed Juice by the shoulder, his brows raised in question when he faced her.

“Where is he?” She asked.

“He’s on his way” Juice answered vaguely.

“Fuck does that mean? What happen-” She replied angrily but then realized the overall solemn sadness across the whole group.

They either went to their bedrooms or the living room, not much speaking took place. She lowered her voice and mumbled an apology to Juice before he took off on his own. Chibs arrived soon after, his head hung low.

“Chibs?” y/n asked softly.

“Aye, love?” He replied looking up to her, that’s when she could see the hurt.

His eyes were red, watering, his cheeks stained with tears. He carried a slight sniffle, yet he was still ready to accommodate y/n the best he could. She walked up to him and hugged him tight, a trigger for him to let himself go.

Sobs racked his body as it became weaker, him almost giving in and falling. Y/n led him to a chair in the kitchen before it’d really happen. She sat between his legs, his body slumped. She took his hands in her own and looked up to him.

“What happened, baby?” She asked, rubbing circles on the back of his hands in an attempt to soothe him.

“T-the barn exploded, bloody goddamn mess. We were locked in the barn by Jimmy’s boys, aye, and one of the SAMBEL boys went to drive the truck through the doors. Once it was outside, it-it exploded and Paddy, Paddy was on the truck” The person he was most excited to see here, his nephew. They had been attached at the hip since they arrived, catching up and now he wasn’t even here “I found him all burnt and charred up, msisin an arm for bloody hell”

“Chibs, I-I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry” She spoke at a loss for words and things to say.

“I should’ve been on that truck, not him. He was too young, too young” He blamed himself.

“Let’s, um, let’s go get in bed and get you comfortable. Get you to rest, figure this out in the morning with the boys, yeah?” She offered.

He nodded and stood up, he took the lead. The sons saw how broken he was and didn’t speak, only watched as the two walked through the living room to their room.

“He wouldn’t talk to anyone but you, was askin for you the whole time, wanted to know you were safe” Jax explained and gave a weak smile “So, thank you”

She nodded and caught up with Chibs. Once in their room, he undressed into boxers and a t-shirt, her into just a big t-shirt. This whole process took place in silence, no room for words to be exchanged. They settled next to each other in bed, Chibs holding y/n.

“I should be holding you” She said, feeling bad she wasn’t comforting him.

“I need somethin normal, my love. Let me hold ya, that’s helpin me better than you tryin to hold me” He kissed her head “I don’t know what I’d do without ya, lass”

“You’d figure it out”

“Don’t say that, like I don’t need ya, cause I do. I wasn’t gonna talk to any of the boys, you’re what I needed. Without ya, I’d have it all bottled up. Drink and fight to try an fix it, do I got ya” 

“I love you, Filip” She whispered, looking up at him.

“I love you too, darlin” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto her lips.

[sassy-losechester]

Mobile Masterlist

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UPDATED 02/06/2019

DEAN WINCHESTER

Back From A Hunt

Missing Everything

Angels From Heaven

Sell Your Soul

Before You Go 

Imagine Dean not wanting you to go on a solo hunt 

The End Series Masterlist

Helping Hand

Chocolate Cake Shot

Tattoo

That Time In Oconomowoc

GABRIEL

My Archangel

Ring, Ring

Revenge of the Tapeball 

Our Paradise  

Damn it, Luke

The Unforgiven Part 2 Part 3

Lion 

Pranks Series Masterlist

Smile For The Camera

Dressing Room Chat

Don’t Tell My Boyfriend

Let You Down

CASTIEL

Happy Little Trees

SPN UNIVERSE

Confess Your Love

SONS OF ANARCHY UNIVERSE

Leave (Juice)

Bucky Barnes

Lost in the Moment 

Matt Murdock 

Birthday Gift 

[hauntedduckdefendor]

Guardian

My heart feels as if it is beating out of my chest, adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I swore I would never come back to this place. Now It’s the only place that I know I will be safe. They have been following me since I left Arizona. Keeping just in sight of my rear view.They attempted to grab me out of my truck when I was leaving a gas station. I can tell I have a black eye, and my lip is swollen. Im lucky my Old man taught me to fight. I know they are fucking with me, trying to psych me out before they attempt to run me into the ditch again.

All it took was one glimpse at the crow tattooed on my sternum and they were after me. Everyone in a five state distance knew what it meant. That I was an OId Lady for one of the members of the Sons of Anarchy. What better way to gain leverage over a club then to take a members Old Lady? To bad I was an ex. An ex who probably had been forgotten within the two years I had been away.

The welcome to Charming sign passes me in a blur. I barely catch a glimpse of the word SAMCRO carved into the sign, before my eyes are on my rear view mirror again. Obviously these assholes don’t know where they are, or where I’m heading. That or they are prospects, sent out to do the dirty work, and test the waters around Charming.

I quickly pull into the lot at Teller Morrow and notice there is only one bike. A Trike, parked toward the end of where the line usually starts. Piney is here I think to myself as I through the truck in park and begin running toward the clubhouse door. The sound of motors that don’t belong to Harley fills the lot, and my fear had tripled. Are these idiots fuckign crazy! Pulling into TM like this is a death wish. My hand grazes the handle on the clubhouse door when it is flung open. Piney standing with a shotgun in hand, quickly steps out of the way as I barrel inside. He’s standing in the doorway, shotgun at the ready.

“If you think you have the balls to come inside here be my guest” he calls into the lot. The bikes from the Guardians MC are lined up, blocking the entrance to Teller Morrow.

“Y/N, get my phone off the bar, hit 3, you’ll know what to do” he calls to me over his shoulder.

Running toward the bar I find the old burner, and quickly pressing 3. I go around the backside of the bar, my hands feeling for the pistol that is usually stashed there. MY fingers come in contact with the cold steel as the ringing of the phone stops and a voice I haven’t heard in two very long years hits my eardrum.

“Yeah” is all he says and my heart once again is racing. This time not from fear.

“Tig, you need to get to the clubhouse, The Guardians followed me, Piney is trying to hold them off”!

The line goes dead and I throw the phone. Knowing the guys will be here soon. My body goes into fight mode. I have to do whatever it takes to protect Piney and this clubhouse. I run quickly toward a side window that’s facing the lot. I see two full patched members, along with three prospects. The full members rockers are still white, especially in contrast to the rockers worn by the sons. Marred with dirt, blood, and life on the road.

“We can do this one of two ways” Piney yell’s into the lot once more. “You can leave and pray we don’t find you. Or you can start a war you will not win”. To emphasize his point, he racked the shotgun, making that noise that everyone knows so well. The Guardians at the end of the lot are standing their ground, pistols pointed toward the old man. I hear the faint sound of Harleys coming closer, and I know either all hell is about to break loose, or the pardon of a lifetime is about to take place.

Jax is the first one on the scene, followed by Bobby, Chibs, Tig and Happy. It looks like they have a few prospects as well. The guys are on their feet in seconds when they park at the end of the compound. Pistols drawn, they are aiming at the Guardians, who now have a glint of fear in their eyes.

“You all are either very stupid, or have huge balls” Jax calls toward the men in the center of the lot. “I’m giving you to the count of five to get the hell off my lot, before I unleash hell on your heads. Five…… Four……Three”. Not needing to be told twice, the Guardian mount their bikes and begin to leave, the Sons pistols still trained on them.

I feel exhausted as the last bike pulls away from Teller Morrow, My body is shaking as I sit down on one of the stained up couches. Piney walks toward the bar, grabbing a bottle of Tequila. He takes a drink before offering me the bottle. I gratefully accept it, knowing I’m going to need to be numb when he walks in the door.

Chibs is in first, followed by the man who broke my heart two years ago. I give a small smile as Tig gets down on his knees in front of me. His bright blue eyes piercing me with his gaze.

“What the hell happened doll” he asks as he brushes his thumb against my swollen lip, blood coming away with his thumb.

“It’s not mine, well not all of it at least. Apparently biting someone’s ear when they jump you is frowned upon in Arizona” A smile crosses his face as he brushes my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, I wonder who you learned that move from” he laughs.

“Here lass, let me look at ye” Chibs Scottish accent is calming as he takes my face in his hands, looking at the numerous cuts and bruises.

“You’re gonna be sore for a couple of days, but other then tha’ ye will live” he states as he wipes down my cuts with an alcohol wipe.

“Thanks Chibby” I wince as the cleaning of another cut begins. I see Jax standing close by, a beer in his hands.

“Well one thing hasn’t changed. You still know how to make an entrance” he chides as Chibs finishes with my face. “You want to tell me what brought all this down on your shoulders”?

I glanced at Tig, who had been quiet since Chibs started tending to my wounds, then pointed down to my chest where Tig’s crow was in plain sight. “They needed leverage, and I guess they thought it was me”  

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