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[brunettemarionette]

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[anotherredwoodoriginal]

Kiss Me Like This (I Think You Mean It)

Dialogue prompt: “kiss me”

Pairing: Juice x reader

Requested by: anonymous

Word count: 751 (honestly, a little longer than I had planned for these dialogue prompts but we all know how much I love Juice so I got a bit carried away)

Title from: You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This - Toby Keith

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Kiss me,” Juice said, a wide grin plastered on his face, his words a little slurred and his breath burning of tequila.

You screwed up your face and shook your head. “Juice, no, you’re drunk.”

As much as you wanted him, you still had self-respect. You didn’t want the first move to be with Juice so hammered he wouldn’t remember it the next day. You didn’t want him to regret it if what you had between the two of you really was just harmless flirting.

But he was relentless as he leaned in a little closer, hands coming to rest on your lower back and pull you into him. “Come on; I know you want to. So kiss me.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head as you stopped at a red light, as if that would stop the memories. Your mind was replying the night before on a loop as you made your way to the clubhouse, two large paper bags full of double-bacon cheeseburgers and fries in the passenger seat.

When you first moved to Charming, nothing but your beat-up old Chevrolet and a twenty-dollar bill to your name, Gemma had taken you under her wing (“you remind me of me when I was your age,”) and ever since, you had done whatever you needed to be included. That started with the hangover deliveries the morning after a party, and although the club had accepted you long ago, it was ingrained in you like a polite habit at this point.

With the club’s acceptance came other perks; free use of the garage, for example. Juice had been fixing up your beat-up old Chevrolet; getting it back in good condition, teaching you how to care for it and what to check if something seems off.

At first, you were only there sometimes. Then sometimes became most of the time and that became always. The two of you got along well, falling into your own rhythm seamlessly. You’d say you were friends, but did friends usually flirt that much?

“I got burgers!” You announced as you entered the clubhouse. Kozik, Tig and Bobby were all passed out on the sofas in the main room, a few crow eaters left behind too. You grabbed an empty beer bottle and slammed it down on the bar a few times, like a gavel. Slowly, the rest of the Sons staggered out of the dorms one by one.

“What’d we do without you, darlin’?” Jax asked with a smile as he passed you.

And then you saw him. Standing there in only a white tee and a pair of boxers and staring right at you, was Juice.

You thought it would be okay, that you could act normal, but now that he was standing there in front of you it was like you’d lost the ability to speak. All you could think of was the way he stood before you last night, all but begging you to kiss him.

You thought about how much you wanted to kiss him.

“I better head off,” you announced suddenly, “I’ve gotta go…run some errands,”

You were out of there before anyone could stop you.

But you didn’t make it very far. You were almost at your car when you heard Juice trailing after you, calling you name.

You kept walking, not quite ready to face him yet, but he caught up with ease, catching your arm as you opened the door of your car.

Heaving a sigh, you turned to face him and internally admitted defeat.

“What is it, Juice?”

Your eyes met his, deep brown and searching your own.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Your breath caught in your throat, your jaw dropped.

“Wh-what?” You sputtered.

A slow smile made its way across his face and he stepped forward, his arms coming up to rest on the hood of your car as he pinned you against your beat-up old Chevrolet.

“Kiss me,” he repeated. “I know you thought I didn’t mean it last night, but I did. I like you, but the club can get dangerous and I need to know you’re in this. I need you to make the first move here, so kiss me.”

Heart pounding in your ears, palms sweating. This was what you’d been waiting for, been dreaming of for months.

So you let a smile stretch it’s way across your mouth, and then you wrapped your arms around his neck and bridged the distance between you.

[middle--fingering]

Texts with the SOA boys where their daughter asks to hang out with a boy

[followthereaper]

Request: Imagine Opie and the reader being told they can’t have kids, but they end up pregnant with twins! They throw a huge party to celebrate!

Author’s Note: I combined two requests for this one. Also, this imagine mentions the idea of not being able to get pregnant, so if that’s a trigger, please use caution when reading.

*Italicized words are flashbacks* ---------- “Mrs. Winston I’m sorry, but the results were negative. You aren’t pregnant,” the doctor told you for what felt like the hundredth time you had heard it.

You sighed but nodded, standing up to leave his office. “I’m sorry mam. I know you want this desperately. Bring your husband to your next appointment, and we’ll discuss other methods,” the doctor explained, a look of sadness on his face as he saw you out.

You pulled up to TM shortly after your appointment, hoping to find Opie. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw his bike parked in the long line of motorcycles. Parking, you got out, heading straight into the clubhouse. “He’s in his apartment,” the prospect manning the bar told you. You nodded your thanks before heading that way.

Opie was coming out of the bathroom, hair still wet from his shower, when you walked in. “How’d it go?” he asked you. You simply shook your head before running into his arms, letting out all of the emotions inside you. “I got you,” he whispered, “We’ll figure this shit out.” --------- You cried as you thought back to that day three years ago, but that wasn’t the only reason you were crying. The little stick in your hands that had a tiny pink plus sign on it was the main reason for your tears. After three years of fertility treatments and one failed invitro, you got the pink plus sign you’d been so desperately wanting.

You wasted no time heading to TM where you knew Opie would be, and jumped out of your car to run inside. You found him shooting pool, all of the guys gathered around doing their own things.

“Baby,” you said, calling him over to you.

“What’s up?” he asked after he had planted a kiss on your lips.

You didn’t say anything, but instead held up the pregnancy test. “Holy shit,” he said, “No fuckin way.”

You laughed, “yes fucking way.” Opie surprised you by grabbing you in a huge hug, and turning you around so all of the guys, who had now become interested in what was going on, could see you.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he exclaimed, pulling you closer into his side as the guys let out screams and congratulations. ------ “You guys will use any excuse to throw a party won’t ya?” you teased as you stood next to Opie, listening to everyone congratulate the two of you.

Opie smiled down at you, “That’s true, but this,” he placed his hand on your stomach, “Is definitely a reason to celebrate.” You smiled as he kissed you.

“Aren’t you two just the cutest,” Jax joked, moving to kiss you on the cheek and shake Opie’s hand, “I’m happy for you guys.”

You smiled, “Thanks Jax. We appreciate it.”

Eventually, Opie was pulled away to play pool and drink with some of the guys. You had convinced him to go despite him wanting to stay with you.

“This party is insane,” you said to Tig who had joined you at the bar.

“All for you sweetheart. You and Ope,” he told you, hugging you from the side. You beamed, the realization coming over you once again. You were going to be a mother, and you had Opie, and the most amazing family backing you up. It meant a lot after so many failed attempts.

The rest of the night was spent celebrating your family and laughing until you cried with the people who meant the most to you. ------ *A couple weeks later* “Y/N, everything’s fine,” Opie assured you as you waited nervously in the waiting room of your OBGYN.

“I’m scared that we’re gonna go in here, and he won’t be able to find a heartbeat,” you admitted, leaning into Opie’s side.

“Winston,” they called out, signaling for you to come back. ------ “This gel is going to be cold at first,” the technician explained as he spread the gel on your stomach. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed the monitor on your stomach, moving it around everywhere before stopping on one spot.

The most beautiful sound you’d ever heard in your life came through the computer; your baby’s heartbeat. “That’s our baby,” you said, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as Opie held your hand.

“Babies actually,” the tech stated, “It’s twins.”

Your mouth fell open as you looked at Opie whose expression mirrored yours, “Two babies.”

“Holy shit,” Opie said as he looked at the ultrasound pictures the tech had left for you guys.

“Go big or go home right?” you said, laughing as Opie hugged you tight, both of you thankful.

[samcrow]

ive been rewatching soa and i honestly couldn’t help myself, i had to make this blog. ive been creeping around asking for opinions on for my first fic and the first tid bit is up and would still love to see what you guys think ! i’ll probably have a poll to see who the oc ends up with and i’ll open up request soon. stay tuned, loves!

[wiccanthrope]

The Other Guy

A/N: So I got this prompt and thought it would be a good way for me to announce that I’m now gonna be doing Sons of Anarchy imagines and prompts.

You bit your lip, a way to hold your tongue from lashing out Jax as you patched him up from the fight he got into at the bar that night.  You’re focused solely on carefully wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, not letting your gaze wander to look into his blue eyes because you knew what that would do to your resolve.  From the corner of your eye, you saw his hand move to grip your hip but you pressed on his tender jaw to stop him, causing a hiss of pain to come from between his clenched teeth.  “Don’t even think about it Teller, you don’t get to weasel your way out of me yelling at you this time.”

He huffed out a laugh, disregarding your warning and took hold of your hip anyway and tugged you closer to his body, situating you between his legs as his fingers curled around the backs of your thighs to keep you close to him.  “Well...can I explain why I got into a fight before you yell at me because I think that will change your mind, babe.”

Your eyes narrowed at his words, trying to ignore the way his touch and voice made your heart flutter away in your chest because Jax was your best friend, had been since you two were in diapers.  You watched him grow up into the man he is today, get his heart broken by Tara, love Abel, and take care of the Sons and you couldn’t risk losing him because of your feelings.  Instead, you sighed and wiggled free from his hold to walk over to the freezer in the clubhouse to grab an ice pack to place on the bruise forming around his left eye.  “I’ll be the judge of that if I still want to yell at you after you explain everything to me then you just have to sit there and take it.”

“Deal.”  Blue eyes watched your face carefully, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt absentmindedly while the fingers of your free hand played with the ends of his hair.  “The boys and I went to the bar to get some drinks after a ride and we were mindin’ our own business.  ‘Ey!”  He teasingly pinched the skin of your stomach when you scoffed when he said they were just ‘minding their own business’ and it caused you to laugh.  “We were minding our own business when some asshole started talkin’ shit to us, trying to get us to start a fight but none of us really cared what he was saying until he mentioned you.”

Surprise caused your eyebrows to raise and you to lean back, wondering why the hell your name was brought up.  “How does anyone know who I am and why would it cause a fight to break out?”

“It’s what he was saying, darling.” His hand came up to tuck some hair behind your ear,  fingers trailing down the side of your neck to cup it and let his thumb rub the edge of your jaw.  “Asked us if we took turns on you or if we all went at the same time and if he could have a pass at you when we got tired of fucking the same hole every night.  Fucked up shit like that and I just lost it, no one talks about a lady like that and no one talks about my girl like that.”

You froze, the words ‘my girl’ bouncing around in your head and you couldn’t quite breathe.  Swallowing, you cleared your throat then let your fingers brush the skin of his neck as they made their way to press your palm against his chest.  “Your girl?  Since when was I your girl, Jackson Teller?”

Rough hands gripped your waist, pulling you against his body close enough that his lips almost touched yours.  “Since the day we met when you pushed me in a puddle of mud and called me a poopy-face.”

You laughed, tossing the ice pack on the bar behind Jax so you could cup his cheeks.  “Well if you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“Trust me, he’ll be in the hospital for at least 2 weeks.”

“My hero.”  You leaned forward, nose bumping his as a sly smile curled your lips.  “And while I quite like the way ‘my girl’ sounds, I think I’d rather be your old lady.”

“Deal.”  Jax closed the remaining distance between the two of you, lips pressing against yours gently and one of his hands came up so his fingers could tangle in your hair.  You sighed into the kiss, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you melted into the embrace and you couldn’t help but smile because you finally got what you wanted.

[imagineswarehouse-blog]

Imagine: Jax comforting you after your old man has been hurt on a run.

GIF Source: samcrogifs.tumblr.com

[soaanonymous-blog]

Mail - Chibs Telford

You stormed into the office of Redwoody, the envelope clutched in your hands. Barging straight in without knocking, you swung the door on its hinges, causing Tig to jump up out of his seat in surprise. "I need a word." You spat, your glare fixed on your old man. He sat behind the desk, his hands resting on the edge as he rolled his eyes. "We're busy here." He responded through gritted teeth. You knew full well you were pushing it, but you weren't scared of the SAMCRO President. You continued to glare as you held up the envelope in explanation. He let out a growl, showing his teeth the way he always did when he was angry. He stood from his seat, nodding to the others to get out. They took the hint, Tig lingering at the door and giving you a look that asked if you would be ok. You flashed him a smile, letting him know you could handle yourself. When he had left and clicked the door shut, you moved toward it and turned the lock and then closed the blinds. "Ye better have a damn good reason for interruptin' this, Lass." Chibs sighed, standing over you where you had flopped down in one of the chairs. You slapped the envelope down on the desk, motioning for him to open it. He gave you a look of puzzlement before picking it up, tearing it open and pulling out the contents. The photos inside depicted Chibs with the town's sheriff, Jarry. She was laid down on the hood of her cruiser, in nothing but her underwear. It was clear what was happening in the images. Chibs scoffed, throwing the handful of photos down. "Lass, I can explain this." He began, but you were already shaking your head, a twisted smirk forming on your lips. "No need." You replied, "I already worked it out." His brow furrowed as you spoke, clearly he wondered how. You pointed a finger to the time stamp on the photo, tapping it twice. "This is dated three days ago." You stated, to which he nodded in response. "Whoever sent these to me wasn't very thorough with their photoshopping." You commented, moving your finger to point at the patches on Chibs' kutte. "VP." You said. He let out a relieved breath, then a short laugh. "These photos were taken before we met." You kept up the smirk, secretly delighted with yourself. "What I want to know," you said, standing and putting your hands on your hips. "Is who sent them." He nodded, agreeing with you. "You got an idea?" He asked, eyebrows raised. You nodded and then pointed straight back to the picture. "Her." You told him. He looked down at your finger, pointed at the sheriff. "Maybe she's jealous." You suggested. "Got any proof?" He asked. It kinda pissed you off that he thought you needed proof, why did it matter? You kept your cool though, shrugging and picking up the envelope. "If I can get her to write something, or break into her office and check her handwriting..." You trailed off, a gleam in your eye at the idea of breaking and entering. He gave you a curious look, glancing from your face to the envelope. Finally, he nodded in agreement. You grinned, excited for the crime. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before turning to exit the office. He grabbed your forearm as you turned, stopping you in your tracks. "Don't get caught." He warned, chuckling slightly as he watched you bounce out of the room.