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au where it was actually opie that got killed instead of donna, and she’s devastated, but piney and mary and club help her out, and eventually she meets a porn star through the club, and oops, they get married, but really it’s just cause he’s good with the kids, and has a son of his own that donna helps him with, and she’s really still in love in opie.

i just need a male porn star. come at me, boys.

[ jax ]

“If you don’t want to do it, don’t. The way I see it, after this week, I’m done with this shithole school anyway.  And as far as your friends, if you’re talking about Wendy, she knew what she was getting into and was the one that acted stupid anyway, when I tried to talk to her. I seriously don’t give a fuck if she’s upset or not. The only one I care about, we’re working through our shit. Help me or not, don’t put all the fucking blame on me, because it’s not all me. I never should have played with people who can’t handle it anyway. Now if you’re done, putting all the blame on me, can we move on? And if you meant Tara, well I’ll actually take shit for that.” 

          “ WELL then. As the school shrink would say, I think we really need to have a lengthy discussion about that reaction, because boy oh boy you got defensive real quick, and I’m guessing it’s because you know you’re REALLY guilty of being a dick to Tara. And yes, I was mostly talking about Tara. Wendy’s a big girl. Totally in love with you, but angrily moving on, to, like, the entire football team, and possibly also the basketball team. Tara...you’ve got a looooot of work to do with Tara, even if you think it’s going to be ok. She’s totally going to have a cheating complex now, and it’s totally your fault. But then again, what do I know? I only aced AP psych. Anyway, here’s the deal. Get your boxers untwisted, and yes, I’ll help you. ” 

“—wait, hold the phone, back up. Seriously? You’re seriously going to drop out? Jax, you’re almost done. Don’t be an idiot. Because if you drop out, so will Opie, and I really need him to graduate with me. It’s vitally important to me, personally. ”

[ @until-ash-kingdom gets grownups too ]

           “ Never thought you’d show your face around here again, Kelly. Too good for us small town hicks. ” It wasn’t fair, of course. She wasn’t being fair, and it was partially that, well, she was married to Opie, and his history with this woman, who had been one of her closest friends in school, made that situation a little...problematic. But she was still, more or less, the same Donna Adams that had Kelly had known and if she hadn’t been willing to back down then, she sure as shit wasn’t willing to back down now- as she was sure Kelly wasn’t either.

[ @goodboybadreputation asked for a starter ♥ ]

          “ I know you think I’m a bitch. About...wanting Opie to...not be into all the illegal shit. And yeah, Jax, it’s all outlaw, illegal shit, and I only know what an old lady knows, and nothing else. And I don’t want to know more, but Jax, you have a kid now, too. Look what you being gone all the damn time did to Wendy, nearly did to Abel. And yeah, Tara’s...Tara’s more grounded than Wendy, Tara has the hospital and her work, and Wendy only had you, and the club, but...You need to be there for your son, and I need Opie to be there for his children, too. You have to understand that. You have to understand that I want you both to eventually get old and fat, riding around like Piney. I love Opie, and I love you like family, and you need to know that. You, and the guys, and everyone else are our family, and I don’t like feeling like I’m fighting with all of you, all the damn time. But...until I know Ope is going to come home to me, every damn night...you’re gonna hafta keep thinking I’m a bitch, I guess. ”

[ @redwoodteller didn’t like twice but gets all the starters, for reasons ]

          “ So, I know Opie say you and the guys were all caught up in some big thing, but it’s Ellie’s birthday this weekend, and she’s a little freaking out because she thinks no one’s going to come to her birthday, and she’s going to sulk regardless of what happens, but it’d be really nice if some of her uncles showed up, you know? Can I count on you and Tara and the boys coming around? At least for a little bit? ”

[ @redwoodteller ♥’d ]

          “ Teller...it’s way too early in the morning. I’m gonna need you to slow down. Starting again, why should I help you with this homework after you managed to piss off, like, all the girls I call my friends, in one form or another...? ”

[ @notforcalamity​ ♥’d ]

          “ You seem a little lost. Charming’s not too big a town, I can probably get you going in the right direction. Where were you headed? ”

[ ben ]

          ❝ Yeah… yeah I know. Don’t think Russ over there gets half the shit I do but… also don’t quite know if he’s got the stomach for a lot of it either. He tossed his cookies watchin’ one of the girls toss theirs the other day. ❞ He gives her a grateful smile, doesn’t mention that half the work he does is sitting in front of computer running numbers all day when he’s not acting like a club housewife. 

          ❝ Did you make ‘em? The sandwiches I mean? I haven’t had a homemade sandwich in months. ❞

          “ Yep! Homemade. “

Glancing at the other prospect, she shook her head- he wouldn’t make the cut. She wasn’t even that involved in club life, and she knew that. But Ben, he seemed like he would make it. The guys were giving him a really hard time.

         “ And there’s lemonade in the fridge. Might be a little bitter, the kids made it. But it should still be good. ”

[ yana ]

For most of the Club members it was a mystery why Jax kept his ‘ Russian Mail Order Bride’ - a lovely nickname - around since she didn’t really seem to fit the usual image of an Old Lady, or a girlfriend of the Club.  Similar to Donna she dressed practical instead of sexy, and was not going to get a crow tattoo. Partially because she hadn’t understood the meaning of them yet, but if she had she’d be even more opposed to it.  When Donna asked her in and offered her help, Yana wanted to hug and kiss her but refrained from doing so. The thought however was very visible on her face as a smile fought it’s way onto her lips. 

“ Thank you. Thank you very much.” she said and stepped inside, still holding the Abel close. Motherhood was the only thing she had succeeded in so far, or at least the only thing that didn’t make her feel like a failure since her arrival in Charming. She had always liked children and Abel had taken to her. It was one of the reasons Jax kept her around, the other was that he was very much in love with her. The last part was what confused most people around them. 

“ I like tea.” she added, not sure what else to say and looked around. “ You have a very pretty home.” she had learned that you should say that, but she felt it was true. This was a home, a place that made you feel safe. She had not adjusted well to living in Jax’ house. Unless he was around she didn’t feel safe, there were too many windows, to many doors, too much room. Who needed so many rooms?! It wasn’t easily defendable at all. “ Ellie and Kenny are well?” 

“ Yeah, the kids are fine. They’re at school. Should be getting home in a few hours. The bus drops them off down the street, and the neighborhood kids all come screaming down the street together. You can hear them a mile away. ”

Smiling, she led the girl, and Abel, into the kitchen, and after a moment of hesitation, moved to the hallway closet, dragging an old high chair out- they kept it there because it was the the perfect height to put trays on to extend the kitchen counter when she was baking cookies for school bake sales. It took her a moment to pull it over to the kitchen table, and another to snag a pillow off the sofa in the living room to fill the chair in a little, to make it safe for the infant to sit in.

“ Here, Abel should be big enough if we tuck him in a bit with a pillow, give us some space to work. ” Smiling brightly at the blonde, she waved her over to a seat at the table, putting the kettle on. “ Black tea alright? ”

A cup of tea to get her to a happier place, and then they could tackle problems like dishwashers and washing machines.

With a little help from my friends

[ @stunncr ♥’d ]

          “ It’s a hazing thing, don’t worry. You really know they don’t like you when they don’t bother to give you shit. In the meantime, when was the last time you got a chance to sit and eat? Don’t let them run you too ragged. There’s sandwiches in the kitchen, go grab one, hun, ”

*leaves this icon of opie’s donna tattoo here and walks away*

ok, i have to go to bed, but now that i have a few more icons of donna, have a baby starter call! i’ll get to these tomorrow <3

reblogging for the morning / early afternoon crew :D all verses on offer. i’m suddenly incredibly interested in bb!donna. but i’m also heading out to have lunch with my folks, so if you want to plot, all the usual messaging systems will work, minus skype because data, you know. harleenisms on all of them :D

[ @dahliablake ♥’d ]

          “ Have you seen Opie? Lowell said he was in here, but... Sorry, I’m Donna. His...wife. ”

[ @until-ash-kingdom ♥’d ]

          “ No! No, no, no, no, no, no, I’m not skipping the entire second half of school just to sneak out with you to go hang out at the SHOP. I’m totally going to fail econ if I don’t at least pretend to pay attention in class, Kells, PLEASE. ”

[ opie ]

He watched silently as her eyes trailed over him - from the wound to his face and back again. Questions swimming like a bottomless pit in her eyes and it brought a sigh from his lips. He was pushing it again - toeing the line between what she’d accept and what she wouldn’t. He didn’t want to constantly bring the club home with him but at times he couldn’t help it. Like now. “Yeah…” he murmurs quite, his words trailing off into nothing as she moves. He concentrates on breathing as his brown eyes follow her. His arm throbbing in pain but right now it was nothing more than a nuisance. Something prodding at the edge of his sub-concious. Right now his whole attention was on his wife and the way she was silent. Too silent.

Neither of them were very good at talking through things like this. When he clammed up, she tended to as well, on instinct, and this was no exception, nodding with a small sigh, and going to dig the kit out from a bottom drawer, getting the kitchen lights while she was at it, so she could see.

Without looking up at him, she poked around the box- they needed to refill it, she was down to one bandage- snagging a few things, her voice small, and a little distracted. “ Get the shirt off. ”

There was a time when this wouldn’t have phased her at all, when the rough and tumble, often bloody world he lived in, that they both lived in, was just one more part of Opie she accepted without question because she loved him. And she still loved him, she would always love him, but the children asleep in their rooms down the hall gnawed at her as she waited to clean his arm, gauze at the ready.

ok, i have to go to bed, but now that i have a few more icons of donna, have a baby starter call! i’ll get to these tomorrow <3