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hey :)
if you’d like, send me an ask with a lyric from a song (please include the song name and artist) and I’ll write a short story based on said lyric.
have fun! here are a few ideas:
“said it was just never gonna happen, then almost kissed me in the dark” Tate mcrae - that way
“up on the roof with a school girl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups” taylor swift - king of my heart
“i overheard that she was 19, got a fake ID and a nose ring” the backseat lovers - kilby girl
#writing#books#story#short story#tate mcrae#swiftie#kilby girl#the backseat lovers#prompt#lyrics#song#music#fyp
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A Message from the NaNoWriMo Board of Directors
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for the celly prompt 12 is so samy and will now that the season is over and it’s getting closer to the semester ending i think that sam would drag will into the kitchen and they would just dance and soak up life with eachother
dancing like nobody's watching
hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will blurb)
finals always makes everyone stressed, so samy drags some of her friends to the lake house for a weekend getaway.
0.9k words
i'm beginning to write all of the requests sent in for the 700 followers celly, so thank you again for everyone requesting things! i may be a little slow with getting them out, so bare with me. please feel free to keep requesting as i roll the fics out for everyone you wanted to see though! it means a lot to me :)
700 celly masterlist | au masterlist
there were perks about having older brothers who owned their own lake house that loved their little sister so much that they let her crash in it for the weekend. classes were winding down, but that meant finals were quickly approaching. what better way to take some time off studying other than driving an hour north for the weekend?
when samy went to jack with the proposal he told her two things: “no parties and no having sex with your boyfriend anywhere but your room.” once they agreed on those two things, he placed the keys to the house in her hand with a smile. he enjoyed seeing his little sister do things he wished he could’ve done when he was her age, so agreeing to let her stay in the lake house for the weekend wasn’t a hard decision.
“i can’t believe we’re already done with freshman year,” hannah commented as she helped samy unpack some food in the kitchen. the boys already rushed towards the dock, wanting to get the first dip in.
“me neither. feels like yesterday we just started. i’m excited for summer though, i think it’s gonna be a good ome,” the brunette smiled when she saw will, moldy, and luca running back towards the house, soaking wet from the lake.
the door burst open and will went straight for samy. he trapped her in his arms, shaking his wet hair out on her like a dog. “will!” samy exclaimed, trying to escape his grasp.
nick and luca did the same to hannah leaving both girls struggling to run away from the boys. “you love me anyway,” will hummed with a kiss against samy’s temple.
“maybe not anymore. go shower off or something, you smell like the lake,” the girl ducked out of his arms earning a playful eye roll from the blonde.
“come with me?” will dared to say in front of everyone else. luca and nick whistled while samy’s own face flushed.
“been here for twenty minutes and the couple’s already going at each other,” nick teased, roughing up will’s shoulder. he had a mix of pride and embarrassment washed into his features.
“you’re so annoying. go get clean. all of you,” the brunette eyed all three boys, her harsher tone finally settling them down. nick saluted.
“yes, ma’am.”
the three of them disappeared into different bathrooms. samy rolled her eyes, spinning back to hannah who was a fit of giggles. “god, i can’t wait for summer when everyone’s here,” the girl hummed.
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later that night, will helped samy in the kitchen making dinner. soft hums of the speaker drifted through the room along with luca, nick, and hannah trying to play a game of uno in the other room. the couple worked in comfortable silence beside one another—will cutting up the vegetables that samy added to the soup she was trying to make.
he’d steal glances at her every so often when she wasn’t looking just to look at her. her curls fell down her back, frizzing at the ends from the spring heat. one of his boston college t-shirts hung loosely at her hips, probably one she stole from him when she visited last. somehow, he lost more shirts every time she came to visit, so he knew she most likely had a collection of them back in her dorm.
“you should’ve come to boston with how many shirts of mine you have,” will teased a bit, poking her side.
“don’t worry, i have about twenty more back at umich,” the girl giggled. she dumped the last of the cut up veggies into the pot and placed the lid on so the soup could cook for a bit. will watched as she rinsed the dishes off before plopping them into the dishwasher. his eyes never left her figure, so when samy found his gaze again, she was surprised when he was already looking at her.
“what? do i look bad or something?” samy raised her eyebrow.
the blonde quickly shook his head, moving to snake his hands around samy’s waist, “no, not at all. just admiring you.”
his words earned a blush across samy’s cheeks as she pressed her cheek into his chest. they stood like that for a second until the song changed and sounds of the backseat lovers’ voices drifted through the speakers singing kirby girl. samy’s eyes lit up hearing her favorite summer song playing.
“i overhead that she was 19. got a fake a id and a nose ring. those kind of girls tend to know things better than i do,” samy and will quickly sung along.
as the beat picked up, will spun samy around before pulling her back into his chest. they swayed to the song, singing along to the lyrics together with big smiles on their faces. hearing these songs along with the warmer days meant summer was so soon and so was being able to spend an entire three months together. freshman year was fun, but the two couldn’t wait until they weren’t separated by states and nightly facetime calls turned into falling asleep in each other’s arms.
the next song was another one of samy’s favorites that she played nonstop during the summer. declan mckenna always knew how to make the best summer songs. the guitar riff got the two excited as samy spun will around the kitchen.
“i heard you sold the amazon to show the country that you’re from,” the brunette began.
her and will started jumping when the chorus started. their commotion caused the other three to go investigate and samy quickly urged them to join. soon all five of them were jumping around the kitchen—the idea of finals and the end of the school year far from their minds while screaming declan’s song at the top of their lungs because that was the only thing that mattered in the moment.
#will smith hockey#hughes!sister x will smith au#samy x will#boston college#boston college hockey#umich hockey#samy hughes#uofmichigan#will smith imagine#will smith x oc#bc eagles#umich wolverines#will smith hockey fluff#peachhcs 700 celly!
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nora’s birthday celly!
you’ve been officially invited to my bday celebration! i’m finally a kilby girl (iykyk). this celly is all writings based off of my favorite taylor swift songs! please be patient with me. it is my birthday after all, so i may not finish these right away. another note, thank you for all the birthday wishes! i love you all soooooo much!!!
i wish you would - in which three times you thought about contacting trevor after the breakup and the one time you did.
i can see you - in which you, the umich team’s admin, have a secret relationship with mark.
i think he knows - in which trevor can’t keep his hands to himself.
gorgeous - in which you hate jack hughes…or do you?
don’t blame me - in which someone runs there mouth about you on the ice and mark doesn’t let him get away with it.
sweet nothing - in which you provide luke a sense of comfort in a chaotic world.
invisible string - in which there was always an ‘invisible string’ tying you and jamie together over the years.
gold rush - in which everyone loves quinn, except for you; however, the blush on your cheeks when he’s around tells otherwise.
afterglow - in which you fuck up your relationship with luke due to your insecurities.
enchanted - in which you have a magical encounter with jamie that leaves you feeling lovestruck.
so it goes - in which you always end up in jack’s bed at the end of the night.
bejeweled - in which quinn is pushing you away, so you make him regret it.
#nora’s birthday celly!#hearts4hughes#new jersey devils#jack hughes#jack hughes x reader#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x reader#mark estapa#mark estapa x reader#trevor zegras#trevor zegras x reader#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale x reader#nora’s writings 💐
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shuffle your on repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people
kilby girl by the backseat lovers
beware by deftones
i wish that i could wear hats by brian david gilbert
two of many by the happy fits
affection by between friends
the bidding by tally hall
cabinet man by lemon demon
"listen to your heart." "no." by cheekface
enormous penis by da vinci's notebook
dentonweaver by racoon tour
@agropuff @mephilesthedork @atypical-insamniac @fires-of-ninjago @juniperjellyfish @marhan-writes-n-draws @get-loved-nerd @brownbuttercookies @inspectorghoul @irrelevantso @mostdefinitelyahumanperson
no pressure on anyone, don't participate if you don't want to :]
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What the fuck Kilby
So there was an email.
RIP to the YWP.
The fact that regional forums and affinity groups are going to be the only places for writing related questions that can’t be handled in discourse’s discord-style format and require their own thread is idiotic. So if you live in a rural area and don’t have a ML willing to take on mod duties, and you’re not LGBT+, disabled, neurodivergent, chronically ill or of colour, you’re fucked.
The new ML situation is. A whole thing. But I don’t think I can go public with that yet. But TLDR: it’s fucked up.
Nano this is why we’re done with you.
#antinanowrimo#nanopocalypse#nano#nanowrimo#nanowrimo controversy#so fuck nanowrimo#nanowrimo ywp#RIP YWP#Fuck Kilby I swear to god
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url song game
so the rules of the game are to write one song for every letter in your url, and then tag as many people as there are letters in your url. okay? okay.
thank u for the tag @causereyna <3
2 - 24 (flor)
1 - 1 last cigarette (the band camino)
4 - 4ever (clairo)
l - lacy take a break (the wldlfe)
i - i think ur really cool (carpetgarden)
l - lucy lucy (betcha)
a - alright (keshi)
c - chapstick (hastings)
s - she’s casual (the hunna)
k - kilby girl (the backseat lovers)
y - young & dumb (cigarettes after sex)
np tags: @star4daisy @fromagony @sommerregenjuniluft @casstration @itsjaywalkers @lightvialamp @kwiwrites @sixlane (and anyone else that wants to join!)
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More NaNo shite.
These are screen shots of the new ML (local leader) contract that NaNoWriMo HQ has put out. It's in screen shots because they've disabled print and save and right click, so there's not any other way to share it. Although it is in a publicly accessible location on the internet without any password protection or any other attempt to keep other folks from reading it.
There are so many things wrong with this that several people with contract experience are writing large documents about some of the problems, and I agree with them that anyone who signs this is a fool.
This is just another way that Kim Palacios, aka Kilby Blades is "fixing" NaNo as the interim ED.
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Playing It Cool But She's Lying
Opie Winston x OFC (Chris Teller)
Inspired by the song Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers
Warnings: language, alcohol, pre-canon AU, Young Opie who isn't completely dead inside
Word Count: 6.2k
A/N: I've had this fic pictured vividly in my head for what feels like the longest time and it still fought me every step of the way as I tried to put it down on paper. But it's done! It's here! I'm so relieved lmao. I have such a Big Fic planned for Opie and Chris but writing this in the meantime was just so fun. Idk, I love the idea of Opie in his super early 20's and not being so sullen all the time. Let the man have some fun. 🥰 Also, shout-out to @garbinge for listening to me ramble for hours about this fic and these two in general. They wouldn't be here without you. 💖
SOA Taglist: @littlekittymeow @chibsytelford @i-just-read-stuff @fuckyeahopie @justreblogginfics @buckybarneshairpullingkink @paintballkid711 @jitterbugs927 @fanfic-n-tabulous @mijagif @frattsparty @winchestershiresauce @beardburnsupersoldiers @choochoo284 @artemiseamoon @nessamc (If you want to be added to any of my taglists, please let me know!)
Chris was rooting around the cupboards of Gemma’s kitchen, looking for something to snack on while she figured out what to do with the rest of her night. Her usual avenues for Friday night plans were all out of the question. The club took off earlier in the evening which meant that she didn’t have Jax and Opie to bother the way that she normally would. A handful of her friends from school had left town a few weeks before when college was back in session, and Opie’s sister Veronica was out of town for the weekend visiting Mary’s family. Charming wasn’t exactly a town known for being busy, but it had been a long time since Chris felt like it was such a boring spot to be.
The only upshot of it all was that with the club being out on business, Gemma would be staying at T-M and the clubhouse longer than usual to make sure everything was alright. On more than one occasion Chris tried to tell Gemma that things were much more likely to go wrong when all of the guys were on the compound, but the message never seemed to go over well. Either way, Chris had the house to herself for the night and she figured that if there was nothing else to do, she might as well take advantage of it.
She was halfway to climbing up onto the counter to reach the top shelf when she heard a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. More confused than anything else, she went and peeked out the front window to see who it could be. Last she heard, only the prospect for left behind and it wasn’t as though he would have any reason to be stopping by.
Her confusion only intensified when she saw that it was Opie rolling into the driveway. When she heard the door shut and the sound of his boots on the floor, she beat him to the punch and called something out into the house before he could.
“I thought you were supposed to be long gone,” she said with a laugh from the kitchen.
She heard Opie chuckling as he made his way to where she was. When he walked into the kitchen, Chris was perched comfortably up on the counter with a can of soda in her hand. Opie shook his head, not commenting on the fact that she was choosing to sit on the counter rather than the multitude of chairs around Gemma’s table.
Opening the fridge, he grabbed his own can of soda. “I thought I was supposed to be, too.”
She laughed. “What’d they do? Downgrade you back to prospect?”
“Might as well have,” he said as he popped the top on his soda can. “I’m ‘on probation’.” He threw air quotes around it to emphasize his sarcasm.
Chris nodded, not even trying to hide how funny she found the whole idea of it all. She didn’t even know what probation would really mean in the context of the MC. Apparently it meant Opie wouldn’t be going on runs with them or any of the fun stuff for a little bit. She sort of felt bad because she knew it mattered to him, but she also knew that it wasn’t as though it was going to last forever. They’d need him again in no time.
Without a word, she hopped down from the counter and started walking towards her room. Opie watched her for a moment, and when he realized that she wasn’t actually going to extend him an invitation, he started to follow her down the hallway regardless.
Just as he crossed the threshold of her room, Chris was flopping down onto the beanbag chair that she had tucked in the corner opposite of her bed. Opie couldn’t believe that she hadn’t broken or gotten rid of the thing yet—she’d had it for years and it showed with how worn out it was. He’d called her out on it once and her immediate response was, “Just because it’s ugly, doesn’t make me like it any less—kinda like you,” and then he never brought it up again.
Rather than going and sitting on her bed, Opie walked over to the small desk she had pushed against the wall by her bedroom window, the same window that she had definitely climbed out of on more than one occasion to sneak off with Opie and his sister, and sat down in the spinning chair that went with it. It was a miracle that he fit in it, but he managed. He stretched his legs out and swayed the chair back and forth as they both sat there.
“Finally got the house to yourself and you’re not even gonna throw a party?” Opie asked with a chuckle.
Chris rolled her eyes. “Gemma isn’t gonna be gone that long.”
“So you’re just gonna sit around and do nothing?”
“Hey, listen, you’re the one who came to see me. So if I’m doing nothing, you’re dong even less than that.” She paused. “Why didn’t you go with V to visit Mary and everyone?”
“Oh, uh, because I didn’t want to.”
She laughed and shook her head. “You’re such an asshole.”
He shot her a small smirk and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s in the genes. Besides,” he took a sip of his soda, “V’s always been Mary’s favorite anyway.”
“Yea, mine too, but we all gotta settle sometimes, you know?” she joked.
“Alright,” he said as he rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed and failing.
“It’s unfortunate for you and Jax that both of you have younger sisters who are objectively cooler and better than you in every possible way. I’m,” she laughed, “I’m truly sorry for your loss.”
Opie was only able to keep a straight face for a moment before he broke and started laughing. “You don’t sound very sorry.”
The two of them moved onto other things. They talked a little about the club, but he never stayed on that topic with her for long. He’d known her his whole life and yet he never really felt like he was in the position to just sit down with her and ask her point-blank what her actual problem with it was. Even if he wanted to, it wasn’t like it was the right kind of night for that anyway. He listened to her rant about Gemma, the two of them talked about Jax, and they ran the whole gamut of their usual conversation topics before they finally hit a lull in the conversation.
When things had been quiet for a couple minutes, Chris looked over at Opie, who was still parked in her tiny desk chair, toying with the now-empty soda can in his hands. She watched him for a moment before saying, “We should go out.”
He choked on the breath he had been taking. “What?”
“Yea! We should go out tonight! I don’t wanna spend my entire Friday night sitting here with you.”
He chuckled, sitting himself upright in the chair. “Thanks.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.” She stood up from the beanbag chair and stretched. “Come on—I know a place.”
“You know a place?” he asked, doubt written on his face.
“Oh fuck off, like you know any places that aren’t the clubhouse.” She paused and waited for him to either argue or agree with the plan. “It’ll be fun! I promise.”
Opie looked her up and down, wondering where exactly they could be going that could be that much fun if she was planning on going there in one of Jax’s old hoodies and a pair of cutoff shorts. Still, he knew that it wasn’t as though he had much else to do. He could either do whatever it was that Chris was scheming up in her head, or he could go sit at home and do a whole lot of nothing by himself.
“Alright, fine,” he finally conceded.
Her whole face lit up. “Amazing.” She pulled him up out of the chair and started shooing him towards the door. “Now get out so I can change.”
Opie allowed himself to be pushed out of the room, shaking his head with a small smile as Chris all but slammed the door shut behind him. He waited in the hallway, leaned back against the wall opposite of her bedroom door, curious to see what he was about to get himself into.
When Chris opened the door back up a couple minutes later, she had completely changed. Her hair was down, long dirty blonde waves falling over her shoulders. She had traded in Jax’s hoodie for a snug black tank top, and her cutoffs for a pair of ripped skinny jeans. She was pulling her boots on as she braced herself against the door. Despite the fact that she was completely off-kilter as she got her shoes on, she still looked over at Opie with a smile.
“Alright. You ready?”
He chuckled, shrugging as he watched her finally get herself back upright again. “Are you?”
“Pfft,” she waved him off as she stepped out and started going down the hallway, “I was born ready, Ope.”
“Right,” he said, sarcasm dripping from the word.
He watched as Chris grabbed the jacket that she always wore anytime she was on the back of someone’s bike. It was usually his of Jax’s, but every now and then if things got chaotic last-minute she’d have to catch a ride with Tig or Chibs. Despite not having her own, she was no stranger to motorcycles.
Opie went to grab his kutte off the back of one of the chairs around the dining room table when Chris spoke up. “You can leave that.”
He looked back over at her, clearly perplexed. “What?”
“Your kutte,” she said as she grabbed her helmet, “you can leave it.”
He looked back and forth between her face and the helmet in her hand. “Sorry, did you get a bike of your own that I don’t know about?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No, but you won’t need your kutte where we’re going.” She saw the apprehension on his face. “Come on, Opie, just be a normal guy with a motorcycle for once. The girls will be all over you.”
“Oh, well, you didn’t mention there was gonna be girls,” he joked as he reluctantly left his kutte on the chair and headed for the door behind Chris.
He trailed behind her as they both walked out of the house and down the driveway towards his bike. It had been a long time since it was just the two of them doing something together. It was the nature of the club, and also having siblings, that there was rarely any alone time to be had. Everything was always done in groups. Chris had plenty of solo time with Jax, and so did Opie, but it wasn’t often anymore that the two of them ever really spent time together without Jax or someone else around.
“You’re really committed to the full-face helmet, huh?” Opie asked her with a knowing grin as he swung his leg over his bike.
“Um, yea,” she said as she climbed on behind him, “because one of these days I just fuckin’ know you or Jax is gonna wipe out while I’m on the back of this thing and I don’t wanna mess up my whole face because you guys don’t know how to ride.”
“Big talk coming from someone who actually doesn’t know how to ride,” he retorted as he clipped the strap of his helmet underneath his chin.
“I know how to ride!” she said, clearly offended as she pulled her helmet on.
“You rode once like three years ago,” he told her with a laugh. “Doesn’t count.”
Even though he couldn’t see it, Chris rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Are you ready?”
“Yea,” he said, letting the bike roar to life, “just tell me which way to go.”
Opie followed Chris’s instructions with a blind faith that he wouldn’t have had in many other people in the same position. There was no hesitation in her directions, though. Wherever they were going, she clearly knew the way there. There was a moment, about ten minutes into their ride, that had Opie wondering if she was just going to have him going in circles. He thought maybe she was just looking for a good excuse to climb onto the back of his bike. But then they crossed the border out of Charming and he realized that she definitely had a destination in mind, but he had no idea what it was.
“Take this right up here,” Chris pointed down the street to the next stoplight, “and then you’ll see it.”
“See what?” Opie said as he rolled up to the stoplight, leaning into the turn with ease.
She laughed, squeezing herself a little tighter to him when she felt the tension in his body. “Relax, Ope. We’re not rolling up to fight club or anything.”
When he rolled a few yards down the street, he saw the place that Chris must’ve been talking about. He let out a laugh that was more sarcastic than anything else. “I think,” he said as he pulled into the parking lot of the club, “I’d prefer fight club.”
She lightly slapped the back of his shoulder. “Oh shut up. It’s gonna be fun!”
Opie parked the bike, allowing Chris to hop off before he did. He watched as she took her helmet off and shook out her hair. He hung his helmet on the handlebar, looking back and forth between Chris and the neon signs that were lighting up the dark windows of the club.
“Can you even get in here?” he asked, a smug smirk on his face.
“Fuck you, first of all,” she said with a laugh. “Second of all,” she reached into her pocket and pulled out a driver’s license that had her face but definitely not any of her real information on it, “I have a fake.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Opie said with a quiet laugh as he snatched the card from her hand to inspect it. He looked up at her, an amused look on his face. “Really? Rose?”
She burst out laughing as she took it back. “Thought it would be a funny little fuck you to Gemma,” she started walking towards the club, “not that she’ll ever know about it.”
Opie fell into stride beside her. “How do you even know about this place?”
Chris shot him a disbelieving look. “What? Did you think that all those nights me, and V, and all our friends didn’t go to the clubhouse with you guys we just sat at home feeling sorry for ourselves?”
“I mean…yea, kinda.” He laughed as she shoved him and he hardly stumbled half a step. “Guess I never thought about it.”
“Sometimes,” she told him as they walked up the few steps to the club door, “it’s nice to be out of Charming where everyone knows everything about you.”
Opie was about to try and come back with something smart when the bouncer at the door greeted them. The burly man made Opie seem small, and he was sitting on a stool just outside the door. Still, the man flashed a warm smile at Chris as she handed over her ID.
“Hey, Rose.”
“Hey, Benny,” she said as she beamed at him.
He looked Opie up and down as he handed over his ID, one that didn’t have to be fake. “Brought a friend, huh?” he asked as he looked over the card in his hands.
“Yea,” Chris said with a laugh. “Finally got him out of the house.”
He handed the card back to Opie, only looking at him for a second before diverting his attention back to Chris. “Have a good time.”
“Always do!” she said, a little more pep in her voice than usual as she took Opie’s hand in her own and dragged him through the doorway.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Opie leaned down so he could speak quietly enough just for Chris to hear. “They know you here?”
She was practically cackling as they made their way towards the bar. “How’s it feel to not be the famous one?”
She couldn’t see the look on his face as he allowed himself to be pulled through the clusters of people in the club. He was thankful for that, though, because he could feel the stupid grin that was on his face and he couldn’t quite manage to wipe it off. It was ridiculous, and he knew that it was, but he couldn’t help it.
“Man,” Chris said with a laugh as they got right up to the bar so that they could order their drinks, “I should’ve brought you a long time ago.” She turned and looked up at him. “Getting up here has never been so easy.”
“Being a foot taller than almost everyone in here helps,” he joked.
The two of them ordered their first round of drinks, and Opie finally took a moment to look around while they waited for the bartender to make them. The club wasn’t an overly large spot. It was comparable in size to the clubhouse only instead of being set up for five different things, the entire space other than the bar was dedicated to a dancefloor with the exception of a few tables on the perimeter of it all. The music was loud, the lighting low for the most part except for the scattered colored lights everywhere. It certainly wasn’t anything like the clubhouse. However, as he looked down at Chris and watched her watching everything unfolding around them, he realized it was exactly the type of place that she liked to be.
“I hope you know,” she said, pausing for a moment as she took a sip of her drink through the small straw that was in it, “that you’re going to have to dance with me.”
He raised his eyebrows, unable to stop himself from laughing. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh,” she laughed, leaning back so that she was propped up against the bar, “I definitely think so.” She saw the look on his face and argued before he could say anything else. “You can’t come to a club and not dance!”
“I didn’t know we were going to a club!” he said with a laugh.
“But here we are!” She gestured around like she was showing him the most lovely thing in the world. “So now you gotta dance with me.”
“Chris…”
“Opie…” she mocked his tone back to him. She finished off her drink and set the glass on top of the bar before stepping in closer to Opie. “Come on. You don’t know anyone here! I promise I won’t tell anyone in Charming if you’re a terrible dancer.”
He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”
“I’ll make a scene,” she said immediately with a laugh. “Trust me, I’ll get Benny over here, tell him you broke my heart.”
He rolled his eyes. “You really are Gemma’s fuckin’ kid,” he said with a shake of his head. With a deep sigh, he finished off his drink as well. “Fine. Let’s go.” He saw the look of excitement on her face and cut it short before she could get too carried away. He held up his pointer finger, “One dance. That’s it.”
She laughed as she grabbed his hands in her own, walking backwards as she pulled him towards the dancefloor. “We’ll see!”
It wasn’t Opie’s scene at all. He knew it, Chris knew it, hell pretty much anyone who looked at him probably knew it. But it almost didn’t matter. He couldn’t remember the last time that he saw Chris having such a good time. He wondered briefly if this was what she was always like when she was away from the club and all the chaos that came with her family. She wasn’t quite a different person, per se, but she definitely seemed more at ease with herself. He wished that he could say that he felt the same.
Chris saw the apprehension all over his face and she had to laugh. She knew for a fact that some of the things that he had to do to get into and keep his place in the MC were much more daunting than dancing with her in a club full of people, and yet he was practically frozen to his spot.
Taking his hands again, she pulled him close so that his arms wrapped around her waist. He almost stumbled, not ready for the sudden closeness. No one would’ve been able to hear Chris’s laughter above the sound of the music, but with her body pressed right up against his, he could feel her laughter without having to hear it.
They both knew that Opie wasn’t a good dancer. Opie had a lot of things going for him, but rhythm wasn’t one of them. He’d only ever used all that height and muscle for fighting, for whatever brute force tasks needed to be done at T-M and for the MC. He never really had to be graceful, or any approximation of that.
Once he realized that Chris wasn’t just playing some elaborate prank, that she wasn’t going to throw him into the wolves and leave him alone, he tried his best to relax and ease into it. He was only partially successful. He tried to relax into the fact that his hands were on Chris’s hips, that hers were resting right in the crook of where his neck met his shoulders. With the heat of the club, Opie thought that the last thing he would want was to be so close to another person, but there was something surprisingly comfortable about having Chris’s body pressed so closely to his.
They’d only been on the dancefloor for a couple minutes when Chris interlocked her hands behind Opie’s neck and pulled her down so that she could talk to him and he would actually hear it. She had one hand rested on the back of his neck, one on his shoulder as she brought her lips closer to his ear.
There was laughter in her voice as she said, “You can loosen up, Ope.”
He chuckled and shook his head, trying not to think about how suddenly her being so close felt so different than any other time the two of them had been in tight quarters together. “This is as loose as I’m gonna get.”
She laughed, leaning her forehead against his shoulder for a moment while she did. When she finally lifted her head, tilting her chin so she could look up at Opie, she said, “It’s okay if you’re actually having fun, you know.”
He tensed up for a second, opening his mouth to argue, but then he realized that there was no point. The serious expression faded from his face and he allowed himself a small smile. “I know.”
She beamed up at him. “Good.”
She finally let him stand back completely upright. After that, he was still a little tense, and still extremely awkward on the dancefloor, but he was at least smiling and following Chris’s lead. Both of them were laughing as she moved her hands from his shoulders down to hips and tried to guide him into having some rhythm. It wasn’t successful but it certainly was funny. The sound of their laughter got lost in the music and the vibration of the bass throughout the club, but they still felt it.
While Chris had told Opie that he only owed her one dance, it was more than clear to Opie as soon as they got out onto the floor that it was going to be much more than that. It was a daunting thought at the start, but after a few songs and a few more drinks, he couldn’t deny that he was actually having a good time. Gun to his head, he’d never admit it to Jax or any of the other guys in the club. But when it was just him and Chris and a bunch of people who had no idea who he was, he allowed himself to enjoy it.
They were both standing by the bar, finishing off what Opie was assuming were their last drinks. Chris was practically glowing, a sheen of sweat across her forehead and a warmth to her face that was either caused by the heat of the club, the alcohol, or maybe both. The smile on her face as she set her empty glass down on the bar stretched from one side of the face to the other.
She gestured back to the dancefloor. “One more?”
Opie chuckled and shook his head. “I think I’m way past my limit.” He saw the exaggerated look of disappointment on her face and gave a good-natured roll of his eyes. “You said just one anyway. So, really—”
“Alright, alright,” she cut him off with a laugh as she waved her hand dismissively. “Fine. You win.”
“I don’t know if that’s what I’d call it.”
“What’s more of a win than spending your whole night with me, hm?” She leaned against him, batting her eyelashes for extra dramatic effect.
“Mhm,” he hummed as he shook his head at her. Resting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around so that she was facing the direction that would take them both to the door of the club. “Let’s get you home.”
The two of them made their way through the clusters of people who were still on the dance floor, the stragglers who were just getting to the club. Opie was walking behind Chris, but she was still reaching back, keeping one of her hands tucked in his so that they didn’t get separated by any of the pushy people who’d had far too much to drink.
The same bouncer who had been there on their way in was still there on their way out, but he was too busy getting into it with someone who had gotten far more drunk than either Opie or Chris for her to be able to say any kind of goodbye on their way out. Chris hardly noticed the whole scene that was unfolding just outside the door of the club, but Opie watched as they walked by, unable to wipe the amused expression off of his face. It was nice to go somewhere and not be the person getting in trouble, or being the best friend of the person getting in trouble.
It felt eerily quiet in the parking lot after spending the last few hours in the deafening noise of the club. When Chris laughed as they walked towards Opie’s bike, it sounded so much louder than it actually was with the absence of all the background noise that they’d previously been drowning in. He noticed that she let go of his hand once her feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot. He couldn’t stop the frown that appeared on his face the second her hand fell back to her own side.
When she got over to his bike, Chris stopped and turned around so that she was facing Opie. There was still a warm glow to her cheeks as she stood there waiting for Opie. He left a bit of a gap between them, more than he’d been able to in the club because of all the people. Needing some breathing space after being packed like sardines inside would’ve been the reason that he gave if anyone had asked him why he was standing farther away than normal. The real reason, though, was that despite having all the room in the world to put between them, there was something in his head that was telling him to stay that close to her, a part of his brain that hadn’t ever spoken up in the past. He didn’t have the time to try and figure out why things felt so different now.
Despite the effort to leave a gap between them, Chris closed the distance so that she was right in front of Opie, head tilted back so she could look up at him. “Where to next?”
“What, you don’t have more planned?” he replied with a chuckle.
“I mean,” she laughed with a roll of her eyes, “I’m sure I could some up with something.” She took a small step back towards his bike. “Or you could just bring me home.”
“You’re gonna try to sneak past Gemma when you’re like this?”
“Oh, fuck no,” Chris said, shaking her head and laughing. She pointed at him. “I’m crashing at your place.”
He sighed. “Chris.”
“Come on, don’t make me face Gemma like this. Because then,” she leaned back against his bike, “I’m gonna have to throw you under the bus too.”
Reaching past her, Opie grabbed her helmet off the bike and set it into her hands. “Put your damn helmet on.” He tried to sound annoyed as he said it, but Chris knew better, as evidenced by the grin on her face as she pulled her helmet on and climbed onto the back of the bike behind him.
Chris’s arms were looped tight around Opie’s waist as they peeled out of the parking lot and onto the street. She was giving him directions to get back home as she kept herself velcroed to him. Despite the fact that the air had cooled considerably in the time that they’d been inside, and that the wind was whipping past them while they rode, Opie couldn’t help but feel all of the warmth that was seeping from Chris’s body into his. His entire back and where her arms were looped snugly around his torso all felt warm even with the chill around them. He fought to stay focused on the road and her directions as his mind tried to wander.
Soon enough, they were back in familiar territory and Opie was bringing them back to the apartment that he shared with Jax. Chris didn’t come over and visit often, mostly because things seemed to be better with her and Jax if they were only around each other in small doses. But he wasn’t going to be back with the club until late the next day, if not the day after that, so it wasn’t like he’d be able to give Chris or Opie any grief about her staying there.
As soon as Opie unlocked and opened the door, Chris strode into the apartment, looking around as Opie flipped on the lights. Nothing had really changed since the last time she’d visited—it wasn’t as though Opie and Jax were all that into decorating and interior design. Still, even though nothing had changed, now it was just Chris and Opie, and Chris was just drunk enough to be in the mood to make fun of their place.
“The infamous Bachelor Pad,” Chris said with a laugh as she kicked off her shoes. She turned to look at Opie as she shrugged off her coat. “Surprised I didn’t burst into flames when I walked through the door.”
Opie rolled his eyes. “Don’t talk like you’ve never been here before.”
“Yea, but,” she laughed as she flopped back onto the sofa in their living room, “I don’t know, it’s different.”
He walked over so he was standing beside the couch looking down at her. “It’s really not.” He held out his hand. “Come on.”
She allowed him to pull her up off the couch, managing not to topple into him once she was upright. Without another word, he started to walk towards his room and even though he didn’t tell her to, she followed him. He walked into his bedroom before her, turning on the light as he did.
Chris lingered in the doorway for a moment and looked around at the mostly-empty space. He had a dresser, and a bed, and a beat-up nightstand she was fairly certain he must’ve picked up for free on the side of the road at some point. The top of the nightstand was cluttered with almost-empty water bottles and empty bags of chips. The walls had a few different motorcycle posters tacked to them, but not much else. It was exactly what Chris pictured his room looking like—a slightly nicer version of the dorms at the clubhouse.
She walked in and sat down on the edge of Opie’s bed, watching him as he went over and opened the drawer of his dresser. He pawed around in it for a few seconds before pulling out an old t-shirt of his and tossing it to her without warning. He laughed as she floundered to catch it at the last second.
“You can crash in here,” he said as he grabbed a change of clothes for himself. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She shook her head as she stood back up. “No, stop. Come on, you can sleep in your own bed, Ope. It’s fine.”
“Gonna go wreck Jax’s room?” he asked with a laugh.
She smiled and shook her head. “That does sound like a good idea. But no.” She turned and looked at his bed. “This shit is big enough for two.”
“Yea, but—”
“Don’t be weird,” was all she said to him as she walked out of the room and to the bathroom to change.
When she came back into the room, Opie had changed and was sitting on one side of the bed. He glanced over the second he heard her in the doorway. A small, warm smile crossed over his face as he looked at her. She was wearing his t-shirt and had clearly gone into Jax’s room and stolen a pair of his shorts. Nothing fit her quite right and her hair was a mess but Opie suddenly couldn’t stop watching her with a smile on his face.
Walking over to the side of the bed that Opie wasn’t sitting on, Chris peeled the covers back and laid down on the mattress, immediately pulling the blanket up to her chin. She rolled onto her side so that she was looking at Opie. There was a tiredness in her eyes that hadn’t been there all night, but she was still smiling.
“Thank you for tonight, by the way,” she said quietly as she tried to fight back a yawn.
Opie nodded, watching as she fought the urge to close her eyes. “No problem.”
“I promise,” she rolled so that she was facing away from him as she got more comfortable, “I won’t tell the guys that you actually had a good time dancing.”
He let out a quiet laugh. “Appreciate it.”
It was only a matter of a couple minutes until Chris was fast asleep, the sound of her breathing unmistakably soft and even. Opie hadn’t even gotten up to turn the light off yet and she was comfortably passed out on the opposite side of the mattress from him. Opie turned and looked over at her for a moment. Her back was still to him, but she looked so small curled up and buried underneath his comforter. In direct opposition to Chris’s calm, steady breathing, Opie could feel his heart starting to beat faster in his chest.
Shaking his head at himself, he got up from his bed and went over to shut off the light. He knew it probably wouldn’t make any different, wouldn’t quiet his mind at all, but he still hoped. Once the room was cast back into darkness, he carefully stepped his way back over to the bed and slipped underneath the covers as well.
Laying on his back, he stared up at his ceiling, eyes open even in the dark. The entire night played over again in his head. Part of him enjoyed it, thinking back on everything that had happened, how good and how easy it all felt. There was something different about the closeness, and while in the moment it had felt comfortable, or even right, now the thought of it was sending him into a complete spiral. He wondered if any of it meant anything—Chris inviting him in the first place, how comfortably she kept herself so close to him, the fact that when he wasn’t overthinking every single thing he was saying and doing he was actually having one of the best nights he’d had in a long time. He wondered if it was going to change anything. He wondered if there was really any reason for things to change. Or maybe he was reading it all completely wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.
But something was definitely different now.
Turning his head, he strained his eyes to try and make out Chris’s sleeping form in the dark. He could still hear the level sound of her breathing. Clearly everything that had happened hadn’t affected her that much. If something had changed, it must’ve been him.
He turned his head so that he was looking back up at the ceiling. He was just beginning to force his eyes closed when Chris turned in her sleep. She shifted around a little on the mattress, her legs brushing against Opie’s for a moment as she got situated in her sleep. Opie felt like he was frozen in place until she stopped moving. Even when she was sleeping happily on the other side of the mattress from him, he still had to force himself to relax, and try not to think about the gap between them.
#soa#sons of anarchy#soa imagine#sons of anarchy fanfiction#sons of anarchy imagine#opie winston#opie winston x oc#oc christine teller#oc chris teller#oc chris#my writing#fanfiction#drabblesmc
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What fics are you working on at the moment?
okay quite a few... some will be out sooner than others so i'll write them in order of roughly what's to come soonest and what is probably gonna take me longer to work on...
Pregnant (Neil Lewis x Reader) (smutty fic with pregnant gf!reader and neil lewis prettyy much) (This'll be coming out fairly soon!!)
Kilby Girl (Cillian Murphy x Reader) (smutty, ANGSTY, sort of kidnapping!au where Cillian is obsessed with the reader... anyway... that'll be coming out soon hopefully but this one I'm a little unsure of how soon)
Sex Bomb (Cillian Murphy x Reader) (SMUTTY, long, confusing, yes jackson rippner is in it, yes jonathan crane is in it, yes thomas shelby is in it, yes robert fischer is in it, yes neil lewis is in it, and yes even robert j oppenheimer is in it (obvi cillian's oppie). I'm not going to elaborate on what that means.)
Fade Into You (Tommy Shelby x Reader) (ANGSTYYYYYY, SMUTTY, long lost love sort of trope with Tommy Shelby... you guys aren't ready lol)
I'm sorry I literally like have been drier than the sahara desert for this passed month or so
I've been going through a lot lately and also suffering writer's block
and that's not a great combination lol
anyway
yaaaayyyy but i'm also focusing on seeing what other people have to say and trying to write shorter little blurb type things!
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I would like to order 📜&🎹
Congratulations againn!!!
thank youuu!!! its good to see you in my notes and im sorry you havent seen me in yours lately
times change i guess (sara is nice? to me idk what to do we need to catch up on that)
okay okay now
📜: plitak potok
OKAY NO IM KIDDING SORRY BUT IT WAS FUNNY (also are you writing chemistry tommorow or is just my class suffering )
okey uhhh
'i knew he didnt love me but i loved him anyway'
oh fuck thats about me ( i may or may not slipped a note in russian in his backpack but shh)
anyways
'aut viam inveniam aut faciam'
yeah thats you coded
🎹: * summons july *
kilby girl by the backseat lovers
yeah
self explainatory
okay
i have to go study chem now
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° TASK 003.
an incomplete, non-comprehensive playlist
for maximilien bourbon, prince of france.
songs featured, with notable lyrics:
*. * · 01. help by blackbear. ┊ " what's up, bear? i've been worried about you lately, man. i was looking at some of your pictures, and you was lookin' a little crazy, man. your eyes was hazy, man, and it's cool to have fun ... but maybe think, for just once: how your girl would feel if she lost her baby, man. "
*. * · 02. pleaser by wallows. ┊ " for sake of conversation, could you read the writings on my sleeve? 'cause that's the best you're gonna get, so maybe i had better leave. "
*. * · 03. kilby girl by the backseat lovers. ┊ " feels like a night to carry a tune, and i've been carrying yours since you wrecked my room. "
*. * · 04. somebody else by the 1975. ┊ " get someone you love? get someone you need? fuck that, get money! i can't give you my soul, 'cause we're never alone. "
*. * · 05. the adults are talking by the strokes. ┊ " same shit, a different lie. i'll get it right sometime — but maybe not tonight. "
*. * · 06. best tears by the happy fits. ┊ " have some reserves, kid — don't waste potential, try your best! just like your father did. "
*. * · 07. OK by wallows. ┊ " but i tend to panic if i can't reach out and grab it — i need to get out all these bad habits. "
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° click here to listen to the full playlist.
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hey sky 😏 i’m here to send a matchup request!
i’m 5’8, i have blue eyes and blonde hair. i have glasses and braces too. i’m an esfj and i’m an elementary education major! i love listening to music and writing. i can be kind of shy when you first meet me but i’m very bubbly when you talk to me after a while. i love horror movies and tacos a lot 😭.
i think that’s it?? thank you again babes ily 🥹🤍
SUMMER MY LOVE ❤️
I match you with Shikamaru Nara 🤭 surprise surprise
-no literally, I ship you with him so badly. Like I debated between him and Sasuke but in the end I chose Shikamaru🤭
-like when you first met him, I know you were shy and when I think of u I think of the Beach so I truly feel like you’d meet Shikamaru at school.
-like you’re both in a common class (even tho I know Shikamaru would be a polisci or some hard ass major) you both would bond over your love of music (sending each other songs of the day I see it) 🥹
-eventually he asks you out on a date after class and the rest is HISTORY
-I imagine you both watching the clouds from a balcony while you write and he just lays there, one of your playlists in the background very romantic. 🥹
-he’s very affectionate in private, but he does get jealous and won’t hesitate to let everyone know you’re his (especially at parties he won’t leave your side except to go smoke STONER SHIKAMARU) 🤭and supports everything you do, although he won’t outwardly read your work he’d be the type to want to hear your ideas and marvel at how creative you are. (Although outwardly he’d have that bored look on his face where you can only tell he’s listening by the look in his eyes)
-I can imagine him FaceTiming you at the end of the a rough day for him and all he wants to do is just sit there listening to you talk about your day absolutely love stricken. He may act like he doesn’t care, but he loves to hear you talk. He could and does listen to you talk for hours, with that little small smirk on his face. It cheers him up and makes him feel better knowing that he’s not alone, and listening to you makes him forget about his other problems 🥹
-summer this man would love to take you out, he’d take you on picnics, your favorite restaurant, wherever you wanna go he will TAKE YOU.
-he’d save all of your audio messages.
-I ship you guys so badly 🥹
FOR SONGS:
Kilby Girl - The Backseat Lovers
Treehouse - Alex G
The Less I Know The Better - Tame Impala
Jackie and Wilson - Hoizer
You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood
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Kiara Carrera’s Playlist
listen here
Normal Girl
wish I was the type of girl that you take over to mama, the type of girl i know my daddy he'd be proud of
Meet Me At Our Spot
when we take a drive, maybe we can hit the 405, hypnotized by the lights, man this must be the life
Kilby Girl
i overheard that she was nineteen, she's got a fake id and a nose ring, those kind of girls tend to know things
Feel Something
and it's not fair, i keep on writing a sequel to stories, i know that are not there, i don't wanna die but i don't wanna live like this, i just wanna feel something
jealousy, jealousy
comparison is killing me slowly, i think i think too much, about kids who don't know me
Little Surfer Girl
i have watched you on the shore, standing by the ocean's roar, do you love me do you surfer girl
Wouldn’t It Be Nice
wouldn't it be nice if we were older, then we wouldn't have to wait so long, and wouldn't it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong
Put Your Records On
sapphire and faded jeans, i hope you get your dreams, just go ahead let your hair down, you're gonna find yourself somewhere somehow
Prom Queen
maybe i should try harder, you should lower your expectations, i'm no quick-curl barbie, i was never cut out for prom queen
Are You Bored Yet?
when we get old, will we regret this, too young to think about all that shit, and stalling only goes so far when you've got a head start
She’s So Gone
you won't find her around, you can look but you won't see, the girl i used to be, cause she, she's so gone
Long Live
long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, i was screaming long live all the magic we made, and bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered
fuck, i luv my friends
fuck, i love my friends, without them i'd be dead, i know they're the only ones who'll love me 'til the end, we're all such a mess, lonely and depressed, been so long and i can't wait to see them all again
#kiara carrera#kie carrera#Kiara carrera playlist#obx#outer banks#obx4#obx playlist#outer banks playlist#character playlist#starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies
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The homosexual urge to write a Leatin fic based entirely off Fatin listening to Kilby Girl by The Backseat Lovers and thinking of Leah no island just vibes
#but also it could literally be reversed Leah listening 2 it#all i think abt is these gay mfs#leatin#the wilds#fatin jadmani#leah rilke#the backseat lovers#my posts
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Astra Kilby is the most sought after musician beyond Metropolis West. When she's not playing yet another show, he's patrolling the outposts with the Ultras, a rebel group dedicated to stopping the Correctors from taking over. Audition day has come up for her and Katz Delany's new band, and it's time for them to find a new sound--and a new name for themselves.
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