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“Magpies are closely related to Crows.”
Dee Henley hand-picked her girls from the streets of California, giving them all the one thing they needed the most: a family. All she asked for in return was their undying loyalty. When they're forced to relocate to the town of Charming, their survival depends on an alliance with a notorious M.C., forcing the girls to adapt to new challenges, and new allies.
“Magpies are closely related to crows.”
Dee Henley hand-picked her girls from the streets of California, giving them all the one thing they needed the most: a family. All she asked for in return was their undying loyalty. When they're forced to relocate to the town of Charming, their survival depends on an alliance with a notorious M.C., forcing the girls to adapt to new challenges, and new allies.
“There,” You spoke to yourself as you hung the last of the glittering bells at the window.
You’d spent hours turning the house into Santa’s grotto, and you stepped back into the middle of the room to admire your efforts.
“You forgot something,” You heard Tig’s mischievous drawl from the doorway, and you rolled your eyes before turning.
That tone of voice meant he was up to his tricks, and usually nothing could prepare you for whatever plan he’d concocted...
As you turned to address him, you were met with a picture that only served to prove your point: Your old man, stark naked, wearing nothing but a Santa hat and holding mistletoe over his crotch, doing a poor job of covering it indeed, with the tiny sprig he’d picked out.
Still, you couldn’t force down the smirk that formed on your lips at the sight of him, which he returned with a toothy grin.
“You know the rules, baby.” He continued with raised brows, his head tilting down to the seasonal plant, “You better come give daddy a kiss.”
You chuckled out loud this time, but your feet were already closing the space between the two of you.
“And if I refuse?” You questioned, though you knew yourself that was an unlikely situation.
Tig gave you a reprimanding look, his blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction at your playing along.
“Then Santa’s gonna put you on the naughty list,” He mocked, widening his eyes, “Wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
You bit your lip, your eyes filled with the same lustful spark as his.
“Uh-uh.” You answered, sinking to your knees before him.
“There’s a good girl,” He spoke softly, tossing aside the mistletoe and bringing his hand back to stroke your cheek, his blue eyes fixed on you as you got to work securing your place on the nice list.
“Magpies are closely related to crows.”
Dee Henley hand-picked her girls from the streets of California, giving them all the one thing they needed the most: a family. All she asked for in return was their undying loyalty. When they're forced to relocate to the town of Charming, their survival depends on an alliance with a notorious M.C., forcing the girls to adapt to new challenges, and new allies.
(FF.net won’t let me log on rn but I will post on there too as soon as I’m able)
“Magpies are closely related to crows.”
Dee Henley hand-picked her girls from the streets of California, giving them all the one thing they needed the most: a family. All she asked for in return was their undying loyalty. When they're forced to relocate to the town of Charming, their survival depends on an alliance with a notorious M.C., forcing the girls to adapt to new challenges, and new allies.
NAME: Brydie Henley
NICKNAME: Dee
AGE: 35
TITLE: President
BIRTH DATE: 08th November 1981
HEIGHT: 5’7”
WARDROBE: Tight leather jeans or leggings, cut up vests or lace shirts, combat boots, leather jackets.
NAME: Chelsea Manners
NICKNAME: Mona
AGE: 23
TITLE: Vice-President.
BIRTH DATE: 28th September 1993
HEIGHT: 5’3”
WARDROBE: All black & grey, jeans, combat boots, leather jackets, vests & crop tops.
NAME: Ivy Chase
NICKNAME: Bandit
AGE: 28
TITLE: Lieutenant
BIRTH DATE: 14th August, 1988
HEIGHT: 5’4”
WARDROBE: Hip-Hop Style.
NAME: Natalia Dempsey
NICKNAME: Tal
AGE: 31
TITLE: Secretary
BIRTH DATE: 13th September, 1985
HEIGHT: 5’5”
WARDROBE: Casual style, t-shirt & jeans, mostly.
NAME: Marni Rosseau
NICKNAME: Rocco
AGE: 26
TITLE: Corporal
BIRTH DATE: 5th May, 1990
HEIGHT: 5’4”
WARDROBE: Casual, t-shirts, vests, leggings, jeans, boots.
NAME: Amber Cooper
NICKNAME: Beau
AGE: 23
TITLE: Outside Relations
BIRTH DATE: 20 October, 1993
HEIGHT: 5’7”
WARDROBE: Girly, dresses, tight clothing, modern, chic.
NAME: Hannah Vitto
NICKNAME: Taz
AGE: 26
TITLE: Weapons Expert
BIRTH DATE: 3rd November, 1990
HEIGHT: 5’8”
WARDROBE: Grungy, ripped up clothing, big gothic boots, all black.
NAME: Michaela Tristan
NICKNAME: Mykie
AGE: 22
TITLE: Private
BIRTH DATE: 22nd June, 1994
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WARDROBE: Gym/workout clothes.
NAME: Jennifer Dwyer
NICKNAME: Ringo
AGE: 29
TITLE: Member
BIRTH DATE: 14th March, 1987
HEIGHT: 5’8”
WARDROBE: Rock n’ roll.
NAME: Dahlia Carson
NICKNAME: Jekyll
AGE: 20
TITLE: Member
BIRTH DATE: 27th May, 1996
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WARDROBE: Grunge
NAME: Hazel Carson
NICKNAME: Hyde
AGE: 20
TITLE: Member
BIRTH DATE: 27th May, 1996
HEIGHT: 5’8”
WARDROBE: Soft Grunge
NAME: Olivia Garry
NICKNAME: Trip
AGE: 19
TITLE: Cadet
BIRTH DATE: 16th April, 1997
HEIGHT: 5’2”
WARDROBE: Modern hip-hop, streetwear.
NAME: Chloe Lincoln
NICKNAME: Chopper
AGE: 17
TITLE: Cadet
BIRTH DATE: 11th January, 1999
HEIGHT: 5’5”
WARDROBE: Casual, flannels, jeans, boots.
Hi I was wondering if you could put a post together with more info on the devils magpies, the girls individual bios and personalities and maybe some pictures? Can’t wait for more chapters, your a wonderful writer.
Omg I have not been on here for so so long! That is definitely something I can work on, but it might take me a while, so I hope you won’t mind bearing with me for a moment! Thank you so much! ❤️
"Magpies are closely related to Crows."
Dee Henley hand-picked her girls from the streets of California, giving them all the one thing they needed the most: a family. All she asked for in return was their undying loyalty. When they're forced to relocate to the town of Charming, their survival depends on an alliance with a notorious M.C., forcing the girls to adapt to new challenges, and new allies.
Chapter 2 is finally posted! Thanks for bearing with me!
Just another quick reminder: I rarely check inboxes/asks/notifications on here (in hindsight, I should have made this a side blog but I’m an idiot lol) please send requests to my main,
And I will try to get them written ASAP.
Unfortunately, commitments irl mean things take me a while nowadays, so bear with me and I’ll try to get all requests done as soon as I can!
Thanks for being patient with me! 😭❤️
"Magpies are closely related to Crows."
Dee Henley hand-picked her girls from the streets of California, giving them all the one thing they needed the most: a family. All she asked for in return was their undying loyalty. When they're forced to relocate to the town of Charming, their survival depends on an alliance with a notorious M.C., forcing the girls to adapt to new challenges, and new allies.
Ok so my 12 days of Christmas SOA imagines has pretty much gone to shit (sorry for anyone who was interested)
I will still write them but probably won’t have them all posted before Christmas
Just a heads up, the 12 days of Christmas series might run over, sorry everyone!
You looked up from the gift you were wrapping as Chibs let out a frustrated groan for the fourth time since you’d both started.
“You ok over there?” You teased, watching as he scowled at the paper that wasn’t folding correctly.
“I’m no good at this, love.” He told you, unwrapping the gift and trying again to fold the paper, which still bent the wrong way, causing Chibs to huff in irritation.
“Come here.” You sighed after a moment of giggling at his effort.
You reached over, taking the gift and paper from him, quickly folding it neatly and nodding your head as you held the paper down, motioning for him to tape it in place.
Chibs shook his head, annoyed that you’d managed to fold it perfectly the first try.
“How do ya do that?” He wondered aloud, standing from his seat at the table.
You shrugged, finishing up the gift he’d been wrapping and returning to your own.
“Practice, I guess.” You answered, which earned a nod from Chibs. He moved to the kitchen, disappearing for a minute before returning with a couple glasses of whiskey.
“Well,” He said, sitting down again and pushing one glass along the table toward you, taking a sip from the other, “I’ll leave ya to it, then.”
You chuckled as he admitted defeat. “You lasted longer than I thought you would.” You confessed, not having expected him to carry on for so long.
( so obvi I didn’t find any snowy gifs, let’s pretend)
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“Watch out!” You yelled, pointing past Tig as Quinn hurled a snowball his way.
Tig dodged, the ball of snow whistling past his head and crashing into the garage door.
“Ha! Missed me, asshole!” Tig yelled, launching a snowball of his own, hitting Quinn square in the face.
The larger biker loved the snow, though, so he just laughed and brushed it off, turning to hurl another snowball Chibs’ way.
“Argh! Ya bastard!” Chibs yelled out with a chuckle, his smile accentuating his dimples.
You laughed out loud as a ball of snow hit you, the ice slipping down your back and freezing you.
That’s when you got an idea, and you called Tig and Chibs over, motioning for Quinn and Rat as well, even though they weren’t on your team.
“We gotta get Hap.” You told the guys, already planning your assault on the only member who wasn’t part of the snowball fight. “He won’t know what’s hit him!” You added with a giggle.
The guys all agreed to go along with your plan, provided you took the whole blame when Happy inevitably blew up at you all.
About an hour later, Happy came riding in, the only one who’d actually managed to get his bike through the snow, though it was the slowest you’d ever seen him ride.
You all crouched behind the cars in the lot, watching as he dismounted and looked around confusedly, obviously wondering where everyone was.
“Now!” Tig yelled, and you all let loose, pelting the angry, tattooed man with snowballs and laughing your asses off at the thunderous expression on his face.
You kept the phone to your ear even after Tig hung up, pretending to talk so that your follower would think you were still on a call.
You weren’t sure how long it would be before he decided that waiting wasn’t fun anymore, though, and you felt yourself willing the biker to hurry up.
The thought of getting on the back of a Son’s bike had your stomach doing backflips; you’d heard all the gossip. But what choice did you have, right?
After a few more minutes, you heard the familiar roar of a Harley engine and you let out a breath of relief, finally putting the phone down, though you didn’t unlock the door to the booth until the curly-haired biker pulled up.
You recognised him now that you saw his face, though you’d never known his name.
“Hi,” You greeted him a little nervously, your gaze flickering back to the guy who’d been following you. He was brave, you had to give him credit for not scarpering at the sight of the reaper.
“Hey, Doll,” Tig answered, his own gaze following yours. You were sure he was taking a mental note of the guy’s appearance, probably just to be on the lookout. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He added, turning his attention back to you with a warm smile.
“Thank you,” You told him, still nervous but relaxing slightly now that he was here and seeming to be nice to you.
“Anytime, (Y/N),” Tig answered, watching the guy as he finally slinked off into the shadows. He kept his eyes on the spot where your stalker had been standing while you got situated on the back of his bike, a grin spreading across his face as he looked back at you before revving the engine.
“I love a damsel in distress.” He commented lowly and you wrapped your arms around his waist to hold on as the bike tore off down the street, heading for your home.
You ran your hands through your hair, exasperated. You weren’t sure how many more times you could go through this.
You weren’t exactly Happy’s ‘old lady’, but you’d been together on and off long enough to know that you could handle it when shit got bad, something he didn’t seem to think you could do.
“Hap, we’re good right now,” you told him with a sigh, watching him carefully as he toyed with his keys, ready to leave you yet again, “for once in your life can you just not mess this up?” You begged, wishing things were simpler between you, wishing he could just understand that you could stick by him.
“I’m trying to protect you, (Y/N).” He explained for the fifth time, his tone a little irritated now. Usually you didn’t argue so much, just had a small bust up but inevitably let him walk out the door, knowing you’d probably be back together before long.
But this time you’d had enough, you weren’t going to keep doing this over and over again anymore.
“That’s exactly the problem.” You fired back, your face twisting into a scowl. “You can’t protect me by leaving me alone, Hap.” You took a step toward him, reaching out to take his hand.
He seemed to snap out of his own head at your touch, though, and he pulled his hand out of yours, taking a step back and causing you to let out a frustrated groan.
“Don’t do that.” You begged, following his step with another of your own, “Don’t push me away!”
You felt the sting of tears in your eyes, watching his eyes as if you could see his mind working out the pros and cons, debating whether to stay or go.
Eventually, he got to a conclusion, and shook his head, his eyes glazing over, his features blank. He didn’t even have to say anything for you to realise he’d decided to go, yet again.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He told you, though there was no emotion in his voice.
Your tears finally fell, and you’d made a decision too, despite the heartbreak you’d inevitably cause yourself.
“Then don’t come back.” You told him, though your words weren’t quite as monotonous as his. He could hear how much he’d hurt you in your words, and you watched his resolve falter for a half second before he nodded, turning to walk out the door.
((It’s only short, but here is the requested pt.2 of Wrong Door))
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The next morning, you just about managed to drag yourself out of bed, heading downstairs to smoke since your landlord didn’t like you smoking in the apartment.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t a lucky day for you, though, and you bumped smack bang into Happy as you rubbed your head, the hangover in full effect.
“Sorry...” You mumbled, peering up sheepishly at him as he smirked down at you, rolling a toothpick between his teeth.
“For bumping into me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you, “or for trying to break into my apartment last night?”
You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You had been known to do stupid stuff while you were drunk, but you’d never done that.
“Both, I guess.” You muttered, glad he wasn’t too mad about it.
He chuckled at your red cheeks, loving embarrassing you.
“Hey, if you wanna share a bed with me, all you gotta do is ask.” He joked, throwing an arm around your shoulder as he guided you toward the stairs, partly to embarrass you more but mostly to make sure you didn’t tumble down them.
“Shut up.” You whined back, tucking yourself into his side a little to hide your face, which was now a bright shade of red.
You felt his chest rumble as he laughed out loud at you, helping you stay steady on the stairs.
