“The fuck you mean they took him?!” You yelled. “I just saw him.” “(y/n), calm down.” Jax said patiently. “Dont tell me to fucking calm down! Tele where the fuck Ope is!” “(y/n).” Chibs warned. You glanced at him and your rage subsided. A sigh left your lips and you ran your hands through your hair. “Im sorry, Jax.” You said quietly. He nodded slowly before speaking again. “Opie came after you. He wanted to talk to you but the Chinese stopped him and took him. Prospect saw them drag him into their van.” Your body trembled and you ran your hands through your hair again. “So where is he?” You demanded. Jax sighed and shook his head. “I dont know, (y/n). But we will find him. I promise.” You nodded. “Wh-what about the kids? Should I go get them from school?” You asked. Jax and Chibs exchanged a look before Jax turned back to you. “Nah. Pick them up after school like normal and bring them to the clubhouse. Don’t leave unless you have someone with you.” You nodded slowly and he turned to Chibs. “Take her back to the clubhouse then meet us at Laroys.” Chibs nodded and they slapped each others shoulders before turning towards their bikes. You walked with Chibs and he passed you the helmet once more. You lifted it to your head and watched as they other members rode out of the driveway and down the street. “Ye alright lass?” Chibs asked you. You nodded swung your leg over the bike behind him, your arms wrapping around his waist. “We’ll find him.” He said and squeezed your knee gently and brought the bike to life.
You sat with Gemma at the bar as you watched Kenny and Ellie do their homework on the table in the clubhouse. The boys were in Church, trying to figure out where the Chinese were holding Opie and how they were gonna get him back. The kids didn’t know he was missing, you had decided not to tell them yet. There was no point worrying them when they already had so much going on. Gemma made small talk with you and you answered her questions, but you weren’t really there. You had always been close with Opie. He was the only family member you had that wasn’t completely insane. You couldn’t lose him. Those kids couldn’t lose him. You fidgeted with your fingers, praying silently that wherever he was, he would be alright. He had to be alright. The doors opened and you turned as the club filed out of Church. The kids didn’t look up and you met Chibs’ eye as he crossed the room. “You boys heading out?” Gemma asked. Jax nodded and slid his gloves onto his hands. You and Chibs watched each other closely and Jax gestured for them to head out. You stood and Chibs wrapped his arms around you tightly. His scent filled your lungs and you soaked in his touch. He looked into your eyes once more as he pulled away. “Be careful.” You whispered. Chibs nodded and followed the rest of the club outside. Gemma wrapped her arm around your shoulder and you sunk into her, as you both stood and watched the boys walk out of the clubhouse.
Chibs walked back into the clubhouse and ran his hand through his hair. They hadn’t found Opie. They still had no leads. And the thought of disappointing you was killing him. The rest of the club sat around the bar and drank. Jax offered him a beer but he shook his head. He just wanted to shower, and to sleep. The hallway was quiet as he walked through it and he assumed you would stay in Opies room. He longed to have you in his arms but you both knew now probably wasn’t the right time. Neither of you could deny the chemistry between you, and the others were beginning to notice. He knew they wouldn’t care. Of course, Opie wouldn’t be pleased but they all knew if she was going to be with anyone it was better it was Chibs and not one of the other members. Chibs would look after her. He sighed as he opened his door and saw the empty bed, and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed that you weren’t in his bed after all. He walked to the bathroom and turned it onto hot. His clothes fell to the floor and he ran a hand through his hair. What was it about you? No matter what he did, he couldn’t get the thought of you out of his mind. Your voice, as pure and sweet as if from heaven echoed through his ears and no matter how loud he had the music, you were always louder. Your eyes burnt through him and he felt so vulnerable with you, like all his demons and the scars from his pasts were open on the table. He sighed and stepped under the stream of water, letting it soak into his skin.
You tossed in the bed. It smelt like Opie and you couldn’t sleep. His scent filled your lungs and you felt sick with guilt. Of course, you were worried about your cousin. All you wanted was to have him back, safe and sound. But that wasn’t why you felt so guilty. No, guilt filled you because you should be sick with worry for him, but all you could think about was Chibs. You weren’t sure why he seemed to have such a hold of you, but when you were around him you just couldn’t resist him. He was wise beyond his years, and he emitted a sort of danger and mystery. You wanted to know everything about him. You wanted to know the story behind his scars, the story behind the pain in his eyes. You sighed and threw back the covers and hopped out of bed. You were wearing only your panties and you lifted one of Opes SAMCRO t-shirts off the ground and slid it over your body. Your footsteps were light as you walked across the room. Gemma had put the kids to sleep in an empty dorm and you didn’t want them to wake up. Quietly, you opened the door and slid into the hallway. The sound of distant talking made you lift your head. They must be back. You moved silently down the hall and it was only once you’d passed Chibs door that you stopped. You could hear the shower running inside and you gulped as the thought of him played through your mind. Minutes passed and you leant against the wall silently, listening to the sound of the shower running. Eventually the shower stopped but you still didn’t move. You could hear him moving through his room and you took a deep breath before turning and opening the door slowly. Chibs looked up, standing only in a towel, and he watched as you entered the room and closed the door behind him.
“What are you doing, lass.” He said quietly. You moved forwards, your eyes burning into his with lust and desire. “I couldn’t sleep.” You whispered. Water slid down his body and you licked your lips as you studied him. Soft footsteps carried you forwards and you stood before him. The t-shirt hung loosely around you and you looked beautiful, your hair ruffled around you and sleepy eyes. “(y/n),” Chibs whispered. You held a finger to his lips, shushing him. “Dont talk.” You whispered. You licked your lips and lifted the t-shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor. You stood before him, wearing only your lacy black panties. Chibs gulped as his eyes ran over your body and his erection grew beneath his towel. Your finger was still on his lips and you traced it along them softly. His eyes met yours once more and you smiled softly before you stepped closer and reached up. His hands wrapped around you desperately and his lips pressed against yours. His towel fell to the ground and he lifted your body up and pinned it against the wall. A moan escaped your lips as he kissed you roughly and his body pressed against you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands due into your hips, and you knew you would have bruises in the morning. Impatient lips devoured the skin on your neck and you clawed your nails down his back as he pushed his body against you, creating friction you so desperately craved. You moaned softly again as he pushed his hips forward and your hands lifted his head from your neck and you pressed your lips against his once more. He kissed you back hungrily as your hands held him to you. “Fuck me, Chibs.” You whispered against his lips. Chibs growled and pulled you away from the wall and crossed the room. He lay your body on the bed and kissed your lips roughly and hovered over you. He lowed his body and you wrapped your legs around him. You swung him over, rolling him onto his back and he gasped slightly as you knelt over him. His hands traced over the skin of your breast and you kissed down his neck hungrily. Your hand moved between your bodies and you found his large member. Licking your lips you pulled back and looked him in the eyes as you lowered yourself onto him, a moan escaping your lips as he filled you. Chibs groaned and held your hips firmly, his eyes roaming to your breasts. You rolled your hips back and forth and you moaned at the sensation of him inside of you. Passion filled your bones and his hands lifted your hips. Slowly he lifted himself into you and you gasped as his full length entered you. He repeated the movement and his thrusts blame faster as he filled you. Your hands rested either side of his face and your eyes were locked on his as he slid in and out of you. You bit your lip as he poured into you and you could feel your orgasm building. His eyes glanced to your breast that were bouncing with your body and he groaned as he felt himself nearing release. “Chibs!” You moaned loudly. He growled and pounded into you faster than before and you both found your release. You rode out your high as you both moaned and your juices flowed over him. His lips kissed yours and you held his face to yours as your bodies slowed. You rolled off of him and stared at the ceiling and you both caught your breath. His head turned to you and he studied your features, glistening with sweat. “You are so beautiful.” He said quietly. You rolled onto your side and looked at him, a smile on your face.
The next morning you sat with Gemma at the picnic table outside, a steaming cup of coffee in your hands. The boys were getting ready to go out once more. Juice thought he had a lead and they were heading out, all of them hopeful that they would return with Opie. Gemma wasn’t blind. She had seen the hickies all over your neck but for once she had kept her mouth shut. Your hair hung around your neck now, covering them from the rest of the club and you couldn’t help but smile when you thought about last night. “(y/n)?” You turned to see Ellie and Kenny standing behind you,schoolbags slung over their shoulders. “You ready?” You asked and they nodded. You gulped down the rest of your coffee before placing it on the table and standing. “C’mon.” You smiled to them. You ruffled Kennys hair as you walked to the car and he glared at you. You laughed loudly and from across the lot Gemma smiled as she watched you with the kids. Chibs walked out of the clubhouse and sat next to her on the picnic table. She smirked at him and he nudged her gently with his arm. “Shes a good kid.” Gemma said, as they watched you talking to the kids as they got into the car. Chibs nodded as he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. “Shes good for you, Chibby.” Chibs looked at her and she winked, and both of them smirked as they watched you pull out of the lot. It was a few hours later when you were cleaning the tables in the clubhouse when you heard the roar of motorcycles fill the lot. You put down your cloth and ran to the door. The bikes were lining up and the black van was parked to the side. Your heart was beating in your chest and you thought you were going to faint when you heard the van door slide open. And there he was, slightly beaten and bruised, but still the same Opie, home in one piece. You ran across the lot and threw yourself into his arms. He laughed loudly and lowered you onto the ground. “Easy, (y/n).” He smiled down at you. “Hey, what the fuck is on your neck?” Your hand instantly went to the hickies from last night and you blushed deeply. Laughter filled the air and Opie shook his head as he looked at you. “Seriously? I get taken and you decide to fuck my brother?” Your eyes went wide as you stared at your cousin and more laughter erupted behind you. You turned to see the boys all laughing, and Chibs looking sheepish. “You knew?” You asked. Opie laughed and ruffled your hair. “Please tell me you used protection. The last thing we need is a little scottish version of you running around.”
One night, out of the blue, Genji suggests a movie night.
A western movies night, which is almost a challenge for Jesse to dare to say no.
It’s a week night, and Blackwatch is gearing up for an extended mission in the outback. Jesse should’ve turned him down but Genji played his cards well, how the hell could he miss this?
So they burn through two different remakes of A Fistful of Dollars, the original The Good the Bad and the Ugly, and With the Dawn, which came out only a few years back but Genji’d completely missed it on account of being busy being miserable and probably killing his family. Jesse takes it as a duty and privilege of their friendship to make sure Genji sees it, and by the end Genji chatters excitedly about how well Glitchbot can act and the omnic should really be getting bigger billing.
It’s when Genji is getting ready to start up a fifth movie that Jesse stops him with a quiet tug to the scarf on the back of cyborg’s head.
“Compadre, it’s just about dawn here and I’m lifting off for an op in about six hours. You wanna tell me what’s on your mind before I go dark for three weeks?”
The cyborg stills, turns over his hololens, and lets out a nervous laugh. “Mm, you’ve got me.” Jesse knows, and waits. Genji continues. “Today is… ah. I guess to be dramatic, you could call it my death day.”
Jesse lifts his eyebrows, and scrubs a hand through his hair. He knew that, feels the information kick up dust somewhere in his noggin. May 6th, early morning. Recovered with fatal injuries from within the Shimada compound. But he’d forgotten the details, put it aside, neglected to drag it up again when he and Genji started getting close.
When Jesse responds with nothing more than a breathed curse, Genji continues, “I thought it would be fine. Usually I go to Hanamura, but…”
“Aw, hell.” Jesse digs out a cigarillo, gnaws on the end. “Well, I hope this wasn’t a bad way to spend it. Sorry I gotta haul off so soon.”
“No,” Genji assures. His nervous fingers flutter across the the gadget in his hands, but his voice stays light. “This was good. Thank you.”
Jesse nods, lights up his cigarillo and fishes for a way to nose around the topic. “What do you usually do back in Japan? Guessin’ it ain’t watching movies.”
A brief chuckle stirs out of the cyborg, he sets the hololens down on the table. “My brother,” Genji always gets careful when he mentions his brother. Slows down, like he’s double and triple checking every syllable. “He has a ceremony. Where we fought.”
“Ceremony?” Jesse puts a bare hint of the question into his voice. Invested, but only just.
“Yes.” Genji turns quieter, words clipped. “To mourn, I guess.”
Jesse takes a slow pull of smoke into his mouth, “Sounds like he ain’t forgotten you. You think he regrets it?”
Too direct, too leading. Genji stills, looking away, and for a moment Jesse is sure he pushed too far and Genji will bolt. But instead what happens is the cyborg relaxes back into the couch; a slow uncurling that puts his shoulder down against Jesse’s side. Dangerously close to slipping right into his lap.
Jesse takes the invitation and fits his palm to the back of Genji’s head, thumb playing over the point of a little ear spike.
“I can’t decide what I think,” he finally answers.
Jesse sighs, stretches, and puts his feet up on the table. “Wish I could tell ya, pardner. But I don’t know the guy.”
Genji says nothing, Jesse recognizes thinking silence when he hears it, and puffs away at his cigarillo until its nearly out.
As he’s leaning forward to bury the butt in an ash tray, Genji speaks.
“If I did want to bring him in… How would you do it?”
SHINee has only one of each/every outfit, so they’re washed immediately after SHINee are done wearing them (on stage).
Of the (30 trucks) they use during the tour, one of them is used for washing their stage outfits.
They carry sewing machines to fix outfits that rip. It was Taemin himself, who chose the outfit he wore when he
ripped his pants on stage. He selected it from a batch of outfits prepared for another occasion.
The white hat Taemin wore was chosen by the stylist.
Key is the fastest at changing (clothes), Taemin is the slowest.
Onew, Jonghyun and Key move timely but Taemin and Minho move at their own pace.
It seems like the staffs had a hard time cleaning up after the mess they made on Jonghyun’s birthday.
Even the floor (below the stage was dirty) because the pieces of cake fell between the gaps of the stage lift.
The OP experienced how it was like being lifted by the stage lift (3m). It goes much higher during the actual concert.
During rehearsals,the staffs tell the SHINee members to wait until the
stage gets lowered all the way,but they don’t listen and just jump off.
SHINee’s in-ear monitors are set up to catch the audiences’ voices. They have
microphones set up at the venue for picking up the crowds voices.
The OP asked why SHINee’s hair are styled differently-e.g.Jonghyun and Taemin have their hair up on some days, down on other days
The hairstyles are dependent on how the members feel on that day.
The other members knew that there was a birthday surprise planned for Jonghyun but they didn’t know there was a cake
prepared. The staffs hid it somewhere they wouldn’t see.
Once the concert starts, SHINee never goes back to the waiting room & waits at the changing area behind the stage.
So they can hear the encores. But some members are reluctant to move.
They start preparing for their tour, half a year before it begins. The setlist is decided by the director initially.
Through meetings and rehearsals, SHINee’s opinions (what they want in
and out of the setlist) gets Incorporated. So the setlist at their
very first rehearsal is different from the current setlist.
The staffs said they are currently in the middle of preparing the setlist for the Dome concert (incorporating
SHINee’s opinions), so please do look forward to it.