By the time Elliott got to the restaurant, Liam was waiting for him with an unbridled glare. Elliott half expected a slap in the face when Liam strode toward him - it had never happened before, even during their worst fights heading into the breakup, but Elliott wouldn’t have put it past him.
“You’re late, Chapman,” Liam snapped, though Elliott thought he saw a flicker of…something in his face. It might have been sympathy, but it disappeared so quickly that he could just as easily have imagined it. “What do you have to say for yourself, then?”
Elliott opened his mouth to reply, to tell him he was sick, he shouldn’t even be here to begin with when he wasn’t scheduled, but he didn’t have a chance to form so much as a syllable before his nose twitched. Liam was the last person he wanted to sneeze around, but he didn’t get a choice in the matter as he hastily twisted to the side.
“hh’EHGKTzISSH’u!” Wincing, he emerged from his forearm, trying to blink away the pounding ache that spiked in his temple. His throat burned, and he didn’t trust himself to speak without coughing.
Liam recoiled, and in his haze, Elliott couldn’t tell whether it was out of disgust or…other reasons. “Good lord, keep that to yourself, will you?”
Elliott scowled and cleared his raw throat. He tried to pretend the comment didn’t sting - he supposed he should’ve expected it. “Tryi’g. You’re the ode called mbe id. How lo’g ab I worki’g, adyway? You ndever said.”
Elliott knew he was pushing his luck, but Liam, for once, did not admonish him for his bristly tone. Instead he seemed to genuinely consider it. “Through the lunch rush, at least, and quite probably through dinner as well. I suppose I did say you could do half, inconvenient as it is…”
“Yes,” Liam said briskly. “We are short today, as I said. So I’ll need you as long as possible.”
Elliott stared, mouth hanging open. He wasn’t sure if it was the fever or the shock of Liam blatantly ignoring how ill he was that was muddling his head, but either way, he didn’t have enough time to sort out his thoughts before Liam spoke again.
“Get to work now, will you?” With that, Liam turned on his heel to wait his own tables, leaving Elliott standing, stunned and shivery, in the lobby. He wished more than anything that he could keep his sweatshirt on while he worked, but alas, he hung it on the hook in the coat room and clocked in before trudging to his section. He was freezing, and it made him cough each time the tremors tore through him.
As he rattled off the specials to the couple at his first table, he kept stumbling over the words, trying not to stammer or sniffle. In the end, he wasn’t sure how much they even heard through the thickness in his voice, and he didn’t care. He had to sneeze so badly that he barely scribbled down their orders and took their menus before he wheeled around and buried his face in his elbow.
“hh’GSsSH’mpf! hnh’nKGTZSHh! h-hh-hAH! AEGKJISsSHU!” Trying to hold them back did absolutely nothing but make the last of the triple harsher and wetter. He bit back a groan as he straightened, increasingly aware of how badly his body ached and how much he wished he could just sit down.
“What did I say about keeping that to yourself?”
Elliott jumped, snapping his head up to find Liam in front of him, arms crossed. Elliott didn’t have the will to argue, and his words came out feeble and hoarse. “Told you, I’b tryi’g. Y’kdow I cad’t stop theb like–” Like you can.
Liam’s frown deepened, though he glossed over Elliott’s unfinished reminder as if he hadn’t heard it at all. “Be that as it may, I won’t be losing customers because one of my employees is–disgusting–around the food.” He tripped over the middle of the sentence, and Elliott knew what he’d meant to say. Sneezing. He was sneezing around the food, and Liam still had trouble saying the word in public.
“Either that or spe’d half the day sdeezi’g id the bathroob,” Elliott muttered with a tired sniffle. “A’d you’ve already mbade it clear what you thigk of that.”
Liam appeared to be considering his employee’s predicament, lips pursed in a thin line. He soon made it clear, however, that this was not the case. “Regardless, have some courtesy. You can do as you please later.”
“Rhh-huh’IGHJShihSsH!..right…” Elliott breathed, dissolving into a regrettable bout of coughing. God, he wished Liam weren’t such an arse. He’d give just about anything for a bit of rest and a hot cup of tea. It would at least soothe his throat, which had been destroyed by the single sneeze.
“Did you even bother to take anything this morning?” Liam asked, clipped and irritable. If Elliott hadn’t known better, he might have mistaken it for some sort of abrasive concern. But of course, Liam had to be long over him. It had been months, after all.
Elliott balked at the question. “Nd-doh,” he admitted, sheepishly. “Forgot.”
Liam sighed, exasperated. “Of course you did.” He turned to leave without a hint of sympathy, nor an offer to let him off - as if Elliott expected either. “Just don’t pass out on me, alright?”
Elliott had taken to absently massaging his temple with the heel of his hand, and though he was sure he might fall asleep if he stood still too long, he replied with a mumbled, “Woulded’t dreab of it…”
Despite what he said, Elliott couldn’t shake the bone deep exhaustion that had him dragging through the entirety of lunch. He did his best not to look as miserable as he felt, but if he accomplished even a fraction of the attentiveness he didn’t have, he would have been amazed. Three times he wrote an order down wrong and had to stumble back to the kitchen to exchange it, each time earning him a grumble from Liam and a look of pity from anyone in the vicinity. Twice, he was asked why he was there, and when he offered his reasoning, his co-workers were stunned that even Liam would keep him there looking as awful as he did.
Elliott himself did his best to avoid the mirrors in the bathroom, especially when he ducked in to succumb to another sneezing fit. He didn’t need to make it worse by seeing how terrible he looked with his own eyes. It was enough to read the looks on everyone’s faces, ranging anywhere from poorly concealed disgust to deep concern.
Still, he managed, for the most part, to keep pace with the rush until near the end when a series of dizzy spells overtook him. He was aware by now that his fever had risen, and while he tried to ignore it, it was wearing him out. His shirt stuck to his back and he shivered each time a draft hit him. He was on his way back to a table, bearing a tray of drinks when he caught himself stumbling sideways. He caught himself against the wall, but in the process sacrificed the tray and its contents to the floor with a loud CLANG!
Someone came over and put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa, hey, are you alright?” It took him a minute to realize it was Gabriel, one of the restaurant’s newer employees - a tall, lanky fellow about Elliott’s age, and kind as anything. Elliott was grateful for the steadying hand as he tried to straighten and regain focus through the fog in his brain.
“Y-yeah, I’b fihh-huh–IGKtZIhSSH!” The sneeze cut him off, and he was immediately bracing himself against the wall again, bent almost double. “Hehh-hh’EHJSsSHISH! hah’AEGHSsChU! hih’yIGHTSsSCHU! h-haehh–EIJhSSCHISSH’uh!” Gabriel kept a steady hold on his arm, and if Elliott were honest, it was half the reason he didn’t sink to the floor then and there. He brought his free hand to his face, covering clumsily with the back of his wrist when the sneezes kept coming. “h-hih’IhJSCHISH’U! huh’UHKgTZISSH’h! hah’AEHJSZHISHh! huh’EHGKTzISSHU!”
Each one was explosive and had him curling in on himself. He couldn’t take a full breath between, and even if he could, breathing hurt after all the coughing he’d done over the course of the day. He couldn’t even attempt to stop the sneezes, they were so forceful, so insistent, so merciless.
Gabriel’s hand left his shoulder, and for a moment, Elliott was sure he would fall over. He tried to open his eyes to see where his co-worker had gone, but each time, he had to slam them shut again. “hiEHh–EHZhJISsSH’U! huh’UHkGTZSCH! Hh-h-hehh! IDhJzSSCH’u!”
Just as Elliott was considering letting himself drop, the hand returned, and this time with another that pressed several paper napkins into Elliott’s own. He hadn’t thought about it until now, so wrapped up was he in remaining on his feet, but he desperately needed them. He crushed them to his face as the fit finally tapered off, blowing his nose in the aftermath. The ordeal left his head spinning, and Gabriel steadied him when he swayed.
“Are you certain you’re okay?” Gabriel asked. “I don’t have a car, but I can call a cab for you.”
Elliott had time neither to answer nor recover before another voice cut in.
“Oi, what’s going on here?” Elliott blinked in an effort to clear away the fuzzy blackness at the edges of his vision and found Liam, gesturing to the pool of drinks on the floor. “What are you two doing? This isn’t the time for tea and cuddles, in case you hadn’t noticed.” He pointed at Gabriel with a sharp jab of his finger. “You - clean that up while I deal with him.”
“But–Liam–” Gabriel started.
“I said take care of it!” Liam barked, and then turned to Elliott without leaving any room for discussion. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, anyway?”
“S..sdeezi’g…” Elliott mumbled. Both his own voice and Liam’s sounded distant in his ears, and he was surprised at how difficult it was to get the one word out. It was like speaking through molasses, like his lips had gone numb and he had forgotten how to make words.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” Liam said, nearly shouting at him. “Your table is waiting, and now you’ve been here for god knows how long chatting with the new boy–”
“Liam, you’re being a bit hard on him,” said someone else, a girl - Alisa. She was always sticking up for Elliott when Liam came down hard on him, and Elliott was especially grateful for it right now. He was starting to zone out of the conversation, only catching snippets of what they were saying. His hearing faded in and out, though he caught a bit where Liam barked at him again to retrieve another tray of drinks.
Elliott willed his legs to move, but they wouldn’t budge. “Liab…” he said, barely a whisper. “I…I ndeed t’ sit d…” He didn’t manage to finish the sentence as the blackness encroached and the scene blurred before him.
“Watch it, he’s–!”
Elliott didn’t get to hear what he was. He was only aware of his body going weak, and then his knees buckled. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor.
I just wanted to say I love your blog! ♡♡ Could you make a list(love to hate) of which bachelors love to cuddle?
Thank you so much!!! I personally like to believe they all will be happy with a nice cuddle every now and again, just some more than others B)
but!!! Here is the list from likes most to least.
Alex - you know his partner loves being wrapped up in his strong arms, and you know he loves knowing this (and providing it <3). Honey, he won’t let you go.
Sam - he would be number one, since he does love to cuddle sososo much, he loves to hold his partner! Buuut he’s just a bit fidgety. He’ll be fine for about 10-15 minutes until his leg starts jigging, and eventually has to move.
Elliott - He enjoys cuddling, but what he loves most in a cuddle is gently stroking his partner - their arm, hair, leg. Anything’s good! It would also depend on the activity, he will be at peace cuddling his partner whilst reading a good book, whereas whilst watching TV, like Sam, he gets fidgety, especially if he starts to get invested in the show.
Harvey - honestly, he is indifferent. On one hand he loves holding his partner, knowing you’re there and you love him, but on the other he became accustomed to living alone and so doesn’t always find it necessary to be all over his partner. He also sometimes believes he’s a bit old for it all (even though he’s not, cuddle that man!!).
Sebastian - he isn’t always the biggest fan of intimacy, especially at first, but he will warm up to his partner the more time they spend together, and become more comfortable initiating cuddles. He mostly likes to rest his head on their shoulder, though, and have them rest their head on his.
Shane - whilst he may not always be in the mood for a full on cuddle, he will happily sling an arm around his partners neck, and hold them against him. Although he does love his partner to hug him from behind, or wrap their arms around his neck and hold onto him. He loves his partner to initiate intimacy.
Harrison groaned into his pillow as you rolled over in bed. The cries of your youngest son echoed throughout the house. James might have been small, but he sure could scream.
“I’ll go,” your husband murmured, preparing himself for the shrill as he opened your bedroom door. You heard Harrison soothe James and the cries died down. Entering your bedroom quietly, Harrison had your eight month old resting on his bare chest as he lay back in bed. You faced him, pressing a kiss to James’ head. James smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gurgled. He looked exactly like his father; bright blue eyes, dirty blond hair and a smile that made you melt.
“Mummy! Mummy!” You heard Elliott, your middle child, shout from his bedroom, followed by his bedroom door opening, then yours, and the pitter patter of tiny feet on your bedroom carpet. He toddled up to your bed, trying his best to scramble up onto it. “Hey baby,” you kissed his hair as you helped him sit on your bed. “Daddy!” He squealed as Harrison tickled him gently under his chin. Elliott was three years old, and already had a boisterous personality. He was loud, and loved the attention he got from people when you were out together. He had adorable doe eyes that made old ladies coo at him. He was confident, putting on performances of made up songs on the band stand in the park, making new friends in the sand pit, and talking to everyone and anyone who would listen.
“Shh, baby,” you said quietly. “Lizzie’s still asleep.” “No I’m not,” Lizzie, your seven year old daughter, said from the doorway. She rubbed her eyes. “The boys woke me up. Again.” You moved closer to the edge of the bed so Lizzie could lie in between you and Harrison, a spot she had claimed long before her brothers had entered the world. “Sorry, Princess,” Harrison said as she cuddled into his arm. “That’s kids for ya,” he laughed. “Don’t have ‘em.” “Sorry, Pwincess,” Elliott mimicked his father as he sat on your lap, giggling away. “I’m like daddy!” He said, pulling at his t-shirt, showing his belly. Lizzie kicked her legs at the duvet so she could get underneath. “Mummy and daddy are naked!” She shrieked, disgusted, earning more laughter from Elliott. He probably didn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘naked’. “Yeah, Lizzie. That’s what happens when mummy and daddy love each other very much,” Harrison said, rubbing James’ soft baby-grow with his hand, soft coos escaping James’ tiny lips. “Gross,” Lizzie squirmed. The five of you lay quietly and comfortably in your bed, cuddled up as the rain poured outside heavily, smashing against the window. “Mummy, can we make pancakes? Please, please, please,” she begged. You exhaled deeply. “Fine,” you said. “Take Elliott downstairs, we’ll be down in a minute.” Your two oldest children raced down the stairs, leaving your bedroom chaos-free for a moment. You scooted back over closer to Harrison as he outstretched his arm for your to lean into. You kissed James on his head again, he was chewing on his fingers, drooling all over Harrison’s abs.
Harrison stroked your hair, making you look up at him as he kissed your forehead. “I want another one,” he said quietly. “You’re mad,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “Don’t you think three’s enough?” Shaking your head, you sat up in bed. Harrison’s fingers traced circles across the bare skin of your back. “Please?” You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was flashing you puppy-dog eyes, his face soft in expression. “Just one more?” He twirled a piece of your hair around his finger. You pushed yourself up from the warmth of the bed, escaping his hands, pulling on your dressing gown from the chair near the door. “We’ll see.”
im trying to think of the most impossible pairings
Elliott and Alex: alex hands him a gridball and elliott comments on the texture and colors, alex yells “throw it” and elliott tosses it into the sea “a beautiful tragedy” he whispered, hair blowing in the wind
Leah and Seb: “nature is neat i guess" “technology is the plague of youth” “oh” “so would u like to play dnd” “ya”
Abigail and Shane: goth and grunge will never mix you fool
Penny and Leah: nothin wrong with the pair they just look similar and that scares me)
Elliott and Elliott: double elliott is something we do not need. they would try to out poetry each other and it would be slam poetry that has no soul
My first attempt at a SOA imagine. Please bare with me.
Jax Teller was outside Opie’s kids school ready to have
Donna and the kids follow him back to the club for lockdown. Opie being behind
bars left Donna to deal with the kids on her own and he tried to help her with
as much as possible. Even when it meant pissing her off. Better him than Clay
show up though. Having to go on lockdown because of the Mexican’s meant making
sure family of the club was safe and even though Donna wouldn’t be happy about
it they would be staying there at least through the weekend. Leaning back
against her truck he crossed his arms across his chest. He felt the stares of
the soccer mom’s and their glare of the dad’s as he stood there. There may be
respect for SAMCRO but the town folk were still weary of them.
He watched the kids walk out of the building followed by
Donna and a gorgeous woman. Her curves called to him, her smile, fuck, it blinded him and he couldn’t
help but stare. Taking off his glasses he stood up straight and roamed his gaze
over her. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath as the women and kids
“Thank you for helping her through this Y/N. They’re going
through a lot with my husband being locked up,” he heard Donna tell her as the
kids yelled out “uncle Jax!” and ran over to him with huge smiles on their
faces. Smiles that didn’t reach their eyes anymore and were a rarity if he was
honest with himself. He knew that Opie was almost done with his time but it
felt like an eternity as he watched the kids lose their spark. Their
conversation ended since they came upon him and he could only give them a
“Donna, you going to introduce
When you got to talking to Donna after school and during
parent teacher conferences, you didn’t imagine starting off one of the most
sincere friendships you’ve made since moving to Charming 6 months ago. Probably
ever if you were honest with yourself. You needed to get away from your
controlling family and a small town gave you that out. Now as you walk out of
the school with her and the kids, after little Ellie had beat up one of the
boys who was bullying her little brother, you couldn’t help but want to protect
them. You wanted to be there for them since no one had been there for you
growing up when your father wasn’t around.
You knew Donna’s husband was one of the motorcycle clubs
patched member. You knew what that meant for her and the kids but to see one of
them leaning up against her truck made it more real for you. It didn’t scare
you off, instead it made you more determined to help Donna get through her own
fear. You had cousins in that life style, you didn’t just get to leave. Especially
not from this club it seemed after hearing a few things from other teachers.
There were mixed feelings about the club it seemed but protection for the small
town was bigger than anything else. There weren’t no mixed feelings about the
biker in front of you though, he was one handsome man.
“Jax, this is (Y/N). Ellie’s teacher. Y/N this is Jax
Teller. Opie’s best friend,” she told you as you extended your arm out with a
“Nice to meet you,” you tell him then bite your lip as you
feel a shock go through your body once his hand engulfs yours.
“Pleasure’s all mine darlin’,” he tells you as his gaze
connects with yours. Taking a deep breath you pull your hand out of his grip
then move over to the truck.
“Ellie, I’m sorry about what Elliott said to Kenny about
your dad. You know he is a good man and that he loves you right? Don’t let
someone beat you with words to get you to lower yourself to their level. You’re
better than that,” you tell her as she smiles and nods.
“I won’t do it again Ms. Y/L/N,” she whispers making your
smile widen. You see Donna whispering to Jax who openly laughs and winks over
at Ellie as you walk back over to them. “That’s my girl.” You shake your head
and smile because you’re glad that Ellie put that little jackass in his place.
“Let me guess, you taught her that mean right hook she has
going?” you tease as you come and join the adults. He smiles, amusement dancing
in his eyes as he turned to look at your new friend.
“That was me,” Donna said sheepishly. You laugh right
alongside Jax and look over at the kids who have a honest smile on their face
and back to them again.
“Mr. Teller, it was a pleasure meeting you. Donna, let me
bring over a bottle of wine this weekend? I’ll help the kids with homework and
you can let me vent to you about what other nonsense is happening at school,”
you tell her as you hug her.
“Sweetheart, you can call me Jax,” the handsome man tells
you with that smile that would make you melt if you were a weaker woman. You
try to pride yourself in your self-restraint but this man could make you break.
Instead you raise your eyebrow at him and give him a small smile of your own.
Donna grabs your hand and gives it a soft squeeze. She tells you she’ll give
you a call about the weekend plans and you turn around to go.
“No Jax, she does not need to be getting involved with the club. She has lots of baggage anyways. Plus… you have your hands full with all the croweaters that fill your clubhouse.” Donna tells Jax as he still stares after Y/N.
“I didn’t say a thing sweetheart,” he teases as a smile lights up his face.
“I’ve seen that look on your face a few times Teller, you don’t fool me,” she tells you as she moves to get behind the wheel.
“You can hate me for her later, right now you and the kids should come stay with us since we’re under lockdown. Just trying to keep you safe. For Opie.”
It always gets her and this time was no different. Once the Winston family was safe inside the club house he went to give Donna a beer after dinner that night.
“So, is Y/N dating anyone Donna?” he asked her with a shit eating grin on his face.
Sorry if this sucks everyone! Let me know what you think/ or if I should continue trying this.