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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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a whiskey with jax teller pleaseeee just him being a little shit during a hot sex bc hes jax ofc theres so little writing about him and yours is fuckin phenomenal <33

Relentless.

warnings - smut. cursing. jax and his filthy mouth.

you're so lovely - thank you!! this man's middle name is mischief. I just know he'd be a fuckin menace in bed.

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"Shhh darlin'. You don't want them to hear, do you?"

You wish he'd thought about that before he'd linked his fingers with yours and led you through the clubhouse, whispering something about having to have you now.

"This was- fuck- your idea, Jax," you pant, gripping the sheets beneath you.

He's got you practically folded in half, his body cloaking yours, weight pressing you down. He keeps tilting your chin up to look at him, slapping your cheek gently when you close your eyes. He wants to be your sole focus.

Little does he know, he always is.

"Oh, come on. Like you didn't want it as bad as I did."

He has this tone, when he's fucking you. It's low and it's menacing and it's rough around the edges. It's lethal.

He punctuates his words with a particularly deep thrust of his hips, a surprised moan leaving your lips before you can stop it.

"You wanna get us caught? Huh?"

He thinks he feels you tighten around him, so he tests his theory.

"Or maybe that is what you want. I see the way you look at Chibs, honey. Do you want him to hear? Come and see what all the noise is about? Join in, maybe?"

You clench down, back arching at his dirty stream of thoughts. He chuckles, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. You want your president and your vice president to fuck you together? At the same time? Talk about club bonding, huh?"

Jax grips your chin in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. His hips never cease their relentless rhythm, stars floating in your vision. You open your mouth, and he spits right into it, winking when you swallow.

His other hand moves to your throat, gripping lightly. The man knows how to play you like an instrument.

"Come on, baby. I wanna hear them, all the dirty little fantasies in that pretty little head of yours. Or maybe it's not Chibs? Who is it then, hmm? Juice? Happy?"

You choke out a whine, and he laughs, dark and mischievous.

"Fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight. It's one of them, isn't it? Which one, honey?"

You shake your head, tears forming at your lash line.

"Oh, I know. How about all of them? All four of us, passing you around, taking turns. How's that sound? Is that what you want, dirty girl?"

The thought sends you right over the edge, gasping for air as the heat licks up your spine. Your end is Jax's too, the low groan he releases vibrating both of your bones. He collapses on top of you, the two of you panting.

"You're relentless," you laugh, catching your breath.

"It's one of the reasons you love me so much," he chuckles, kissing you softly. "That, and the fact I have hot brothers."

"You're right about one of those things," you tease, squealing when he pinches your sides.

A knock on the door startles you both.

"Jackie boy, we have some business we need to attend to. That is, if you're not... preoccupied."

The familiar Scottish accent sends heat rushing to your skin. Jax notices.

"Be there in a minute, VP!"

You hear Chibs' footsteps as he leaves, breathing a sigh of relief.

"So it was Chibs, huh?"

"Like I said," you chide jokingly, smacking him on the shoulder. "Fucking relentless."

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 1k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, drugs...usual sons of anarchy malarchy - you know the drill

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The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. Sure, you’d seen some stuff throughout your job working with Skeeter, and therefore the Sons, but this … this really took the cake.

“How the fuck am I meant to burn all this within the next two hours?” You snapped, looking at the blond-haired Prince of Charming.

See, most people wouldn’t get away with talking to him like that. Especially after the death of his wife, but what he was asking for was delusion at best.

Jax considered lighting up a cigarette, one of the only things keeping him sane these past few weeks. But his consideration for you was bigger than you knew.

“I know it’s asking a lot-“

You cut him off with a sigh. And then the door jingled, and you knew you were about to be surrounded by Sons.

“How’s it goin’ in ‘ere?” The well-known accent still sent shivers down your spine. Chibs Telford could always make you blush, even if you didn’t feel as attracted to him as … someone else.

“It’s going absolutely fine,” you grunted, moving to get the phone to call Skeeter. In any other circumstance a person reaching for a phone would set the Sons off, but not with you. Not now, anyhow.

The first time you interacted with the group of bikers on your own, you had about four different guns aimed at you. But for some reason… for some ungodly reasons, you just. Weren’t. Scared. Not then, and not now.

“Zo doesn’t think she can do it all tonight,” Jax replied to the Scotsman, his arms folding in front of him.

“Oh- I did not say that.” He had dangled the bait and you jumped straight for it.

“We’ll double yer usual price lass,” Chibs interjected, knowing the argument that was about to ensue.

Your eyes flicked to Jax and you scowled, “you could’ve started with that.” Pushing the end of call button, you shoved the phone into your back pocket and shook your head.

“I was getting to it…” he replied, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Nose flaring you said, “bring it around back.”

✶ ✶ ✶

You had gotten used to the stench of the crematorium. Probably not a good thing, but hey, with the pay being as good as this, you really couldn’t complain. Funnily enough, working with the Sons – you thought they’d be horrible. But they had always treated you well (once they trusted you).

Many others couldn’t say the same, but you knew you were always safe when they were around. The men each looked out for you in their own ways. Chibs brought food with him whenever you’d get a call at three in the morning to come to the crematorium.

Tig’s offering being some sort of drug; Xanax, weed, oxy. He asked if you wanted a dog once.

Happy was usually the one to stay later than the rest, to make sure you locked the place up and got to your car. He’s actually brought you some of his mother’s homemade meals.

Jax was different though. Always the first there and the first to leave, like being near you was difficult. Especially after Tara’s death. You had no idea but you reminded him of her in many ways. Headstrong. Stubborn. And your hair colour was very similar. It was a punch in the gut to see you. And it wasn’t just because of that. Even when he was married his thoughts drifted to you. It was wrong, he knew that. And that’s why now he felt even more guilty.

Out in the cold night air, the Scotsman gave you the fat envelope. The carpark was deserted, save for the motorcycles and your own car. That was another thing you had gotten used to, the eeriness of it all. Getting in your car and driving down here in the early hours of the morning. What some would call the witching hours.

You didn’t believe in the supernatural. Because if you did, then every noise, every moved object and creaking door would give you a heart attack. Most days you worked alone here, Skeeter entrusting you to do his services. He popped in for a few hours every week, and he wasn’t that bad of a boss. Creepy? Yes, but not in a I’m-a-woman-you-make-me-feel-uncomfortable type of way. He just had an air of unearthliness about him.

Since being the go between with the Sons and Skeeter, you had earnt their trust indefinitely.

The Sons heaved the bodies onto stretchers and wheeled them in through the back door. The fire had begun to swell and swell, making everyone who came near start to sweat. When Tig and Chibs saw that every piece of evidence was inside, they jumped on their bikes and left. Not before giving you a swift kiss on the cheek.

Inside, you had on your gear and made sure every piece of … what needed to be incinerated, was. It never got old, watching those hungry flames take their next victim. Eat them up and beg for more. Like a tiger in a zoo, the fire took whatever it could and hissed at whatever came near.

You looked at the clock that hung above the doorway, 4:35am. Your eyes stung, and you blinked a few times but it barely helped. Even with your goggles on, the smoke crept outwards whenever you opened the door.

Registering the time, you realised they had arrived an hour and thirty-five minutes ago, and a small part of you wanted the time to go over two hours. Just so you could wave it in Jax’s face. Was that cruel? You thought, but you shook your head and turned to close the door on the last body.

Shucking off your gear, you turned off the lights and locked each room you walked past. You knew Happy would be waiting outside. Grabbing your bag, you walked out the back door and locked that too.

“And you said it was impossible…” Jax’s voice drawled, with a lit cigarette in his hand.

You jumped, not expecting the proximity of another human being. Usually, Happy just sat on his bike, or on the bench inside.

“Good thing I get paid either way,” you retorted, trying to gather yourself from the scare. But you saw the way Jax’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.

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filipfuckingtelford · 10 months

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Hold me

Chibs x Reader One Shot for my amazing @blairewitchhh

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Y/N was holding Chibs tight, squeezing his shirt on the back under his leather cut. It seemed like she was trying to become a part of him to never let him go. But she knew she had to. It was a usual thing for Sons to be on the run for several days, sometimes even longer. And Y/N was used to it after several years they've been together. But today it was different.

"Do you really have to go, Filip?" She asked and looked up at him, fear in her bright green eyes. She knew the answer but had to try, to beg him to stay.

"Aye, lass" Chibs looked down at her and gave her reassuring smile. "Ye know Jackie needs me to be there"

"It's so dangerous" Y/N sighed and only wrapped her arms tighter around his wais.

Feeling his palm sliding down her head she felt safe and comfortable. She felt it every time he was holding her. But the fear that was born in her heart several days ago when he told her were and why he had to go, made it impossible to relax.

"I'll be fine. I will come back home soon" Chibs whispered to her ear and brushed his lips against her cheekbone.

"Alright, let's go guys" Y/N heard Jax's voice and felt tears filling up her eyes as she knew it was time to let him go. She didn't want to, she was ready to plead, to beg, to do anything to stop her man from leaving.

Club got into a big fight with Mayans from Santo Padre, Y/N knew it. Chibs was telling her everything about the club, from the very beginning he was always honest with her. And now she knew Jax, Happy and Chibs had to go and try to sort it out. She also knew their chances for peaceful negotiations were low and couldn't understand why Teller decided that three of them were enough. The reason was simple - he needed only those who he could rely on completely. And for now it was her man and Happy.

"I have to go, lass" Y/N heard Chibs' whisper next to her ear and finally let him go.

"Promise you will come back to me, Filip" She demanded and he gave her another warm reassuring smile.

"I promise, lass. Don't worry. I love ye" He said and headed towards his bike to join his brothers.

"I love you too" Y/N whispered wiping tears off her cheeks. She couldn't help it. She couldn't lose him and she was afraid now more than ever. The roar of three bikes soon died as guys left the clubhouse.

...

It's been three days since they left and no one knew what happened to them. Their phones were out of reach and there were no news from Jax, Happy and Chibs. Sons considered to go look for their brothers but no one knew if it was the right thing to do.

Y/N was spending all time in the clubhouse. She was scared and lost but hope was still alive in her heart. He promised and he always kept his word. So she was waiting, every noise from outside similar to the roar of the bike made her heart beat faster but again and again it wasn't him.

Y/N was cleaning the bar just to get herself busy when another noise from the street made her look outside and she noticed an unknown car on the parking lot. She hurried to join Tara and club members who were waiting for the unknown guest to reveal himself.

Door opened and Y/N pressed her palm agains her lips. Chibs followed by Jax and Happy was slowly walking from the car towards the clubhouse. He had bruises on his face and his left arm was bandaged. Guys were tired, covered in blood and dirt but they were alive.

Y/N couldn't wait any longer. She ran towards him and Chibs stopped allowing her to wrap her arms around his waist again, as careful as she could and bury her face on his chest, tears falling down her face uncontrollably. She heard Happy telling his brothers what happened, how the situation went south right away, how they lost their bikes, how Chibs and Jakson were shot and they had to run to the desert. They've been hiding in some abandoned house for two days before they could finally find the car and come back home.

While he was talking Y/N was still holding her man and Chibs wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer to himself. Everyone knew the war was coming. But for now he was safe, he came back to her as he promised and she could hold him.

"I won't ever let you go again" She whispered, tasting tears on her lips and looked up at him.

Chibs smiled as he gently took her chin with his fingers and kissed her, soft and gently.

"I'll always be coming back to ye, lass" he replied and she only leaned closer to him with a relieved sigh.

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Saw your Drabble list and I have to say, I have not clicked on a “ask me anything” button that quick in a very long time!

Could I pretty pretty please request Jax Teller & Number 16? Eeekkk!! 🤤

You can indeed! This one kinda got away from me a little. I'm like that, though. My drabbles get wordy, lol!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

You've been dating Jax for a few weeks now, spending time with him going on dates, or, more often than not, hanging out at the club. Just like tonight.

"Are we really playing this goddamned game?" Happy grunts, folding his arms. "It ain't like any of us is gonna welch on a dare, or not tell any kind of uncomfortable truth."

"Truth or dare?" Tig shouts, drumming his hands off the table.

"Truth."

"Did you really fuck Jackie Adams?" You have no idea who the woman is, but the very mention of her name seems to make Happy suddenly stiffen up.

He glares, lifting the shot glass to his lips. "Fuck you."

"Ahhhh!" Tig roars, "yeah, you did! And you don't want to give up that uncomfortable truth, that you banged a broad who's at least sixty-five!"

"She's a hot sixty-five, and shit, at least she still had a pulse, you corpse-humping motherfucker."

You stand there and laugh, shaking your head, Tig spying you.

"Hey! (Y/N), you down for a little of this?"

"Not if those are the kind of questions you're gonna ask!" you cry, laughing.

"Why, how many sixty-five women have you been banging recently?" Jax asks, bobbing his tongue between his teeth playfully with a huge grin when you scowl at him.

"I'll give you something more appropriate, that's if you pick truth. So, truth or dare, baby!"

"Dare."

A nearby Chibs winces for you. "Now you've done it, lass." He isn't wrong either.

"Flash us your tits," Tig demands.

"Told you, but I'm kinda not mad at him. Could have been a whole lot worse, that was a pretty tame ask, for him," Chibs chuckles, turning to wink at you. "No disrespect, Jackie, but your girl is crackin'."

"None taken, because I know she won't do it either," he replies, taking a sip of his beer.

You shrug, making a small humming noise. "A dare is a dare." With that, you pull your top up to an absolute barrage of whistles, yells and table thumping, Tig applauding you the loudest. "She don't even wear a bra! That's amazing! Here, hon, take a shot. Nice rack."

Pulling your top down again, you take it, tapping the shot glass off the side of his and sinking it, turning to Jax, trying not to laugh as he shakes his head, not able to bite back his grin.

“Did you really just do that?”

“I did,” you confirm, Jax still shaking his head.

"You're trouble."

Pulling him close by his belt, you plant a kiss on his lips. "Trouble you can handle." With that, he ducks down and throws you over his shoulder, his brother's wolf whistling in your wake, carrying you off to his usual bunk room, kicking the door shut and throwing you down on the bed.

He hovers above you, eyeing you in a way you can't quite read, a little flare of panic rising in your throat. "You're not mad at me, are you?"

He snorts, shaking his head. "No, darlin'. Well, maybe a little, that the guys got a better first look at your tits than I did." He then strips you of your top, kneeling between your legs, his large, ring-adorned hands stroking the soft flesh of each breast, fingertips teasing at your nipples. "Mmmm, they're pretty."

"There's something else I have that I'm told is pretty, too." He follows your gaze downwards, looking back up with a soft burst of laughter through his nose, unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them and your undies off in one swift tug.

"Well," he begins, parting your thighs, taking a very good look at you. "I'm glad I'm definitely the first to be able to agree with that." He then falls silent, except for the sound of him running licks through your folds, sucking hungrily on your clit, and making you wonder why on earth it took you three weeks to get to this point with him.

Good job you chose that moment to honour the dare and flash your tits, really, isn't it?

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imagineredwood · 1 year

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"So how was the vacation?"

Request: reader is Happy’s adult daughter and what their relationship is like

Pairing: Dad!Happy Lowman x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: None really, a quick reference to a one night stand

Word count: 749

You huffed as you placed the heavy box on top of the bar counter, Happy looking over at the noise. You rolled your shoulders, the box clearly a bit too much for you, Happy throwing a glare over at the new prospect who was simply walking quietly behind you. Seeing the look from your father, he held his hands up in defense.

"I offered to carry it like six times. She kept saying no. Wouldn't let me grab it from her."

Happy accepted that response, knowing that you were exactly the type. He couldn't be mad; he'd raised you that way.

Strong. Independent. Self-reliant.

He'd raised you to be able to take care of yourself because he wanted you to be self-sufficient. Not having to deal with some man's shit because you felt that you needed to. He wanted you strong and capable, but like himself, sometimes you took that too far and had to have your arm twisted to accept help. He chuckled and shook his head, giving you his attention. "What's in the box?" You huffed and reached in, pulling out a large bottle of Pine-Sol and a scrubber brush. "I'm going to clean. It's a fucking pig sty in this place." Chibs laughed from his side of the bar and stood up, dropping a kiss to the side of your head as he passed by. "Good to have you back, lass." Your vacation had been relatively short, just nine days away with your best friend to try and explore a new place and do some self-care. Things with the club had tense, to say the least, and Happy had recommended you getting away. You were hard-headed and stubborn just like him and it took a good deal of convincing before you relented. You half felt that it was because he wanted you to relax, helping Lyla at Diosa and Gemma with the garage starting to make you feel overworked. But the other half of you felt like he only wanted you away so that you weren't present for a specific event or decision. You knew enough to know that your Dad was sneaky when it came to that. Especially if it was something that was going to be dangerous. You were protective. Worrisome at times. He was your only parent. Of course, you worried for him. Your vacation was done now and before you sat down with him to find out what you missed, you had to clean. Really clean. Not clean like the prospects who apparently thought that simply meant passing along a wet rag. Happy stood and walked alongside you as you wiped and scrubbed and sanitized the bar top. "So how was the vacation?" You grinned, thinking back to the massage and facial you had gotten. "It was amazing. So relaxing. They use this steam thing that opens up your pores and then they cleanse and massage and layer like ten products over and over. Walked out of there looking like a glazed donut." You turned your head side to side to show the glow on your skin, Happy shaking his head with a smile, his heart warm to know you had relaxed and been pampered. It was a stark contrast to what you would have been doing had you been in Charming still. He kept asking questions, relishing in hearing and seeing you beam and talk about the new places you had seen and enjoyed. Then a specific sentence had him back into dad mode immediately. "He bought me a drink; he was nice. Polite. He was on vacation too." Chibs snorted as he looked over and saw Happy's face, knowing the exact feeling. The sound drew your attention away from the stain you were scrubbing and back to their faces, your eyes rolling quickly. "Oh chill. We drank for an hour, cracked some jokes, and then we left. Separately just like we came. I didn't sleep with him, you can relax." Happy huffed, glad to hear it, yet not even liking to be faced with the possibility. He countered, despite the vacation being his idea. "This is why I don't like you going out alone." Your hands being thrown up into the air in exasperation paired with the look of disbelief on your face had Chibs doubling over, a small spurt of whiskey shooting out of his mouth and onto your freshly cleaned bar top. The Scotsman quickly wiped it away with a laugh before you noticed, happy to hear the familiar sound of playful father-daughter bickering once again.

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obsessedasusual · 2 years

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Just for Today - Happy Lowman

Summary: When Happy turns up with a woman on the back of his bike, his mother is delighted

Warnings: swearing, speeding, lying (lol)

Note: 2.1k WHY DID WE NEVER GET TO MEET HAPPY’S MOTHER?! There was a whole episode where she was just chilling inside near a mess of pancake batter! This is always gonna be one of my favourite tropes. Also somewhere along the way did the fandom just headcanon that Happy was Hispanic? Or was it mentioned in SOA? I can’t remember seeing anything but literally every fic I’ve read has him as Mexican, rolling with it!

Happy glanced at you briefly as he continued his phone call. You had no idea who it was or what it was about but judging by his expression, which in honesty was subtle but spoke volumes for a guy like Happy, it was important.

You took the time to admire the gas station parking lot Happy had parked up in, it wasn’t much. The chance to stretch your legs was a welcomed opportunity. You had only been riding for two hours but for someone that wasn’t well versed at riding on the back of a Harley, your back was killing.

Happy snapped his phone shut and strode back to where you were standing by his bike, “We gotta stop in Bakersfield.”

“What’s in Bakersfield?” You stared up at him, squinting in the sun. He took his helmet from the handlebars and put it back on, you followed suit assuming you were about to take off again.

“My mom.” Was all he said before taking his seat and starting the engine. You couldn’t help the way you jumped at the noise, sure you were getting used to the sound now that you were around the club more, but you still had a way to go. Deciding to ignore Happy’s slight smirk you climbed on behind him, securing your hold around his waist.

“I get to meet Mrs Lowman? I hope she has embar- shit!” Happy speed off from the carpark, cutting off your teasing in the process, “asshole.”

Riding with Happy was… an experience. When you found out that it was him that was tasked with getting you to the San Bernardino charter, you had been hesitant to say the least. You’d even put up the argument that it was a waste of resources, sending him with you, and you would be absolutely fine driving your car down yourself. The club disagreed. It wasn’t safe, they argued. So take the scariest guy we have, you had mocked. You’d made it your mission on this trip to get him to crack a joke, a smile even. So far you’d had no success.

It wasn’t that you disliked Happy. You just hadn’t had much to do with him before. You’d never had a full conversation with the guy. He didn’t joke around like Juice and Tig. He didn’t tell you stories of ‘the old days’ like Chibs and Bobby. He was just there, always observing. Maybe he just hadn’t warmed up to you yet, you’d only come on as SAMCRO’s lawyer five months ago. It kept you busy, busier than you thought it would. But the compensation was worth it.

Happy rode fast, and what should’ve been a 90 minute ride to Bakersfield, definitely wasn’t. You soon found yourself cruising down the streets you could only guess Happy grew up in.

Pulling into the driveway of an older house with an immaculate garden, Happy cut the engine and signaled for you to get off before he followed. Shaking your legs out you took in your surroundings, “Did you grow up here?”

You were fishing for any morsel of information you could get about the man acting as your chauffeur, rolling your eyes when you received a grunt in response. Before you could push for a verbal answer the front door opened and an older woman hobbled out, excitement clear on her face.

Happy made his way to her immediately, gently taking her by the arm to keep her steady, “Ma, slow down.”

She slapped his hand lightly before reaching for his neck and pulling his taller frame into a hug. You smiled at the sight.

It didn’t take long for her to notice you standing back awkwardly, and she looked to Happy for an explanation.

He barely got your name out before she was walking over to you, arms wide open ready to wrap you up in a welcoming hug much like she had done her son.

Catching Happy’s eye over his mother’s shoulder you noticed his face was pulled into a scowl, you raised an eyebrow at his expression.

“Welcome, mija,” she pulled back to smile at your still surprised face, “Come in, come in! Lunch is still hot.”

She turned then and made her way back inside, no doubt to start dishing up the meal.

You walked a few steps to close the gap between you and Happy, “Your mom is the sweetest person.”

Happy nodded in response, the corner of his mouth curling up into an almost smile. He tipped his head to the house signalling for you to head inside. As the two of you walked in you whispered, “What’s her name?” In the rush of the initial meeting you hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Maria.”

As soon as you stepped through the front door you felt… welcome. The walls were decorated with an assortment of picture frames, each containing a different snippet of Maria’s life and loved ones, music was playing quietly from the radio, and a mouthwatering savoury smell filled the air.

You paused in the doorway to the kitchen as Happy stepped around you, gently moving his mother out of the way to get the plates she was trying to reach. Maria patted his arm affectionately, turning her gaze to you she motioned for you to take a seat at the table.

Soon a delicious looking soup was placed in front of you, and the Lowmans flanked you on either side, “Thank you, Maria. This smells amazing.”

“Don’t thank me yet. You might not like it!” She joked as you took your first spoonful, as expected it was delicious. Maria smiled as you voiced your praises.

As you ate quietly, Happy and his mom made small talk catching up, mainly about her health. As spritely as she was, you could see Maria was on the frail side. Happy obviously worried about her.

“You need home help, Ma-“

“I need no such thing, Happy. I’m fine.” She turned her attention to you, cutting off her son, “And what do you do for work, dear?”

You flicked your eyes to Happy briefly seeing his scowl at being interrupted, “I’m a lawyer, ma’am. The boring paperwork kind.”

“A lawyer! Smart girl, Happy. How did you two meet? You never said anything about a girl!” The smile was still on her face as you quietly choked on your mouthful of soup and Happy froze in his seat.

“No, Ma-“ The Son’s explanation was interrupted.

“You know, he’s never brought a girl home before. I worry about him. At home by himself.”

You and Happy locked eyes for a second, before he tried for a second time to explain, “Ma, it’s not-“

Again he was cut off. You had to let out a small giggle as he tipped his head back in frustration.

“You should’ve told me, mijo! I would’ve tidied the house up. Made a good first impression.” Maria looked ecstatic. She looked every bit the doting mom.

“Ma,” he placed his hand flat on the table top to make a point, “We’re-“

“We’ve only been together a few months.” It was you cutting him off this time. You could feel his glare as you stayed facing his mom, “I told him to tell you, but… you know what he’s like!” That made Maria laugh in agreement. Yeah, she knew what he was like. She raised the man. You however, had spent only a few hours with the guy, and that had been in silence on the back of his bike.

The home phone began to ring from the living room, Maria pushed herself out of her seat to answer it, leaving you and Happy alone.

You turned slowly to face him, “Okay-“

“What the fuck are you doing?” His glare hadn’t changed, his tone was accusing, but also curious.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know! It just came out. She sounded so excited, Happy.”

“Not your place.”

“I know,” you sighed, “You saw her, she just wants you to be happy. What do I say now? How the hell do I take that back?”

Your attention was pulled from the man beside you back to his mother as she returned to the table, still smiling brightly, “Julie from down the street. Wanting to gossip. Anyway, what were you saying, dear?”

You swallowed thickly, trying to work out how to break the truth, “Um, actual-“

“Met through the club,” Happy’s gravelly voice was doing the interrupting now, “She was doing some work for TM, went from there.”

You turned to him in shock. What the fuck was happening right now? Instead of meeting your gaze he focused his attention on the bowl of soup in front of him.

“I knew you’d find someone!” Maria grabbed your hand gently, drawing your attention, “He works so hard you know? Always working when I call. He needs someone to draw him away sometimes.”

That you knew. From your limited exposure with the club, you knew they were always working on something. Long nights, often without sleep.

Clearing your throat you nodded your agreement, “I try my best, ma’am. He can be incredibly stubborn though.”

Maria laughed knowingly while her son grunted beside you.

“I know all about that, dear! Keep at him. He gives in eventually.”

You let yourself relax with the current situation, “That’s good to know.”

After lunch and a million more questions about your relationship, which Happy had so kindly left to you to come up with answers for, Maria shooed you away to the living room to relax while she and Happy cleaned up. You had tried to protest but you had quickly learned where Happy got his stubborn trait from.

Sat on the couch flicking through an old photo album that Happy had tried to snatch away from you, only to be scolded by his mother much to your amusement, you found yourself tuning into the conversation between mother and son in the kitchen.

“She’s beautiful, mijo.”

Happy grunted.

“And nice! She’s exactly what you needed.” It was silent bar the splashing of water as the dishes were washed, “You be good to her.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ma.”

“I mean it, Happy. Treat her right. I want her around for a while.” A small smile found its way to your face.

“I know, Ma.” This is not how you saw your day going.

“Do you love her?” You heard him clear his throat awkwardly.

“Shit-“

“Language.”

“Uh, yeah. She’s great.”

You had to bite your tongue to stop the laugh that was close to escaping. You’d never heard Happy speak so softly with someone before.

“I’m happy for you, you know. She’s good for you. Bring her around more.”

“Maybe.”

Footsteps rounded the corner and Happy came to a stop in front of you, staring down at the photo album.

“You were the cutest kid,” you teased, “look at all your hair.” Lifting the book to show him.

“I was there.” He took the opportunity to take the book from you, snapping it shut and putting it back on the shelf, “We gotta hit the road.”

You pouted, wanting to spend more time getting all the juicy details of a younger Happy from his mom, but at his glare stood without argument.

“Heading out so soon?” Maria questioned as she joined the two of you in the living room.

“Gotta get to Berdoo.” Happy answered.

Maria sighed understandingly and turned to you, “See what I mean? Always working!”

Your eyes flicked to Happy briefly, seeing from his expression that he felt bad, “He has an admirable work ethic. I’m guessing he gets that from you, you’ve raised a good man, Maria.”

Maria pulled you into her embrace, “You’re too kind. Keep him in line won’t you?”

“Of course.”

Pulling back from you she turned to her son and repeated the action. It was almost comical, seeing a large man like Happy being pulled down to his mother’s height, “Remember what I said. I want to see her again.”

You should keep a tally of how often Happy responded with a grunt over a verbal response.

“Be safe on the roads won’t you? I love you.”

“Love you too, Ma.”

The love between the two was clear. Happy was the apple of Maria’s eye.

They ended their embrace and Happy moved to stand beside you, taking you by surprise when he hooked a finger through one of your belt loops and tugging lightly, signalling it was time to head out.

“It was lovely to meet you, Maria. Thank you again for lunch.”

She waved off your thanks, “You take care, mija. I’ll see you next time.” She spoke with a wink.

She walked the two of you through the kitchen and waved as you continued out the door.

You waved back enthusiastically, “Bye!”

Happy led you down the path toward his bike, hand barely grazing the small of your back.

“I can’t wait til she’s my mother in law.”

“Put your fuckin’ helmet on.”

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lucky-clover-gazette · 6 months

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(hi, this is a negative rant about the thirteenth doctor's era. it's not about jodie's acting, it's about the writing and overall production. just putting that here since i am tagging. your thoughts are appreciated bc honestly i'm shocked it's like this and want to hear others' takes)

okay not to be a hypocrite considering the amount of shit i've given moffat but oh my god 13's era so far is one of the least exciting bodies of media i've ever seen. like there's nothing here. it's so incredibly unfun and i have no idea who the fuck it's for. if you're pandering to straight people and 2014 tumblr teenagers you do a moffat, if you're pandering to fucked up gay people and overly philosophical emotional masochists you do a rtd. this is pandering to a 2017 cancel-happy twitter user who likes hamilton the musical at its prime and really really wants to be progressive but also is super repressed, uneducated, and shallow about it, and i don't even think that hypothetical person would ENJOY this?? we have a woman doctor, but she lacks any kind of maturity or sexual agency that every male doctor was given, because the male show runner clearly thought that was the only way she'd be taken seriously. and holy shit, the tokenism is absolutely insane. or at least, it feels that way to me. i'm curious to know how fans of color have felt about it. and besides the tokenism stuff, the companions have no personalities whatsoever, like it's mind-numbing how interchangeable and weak they are. the dialogue all-around is noticeably bad, and it's not even in a fun way. attempted Reveals feel cheap and make me roll my eyes. everything is so deeply unimaginative and boring and basic and it really is just so insane to me that we went from rtd having weird horny gay aliens dying to britney spears' toxic while simultaneously delivering absolutely gut wrenching and breathtaking story and character moments... to this. what a damn shame that the first woman doctor is associated with this mediocrity.

i'm at the end of spyfall part one (the master reveal was my final straw, hence making this post) so maybe my mind will change from here on. but holy fuck, dude. i thought people exaggerated about chib's era but it really is just like white noise, that only gets more unpleasant the more you actually think about it. passively unobtrusive at absolute best, infuriating for its emptiness one step down from that. i would take moffat's worst doctor who over anything of this era i've seen so far, with the exception of instances of unambiguous misogyny and sexual assault in a few of his episodes.

i am conflicted whether i should tag this as chibnall and 13 because it's negative. i want to hear other thoughts so i think i will, but i apologize if this is something you've connected with. you do not need to engage in a conversation defending it unless you want to share your thoughts, which are more than welcome.

#doctor who #dw #13th doctor #chris chibnall

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Juan

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

This is very short, but I hope everyone likes it. This is the fic for the poll a few months ago.

Contains: Fluff on fluff on fluff, very mild angst.

1.5K words

You make sure Juice has the best birthday ever.

You made sure to climb out of bed with the quiet of a church mouse, hoping last night's pre-birthday "gift" had tired Juice out enough that he would say asleep.

It must have worked because you managed to slip on your clothes and brush your teeth before heading out of the bedroom. Happy was already at the counter, having stayed the night after a nice dinner due to "bike troubles."

"I need a favor."

Happy offered you a soft smile, "I think I know what you're going to ask me little girl but go a head."

You smiled, "I have a plan for Juice's birthday, I need you to find some reason to stay the night tomorrow. I'd ask one of the others but they can't keep secrets for shit."

Happy chuckled, "I can do that, what are you planning?"

You went into detail, Happy nodding along, pausing to add his two cents now and then.

He was taking his head as you finished, "and how do you plan to keep him asleep for the first part of this?"

You gave Happy a look, "we're going to play Uno all night long, how the fuck do you think Hap? I spend a lot of money of some very fancy underwear and I'm going to put it to good use."

Happy was unfazed, "alright then, how about I tell the guys while you're busy with that, that way we don't have to do everything?"

You shoved his shoulder lovingly, "we make a great team."

Happy sighed, "yeah yeah, you've already roped me in, no need to butter me up more."

You started making breakfast while Happy called Chibs, making sure to be as quiet as you could so you didn't wake Juice. It took a little longer than usual, but Happy didn't take long on his phone call, so he helped. As you just placed the last egg on the plate, you heard the door open and Juice came out rubbing his face.

"Happy birthday dearest, I made you breakfast."

Juice smiled and walked over to you, pressing his lips to your cheek, "I am one lucky man." He sat down and tucked in while you put in the second part of your plan.

Chibs showed up a few minutes after Juice had finished breakfast with the tow truck for Happy's bike, doing his best to look sad. He sat at the table with a sigh and looked at Juice, "I'm sorry man, I know you were planning to spend your day with your girl, but we've had a rush of parts that need to be inventoried."

You made a sad face, "really, can't you call in someone else to do it?"

Chibs shook his head, "sorry lass, we need all hands on deck."

Juice sighed, "it's alright, we've had this happen before, I should be home by four."

You walked over and gave Juice a hug, glaring at Chibs as his smile widened as if to say, "don't blow this."

Juice walked away a little crestfallen and you moved on to stage three.

****

Juice arrived at T-M to a small surprise, Chibs had led him to believe that there were wall-to-wall boxes, but the shipment wasn't much bigger than average. Jax walked over and gave me a hug, "sorry man, I knew you had plans today but we need to get this shit done."

Juice nodded, "it's fine, it won't take us long."

****

"Wow, you're really going all out." Lyla looked over the ingredients on the counter with a smile on her face.

You smiled back, "I wanted to cook all his favourites, Happy's giving me updates, we have a few hours before he gets home." You picked up the sugar and butter, "I'll do the caramel if you tackle cake batter?"

She nodded, "done. What's after that?"

You thought for a moment, "I have to put the stew in the pressure cooker and make the mix for the pot stickers. This won't take long so I'm hoping we'll be done with most of the stuff in the next two hours."

Lyla smiled, "that sounds like a plan."

****

Juice called you on his lunch break and you did your best to keep the noise down so he wouldn't catch on, "how's your day been handsome?"

You could hear his smile, "better now that I'm talking to you, they guys are trying to take it easy on me but I'm not sure when I'll be home."

BEEEEEEEEEEEP

Oh shit, the oven

"What was that dollface?"

You and Lyla shared a look, "I'm making myself some tuna toast, sorry about that."

There was a pause and you could hear the disappointment in his voice, "oh, but you'll stay on the phone until my break is done right?"

You felt your heart hurt, but you buried it, "of course, it will stay warm for ages. Have you gotten any gifts yet?"

You knew he hadn't, you have carefully hidden all his gifts from the guys in the spare room, "no, I don't think they got me anything, I didn't ask anyway."

You took a deep breath, it was taking everything not to blurt out the truth, "we'll see, maybe they'll give you something before you leave."

There was a shout in the background, his lunch break was done, "I gotta go, I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you too Juicy."

He sounded a bit deflated when he hung up so you went back to work, you were going to make sure today was the best birthday he had ever had.

****

Juice felt his mood drop as the day went on, by the time the guys started to leave his birthday really felt like any other day. He could tell his friends were trying, they let him have the first pick of the donuts, they didn't ask him to do as much as they normally would but it was still a disappointment, you had been telling him for weeks that you were going to make sure today was a good day.

To top it off, his partner at clear passages had called him just as he and Jax were locking up to tell him that something was wrong and that he needed to come by.

He called you just before he got on his bike, hoping that hearing your voice would give him the mood boost he needed to keep going, "hey dollface, I got bad news."

He could hear noise in the background but he figured it was just the TV, "oh no, what's wrong." You knew what was wrong, nothing, the Clear Passages "problem" was just a detour so everyone could be there by the time Juice got home.

"A bunch of money's been stolen at the weed shop, I'll probably be there till late tonight."

You did your best to sound sad, "I'm sorry Juicy, how about we take the weekend off to make up for all this? We can go to that little country house we love so much."

There was a pause and then his mood picked up, "I'd love that, I'll be home as soon as I can. Love you y/n."

"Love you too Juicy."

****

When Juice got to Clear Passages, he was surprised there were no police there. He ran up to his partner, who offered him a slightly embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry, I miscounted then, in a panic, put half of the cash down and walked away, then I forgot where I had left it. False alarm."

Juice breathed a sigh of relief, "no worries man, I'm gonna head back home, it's been a long day."

His partner nodded, "sure, happy birthday Juice."

Juice waved his hand, "thanks."

****

You were lucky Juice pulled up to the house when he did because you didn't think you could hold it in any longer. You shooed back room and sat on the couch, doing your best to act natural as he opened the door, "you're home early, I thought something was wrong?"

Juice shot you a wide smile and opened his arms for a hug, "nah, nothing was wrong." You hugged him as hard as you could and he must have picked up on something because he pulled away and looked over your face, "what are you up to?"

Your eyes went wide, "nothing, nothing at all. Just don't go into the spare room whatever you do."

There was no signs of what was going on around that house and everyone had parked their cars and bikes in the backyard so Juice couldn't see them when he drove in. He brushed pasted you and placed his hand on the door to the spare room as you held back a smile.

He smirked at you and flung it open "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!"

There was a burst of streamers and Juice's face broke out into a grin, "I fucking knew it, I knew you were planning something." Everyone was there and the room was decked out with balloons and decorations, there was a table piled high with gifts and something off to the side that looked suspiciously like some had tried to wrap a motorbike.

You smiled and walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I hope you didn't because this took weeks to plan but knowing these guys, they gave it away."

Juice captured you in a kiss and you leaned into it, placing you hand on the back of his head as he deepened it.

The crowd broke into a cheer and you separated from each other, "Happy birthday my love."

Fin

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Emoji ask game

I will answer them all here and tag who asked, thank you all, this is so much fun 🧡

@fishing4stars 🍓- So, my then 11 year old watched The Hobbit Trilogy with me for the first time. He elgit cried when "Bilbo's boyfriend" died, he was so unhappy. So i told him a story about how it was hard, but Bilbo and Thorin sorted it all out and now live happily in Erebor. I then wrote it down, making it a but more grown up and my first fic (Stop me fading) was written not quiet a year ago. So thank you Mr 11 lol. ⬜ - (cant find the right emoji for describing your latest fic so - 🐕‍🦺🐩🐕🥰🐾 🎨 - ngl, theres so much amazing art, it changes, but right now its this. The art, the expression, the colours and the glasses! Be still my heart 🥰 @niennawept 🕯 - is there a minus? -5 milion. Not only do i not notice a lot of mistakes, neither dies the editing app I pay for so I have to also run it through a TTS programme (its a new thing Im doing and its really good for me), but I also often tend to type in Romani chib. It has NO grammatic rules, its all sounds and noise and is a nightmare to translate 🙈 🌿 - ngl, as someone with 61 wips on the go, its not something I deal with often, but if im not sure what to write, I will do smaller things like micro fics and FlashFictionFriday. They are supposed to be small so no extra pressure for complicted wips, FFF are less then 1000 words so are great to get you going again imo. @thatfancygirlinblack 🥤 - There are way to many writers I adore, both Bagginshield and Wolfstar, so instead I'm going to link my all time comfort fic. It's a Wolfstar muggle Au but it hits all the right spots for me, plus its an orphan account so Im not picking someone over others lol. An Infinite Ocean 🍅 - concrit for myself - stop writing in bloody chib. The amount of times Bilbo and Sirius say "wanna, ganna, canna," as if they would and i dont even notice 🙈 ☁ - So, my usernaem is a childhood nickname my dad gave me. He has been gone nearly 10 years ad no one else evr called me it. Now I have lots of friends who do and it makes my heart happy each time <3 🔪 - currently, id sat the reproductive and queer behav iour of aimals, all sorts of animals. I have plans for so many animal Aus and Ive bee researching their behaviour with same sex partners lol.

#Emoji ask game #come join the fun

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ankhmutes · 10 months

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A Charming Journey Home (Part 5)

Okay, I just had to put this up just because. the rest of the story is below, but just because. Nothing that anyone would find untoward in this chapter I believe but better to be safe than sorry?

“T & M Automotive.”

“Can y’all look at my Jeep? It ain’t running right again.” you said with an annoyed huff, leaning on the bar, making sure your boobs were on display appropriately. You needed all the tips you could get. This crowd opened wallets the more you showed boob.

“Uh- sure. Cherokee, right?” the voice at the other end asked..

“Yep, that’s the one. I’ll go pop the hood for y’all.” you say with a nod as you make some noises of affirmation, watching some men in the back party room that you were pretty sure had been the ones talking from earlier. They were wearing leathers, but no sign of any cut, or anything. You knew the boys would know who they were the minute they popped up. You went out to the parking lot and put on the best show you had in you of having a broken down jeep and knowing shit what to do with cars, when in reality you were a mechanic’s daughter and knew how to rebuild the son of a bitch.

“Can we help ya, sweetheart?” one of the men that had been eyeing you asked. You smiled and shook your head, playing stupid. You knew he was with that crowd that you had heard talking about the Sons, and you didn’t want to get mixed up with them. Sure, you could milk him, but you didn’t want him recognizing you or anything at all associated with the Sons.

“I just called the first thing I saw on the board. Someone put up a business card. I got lucky.” you said as you poured on your best southern accent, talking as close to Dolly Parton as you could without sounding tacky. “Some guy said they would send someone over.”

“Well little lady, if you want some help, we’re always happy to help you.”

“Thanks, you’re a real gentleman, I’m sure.” You said as your phone rang, and you waved a cute goodbye wave, not wanting to piss him off. “Gotta take this, sorry.”

“Gemma said your jeep ain’t working?” Chibs asked, getting right to the point and not bothering with a hello.

“Nothing I can’t handle, but… I think it’s something you and Tiggy need to listen to.” you said with a sharp huff. “I heard some funny things coming from its downstairs, and … something ain’t right so figured I’d find someone who could take a look at it, ya know… “ you hoped Chibs could pick up on what you meant, since you could feel your anxiety bearing down on you, making everything heavier, faster, just MORE. You ignored the fact that you didn’t know how Chibs got your number.

“I’m on my way darlin’.”

“Just come on in the back, ya know where the back patio is?” you asked, explaining to the boys where the alley entryway was, you didn’t want anyone to see them. Your heart in your throat, you waited for the T & M truck to arrive with some men you didn’t recognize, and you had them “repair” your car right in the parking lot and then leave with the car, telling you that there were a lot of issues with the car and it had to be taken back to the shop, stranding you without a car.

“It was just a spark plug, silly me.” you said to the men at the bar, their eyes watching you with mild interest, as you refilled their drinks and took orders. You had hoped they hadn’t seen them take away your jeep as you made sure you were still quite lovely and approachable, walking back to the kitchen, dropping off their orders and then sliding back into the storeroom and opening the door that led to the patio where Tig and Chibs stood.

“Boys, I’d love to do this another time, but let’s just focus on business.” you said as the Irish slid into your words. “I gotta play Daisy Duke, but figured you’d want to listen in. c’mere down here- you can hear everything. I can’t stay, but figured y’all would want to hear it.” you whispered as quietly as you could, leading Tig and Chibs down into the storeroom and showed them the corner where you could hear everything in the party room, arranging some boxes and handing them some pint glasses. They appeared vaguely surprised, not quite expecting this turn of events. “Believe me, I wasn’t expecting this either.”

You moved back up outside, chatting up the cook and other workers, making sure to act as normal as you did. You didn’t want to set anything off. You took the orders around, filled drinks, and then the big back room’s order was ready. You took the trays and took your time, walking in carefully.

“I got your drinks, boys…” you made sure to ask for names, getting as much information as you could from them, about who they were, playing it dumb and innocent, putting on your best Daisy Duke persona. “Oh that’s really wonderful, I know this place up near Sacramento…” you said after someone commented about taking you somewhere. “It ain’t too far from here is it?” you feigned newness, not knowing the area at all.

The group eventually left, and you got a hefty tip, probably because you had worn the right T-shirt today, and your Daisy Dukes. Putting the money in your shorts, you went back down to fetch the boys once you were sure the last associate of anyone in that bar room had left.

“Here’s the room they were in, complete with everything. So y’all can kinda see…whatever I can’t see.” you said as you ushered Tig and Chibs in, making sure no one could see their vests, walking right up behind them. You watched them whisper quietly and make phone calls, pointing out various things. You were glad you had chosen to stay out of the politics of it all, just knowing when to blow the whistle. “Fuck, sweetheart,and you’re okay?” Tig asked, his blue eyes soft as he wrapped you in a hug. You exhaled a long sigh, shaking your head as you let the anxiety take you over, your body trembling and shivering.

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, kidnapping, a lotta LOTTA violence, mentions of blood icon by @thatsness.

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A gun was pressed to your temple.

You breathed heavily and thought of everything you knew so far. They had Jax on the phone, you were pulled over on the highway without any cars driving by, the van was filled with three other men, one of them your darling date. They all had guns and you were still partially blindfolded… and incredibly tipsy.

Night had found it’s way to you, the stars bright and beaming. It was absolutely beautiful…except you couldn’t notice one bit. You could only feel the cold press of the gun’s mouth to your forehead. Like death itself was giving you a kiss. Whispering promises of your end.

- ✦ -

Jax put the phone on loud speaker and placed it in the middle of the table. The men had gathered round to listen, each sitting on whatever chair they could find. Or squatting to listen more intently.

“Am I speaking to Jax Teller?” The voice sounded, while Jax was hanging on the man’s every word, Chibs was trying to decipher noises in the background. There was nothing. No other voices, or sounds. Not even a car driving by. His mind ticked over.

“Yes, you’re speaking to Jax Teller,” Jax was trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. His arms crossed tightly across his chest, hands bunched into fists. Doing everything physically possible to keep the rage, the pain, the worry, inside.

“It was easy you know,” the voice replied, and Jax knew he was about to be taunted – he knew whoever this was, wanted him riled up. But he’d play along, because if this man was talking, then maybe he would let something slip. Even more importantly, it also meant if his attention was on Jax; then it wasn’t on you.

“What was?” Jax said through gritted teeth, his heart thumping wildly.

“Getting her into the van. She was more than happy to come home with another man.”

He heard your voice then, muffled but audible. “It was not easy getting me into the van!” Jax’s heart soared. Your fight was still there. Even in this fucked up situation. That was good. Really good. Because that meant you had hope.

But he heard movement and the hiss of words said away from the phone.

“Hey, hey!” Jax yelled, trying to get the attention back on him.

Like a dog to a whistle, the man pressed the phone to his ear and kept talking.

- ✦ -

Your words had been met with a sharp whack to face. Maybe if you hadn’t had so much to drink, your tongue wouldn’t be as loose. Or maybe it still would. Either way, you weren’t going to let this man spin the wrong story.

It was absolutely fine for you to want to have sex with another man. Your body is your own. A distraction from Jax was needed. You reminisced on the way your heart had broken. It hadn’t shattered like the poets had wrote, your heart was very much still there. But it was like someone had stabbed you straight through it and left the dagger there.

But now you felt utterly and completely stupid.

What had been a way to distance yourself from Jax, ended up being the way you were thrown right back in his path.

You listened, your legs tucked underneath you, as the man spoke. You let out a breath when he said he wanted money. So, this wasn’t just to get at Jax. It wasn’t retaliation.

This was about money.

Tears sprung to your eyes and you nearly cried from relief. But the man standing over you interpreted them differently.

“She’s crying now, just so you know. Your brave body-burner is crying,” he was mocking the both of you now. But you’d let him think what he wanted. Maybe if he thought you turned meek, you could use it to your advantage. You trusted Jax, but you needed to know that you could escape in somehow.

“Leave her be,” Jax snarled. God, he wanted to wrap his hands around the guy’s throat and squeeze until no air was left.

Chibs looked at Tig with alarm. How did he know she burned bodies? The guy … had been watching her. Just Zo? Or was it everyone? The guys? The old ladies…The kids? Chibs’ stomach churned but he didn’t let it show. He knew the position he held now. Second in command. Tig would’ve been that, but his love for Clay pushed him down a notch.

“Fine, fine. I’ll leave her alone, but I want something in return…”

- ✦ -

Juice’s fingers clicked and clacked on his keyboard, bringing up the coordinates. “It’s about a half hour’s ride.”

Jax ran a hand through his hair. His mind moving so fast he thought he might faint. This was what he feared, why he had denied you. He wanted to keep you as far away from him as possible, and that meant you’d be safe. Those that were close to him were targets.

He should’ve been smarter, he mentally berated himself. Shouldn’t have left you alone. When Jax let his emotions take over, something shitty always happened. He should’ve learnt by now.

“Even if we pull all the physical money we had, it still wouldn’t be enough for the fucker’s price,” Tig said, rubbing at his face.

Happy silently praying to his god, Please protect her. Keep her safe. Keep her from harm. Don’t let them hurt her. It was a strange relationship Happy had with religion. He knew what was good and what was bad, but he never thought what he did was as bad as what others did. And they still had god’s love. So, he must have it as well. And as long as god loved him, then surely the forgiving deity would answer this prayer.

“The banks would be too suspicious; a bunch of biker’s taking out money – they’d alert the coppers,” Chibs said. The guys already knew it, but having Chibs speak it out loud meant it was real.

For the first time in a long time, the clubhouse was completely silent. Even the croweaters had understood the message and flown away.

After a few beats of a heavy silence, Chibs spoke.

“…So, we fuckin’ fleece.”

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Time had passed but you had no idea how much. You were shaking, the temperature dropped at night, especially in the Fall. They hadn’t offered you anything; no water or blanket. Nothing for the bleeding wounds you had from when they forced you into the van.

Your shaking hadn’t ceased when the crickets stopped chirping, and the guy who was on watch, switched.

You huddled in your leather jacket, thankful that you were wearing jeans and boots. A scorpion had ran by your foot mere minutes ago. You watched it, nearing sober.

It was until the other fuckheads got out of the van that you knew hours had gone by. And shit…well shit was about to go down.

Their guns were pointed at you. Your heart skipped a beat, but you noticed one was still bleeding, and you smirked at him. The middle-aged man looked venomous, and he went to kick you, but his boss stopped him.

“Uh-uh-uh. No more injuries. The Prince’s orders.”

You balked. He still cares, you thought. You hadn’t consciously thought he’d stopped caring, but you were under the impression that he had. That Jax had removed you from his heart, and now you were only on professional terms. But that was far from the truth. So goddamn far.

It was still night, possibly around 3-4am and you still couldn’t see past the tree five feet in front of you. Your eyes drifted. It landed on the leader of this operation. The man with the plan.

You really looked at him then. And realised he was wearing a suit, even a tie. A thought popped in your head, of him wearing a bowtie. A red one with white spots. Maybe it was because you were so cold that your senses were dulled, or the liquor hadn’t fully left your system. But you let out a small laugh.

His gaze turned sharply to you, and you stopped. But the image didn’t go away. This man was a fucking clown. He spoke a big game, but you knew he was way over his head. You could tell by the shine of his shoes.

A real boss didn’t do the dirty work. That’s what his crew was for.

So, this guy had to be a newbie, you thought. Still staring at him.

- ✦ -

The bag of cash felt heavy in Tig’s arms.

It was a classic black duffle bag; however small, compact, and for good reason.

They had taken one of the vans; their bikes didn’t offer a lot of protection against bullets. Not like a vehicle did. Chibs, Tig and Jax were in the back, Juice was driving and Happy sat in the passenger seat. Bobby had gone over to Jax’s place, where Gemma was with the boys, just in case. The prospects were at the clubhouse, on watch.

They didn’t know this guy, and the fact that he knew about your job – well, it put the Sons on edge. It was Chibs’ order, Jax too in his head to think about anything else but getting to you.

“And you think this is gonna work?” Tig said, going to unzip the bag.

“If you stop fucking trying to open it, yeah. I think it will,” Chibs replied, halting Tig’s hand with his own.

“You think? Okay great you think, that’s just wonderful…” Tig said quietly, the Scotsman scowled, but ignored him.

“It’s gonna work,” Jax said definitively. There was no other option. No other way out of this. So, it had to work. He would make sure of it.

- ✦ -

Approaching you, Jax’s blue eyes landed on you and instantly they teared up. Gone was the master of deceit. The leader of a biker gang so revered. When he saw you there, bleeding and messed up, he broke.

But the tears of sorrow turned to tears of anger. And Jax remembered who the fuck he was. Where the fuck he was.

The desert.

Where no one could hear nor see what was about to happen.

The thugs stood around you, in a semi-circle, two had their weapons aimed at you, and two aimed at the Sons. Chibs had taken the bag from Tig and rearranged the money. “Canna trust you with anythin’,” he’d said as they exited the vehicle.

The crunch underneath their boots was the only thing you could hear. Your heart pumped wildly in your chest.

They were here. Really here. You had doubted them, you honestly had. Because who were you to them? Barely anyone important. Not family. You hadn’t known the club for long. Was this because of Jax’s feelings? He said he couldn’t go do it. Couldn’t be with you. But here he was, in the middle of nowhere, putting his club in danger. For you.

“You got the money?” The clown’s posture had changed as the Sons drew closer. His back straightened and his legs spread. Like he was trying to do a Superman pose. You nearly laughed, but knew this was definitely not the time.

Your almost lover yawned, and you glared. Hatred flaring. Without the drink, you realised he wasn’t as attractive as you thought.

Maybe getting kidnapped was a better option than waking up beside him …

“You get your money, after we get the girl,” Tig spoke.

“Not gonna happen.”

You noticed the lack of weapons. The Sons’ hands were empty. It had been apart of the deal, you knew that. But you thought they would’ve at least brought something…

The men’s concealing skills were much better than you knew. Because each had a gun tucked in the back of their pants.

And that’s how Jax knew he was up against a wannabe gangster.

They hadn’t checked the men for any weapons.

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MAMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BITCHES // Ez reyes : Nestor octeva CHAPTER 1

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Patiently waiting for ep 1 and 2 of mayans s5 😗

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"Uncle Tig we'll be fine , you said Marcus set us up with a house , stop whining." Jess said , Jessie Trager , the youngest niece of Tig , told the man who was spouting out profanities.

"He's right to worry , what if the sons and mayans go to war and they try to kill us for being related to him." Sage , her older sister stated.

"Thats not helping! , and your the one who wanted to move!" Jess exclaimed jumping up and down.

"Just stating the facts." Sage said .

"The lass is right , yer sure ya can't move somewhere close by." Chibs said , he became the president after Jax teller passed , he also happened to be Jessie's godfather.

"Alvarez said they needed a Docter that they could trust , Moving to santo Padre could make the bond stronger." Happy lowman stated , The tacoma killer was the godfather of Sage , who like him , was an expert of torture.

"I like torturing more than I like healing , but we get a house already set up and everything , It would be a shame to waste this oppurtunity , Plus Chucky's there , we'll know someone." Sage stated as Jess made a noise of disgust.

"Still can't belive you lost the card game and had to give up

Chucky." Jess said to Chibs.

"We'll be a call away Little girl , just calll if we need to kill some Mayans." Happy stated as Sage got into their packed car , Jess hugged the three men , hopping in.

"Where's the fun in that when you could do it yourself." Sage said winking as Jess started rambling about getting this show on the road.

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The two arrived at a house , it Reminded the girls of Piney's cabin , which they stayed at frequently , No other houses around , but not too far from town , it was perfect.

"Marcus , Thank you for this." Sage told the man she and her sister have known since they were children , The mayans and sons had their ups and downs , not only that but Sage had dated his son Esai , who would've proposed to her , until his death , she still has the ring on a chain around her neck , It was found by Diana , his mother ,and the first wife of marcus alvarez , who gave it to the then seventeen year old, no one has seen her sense the death of esai.

"No need for that niñita , welcome to Santo padre , if you two need anything , call." He said as they thanked him.

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"Angel where's your Prospect?" Obispo Losa , also known as Bishop , president of the mayans charter , asked

the man.

"He went too see our old man." Angel Reyes said , his little brother had some years shaved off his sentence , and is now prospecting for the club.

"Need him on this run , and Marcus wants him to show the trager girls around." Bishop said to him.

"Protection? , and the Bone lady and that little manipulator are here?" Angel said , you may be asking why he called Jess a manipulater , simply because she'll act dumb then end up beating you at your own game.

"Yes those two , Sage will be our go too doctor , Think he's ready?" Bishop questioned.

"Yeah." Angel said.

"Good." The shorter man said as he and Hank walked away.

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It went wrong fast , they got shot up , Sage and Jess drove to the rescue , Miguel was Pissed as he greeted the two.

Sage rushed over to Creeper , Greeting the men , Jess knew a bit of medical stuff thanks to her , so she helped with Riz,Ez and Sage locked eyes before she focused on creeper.

"So who was it ?" Miguel questioned the men , Creeper winced as Sage took a bullet out , cleaning the wound.

"Don't know , they were pros." Bishop said as Galindo looked through a book of fabrics.

"Well At least we didn't lose 2.4 million in product to a bunch of amateurs." Miguel stated.

"They ambushed us sir , came out of nowhere." Creeper said as Sage made a makeshift sling out of fabric , Riz had somewhat recover , Its the best she could do without proper equipment , he'll have to go to another doctor untill she can get her hands on Stuff.

"You'll need time to heal , no going out and about for awhile." Sage stated to creeper , as Jess started twirling around in circles until she sat down.

"We change route... , vehicle...,time and day, every run is different , So... they came out of somewhere , and someone gave them the details." Miguel stated getting up.

"No one in my club." Bishop stated as Creeper winced.

"Implying im the one foolish enough , to employ a traitor ? , hmmm." Miguel said , no one noticed the two girls , angel , and coco , glance at eachother.

"The guy holding Gilly was dark skinned , Ink on his arm , it looked like uh... tribal letters , B-T-T." Ez said , as a prospect , a new one , speaking out of turn without being asked was a big no no.

Sage loved it , she was gonna enjoy every second of it.

"He remembers shit , had guns at our heads , who knows what the hell he saw." Angel sajd turning back around.

"The Prospect." Miguel said as Jess got up looking through fabrics.

"B-T-T , base town tribe , samoan gang out of san Bernardino." Bishop said thinking.

"Didn't some of them do time for killing Haji ?" He asked.

"Fallujah , Rival company crazy as fuck." Coco said.

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After discussing who it was that shot them up , Miguel wanted the shot caller , and they were gonna get him what he wants , threataning to kill a mayan if the shot called isn't at his church pew by tommorow , but the girls did realize he glanced towards them for a bit.

Yeah so much for not being on his radar.

But anyways Bishop had punched Ez for speaking out of turn.

"You don't speak unless we tell you too , I don't give a shit what you remember , Educate your prospect." Bishop told him before turning to angel.

Sage clapped slightly gaining their attention , Before helping Ez up , checking his face.

They walked away with taza telling them to Bring creeper to the doctor that usually takes care of them , honestly why is she here , he also stated that El Padrino's on his way.

They're lucky she's being paid , Jess was skipping around creeper , who laughed at the girl , who seemed to brighten things up.

"Padrino , Godfather." Ez translated as Angel got him up from the chair Sage sat him down on.

"Alvarez , The reason me and Jess came here." Sage stated , As Jess ran ahead of them spouting nonsense,into the tunnels they went.

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"Right there , Careful!" Sage exclaimed , as She helped the older male docter prepare stuff.

"Hiciste un buen trabajo, quizás tenga que contratarte." The doctor said to Sage as Jess sat down.

(you did a good job , I might have to hire you)

"gracias señor, hice lo mejor que pude con lo que tenía a mano, y podría aceptar esa oferta." Sage replied perfectly.

(thank you sir , I did my best with what was on hand , and I might take you up on that offer.)

And then they got to work , with Jess asking when the fuck she learned spanish.

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Part 1 of ep 1 perro/oc

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Oh I cant wait to see how this goes...

Another drabble. Also #4 but for Happy.

Hmmm... yeah, I can do this... just you wait for the twist that comes at the end... ;)

Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

He strips you naked, positioning you in the centre of the room, his smile wide as he takes in every single dip and rise of your curves, hands reaching to stroke, tongue keen at the side of your throat, kissing, licking, the taste of your skin enchanting to him.

"Think you can be silent for me, baby? You have to stay quiet. Not a single noise, understand?”

"Of course, I can."

"Well, alright." He sinks to his knees, pushing your thighs apart, kisses trailing low across your hip before a sweeping lick over your slit has your eyes closing and mouth opening, but as he instructed, not a single sound of gratification is uttered. "God, you have such a sweet, pretty little pussy, honey."

He shows his appreciation by sucking at you greedily, your clit swelling within the vacuum of his lips, two fingers pushing into you, curling, raking, fucking you hard. "Still think you can be quiet?" he teases, looking up at you with a wink and what can only be described as a devilish grin.

"Oh yeah, I can be a good girl for you," you purr, suddenly jumping at the feel of two hands upon your tits, another body pressing to yours from behind.

"How about now?" Chibs asks, laying a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

OH YES THAT'S RIGHT I GAVE YOU BOTH YOUR REQUESTS IN ONE GO!

#happy lowman #happy lowman fanfiction #happy lowman smut #happy lowman drabble #happy lowman x female reader #chibs telford #chibs telford smut #chibs telford drabble #chibs telford x female reader #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy smut #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy drabble #ddd drabble requests

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magickhajiit · 2 years

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Hazer in Chief- Chapter 1 (SOA)

This hasn't been beta read so please forgive any mistakes my sleep deprived mind has made.

Chapter 1

After a long afternoon in the garage, fixing a beamer that some college kid had sent off-road, Chibs was ready for a drink. Pulling on his kutte he wanders out of the office, soon as he passes the doorway he can hear it; the low thumping of music pouring out the clubhouse. When he gets closer he can hear a variety of whoops and cheers stemming from behind the metal door, so much for his quiet drink.

Noise hits him the moment he steps into the room, it takes his senses a moment to adjust before he can take note of the people around him. A few out-of-state brothers sit in the leather seats, Chibs can recognise Happy Lowman amongst them showing off to those nearest a new smiley face tattoo, inked neatly onto his stomach. For the surrounding men, one of their croweaters acts as entertainment as she swings around the pole, her clothing leaving little to the imagination.

Most of his own charter brothers are scattered around the bar area, the neon signs on the back walls turning them into a palette of blues, greens, and reds. In the middle of the madness sits Tig and Half-Sack. The former is lent with his arms braced on the bar, a grin on his face. At this stage of a party, he’d usually be in the back with some women, but apparently he’s found the one thing he likes more than pussy, tormenting a prospect.

Half-Sack’s on the other side, sitting on a stool, he’s leaning over the bar, Chibs assumes to stop himself tumbling over. A row of shot glasses lines the bar’s surface and whilst a good half of them a filled with an amber liquid, the others sit empty.

Feeling the weight of the day already lifting off his shoulders Chibs walks a little closer, just within earshot but further enough away to avoid notice.

‘’The Sons have charters in how many countries?’’ Tig asks. A drink has already been picked up and he’s ready to push it into the boy’s hand. The game is unfair really, everyone in the room knows it. They know Half-Sack isn’t the brightest bulb, he’s more street-savvy than their last prospect but lacks any more academic intelligence than a wild ferret.

Speaking of their last prospect Juice is one of the surrounding men, his expression part amusement and part relief that Tig and his tormenting nature have now found a new victim. Right now, he’s the only one to have noticed Chibs hiding in the corner watching the fun from afar.

Both their attentions are pulled back to the game when a round of mocking remarks and laughter starts up again. Whatever Half-Sack answered clearly wasn’t right. Taking the glass he knocks it back, wincing when the sharp tang first reaches his lips.

It takes another two wrong answers for Chibs to venture over. When he does Half-Sack looks at his sponsor for help, Juice used to give him the same lost puppy look whenever Tig was picking on him, sometimes he would intervene, sometimes he wouldn’t. Snatching the whiskey bottle out of Tig’s hands he sends the group a withering stare.

The charade is shattered when he breaks out into a grin, before asking the prospect, ‘’When was Sambel founded?’’ The question is punctuated by him refilling the shot glasses to a chorus of laughter.

@viskovie decided to turn that idea into a quick fic.

#tig trager #chibs telford #juice ortiz #half-sack #soa #writing #fanfiction writing #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy #juice #hazing #prospect #viskovie

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chibisfanartcave · 3 years

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so, a cuple of things. 1, i got some new waterproof ink and some new watercolors which i admit i kind of fell in love it cus just…. preatty. and 2, i finally after years was able to get my hands on smt3: Nocturne for the ps2 ( featuring Dante from DMC) i am only 3 and a half hours into it, but i already love it.

#the demi fiend #smt3 nocturne #watercolor #traditional art #normal art? on my blog? its more likely then you think #turn based jrpgs with random encounters my beloved #*happy chib noises*#demi fiend #smt 3 #nocturne #non bnha #non bnha fanart

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Move out of my way before I make you - Happy Lowman

Warnings: violence, mention of blood, fighting

A/N: This is another one out of my google survey. Requests are still open. So send one in, if you want.

Happy is a jealous man. He always tells you and shows everyone in the room that you’re his. And no one is allowed to touch Happy's property. But he is not treating you like he owns you. He is very protective of you and although he knows you’re able to protect yourself and cause some trouble, he’s determined to not let that happen too often.

You and Happy are dating for a little more over a year now. Your dick of an ex never made the mistake to come too close to you, since everyone in Charming knew who Happy is and what he’s capable of doing. Apparently your ex gave a shit about it at tonight's party.

It was your sister's birthday. She rented a bar for a nice little party with her family and friends. Some of the SoA men were also there, since you brought her to the clubhouse quite often. She had a thing for Juice and he was also smitten by her. It was just a matter of time til they would end up together.

Happy, Chibs and Tig were standing somewhere in the back of the bar, talking and nursing their beer. You, your sister, Juice and some more friends were standing at the bar taking shots. Juice and your sister got more and more handsy the more shots they’ve taken. You didn’t notice him until he was standing behind you and all eyes looked in your direction. Your ex, Brian, was standing behind you with a wicked smirk on his lips.

“What do you want?” you spat as you turned around. He looked good, gained some muscle which he proudly showed off.

“You.” he said, leaning closer to your face.

“Not gonna happen and now leave. This is a party only for invited guests. And as I remember, you’re not invited.” You looked at him, but he didn’t move. You looked over where Happy was standing, Luckily he didn’t recognize him yet or else shit would break loose.

Juice tried to help you, but only made it worse. Brain was now grasping your arm trying to pull you outside where his friends were. Out of respect for your sister all the men left their guns at home, so there was no choice on threatening him away with a gun in his face.

Your protest stopped the whole party, the music turned down and all eyes were on you. Somehow you managed to get your arm out of his hold, but you were already outside. Brain was looking at you with an expression you never saw on him before. It seemed Brian had made some new friends as they were piling up behind him. In case of a fist fight it would be equal. 4 on 4.

“What do you want Brian? And don’t say it’s me, because that's the only thing you can’t have.” You weren’t scared of him. Happy and the others were already behind you. Happy couldn’t wait to throw his fists at Brian, but you hold him back. You wanted to know the reason.

“I told you. It’s you that I want and I’m not leaving without you.” That’s it. You lost it and you threw a punch at him. Straight to the nose. But nothing. It seemed like he was made out of steel.

“Move out of her way, before I make you.” Happy growled, now standing in front of you.

“Oh now you’re sending your new man. Never thought you had some daddy issues Y/N.” Now Happy lost it and all the other guys too. Happy lunged forward straight onto Brain while the others were simply watching. Fists were flying and you heard some cracking noises. Blood was on each of their faces and knuckles.

Brian stopped throwing back his fists and Tig and Chibs pulled Happy back up. You inspected his face and it seemed as Brian didn’t land good punches at Happy.

“And now” you kneeled down next to Brains face “you’re gonna leave and never come back. If I see your face ever again, I’m gonna show what daddy issues I have and let Happy shoot you straight in the head. Just nod if you understand me.” Brian nodded and you got back up.

“You” you pointed at his friends “get him home and if I ever see you again you’ll join him in his fate.” Happy threw an arm around you as you made your way back inside.

“Daddy issue, huh?” Happy asked you.

“Only in the bedroom and you know it.” you smirked and kissed him. “Let me clean you up and then continue this party.”

The party continued without any disturbance and Brain was never seen again.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman x reader

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