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Chalk Drawings

Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings

Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home.

Words: 1.9k

A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.

Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level.

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It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys.

The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you.

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers.

Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail.

“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece.

“C’mon Juice.” You nodded your head to wave him over.

“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile.

You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker.

“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl.

“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.”

“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.”

He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos.

“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice.

“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob.

“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it.

You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much.

“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece.

Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question.

“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her.

“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders.

“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.

“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it.

“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared.

Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.

The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door.

The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces.

“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!”

The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance.

Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew.

“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep.

He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear.

“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down.

“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.”

Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle.

“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded.

At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head.

“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension.

“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow.

Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation.

“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence.

“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling.

“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake.

“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father.

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep.

“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you.

“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms.

“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh.

“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids.

“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage.

“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.”

“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed.

“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled.

“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake.

“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you.

Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.”

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shyanddreamy · 8 months

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You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 3

Being in Charming again was strange, but above all it was scary. You had been out of the city for about five weeks, and now you were afraid that they hadn’t missed you or that they didn’t want you back. But it was too late to back out.

“Are you ready?”, Creeper asked you, rubbing your back tenderly.

As you didn’t have a car, Neron had offered to drive you to Charming. He was wearing a jacket over his kutt because it wasn’t a good idea for a Mayan to be seen in SOA’s territory without giving them a call first. For this reason, he had stopped his bike a few blocks from the Teller-Morrow workshop.

“I am”, you answered. “Thanks for taking me here. And for everything else.”

“It’s been my pleasure.”

The reality was that you were going to miss him, which wasn’t appropriate to say out loud or it could lead to misunderstandings.

“May we meet again”, you added instead. “And call if you ever need a hand. Even if it’s just to talk.”

“I’ll do”, he nodded. “The same goes for you, love.”

“Okay. I’ll do it too.”

Creeper was the kind of man who always looked after his people. And even though it was a goodbye for now, you already were one of his own.

With nothing more to say, you gave him a heart-felt hug which he did not hesitate to reciprocate. No words were necessary, so after a last smile, he took his bike and drove back to Santo Padre. Once you were alone, you took a deep breath and started walking down the street with a clear destination.

It was getting dark by the time you arrived at the TM, which was already close. However, their bikes were there, so you assumed they´ll be inside the clubhouse. Your heart beat so fast you thought it would explode. And for better or worse, one of the Sons had already seen you as he was sitting outside on the wooden table.

“Look at who we have here!”, Tig exclaimed. Both of you walked towards each other until he was able to welcome you with an embrace. “When have you come back? Come in, boys will love to see you.”

You didn’t have time to talk or even think again about whether this was a good idea or not because Tig guided you directly to the entrance. And his arm was still around your shoulders when you crossed the door, so you couldn’t run away.

“I have found a lost bunny outside, brothers”, was Tig’s way of announcing your return. And while you were telling him not to call you that, the rest of the boys came to give you a warm welcome.

For a few minutes, it was all hugs, questions about how you were doing, and sentences assuring you that they had missed you and were glad you were back. The situation changed when you caught Happy’s eyes on you. Even his brothers understood they should give you some space, so they went to the bar counter to take some beers. Only then, Happy slowly walked towards you, leaving half a metre between the two of you.

“Hey”, you said.

“Hey”, he responded.

Suddenly, you felt the atmosphere colder and a stronger stomach ache due to nerves. Anyway, nothing could change the excitement you were feeling for seeing him again.

“I’ve missed you.”

Happy tensed his jaw and, for a moment, you thought he was going to kick you out. Instead, he put one arm around your back to keep you close and rested his head on your shoulder regardless of the height difference between you. He wasn’t hugging you, it was more like he was looking for some kind of comfort from you. Like a child who has been hurt.

“Cut the bullshit you two and came with us to celebrate Y/N is back home”, Chibs said, which was enough for Happy to give you back your personal space.

“You just want an excuse to get drunk”, you responded while following Happy’s steps to the bar counter.

“Don’t see the problem in there, love”, he added.

A few hours went by while you were drinking and catching up. They told you some anecdotes from these days that you missed out on, and you answered their questions and told them some things about Santo Padre, the city and his people. You tried not to mention Creeper’s name just in case as you focused on telling them more amusing stories. One of the few times you mentioned Mayans was to make fun of the fact that they thought at first you might be some kind of spy.

With the intention of breath some fresh air after the heat you had experienced in Santo Padre, you went outside to smoke a cigarette. However, the person who decided to join you at the wooden table kind of surprised you.

“Tired already?”, Chibs asked you while lighting his own cigarette.

“A little bit”, you responded. “It’s been a long day.”

“Will you go home?”

“Where else?”

“Just asking”, he added, shrugging his shoulders.

“I know you have noticed that something’s going on between Happy and me”, you said. “He has barely spoken to me. That makes it pretty obvious.”

“He has barely spoken, but he didn’t take his eyes off you for a single moment”, Chibs pointed out.

“Yeah, I know.”

He took a long drag on his cigarette and slowly released the smoke before continuing to speak:

“When you left, he lost his head, Y/N. He banged all the croweaters he could at first and started drinking more than usual.”

It wasn’t nice to hear the great number of chicks in which Happy had had his dick in, but you couldn’t reproach him for anything. Not after what you had done with Creeper adding the fact that you weren’t exclusive at all.

“But then everything got weirder”, he continued. “He pushed away every single hoe that tried to get into his pants. And he was in a bad mood most of the time. I mean, more than usual. He also started sleeping in the clubhouse some nights, alone, as if he didn’t want to go home.”

“What the fuck does it all mean?”, you asked him, slightly confused. After Chibs words, there were so many conjectures in your head that you needed someone to confirm or deny them.

“What the hell should I know? I’m not in his damn head, Y/N”, he answered back. “But I’m not blind or stupid. I understand why you left as well as I know how much Happy cares about you. So, put your shit together.”

“You are so rude, Pres, but I get your point.”

Chibs smirked and shook his head.

“I just want what’s best for y’all.”, he assured you before the door opening caught your attention. “I think is my time to go back inside.”

As Chibs walked towards the door, Happy walked towards you, so their paths crossed. You saw Chibs muttering something to Happy, but you couldn’t make out what it was. Moments later, it was just Happy and you out there looking at each other.

“I’m gonna go home”, he announced. “Wanna come?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Happy just nodded in response, so you made your way to his bike. After he sat down on it, he offered his helmet to you.

“Thanks”, you muttered before taking a seat behind him. You had been away from him for so long that even this small distance made you nervous. In any case, you hugged him on the back, as you always did.

Your journey home was shorter than you expected. This could be because you would have liked to have more time before arriving at your destination, where you would have no excuse not to talk.

“I’ve never felt this way at home before”, you said due to both of you were in the middle of the living room looking at each other but without saying a single word.

“How?”

“Awkward.”

“Want to go?”, he asked you.

“No.”

“Want me to go?”

“No, of course not”, you assured him.

“So, what do you want?”

“Don't know. Talk, maybe?”, you suggested, slightly ironically.

“You should talk. You were the one who left.”

“But I left because you didn’t…”, you didn’t finish the sentence, but Happy frowned anyway.

“Because what?”, he growled.

It was time. If he wanted you to talk, you would tell him the raw truth.

“I left because I was hurt. Because seeing you banging randoms chicks under my nose was hurting me”, you said loud and clear. “I love you so fucking much that it hurts, Happy. But you have to tell me. You have to tell me that you don’t feel the same so I can move on.”

Your eyes were watery, but you didn’t shed a single tear. You have practiced this conversation in your head too many times and now you had to keep your composure. Crying would make nothing better.

“So, that’s why you’re here”, Happy pointed out. “You want to hear what you want and leave again.”

“It would be the most reasonable. But I want to move on, not to leave you.”, you acknowledged. “What I have realised is that being away from you is even more painful, Happy. And I would rather have a little of you than none at all, but I can’t keep waiting for something from you that will never come.”

After you stopped talking, Happy remained silent for a few minutes. You were thinking that he might be looking for the right words to reject you when he took something out of his kutt pocket and gave it to you. Frowning, you unfolded the folio to find something that made you frown even more.

“What’s this?”

“A hotel. Halfway between Santo Padre and Charming”, he briefly explained to you. “I booked a room. For us.”

“What? Why?”

“I told you. I thought the trip would be good for you. That some time alone would be good for us”, he added. “I didn’t expect you to stay at Santo Padre.”

“I had no fucking idea, Happy. How was I supposed to know? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You took your decision. I didn’t have to make up your mind for you.”

You were wordless. Of all the things you thought could happen, this wasn’t one of them. And for once in a long time, it was his turn to speak his truth.

“I’ve never had an Old Lady or any of that bullshit. I thought I'd never want it, but you are so fucking annoying”, he said, pretty mad. “You hurt me too abandoning me, but still all I could think was that I wish you were safe. And this house was so fucking lonely it sucked. So, I’m sorry if this’s not what you wanted to hear, but I fucking love you, Y/N. Call it how you want, I don’t care, but just don’t leave me again.”

Two tears had run down your cheeks at his confession. You had to take a deep breath before you could walk towards him, feeling your whole body shaking.

“I know I was wrong. It was wrong to try to push you away. To try to convince myself that it wasn’t something more”, he continued even though you were now inches away from him. “But I have no fucking idea what I’m doing. This is not like anything I’ve ever done before.”

You brought your hands to his face, gently cupping it as you gave him a soft smile.

“I’ve never thought I'd say that, but for once, stop talking, Happy.”

Happy pursed his lips, completely serious, and waited not knowing what for. Your heart ached again, but this time the reason was different. You left because you weren’t on the same page, when in fact you were.

“I didn’t have a fucking clue when I left Tacoma to come to Charming with you either. The only thing I did know was that I wanted to be with you”, you assured him. “That’s all that mattered then and that’s all that matter now.”

As soon as you finished the sentence, you kissed him, as you had wanted to do since you first saw him in the clubhouse. And when he felt your lips on his, he put his arms around you to reduce the distance between your bodies. The passion with which you kissed each other was high, but you both needed more.

You slipped your hands under his shirt and Happy quickly gave you a hand to get rid of his kutt and shirt. When you felt his warm skin under the palms of your hands, you bit his lower lip with desire.

“I’ve missed this so much”, you muttered, but the sound of your shirt being torn confused you for just a few seconds. “You had no need to do that!”

But all you could see was his mischievous smile.

“I do needed it. I’ve missed you too.”

From that moment onwards, you could no longer contain yourselves. Your clothes were scattered on the living room floor, and your lips would be swollen from so much passionate kissing. You had left wet kisses and bites all around Happy’s neck and his fingertips would probably be marked on your skin by then. You didn’t even waste time on going to a bedroom or, at least, to the sofa. Instead, Happy cornered you against the nearest wall and wrapped one of your legs around his waist. When he couldn’t wait any longer, he plunged himself down inside you and stayed like that for a few seconds.

“Shit. I’ve missed you so fucking much”, he panted.

As his movements became wilder, the only thing you could do was sink your nails in his back and his shoulders, moaning like you wanted the whole world to hear you. Happy knew everything about your body, but your body also reacted differently to him than to anyone else. Everything was better with him. And it wasn’t just your body, it was your mind and your heart too. Every single part of you was in sync with Happy. And in some moment, the three words you had never said before during sex escaped from your mouth.

“I love you.”

You had said those words to him many times. For instance, every time he went on a mission, because you cared so much about him and wanted him to be safe, but you’ve never said that when you were hooking up. It would have been out of place. But now, in that moment, those words meant all the things you couldn’t express any other way.

“Again. Say it again”, he growled.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much”, you repeated as it was a mantra while his thrusts got harder. “I love you more than my life. More than everything. And I’ll love you forever.”

With those words sounding close to his ear, accompanied by your moans, and burying his head on you neck, Happy got his release. You could tell by the way his muscles tensed and his fingers sank into your thigh and hip.

“Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“It would be a sweet death at least”, you responded. “But now I really need to sit down. My legs are shaking so badly I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand on my own when you let me go.”

You went straight to the sofa and didn’t do a single thing except catch your breath. The only thing Happy moved from the sofa for was to get the packet of cigarettes out of his trouser pocket. And as he lit his, he did the same with yours.

“It’s been quicker than usual”, you pointed out.

“Fuck you. It’s been a while”, he defended himself. “Besides, I've all night to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Sounds tempting”, you nodded while biting you lower lip. “But I'd like some timeout. Do you want a beer?”

“Please.”

You spent some time talking calmly about the last few weeks you had been apart. You spoke of trivial things, but also of cloying ones, such as the times when you had been on the verge of calling the other to talk for at least a few minutes. You had to mention that you had spent a few nights with one of the Mayans from Santo Padre, but without explicitly saying that you had been fucking. However, Happy wasn’t the right person to blame you for anything either. Instead, you told him that Creeper had helped you find a decent room in a considerably better motel, and that he had given you a couple of recommendations for nice places to go and places to avoid. After the talk, you went to Happy’s room this time, and once there you took your time to give each other a few more orgasms. Maybe with that pace you could make up for the lost weeks. Having finished such and intense and exhausting activity, you could easily have fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the fact that, odd as it may seem, Happy still wanted to talk.

“You know how this life is. The danger. Why do you still want to be with me?”

“During the years, I've learnt to understand your life. What the kutt means and everything that it involves”, you responded. “Dangerous or not, it’s your life. You chose it and I respect it. And I love your brothers. They are my family now too.”

“But I’m gonna die, Y/N. Someday. For my club”, he added.

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“It’s a possibility.��

“So, I could die too someday. You know that what I do to earn money isn’t safe either.”

“You won’t die as long as I’m here.”

“Maybe. But what if we die? Everybody dies. And I prefer to spend the time we have together. No matter what.”

“Sounds good”, he acknowledged. Anyway, he still had doubts. “But I’m fucked up. You can’t deny it.”

“Of course you are. You are as fucked up as I am.”

“It’s not the same.”

“I don’t give a shit about what differences you see”, you answered back. “I may be one of the people that knows you better, the good and the bad. And I still love you. You’ve never scared me. I see you, Happy, and I still love you with all my heart.”

“Thanks”, he muttered. “For loving me despite everything I am and everything I do.”

“Cut the bullshit”, you growled while hitting him with the right amount of force in the ribs. “You are talking like a crybaby.”

“Sorry”, he answered, this time with a slight smile on his face. “I just don’t want you to regret it.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Okey. Fine.”

Happy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on his bedside table and made himself comfortable on the bed, pulling you towards him so that your head rested on his chest.

“So, are you gonna be here, right?”, he asked you in a soft voice while his hand caressed your still naked body. “Tomorrow morning, I mean.”

“Yeah, I’ll be here”, you responded tenderly. “Tomorrow morning and every other morning. I’m not going anywhere anymore.”

“Sounds good.”

“Sounds perfect”, you pointed out.

←Part 2 // Part 4→

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filipfuckingtelford · 9 months

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Just before the shadows fall. Part 1

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic.

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Juice was sitting with his brothers at the bar in the clubhouse, having beer. He was looking at Happy from time to time, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the right moment and finally the killer noticed it.

"What?" Lowman turned to Ortiz suddenly making him jump.

"What what?" Juice still wasn't sure if he was ready to ask especially now when Happy seemed annoyed.

"You're staring at me like I'm a ghost or something, what do you need, boy?" Happy rolled his eyes.

"Um... yes, I was just wondering is it true that you own a tattoo studio?" Juice finally asked his quiestion.

"Yeah, for almost four years now, why?" Happy shrugged when he realised the boy didn't need anything special.

"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.

"So?" Hap raised his brows as if he couldn't understand where this was going.

"I was wondering if you will give me a contact of the artist who works in your tattoo shop" Juice shrugged.

"What for?" Happy was now teasing the boy and Tig, Bobby and Chibs who were watching him started chuckling quietly.

Juice rolled his eyes "I wanted a contact of your artist. From you tattoo shop. So I will have my new tattoo done by the artist at your tattoo shop"

"Okay" Happy wrote a number on the napkin and passed it to Juan Carlos.

"Oi, our kid is going to meet her finally" Chibs smirked and nudged Tig's shoulder.

"Yeah, right. It's gonna be interesting" Trager nodded watching Juice who was saving the phone number to his cell.

"What are you talking about, guys?" He looked at his brothers confused.

"Oh just go there and you will see" Bobby nodded.

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Y/N opened her eyes and gasped, looking at the ceiling. This dream felt so real though Juice was gone so long ago. Seeing him was something to unsettle her and she sat up in her bed trying to calm down. Chibs growled in his sleep and woke up as he felt his wife move. He looked at her confused. "What happened lass?" "I just had a..." Y/N paused, she couldn't call it a nightmare. She was so glad to see Juice alive even if it was just a dream.

"Just had what?" Chibs sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"A dream" She sighed leaning closer to Filip and closing her eyes. Y/N didn't know how to tell her old man about what she'd seen.

"What was it, lass? Don't make me worry, what happened?" Chibs seemed to really worry about his old lady at this point.

"I've had a dream about Juice" Y/N finally confessed. This boy was long gone and Chibs and her didn't talk about him ever. Both of them cared about Juice, both of them were struggling with grief of him being gone. Filip knew why it happened though but he never told his wife about it. "Oh, lass" Chibs sighed, holding her closer to himself "I know ye miss him. I miss him too. But it's long gone, try to calm down and have some sleep" Y/N only nodded slightly and laid down as soon as Filip let her go. She nestled to him as close as she could searching for comfort. Yet as she closed her eyes she saw Juice again. His bright smile, so careless and happy, his big brown eyes. The boy was something special, the way he looked, how much he loved his brothers. Y/N never knew what happened to him and it was something that haunted her even after several years.

Being comforted with Chibs' hug, Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep again without any dreams luckily.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N was in the tatoo shop, her client just left and she was cleaning her workstation waiting for the next one to come. It was Juice and she had all evening booked for him as she usually did for Sons since their tattooes were always interesting yet complicated.

The door bell rang announcing Juan Carlos' arrival. Y/N turned to him and stood up to greet the client.

"Hello, Juice. How are you today?" She asked with a soft smile, admiring this handsome boy.

"Hi, Y/N" Otriz greeted, leaning against the counter, his big brown eyes fixed on her "I'm good, nice to see you"

The tension in the air was so thick. The two of them liked each other there was no doubt, but none of them dared to make a move. Y/N was a professional though so she forced herself to think about the new ink he wanted. They've been discussing it recently and she managed to draw several scetches for Juice to pick the one he liked.

"Let me know which one you want" She put several papers on the counter infront of Ortiz and he looked at those, whistling.

"Wow. I'd have all of those if I could" He laughed looking at the designes Y/N offered while she was picking paints and napkins she needed for work. Finally Juan Carlos took one of the papers and nodded "This one"

"Okay, Juice, but it's the last time I draw such a creepy shit for you" Y/N teased as the so to called face he wanted really was scary "Take your shirt off and get yourself comfortable"

"Okay. Sorry for that" The boy realy seemed to be sorry, but he didn't say anything else, instead he took his kutte off and placed it on the back of the chair, then his t-shirt was off with one move.

Y/N couldn't stop herself from looking at him, his body was perfect and oh god this boy was hot. She was so glad to have a legal reason to touch him.

Juice sat down and allowed Y/N to start her work. For awhile there was no other sound than a quiet buzz of the tattoo gun and she was enjoying the process. Y/N noticed that Juice was sometimes looking at her and they were so close to each other it could be easy to kiss him right now. The thought just didn't go no matter how she tried to make it to.

Suddenly, when she paused to add some more paint to her gun, she heard Juice's voice, a bit shaky and low. He seemed nervous.

"Will you... um... I wanted to ask you out, Y/N" Juan Carlos said never taking his eyes off of her.

Y/N raised her brows surprised as she turned to him. Oh god he was nervous, it was so obvious, she couldn't hide a smile forming on her lips. How could she reject him? Those big brown eyes were making her heart melt.

"I'd love to, Juan Carlos" Y/N nodded and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N woke up trying to figure out what was going on with her. Why all of a sudden she started having dreams about Juice? Why did she have a crush on him in those dreams? They were quite close, that was true, but there was nothing between them ever. She always loved Chibs. And Juice passed away several years ago.

This second dream happened while Chibs was on the run and waking up from a dream like that in an empty house was not what Y/N needed. She turned the light on and took her phone. It was 4 am. Too early to call Filip.

"Fuck" Y/N sighed and got out of bed, she went to the kitchen and poured herself some wine to calm down. Taking a sip she sat on the couch trying to recall every detail of the dream she had.

She was someone else. Same name, but Y/N remembered looking at herself in the mirror in a dream and she looked different. In real life she had black hair, bob haircut, green eyes. In her dream it was a blong girl with long curly hair and her eyes were so bright blue it hardly could exist in reality.

The tattoo shop existed though, Happy was the owner and it was exactly the same in her dream, but Y/N knew both artists who worked there for last seven years, none of them looked like this girl. She never saw her, yet in her dream she was this girl. And in her dream Y/N had no idea about herself, like she didn't exist at all. Like she was seeing some parallel univers with her other life. It was weird, but couldn't harm her after all.

She downed her wine and it helped to ease her nerves a little so Y/N went back to bed. She decided to not tell Chibs about this dream, she didn't want him to doubt her, because no matter how much she missed Juice, here in her real life the only man Y/N loved was Filip.

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Y/N was at home, small flat at the edge of the town. She was waiting for Juice to come, he promised, and he was late. He was never late, using any opportunity to see her since they've started dating. And now she was worried. Something happened and she knew it. Dialing his number again and again she was walking back and forth in her bedroom but he never answered her calls.

She finally headed to the living room and sat on the couch, turned the TV on and tried to distract herself with anything. Y/N didn't notice how she fell asleep, holding her phone tight in case Juice will call.

The knock on the door made her wake up. She ran to the door and opened it without a second thought. Y/N knew it was her boy, though there could be any kind of a stranger outside. It was Juice though. He seemed tired, several bruises on his face, but he was alive and he came to her.

"Boy, god, I was so worried" Y/N pulled him inside and closed the door, then cupped his face with her palms gently and kissed him. It made Ortiz hiss with pain, but he kissed her back eagerly.

"I'm sorry, girl. Had some shit to sort out" Juice apologized, holding her in his arms. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you and you won't like it"

"God. What is it?" Y/N pressed her forehead against his, trying to calm down. Kissing his lips again and again.

"We'll get arrested and sent to jail tomorrow" He sighed.

This was not what Y/N expected. She knew it could happen. Happy was in jail couple of times since they met. But for Juice it was so not fair. They've been together for only a month now and he would be taken away from her. And god only knows what could happen while he was inside.

"Fuck, boy, it's so unfair!" Y/N whimpered against his lips, her palms stroking his head.

"I know, girl. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it" Juice sighed, kissing her back. He needed to feel more of her while he could.

"What did you do?" She asked, though she knew the answer.

"I can't tell, I'm sorry" Ortiz said exactly what she expected to hear. He hated that he couldn't tell her anything about the club and Y/N knew it "But it's not only me, most of the club will be arrested"

"God" She closed her eyes fighting back tears "For how long?"

"One or two years, girl. I don't know exactly" Juice confessed after a pause. Then he pulled away slightly, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. So blue, so bright. He adored her eyes as much as she loved his "I will understand if you want to break up, baby. I know this is not what you deserve, just let me stay with you for this last night"

"Silly boy. Do you really think I will abandone you because of this?" Y/N felt tears running down her face. "I won't go anywhere, Juice. There's nothing in this world that can make me leave you. I will be right here waiting for you to come back"

She needed him to know he would be missed and she will be waiting for him.

"Fuck, girl, I will miss you so damn much" Juice smiled faintly, kissing her again "Don't cry, please, It's breaking my heart. I didn't mean to hurt you, ever"

Y/N felt so lost and hurt. But at the same time she knew, he needed support now. Not the right time to be selfish and pity herself. She had to take care of her boy.

"You know what?" She said, tugging him towards the bedroom "I don't want any sorrow tonight. We still have some time together"

"You sure?" Juice seemed hesitant as he was led towards the bedroom. They've been dating for a month but never stepped on the next level.

"As much as I like to tease you, boy, I want you to know exactly what will be waiting for you when you come back" Y/N smiled gently and leaned closer, whispering right to his ear "Juan Carlos"

Every time she was whispering his name Juice felt his heart race, it made him want her so bad and he couldn't help it.

"Minx" Ortiz laughed, allowing her to lead him to bedroom.

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Y/N woke up still feeling Juice's touch. His lips, his hands. His body. It was so wrong, she didn't know what to do. Her husband, the only man she ever loved in her life was sleeping next to her. It was always Chibs. But now she had dreams about Juice, with every new one she loved him more, there in the dream. In reality it only made her miss him and feel sorry about him.

She sighed and laid down, nestling next to Chibs who hugged her not even waking up. Protecting her was his instinct. Y/N felt comfortable and safe, as she usually felt next to her husband. She just kept asking herself what were those dreams about and couldn't find an answer.

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs #soa imagine #chibs imagine #soa #chibs x reader #juice ortiz #sons of anarchy fanfiction #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz x oc

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Love Hurts

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Thank you to @yourwonkywriter for reading this before hand

Warning: Extreme heartbreak, OC death (no graphic details but there is mention of blood), Hurt/then angry revengeful Happy.

Summary: someone from Happy’s pass has come back for retaliation and Y/N just happens to be the one that gets caught alone at their house. Based on Love Hurts by Nazareth. Chibbs, Tig, and Bobby, Jax, Gemma make an appearance.

Tag 🏷: @yourwonkywriter @withmyteeth @nestorsgirlfriend @chibsytelford @tellingyouastory @raewritesfiction @challengeahellcat @redpoodlern @twistneteclipse @darklydeliciousdesires @indefiniteimagines @anotherredwoodoriginal

A/N: I honestly have no idea where this idea came from and I wanna apologize now.

Happy was standing at the bar with Gemma and the boy when Chibbs phone rang and it showed Y/N Chibbs laughs and says “Y/N drunk dial me again?” Poking fun at Happy who makes a face and says “it was a misdial, don’t get to excited” Chibbs answers and put it on speaker and the gut wrenching scream that came though the speaker put everyone on high “ HAAAPPPY!! HELP! Fuck you! Ow ow Ow! Snake 🐍 tattoo neck!” Then the phone goes silent

Gemma screams “GO! I’ll call Unser!” Happy instantly regretted driving the van to the shop he knew Jax, Chibbs, Tig, Bobby would get there first, which made he fell a little at easy but then the Snake Tattoo comment made him remember something.

The boys pull up to Happy and Y/N’s house and the door was kicked in. Jax tells Tig to keep and eye out for Happy and keep him outside until they know what is happening. And tells Chibbs to check out back and takes Bobby in the front with him. They make their way to the front door and sees all the blood Jax calls out “Y/N!!!!” Bobby notices here first between the bedroom and the hall and instantly goes to her. She is barely hanging on and starts to fight off Bobby until she recognizes his voice “Y/N calm down and try to tell me what you remember? I know Happy taught you how to remember certain things?” At the mention of Happy’s name you start to hyperventilate and say “don’t wanna leave him!” Bobby lies to you “you are not going to leave him but I need you to tell me what you remember!” just as Chibbs joins Jax and Bobby and says “Jesus”

She says “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Y/N is starting to choke on her blood and coughs Bobby who is holding as best as he can and to make her as comfortable as he can he looks at Jax and Chibbs and shakes his head signalling that you are not going to make it. He says “you did good darling”. Y/N say tell Ha-ha-ppy that I love him with everything I had and I don’t blame him and not to blame himself.” With that she is gone.

Just then they hear the van coming up the street and Chibbs says “I got happy! Tig will need help keeping him out” Chibbs walks out the front door to Tig and tells him “she’s dead and we have to keep him out or he is going to lose his shit” tig say “oh fuck! how the fuck are we going to do that he is crazy about the woman and if need be he will shot us!” Chibbs says “I will figure out what to tell him but if need to we will fight him if we need to.”

Happy pulls up and hopes out only to be stopped by Tig and Chibbs and Chibbs tells him “you don’t wanna go in there, you don’t wanna remember her like that brother” Happy looks at him confused for half a second and says “no! No she’s not” just then Gemma pulls up with Mercer and comes up to Happy, Tig and Chibbs and says “what happened?” Jax and Bobby walk out the front both are visibly upset Jax is crying and Bobby is covered in blood. Gemma says “Happy I am so sorry I don’t even know what to say”. Happy attempts to make charge to the house and it takes everyone to keep him out and Chibbs “saying you don’t wanna see her like that! I will be haunted how I saw her!”

Bobby says “she told me to tell you that she loves you and she doesn’t blame you!” Happy never being a man of many emotions is full on crying over the first woman besides his mother that he truly loved and he knows it’s his fault regardless of what Y/N says. He looks at Bobby and says “what else did she say?” Bobby looks at him “we need to deal with this before we deal with that person, we have to give her some peace and once she is laid to rest we will revisit what we are dealing with”

Jax looks and Unser “get the coroner here and make sure she is treated properly she is not to go to Skeeter or we will have another body, I also hope you know we will be dealing with this together and the moment we notice you are not making any progress we will take over from you cause you know if we don’t Happy will go rogue and will kill everything he thinks is blocking his way to this person.” Unser says “figured that was how it was going to play out. Tell happy that I am sorry for his loss.”

Five days later

The guys, Gemma and the crow eaters had gotten Happy’s place cleaned even though he hasn’t been back there and probably will sell or set it on fire he know he would never go back there. Two days after Y/N murder Happy finally got to see her and get his goodbye he was grateful that Chibbs stopped him from going in the house see her in the morgue was hard enough for him and he isn’t even sure he has ever cried this much the 6 year he got with her didn’t seem long enough he wanted to marry her and have babies with her but someone took that from him.

Now five days later is was her funeral, Gemma took over cause Happy was to depressed and couldn’t even talk about flowers let alone caskets. Gemma went all out for the funeral and found the perfect spot in the graveyard after she will be cremated where Happy could visit Y/N alone it was under a Willow tree where the tree will always shade and protect them. She made sure she was going to be buried in her favourite dress. She found a crematorium two hours away who was willing to do it for her. She got the flowers set up and even though Gemma thought it was best not too Happy wanted an open casket he didn’t want to say his final goodbyes to a lid.

Just before the funeral Bobby called a meeting so he could tell everyone what Y/N said “snake tattoo, light skin something about payback and how I will do for it. Combat boots.” Jax ask “Happy does that sound familiar?” Happy nodded “I know who it is he blames me for his brothers overdose but I was just with the drug dealer who sold him the drugs and Tyler was killed in another drug deal about 10 years ago I figured that was that but I guess I was wrong and completely let my guard down and Y/N paid the price” Chibbs “where do we find this fucker? Cause I think I can speak for everyone and say we need to find him and torture him tell he is dead!” Happy says “no this is my fight and it’s something I cannot drag you guys in”

Tig says “no offence Brother a little late for that! We are all affected by this not just you we are all hurting and there is a lot less light around this place now that Y/N is dead so again where do we find him?” Happy looks at everyone and for the first time sees how hurt his brothers are and feels even more pain and says “we will look for him after we put Y/N to rest as I know someone who will probably know. And if they won’t there will be a lot more Happy faces added”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the church the song Gemma picked was Y/N favourite song 🎵 You are my Sunshine by Music Travel Love🎵 which was a Johnny Cash cover it made everyone cry even more. Jax, Happy, Chibbs and Bobby made the drive up to the crematorium was quiet and mournful as they made their way there more and more charters joined to make sure they got there and it was then how much Happy realized Y/N touched everyone and it broke him even more and all he could think “Revenge!! I will show you Revenge!! I will take every single person he knows out so he knows I am coming and he will have nowhere to hide and plans to make his death even more painful then he made Y/N death.”

At the crematorium John was waiting for them to show up he closed early and made sure no one would be there but the small party that was showing up well that was what he was expecting he didn’t except over 60 bikers to show up with a van. Jax got out and greeted John and said they were expected here and John said “I wasn’t expecting so many people just a couple people.” Jax said “only the ones in the van who were going in, thank you for doing this for us” they got Y/N out from the back of the van and loaded her into the fire pit. John showed them how to work it and left them to have their final farewell.

After they said their goodbyes they left Happy alone he whispered to her “I am so very sorry this happened to you and I should have know better to let you get involved with me. I am so happy I got to love you with every ounce of my being even though I never deserved you or your heart. I will make this right even though it will never bring you back I promise never to go to your grave tell I get him. I love you so much Y/N I always will tell I can be with you again” he wiped his face pushed the table in closed the door and turned the fire one and stood there watching for what seemed like forever. He would make sure he told John that he would want some of your ashes for a tattoo and for ring he was going to get made.

16 months later

20 bodies later and 20 kills later they finally found him and it took him 8 days for his body to finally give out with the tranquilizers and other pills that Tig was able to get his hands on. Happy felt a little more at peace knowing he was gone.

He got a ring made with your ashes made and he always wears it on his ring finger. Today he got the tattoo he designed for Y/N to have your ashes added in with the ink. It was put over his heart with the saying “You are my Sunshine” with your favourite flowers.

He visits your gave almost every day now.

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negansdoll · 4 years

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« Tell me you love me »

Part 1/2

( Happy Lowman x Reader )

Summary : Happy comes back to Y/N after 2 weeks away from Charming.

It was a Saturday night, the Sons were on the road since almost two weeks and you had no news from Happy, your boyfriend, which was making you anxious.

Tara walked to you and, seing you were sad, she sat next to you.

- Hey Y/N... You’re alright ? she asked, taking your hand.

- I don’t know... I’m just... I’m worry about the guys... about Happy... you said as you were about to cry.

- It was hard for me too at the beginning with Jax... When he was away for a week or two and I had no news, I was imagining the worst, but don’t worry, she smiled.

You smiled back at her before shedding a tear.

You were with Happy since two months and that was the first time he was away for so long and it was too hard for you.

- I’m sorry... you said before standing up and walking to the small bedroom of the clubhouse.

Once you were in, you burst into tears. You loved Happy too much and you missed him more that than you thought you would.

You’ve met seven months ago, when you arrived at Charming. You brought your car which had a problem to the Teller Morrow automotive repair and Happy was the one who helped you.

When you saw him, you instantly fell for him... Your car, by being old, had a lot of problems and everytime you came back, Happy was always there to fix the problem. You became friends and two months ago... you became more.

You were sitting on the bed, crying, looking down to the ground when someone opened the door.

- Please... leave me alone... you slowly said, thinking it was Tara.

- You really want me to leave baby ? said a familiar voice.

You instantly looked up and when you saw Happy, standing in the door frame you stood up and ran to him.

You almost jumped in his arms and held him as tight as you could.

Happy chuckled before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him.

- I miss you so much... you whispered, still crying.

- I missed you too Y/N... Is that the reason why you cry ?

You looked up to him before he wiped away the last tear you shed.

- I was worry... worry for you... not having any news of you was... that was too hard.

Happy slowly smiled, you were looking like a child. That was the first time he was in a serious relationship and he couldn’t help but feel guilty for making his girl feel bad.

- You shouldn’t worry for me. I’ll always be alright Y/N, he said looking into your eyes before leaning towards you to reach your lips.

You closed your eyes and put one of your hands on his cheek and slid the other one under his white shirt.

Happy broke this first kiss to catch his breath before kissing you again with more passion.

He wrapped one of his arms around your back and put his other hand on your neck.

You shivered when you felt his tongue slowly sliding between your lips to find yours and intensify this kiss.

You missed his lips, you missed his touch and you missed his kisses so much that you could have explode of happiness right at this moment.

- Tell me you love me... you whispered,

Happy smiled, caressing you cheek.

- I love you Y/N, he slowly said.

- And I love you too, you said before pressing yours lips against his.

You were kissing over and over again when someone knocked at the door.

You both turned your head as Chibs opened.

- Sorry to interrupt ya guys, Y/N, it’s nice to see ya.

- I’m glad to see you too, you smiled.

- Jax want us at the table Hap’, now.

Happy nodded before Chibs walked away.

- I gotta go, it won’t be long, said Happy looking back at you.

- Alright. When it’s finish, you take me home.

- No problem baby, he smirked. Don’t worry for that.

You smiled and kissed him again before releasing him.

- It won’t be long, he then said before walking away.

Hope you liked it ✨

Part 2 here

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lowmansgirl · 6 years

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Happy Lowman x Reader

Happy Lowman imagine based on the song Sweet Child O’ Mine By Guns N’ Roses: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1w7OgIMMRc4

Y/N surprises Happy at the clubhouse and he’s grateful you’re there to comfort him after having a bad day.

If you enjoy this, check out my Happy Lowman fanfic on wattpad!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/162392428-the-kiss-of-death-a-happy-lowman-fanfiction

I spent my day off from the office laid on the couch. It had been weeks since my last day off and even longer since I waited around the clubhouse to surprise Happy. He had dedicated so much time to the club lately and I knew the level of stress he experienced. I’ve tried my best to stay out of his hair, pun intended, but I missed my old man. I didn’t mind my new at the law firm, some of my coworkers are even incredibly supportive of my relationship with SAMCRO, but I missed my previous job at Teller-Morrow. I met Happy when I worked as a receptionist here and we’ve been inseparable since. He made our relationship official and asked me to be his old lady about a year ago. I couldn’t tell if my career change or an increased pressure from the club was the cause of our distance.

I waited around for hours before the guys arrived, but I didn’t mind the alone time. I wasted time as I scrolled through my social media feed and read a few chapters from a new book I had picked up, activities I had sacrificed this past couple of months because of my job. The boys strolled in a few at a time, all surprised to see me. Chibs was the first to approach me. “Ay lass. Did Happy call ye here?” Instantly I had a strange feeling. I couldn’t think of any reason Happy would’ve called me when he thought I was at work today. “No. Is everything okay?” I tried my best to seem casual, but I knew Chibs sensed my concern. He hesitated for a moment then said, “rough day. Ye should talk ta him, he’s still sittin’ on his bike.” I thanked Chibs and excused myself to go find Happy. I spotted him seated on his bike from across the lot and flashed him a smile. I felt comfort as I stepped outside, like I had been hugged by the sun. The weather was just the right temperature to keep warm from the breeze. I couldn’t help but notice the vibrant blue colored sky, crystal clear besides one large, dark gray cloud looming overhead.

I was more than surprised to see Y/N walking toward me, I assumed she’d be at the office. Regardless of the shit day I had, I knew Y/N could fix everything. I saw her smile as she walked toward me. She was blissfully unaware of her beauty. As I watched her, I remembered a time in my life when I didn’t feel incredibly overwhelmed. Y/N was the strongest woman I knew beside my own mother, but still graced life with a child-like intuition. If just for one moment, I felt the same when I witnessed her smile. I look away. I knew the long day I had endured took a toll on me and I didn’t want to seem emotional in front of Y/N. Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place and if I’d stare too long, I’d probably break down and cry.

“Happy!” Y/N practically sang as she approached me. Before she could say another word, I gathered her into my arms. I would’ve never admitted it, but I thanked God she was there. I knew from the first time I met Y/N, she was my person and I hoped I was hers. I didn’t tell her enough, so I pulled back a bit to look at her directly and said, “I love you.” Y/N appeared confused. Her eyes were as blue as the sky today and I hated that they seemed so sad. I knew I had pushed Y/N away for a long time, but that felt safer than involving her too much into club business. I knew I should’ve continued to push her away and it was wrong to worry her more, but I needed Y/N. “I love you too. Tell me what’s wrong. I’m here for you.” I shook my head. I couldn’t say anything even if I wanted to, I am sworn to secrecy. Instead I pulled her into my arms again and I did not let go. Y/N didn’t say anything more, just stuck her hands under my kutte and rubbed circles into my back. I rested my head onto her shoulder, thankful she held me. I was intoxicated by her strawberry scented shampoo. Her hair reminds me of a warm, safe place where as a child I'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by. “Do you see that big cloud? I think it’s going to storm tonight.” I smiled genuinely for the first time in days. “I hope it does Y/N.”

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casualwriters · 3 years

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Halloween with the Sons of anarchy boys

Jax Teller -

Halloween with Jax and his boys were your favorite time of year with them, you would always look through the Clubhouse basement, and found, many decorations that were used to put up in the clubhouse, but now they were in you're and Jax house. The boys would love to do DIY decorations with you Painted, pumpkins, or cotton ball ghosts, you name them you would do it with them. Jax loves seeing you decorate the house, he knows how much of a munchkin you are so he lifts you to pin the decorations, parties, and Halloween outfits were never you're guys thing.

Pumpkin carving was such a mess, and you didn't even care. One Halloween You and Jax were together because Gemma had the boys, it was a competition of who carving was better so Jax through the Pumpkin guts, right in you're hair and you couldn't get the seeds out for a week. You enjoyed helping Able and Thomas with the carving and being goofy with them

But you and them would take the boys trick and treat, and not even Jax Club could ruin that, it was a bit nerve-racking hoping the two of the boys didn't run out of your guys' sight.

At the same time after the boys went asleep, you and Jax would sneak some of their candy and just eat some right before bed like the big baby you guys are.

Juice Ortiz -

We all know that Juice is a giant nerd who loves a lot of nerdy things, so you and Juice would of love to go to a Horror convention, and even dress up as you're guys' favorite horror characters if you wanted. Juice is not gonna lie I would feel like he would suck at pumpkin carving, he just could not get the hand coordinating thing one time you went to go get a drink, and Juices, pumpkin was murder you hold agents him since this day.

Juice was a big baby when you put a horror movie on it was kinda cute, you were not gonna lie there. "Babe that a black cat, not a serial killer"

On Halloween, you both would just stay in Halloween pajamas, and make Candy Apples, it was a huge mess with the Carmel snuggling in the living room and watching all the Halloween movies witch made Juice dig under the blankets and hide in the popcorn bowl.

Happy Lowman -

Happy enjoyed my time with just you, or with you at a party. It was not that hard to please this hunk of a man. You guys would go to a party on Halloween night which you did not mind, he would of went with you to get a 'Halloween outfit' witch meant a skimpy Halloween outfit, of course, this is Happy we are talking about. He would of course shower you with complements, skinny, thick, or plus size he did not care about. The party would be at the clubhouse because you guys hated going out to another party because the brothers at Samcro, knew to not flirt with Happy Ol'Lady.

But before Halloween, one night you had a cute outfit for Doh who was the cutest Pitbull you laid your eyes on. Happy was not doing it Dog, was supposed to be tough, and a protector but however you did it you got Dog, in a Halloween sweater that says Boo, on it. You and Happy would even stay at the clubhouse with the kids to do some crafts, but at the end of the night, on Halloween or even before Halloween you guys would do the normal thing couple do would watch movies or drink your self crazy, for the Halloween spirit of course.

A/N - Hope you guys enjoy I am gonna post a bit more, please send in requests love you guys, and Happy Fall <3

#sonsofanarchy #juice ortiz #y/n #small account #tig trager #happy lowman #mayans mc #y/n x reader #headcannons

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King of Communication - Happy Lowman x Reader

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sex, swearing, talk of periods/blood, a little bit of angst - not really only kinda!

Summary: Happy learns that he really fucking hates Tinder.

Note: Ticking off these WIPs is giving me an adrenalin high. I love me some Happy, and we all know he's not the most expressive person - so this happened!

When you heard the Harley slowly pull up your driveway it was close to 10pm. You let out dramatic groan, throwing your head back against the arm rest of the sofa, why does nobody call before turning up these days?

The knock was heavy against the door.

“Come in!” yelling over the noise of the TV. It could only be one person, he knew where the spare key was, and you’d be damned if you were leaving the blankets you’d cocooned yourself in. The lock turned and heavy footsteps soon found their way into your home.

You called out to him again, “Boots off!” you could almost hear his eyeroll. He knew your rule yet every time he turned up he needed to be reminded. If he wanted to walk dirt all through his house that’s on him, but this was yourhouse and the last thing you wanted was to have to clean up after him with the vacuum.

You stared at the living room door, waiting for him to appear.

Happy moved to lean against doorframe and raised his eyebrows quizzingly when he saw the mountain of blankets you were under.

“Don’t look at me like that, you’ve found me like this before.”

“It’s the middle of summer, Y/N.” you often wondered how his voice got to be so raspy, you’d never heard anything quite like it – but man did you love it.

“We’re not having sex.”

“Why?”

“I’m on my period.”

“And?” he shrugged, eyebrows still raised.

“Gross, Happy! We’re not fucking while I’m bleeding. Had you called before turning up, I could’ve saved you a trip and had your welcome home party somewhere else,” from what you knew, Happy had been on a run up north for a week, “Doesn’t the club have girls at the ready when you want to get your rocks off? Crow somethings?”

“Croweaters.”

“That’s an awful thing to call someone.” another shrug came your way.

“You got any food?” Happy didn’t wait for a reply as he turned and made his way to the kitchen, always one to make himself at home at your place. A minute later he returned with a plate of cold pizza and a beer in hand. Moving toward you on the couch and kicking at your legs lightly, silently asking you to make room for him.

“You settling in for the night, then?” this was bordering on unchartered territory. Sure, Happy had spent the night plenty of times, but only after sex. He never just… hung out.

He threw you a sideways glance, “You kicking me out?” you silently shook your head, “then I’m settling in.”

“Just so we’re clear – we are not having sex. You understand that right?” the look he gave you was almost offended.

“I’ll try control myself.” he rolled his eyes, “I heard it’s good for cramps though.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

It had been about four months since you kicked off this ‘friends with benefits’ thing. You’d come across him a couple of times at the clubhouse when Lyla dragged you along to their parties, never paying him much mind until one night where you were both downing tequila shots one minute, and then going at it like rabbits in his dorm the next.

He hadn’t kicked you out that night, so you’d had another round in the morning. And somehow it had just continued. He’d turn up when he was in the mood, and you’d send him a ‘you up?’ text when you had some frustrations you needed taking care of.

You had no idea why he kept coming around to you and wasn’t just taking advantage of the whole ‘croweater’ situation, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. Happy was good in bed. Better than good. He always managed to scratch that itch. And scratch it at least three nights a week. He always tried for more, but sometimes you just needed a wine and some crappy TV to pass the night.

“Why the fuck are we watching The Bachelor?” he grunted when you landed a sharp kick to his thigh.

“It’s trashy reality TV and I love it. I’m the one dying here, so I get to pick.”

You let out a content hum when his hand moved to rub your calf lightly.

“You need one of those heat pack things or something?” you couldn’t stop the soft smile that fought its way to your face as you turned to face him. The Tacoma Killer was sitting on your couch, watching The Bachelor, asking if there was anything he could do to help your unease. There’s no way anyone would believe you if you told.

“I’m okay, Hap.”

He nodded and turned back to the show he claimed to hate so much. The episode dragged on while you and the biker sat in silence, his hand continuing to rub lightly over your calf. You could feel yourself start to nod off when your phoned dinged on the coffee table. You were going to ignore it when it buzzed again, and then once more, groaning as you made a move to sit up. Happy lightly pushed at your shoulder to keep you in your comfortable position and leaned forward to grab the phone himself. You felt his eyes on you in a glare.

“Why the fuck is someone messaging you on Tinder?” he held your phone out of reach.

“Because I want to date, Hap.” you replied nonchalantly, “Give it here, who is it?”

“Some prick Josh – what do you mean you want to date?” his eyebrows were furrowed as he glared at you, clearly not pleased with this new intel.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I’m a woman, I’m interested in dating a man. What’s the big deal?” you pushed yourself into a sitting position to make a grab for the phone, instead of letting you have it he stood from the couch to star down at you.

“You been fucking other guys while you’ve been with me?” his tone was accusing, and almost one of disbelief.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I have not slept with anyone else, I’ve just been out on a couple of dates.” you stood from the couch yourself, rolling your eyes when he still held the phone away from you and walked to the other side of the room. Turning back to you and pointing.

“None of my business? You’re mine, Y/N.” the way he growled it out made you freeze in place and just stare at him dumbly.

“Excuse me? I am not yours. I’m allowed to date-”

“You don’t get to go out and see other fucking guys if we’re together. That’s not how this works.”

“That’s not fair, Happy. As if you haven’t been sleeping with anyone else but me for the last four months.” you snapped back.

“I haven’t.” his voice was dark.

You gave him a dumb look, “Bullshit! You’ve always got your tongue down someone’s throat at those parties.”

“Yeah? When were you last at the club?” he was closer now, eyes narrowed as you silenced thinking it over. The last time you had been at the club was four months ago when you ended up in Happy’s bed.

He took your silence as your answer and nodded, “Exactly. You haven’t been there, because you’ve been here every Friday night, with me.”

You flinched at that. Because he was right. You hadn’t been at those parties because you were here with him. Which in turn meant that obviously, he wasn’t at those parties either. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed off to the side, almost speechless.

“Fucking hell, Happy. You only turn up when you wanna have sex, how was I supposed to know you thought it was more?”

“No, I turn up when I want to see you, we just happen to always end up fucking. We fuck, and then we talk all night. You think I let anyone else I’ve slept with stay the night?” his eyes had you pinned to the spot you were standing. Shaking your head in disbelief, how had you both read this situation so freaking differently?

“Jesus Christ.” your hands ran over your face before they dropped to your hips, “You have got to fucking learn to communicate better, man.”

He let out a dry chuckle, “S’what my mom says.”

“Well, she’s right.”

You stood staring at each other for a few seconds before you shook your head again in amusement at where this conversation had ended up and stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Happy and wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your face in his t-shirt. He hesitated for a second and then pulled you in tighter, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and one almost cradling your head to his chest.

“We good?” he murmured into your hair. Feeling you nod against him he took a breath and spoke again, “You mine?”

You pulled back to glance up at him, “That what you want?”

His kept his eyes studying your face, nodding, “Yeah.”

“Then yeah.” you answered, lips lightly turning up at the corners. He leaned down and closed the gap between you, lips meeting yours in the softest kiss you had ever shared with the man.

“Good,” he mumbled against your lips, “Not fucking sharing you.”

#happy lowman x reader #sons of anarchy #soa #happy lowman #sons of anarchy imagine #the tacoma killer has feelings you guys #got played in his own game

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Ride with me again (6) (Epilogue)

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Opie Winston, Tig Traeger, Robert 'Bobby' Munson, Happy Lowman, Filip 'Chibs' Telford , Piney Winston

Warnings: past abusive relationship, angst, language, scared reader, protective Jax, protective SoA, hurt & comfort, fluff, talk about character’s death, mentions of gore, blood, rape, mentions of murder and suicide, mentions of accidents

A/N: PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER. I can’t name every detail or else I’ll spoil the story. So, please proceed with caution as I mention blood, gore and what they did to Paul in the last chapter.

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<<Part 5

“Careful. One step after another,” Jax helps you walk toward the bedroom at his house. Since your husband attacked you a few days ago, he didn’t leave your side. Always afraid someone could hurt you again. “You’ll have a rest, and I’ll get some things for you, Y/N.”

“Please don’t leave me alone,” you sniffle, afraid Jax will leave your side. Please…”

“Opie and Half-Sack will stay here while I’m away. Tig is outside to check on the surroundings. You’ll not be alone for long. I need to handle a few things, baby. Okay.”

“Do you think they will come back?” you weakly reply as he helps you lie down. It’s a struggle to even stand for a few moments. With the heavy meds in your system, you are tired and weak all the time. “Jax? Do I need to worry?”

“No, princess,” he’s kissing your forehead. Softly touching your skin with his lips. For a rough criminal killing people and dealing with weapons, drugs, and anything in between, Jax is the softest man you ever met. “No one is ever going to hurt you again. The doctor said you need to rest some more. I’ll be right back before you wake.”

“Okay. I trust you, Jax,” Jax kisses your temple, sighing as you mumble his name. “My Prince Charming, on his fiery bike. He saved me again. Just like a knight in shiny armor.”

Jax covers you with a soft blanket, hoping you will never leave his house and him again. He can’t make you stay if you want to leave. But he’ll try anything to show you that he can be a good man for you.

“We took care of the leftovers,” Happy explains. He took care of your father and father-in-law. “Man, you did a number on her husband. A pity you didn’t let me have a punch too.”

“It was important to get rid of the others first. No one can know we killed them all at the same time. Mr. Ethan Zobelle committed suicide and blew his brain out after his beloved son went missing. No one will doubt our version. We paid the right people,” Clay explains. “We couldn’t just let him disappear. Not at the same time as his son went missing.”

“What about her father?” Jax runs one hand down his face, shuddering as he’s got the feeling Paul’s blood is still on his hands. Jax still can hear Paul’s screams when he closes his eyes.

That night, Jax lost control. He started with punching your husband, but this wasn’t enough. After he broke Paul’s cheekbone and nose and made your husband pee his pants, things escalated quickly.

“Jax, did you hear me?” placing his hand onto Jax’s shoulder Clay sighs deeply. “I know you think you went too far. You didn’t. Just remember what that bastard did to your girl, your old lady. He abused her. He killed her baby. He raped your girl and tried to do it again. Paul Zobelle was nothing but a piece of shit.”

“You did what you had to do,” Bobby throws in. He smirks, remembering how Paul begged for his pitiful life. “Your girl is safe now.”

“We had to send a message to Zobelle’s business partners. I think they got it loud and clear now. They gave us a peace offering and will stay the fuck out of Charming,” Clay shrugs at Jax’s pained expression. “A win-win situation. Your girl is free of that monster, you got the girl, and we don’t need to fight on another front.”

“I know,” Jax knows all of this, still, what he did to your husband will haunt him for the rest of his life. He crossed a line and can’t make his actions undone. “Clay, I castrated that bastard and stuffed his dick in his mouth.”

“It was justified. He had it coming, boy,” Piney huffs as the other sons snicker. “Jax, I know you want to feel guilty, just don’t. You took a life to save another. Maybe even more. Trust me when I tell you that men like Paul Zobelle don’t stop abusing women. He would’ve done the same to another girl or Y/N again if he got the chance.”

“How does she feel?” Gemma worriedly watches her son carry two suitcases filled with your belongings toward his house. “I see, Zobelle’s partners kept their word and made sure your girl gets her things.”

“Seems like Y/N is going to get a lot of money. Her father has not left a will,” Chibs explains while Jax only wants to get back to you. “Right, Jax?”

“I think so,” Jax shrugs. “They found her father in his car. A tragic accident. Poor guy ended up dying in his beloved car as he wanted to visit his son-in-law. Who, surprisingly ended up dead in said man’s trunk, along with the knife her father used to castrate Paul.”

“You’re back,” you try to get out of the bed to greet Jax but he is faster. He crosses the room to keep you from leaving the bed. “I was worried about you, Jax.”

“Princess, I promised to come back. We had to…you know, take care of a few things. Now you are safe, and no one is going to ever bug you again,” you pounce on Jax when he sits on the bed next to you. He helps you onto his lap so you can hide your face in his chest. “We should talk about a few things.”

“Hmm…I’ve missed you. Half-sack is nice, Opie too. Say, why do you call him Half-Sack?” Jax chuckles at your question.

“He’s only got one ball,” you giggle now, feeling a little better since Jax is back. “Did they take good care of my girl?”

“Donna brought me soup and Opie tried to talk me into learning how to shoot. Half-Sack checked on me every hour and told me a lot of not funny jokes,” he chuckles as you get comfortable in his arms. “You said that we need to talk about a few things.”

“We killed your father, Ethan Zobelle and Paul,” you tense in Jax’s arms for a moment. You knew he and the sons took care of Paul and the others but tried to not think about it too much.

“What if anyone finds them, Jax? I don’t want you or your friends to end up in jail because of me,” clawing at his shirt you start to cry. “Please.

“Friends from out of town helped us fake Zobelle’s suicide. And your father got killed in an accident after he murdered your husband, Y/N. All the evidence points to your father,” Jax cradles you in his arms. “I kinda lost control with Paul.”

“I don’t care,” you hide your face in his neck. “He was a monster and you protected me. No matter what you did to that man, it’s justified.”

“Princess,” he kisses your temple,” your father has not left a will. You’ll get all of his money, his house, and everything he owns.”

“I don’t want any of it,” crying into his neck you hold tight onto Jax. “They can do whatever they want with his money and shit. Please.”

“We will talk about this later. You can decide on how to use the money later. Maybe you can donate it or buy a horse. I don’t care. It’s your decision.”

“I want to attend his funeral,” you allow yourself to lean in Jax’s gentle touch. He runs his hand over your back and kisses your hair softly, “to spit on my father’s grave.”

“All for you, princess. We will attend his funeral and all spit on his grave. Trust me. Your father will rot in hell for what he did to you, Y/N.”

“Rot in hell,” you spit on your father’s grave, chuckling as you step aside. Jax is next. He spits on your father’s grave, and glares at the priest daring to clear his throat. “What? That man killed his son-in-law and commited other crimes.”

“I got some nice spit for you, bastard,” Clay steps toward your father’s grave to spit on it too. “I hope you got comfortable in hell.”

“Well, be my guests,” you nod at the sons of anarchy, stepping aside to grant them access. “He’s all yours.”

While the others start to spit and even pee on your father’s grave, Jax leads you away from the cemetery and toward his parked bike. He smirks as you slide your fingers over his bike.

“Princess,” he cups your face to press a soft kiss to your lips, sighing as you return the kiss. “Ride with me again..”

“I’ll ride with you for the rest of my life…”

After rethinking your decision, you took your father’s money and sold everything he ever owned. What you couldn’t sell, you burned.

Most of the money you made from selling his house, cars, and jewelry got donated to women’s shelters and other organizations helping women, children and men escape abusive relationships.

Jax and you only took the money from your father’s bank accounts and the safe to buy a bigger house and spare some of it for...well, whatever you want to buy next.

You will fill the house with love, laughter, and in a year down the road with new life…

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you what? | happy lowman x f!reader.

you are chib’s daughter and he found out you are happy’s girlfriend.

y/n’s pov

the mc came rattling through the doors, yelling and cheering about something. my dad saw me and smiled, he started walking towards me. “hey darlin’.”

“hey dad, how’s business?” i said, matching his accent, his was thicker than mine.

“no bad, sweetheart.”

“shots for everyone!” tig shouted. everyone cheered.

during the night, i was sitting at the bar. i was admiring my boyfriend, happy, he was getting rubbed up by some crow eater. this we had to pretend that we weren’t together. it was so hard sometimes.

everyone was so shitfaced, it was hilarious. tig came up to me, “hey, you want a dance, babe?” i nodded. this is perfect, i can make happy jealous. tig took my hand and guided me to the dance floor.

everyone could see us, especially happy. tig had his hands on my waist, near my ass. i know that this was pissing happy off. i had my hands around tig’s neck. he came closer to me and whispered in my ear, “happy’s staring at you, you and him a thing?”

“yeah, he has a crow eater rubbing against him, so this is me getting him back. my dad doesn’t know about me and him.” i whispered back.

he chuckled, “he’s going to hate me for this.”

“same.” we laughed. i put my head on tig’s shoulder and kissed his neck, making hickies as well. “he’s gonna hate you for this, y/n.” tig said. i giggled, “i know, it’s so funny though.”

happy noticed this, he was pissed. he stood up and walked over to the pair. “get your hands off my girl, you fucker.”

he pulled tig off of me and punched him.

“woah, woah. calm down. what’s goin’ on here?” chibs asked.

i went over to tig, “you okay? i’m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay. you were right, it was funny.” tig said, laughing.

happy looked at me, he gave me the ‘your mine, only mine. little girl.’

my dad looked so confused, “did i miss something?”

i looked at happy, “well, happy is my boyfriend.”

the colour in my dad’s face drained, “you what?!” he was so pissed.

it looked like he was going to pounce on happy. “dad. i’m happy now. please. you don’t have to be happy or proud of me or anything. just be glad that i’m happier.” i said, pulling my dad in for a hug.

he returned my hug, “i’m sorry, lass. i just love you and i don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all.”

he pulled out the hug and went over to happy, “don’t hurt her, please.”

happy nodded, “i won’t.”

they hugged.

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #soa #sons #sons of anarchy

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You can't save everyone

Happy Lowman x Reader | Part 5 | Finale

Outside Stockton, there were some bikes waiting. Chibs and Happy were by your side, and next to you were the Mayans Oakland Pres and VP. Marcus Alvarez was there too. Although he no more wore his kutt, he wanted to be there with the rest of you. Two years were a great amount of time to rebuild what had been destroyed, so Mayans and Sons were partners once again. The biggest difference was that this time, there were lot of new prospects to refill the charters.

When you saw Creeper get out of prison, you grinned. His smile grew wide too. He hugged Marcus first and his brothers second. And then, he looked at you. You jumped into his arms at the same time he embraced you tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re finally out”, you greeted him.

“Fuck, me neither.”

After the end of the war, Santo Padre’s charter was blamed for all the crimes Creeper had confessed, so his sentence was changed, and he got only two years. It was all bullshit, of course, but whatever deal Kody made with the person in charge of the operation against the MC, she made sure it would benefit Creeper. Six months later, his request to be transferred to Stockton was approved. There were more Mayans and Sons in that prison, so he was safer, and he was also nearer his future new charter. And nearer you, too.

Once he released himself from your hug, Creeper approached Chibs and Happy to greet them with a handshake and a pat on the back. During this time, they had been working together to reunite both MCs. And they had done a good job.

“C’mon, we have some ladies back home waiting to give you a warm welcome”, Chibs told him.

“Listen to him, carnal”, Marcus added. “SAMCRO has always had great women around them.”

“I’m sure we could find one for you too, old man”, Happy responded.

“Not if I want my wife to open the door for me when I get home. But as long as you have booze in there, I’m in for a welcome party.”

After the war, when SAMCRO voted on the direction they wanted to take, the decision was controversial. Over time, they realised that the porn industry moved a lot of money, but they kept doing smaller business outlaw, as well as threatening or blackmailing their competition. You can take the man out of the criminal life, but you can’t take the criminal life out of the man. Anyway, things were good now.

The fact that Creeper’s welcome party was held at Charming was something meaningful. SAMCRO wanted to demonstrate their goodwill by letting a bunch of Mayans enter their territory, celebrate the return of a brother, and together pay their respects to the fallen.

When you saw Neron coming back from the dorms as he was in pain, you couldn’t help but laugh. He walked towards you and took a sit next to you on the sofa.

“They're treating you more than well.”

“Fuck. Those hoes are going to kill me”, he said. “I really wanted to bang some chick, but now I won’t be able to have a hard-on for days.”

“What were you expecting? You are like a legend here”, you remained him. “The Mayan who convinced his brothers to sit down and talk with SOA. The one who got peace from prison.”

“Just because you kept me alive first.”

“Oh, c’mon, shut up”, you said, shaking your head while smiling. “We’ve talk about that too many times. Don’t start again.”

The first time you talked with Creeper after the war, he was completely broken. Knowing FBI had killed his whole charter was devastating for him. He thought he had lost everything, but he didn’t give up. And when you suggested that he should talk to his brothers to open the door to dialogue, you gave him a new purpose to live for. It was only a matter of time before he was able to heal his wounds. When Oakland’s charter offered him a place at their table, Neron was more convinced that the brotherhood for which he had given his life was not completely over.

“But it’s the truth, Y/N”, he insisted. “I owe you my life.”

“So, just keep living”, you told him. “Don’t let the past drag you down.”

“I won’t. I swear.”

“Good.”

You looked at him with a sweet smile, recognising in him the genuine smile you had loved since the first time you saw it. Despite everything, the deaths, the blood, and the betrayals, that smile was still there. He was there. And that filled you with joy. It was amusing to think that all this had started just because he was in the bathroom you desperately needed to use. Fate was peculiar.

“Have you heard anything more from Kody?”, you asked him since the memory of how you met reminded you of the time Kody called you asking for the bathroom chick.

“Fuck no”, he growled. “And I don’t wanna hear her name again. She’s dead to me.”

You didn’t know what had really happened between them or why she had so much influence in the FBI, and probably you would never know for sure, but you had some conjectures in mind. However, it no longer mattered.

Even if you had wanted to, you wouldn’t have been able to add anything before Tig shouted for you to approach the group who were about to do a round of shots.

“It’s going to be a fucking long day”, Creeper muttered as he stood up. “Are you in? I’d like to see who’s the first to throw up over the table.”

“Hell yes.”

As hours went by, you felt your body getting more and more tired. You didn’t want to go home yet, so you opted to sit down on a stool next to the counter bar. When one of the prospects asked if you wanted something, you said a bottle of water.

“Welcome parties are always hard”, Marcus commented, sitting on the stool next to you with a glass full of some liquor. “I’m glad to finally meet Happy’s Old Lady.”

“It’s my pleasure, Padrino”, you answered. “I've heard great things about you.”

“Half will be lies”, he assured you, smiling slightly. “Good things I’ve done are only because I’m too old. Experience always makes you clever.”

“Those pricks could learn something from you then. I’m pretty sure that some of them just think with their dicks.”, you added. And your words made Marcus laughed. “But I like to see them like that. After all that happened, it’s good to see them having a good time together.”

“Yeah, it is”, he nodded. “When you don’t know war, peace is overrated. I hope they have learnt enough not to repeat the same mistakes”.

“Sounds good, but there’s always going to be mistakes. Doing bad things is their way of living. Is what they do.”

“Did you get to know Clay?”, Marcus asked you suddenly.

“Yeah, for a while. But mostly at the end”, you answered. “With half lung less he wasn’t so intimidating.”

“He did good things, but also bad ones. Now is remembered for the bad ones. Jax did bad things too, but he’s remembered just for the great ones. What I mean is that we all do both. Always. That’s why our successes must be bigger than our mistakes”, he explained to you before suddenly changing the subject. “Happy and you want kids?”

“Nope. We’re good. Kids ain’t our thing.”

“I have a two-years-old boy waiting for me at home. And two teenagers too. Having your own family helps you to think more with the heart and less with the head.”, he told you. “You did it too. Thinking with your heart. You convincing SAMCRO to protect Creeper so he could find out who the rat was helped us a lot after the war. SAMCRO upholding the code between MCs and the brotherhood really meant something to the rest of the Mayans who were tired of so much betrayal and lies.”

“Some of these men wouldn’t say that it was a good thing I thought with the heart. They’d say I did what I did because I’m a woman. That we’re always the weakest and fucking sensitive.”

“So, fuck them”, Marcus answered. “Thinking only with the head is what has caused so much bloodshed.”

“Now I understand why they call you Padrino”, you said with a grin on your face. “And now I really believe all the great things I heard about you.”

Although you would have loved to carry on the conversation for the rest of the night, noticing your phone vibrating in your jeans managed to throw you off. When you took it out of your pocket, you saw a missing call.

“I’m sorry. I have to take it.”

“It’s okay, querida”, he answered, putting his hand on your shoulder in an affectionate manner. “Just take care of your man. And help him to think with his heart too. Happy’s going to need it.”

“I’ll do try.”

With the phone in your hand, you left the clubhouse and walked away from drunks outside. Only when you were far enough, you called her back. She didn’t even bother to say hello.

“Everything’s good? Is Neron out?”, she asked you. It was easy to notice the worry in her voice.

“Yeah. Everything’s perfect”, you confirmed her. “He’s inside the club with his brothers celebrating his return.”

“Great. Great”, he mumbled. And despite the silence, you knew what she was going to say now. Since she stopped visiting him after what happened in Santo Padre, every time you spoke it was the same two questions. “Did he ask for me? Did he say anything about me?”

“Neron has his head in too many things right now.”

It was always the same answer from you too. But this time, it was different. Now he was out, he was a free man without visiting hours or restrictions. And she knew it.

“I was thinking I could go there. He might want to see me and talk. I have so many things I want to tell him if he gives me the opportunity. If you talk to him first, he might…”

“I’m sorry, Kody”, you interrupted her. “I’m really sorry, but it seems that Neron hasn’t forgiven you yet for whatever happened between you two.”

You really felt bad for her, but it would have been even worse confessing that Creeper had told you she was dead to him. Perhaps you should have warned her earlier so that she would not get her hopes up, but you also thought that Creeper might change his mind once he was released from prison.

“Perhaps, if you let some time pass, he…”

“No. It’s fine. I should have known better”, she raised her voice, but this time it seemed angrier. “I’ve already lost more than two years of my life with him. It’s fucking unhealthy and I need to stop. It’s better this way.”

“I’m really sorry, Kody”, you told her again because it was the only thing you could say right now.

“I don’t think we should talk anymore either”, she added. And after talking to her by phone at least once a month for two years, it will be weird at first, but it was the right choice.

“You could save my number”, you suggested. “In case one day you have some information that could be useful to us. We don’t want a repeat of what happened in Santo Padre.”

You had never talk about your private lives. Kody knew you were an outlaw, and you knew she was close to the FBI. Your only topic of conversation had been Neron, but it would be good to have an acquaintance who could warn you in case police became interested in the MCs again.

“It won’t happen again as longer as you don’t leave dead bodies on the streets”, she answered back. “But I’ll do. I’ll save it.”

Kody hung up seconds later and you put your phone back in your pocket with mixed feelings. She seemed to really care about Creeper, so it was a fucked up that he hated her so much. But at the same time, if he felt that way, it was because she had done something really bad to him, so it was better for him to be far away from Kody.

“Everything’s all right over there, doll?”, Tig brought you out of your thoughts.

“Perfect”, you assured him with a smile on your face. “Are you having fun, baby?”

“Fuck yes. I love welcome parties”, he said as he passed an arm around your shoulders. “Weren’t you trying to go home already, were you?”

“Of course not”, you answered. “Indeed, I’d want another beer.”

“You have read my mind, love.”

By the end of the night, everyone was either passed out or lying on a sofa or a chair. Some were even on the floor. Nothing you hadn’t seen before actually. You were with Happy on a single sofa, sitting on his lap while you kissed. The kisses could be sweet, but the way Happy stroked your thigh caused a warn feeling inside you.

“The night was amazing”, you told him, aware that no one else would be able to hear you right now. “But you know what a perfect ending would be? You fucking me until we pass out too”.

“Right here?”

“You wish”, you answered. As he smirked, you bit your lower lip.

“Maybe there’s an empty dorm. If not, I’ll kick out whoever is there.”

“Sounds good”, you nodded, but a gasp caught your attention. Creeper had two croweaters on either side kissing his neck and caressing his body. The fact that he was the only one who drank just water could be the reason why he was one of the few who were still awake. “Seems he’s having fun till the end.”

“He’s definitely doing so.”

“Would you want to be him?”, you asked him, looking at Happy again. “Having all the croweaters you want doing whatever you ask, just to make you feel good.”

You felt the hand on your thigh grip you more tightly as the other moved up to the back of your neck.

“I wouldn’t change you for anything”, he promised you with his deep, dark gaze on yours. “You are the only one I want. The only one I’ll ever want.”

Your smile widened at his words even though you already knew that would be his answer. He kissed you more passionately than before, and you lost yourself on the kiss until his fingers grabbed the necklace hidden under your shirt.

“When are we gonna tell them?”, he asked you.

“Don’t know. I’m waiting for the right moment.”

You took your fingers to his necklace too. You had both been hiding the fine silver chain with a ring on it under your shirts for weeks. You didn’t expect Happy to be into the whole wedding thing. You didn’t expect it from you either. But when one night Happy put a ring on your finger while you were simply on the sofa watching tv, you almost started crying. Apparently, he had been carrying the ring in his pocket for months, trying to figure out the best way to give it to you. And until this day, you had been waiting for the right time to announce it to the boys.

“Don’t wanna wait more”, he said. And before you could even process his words, Happy kept talking. “Hey! We’re getting married.”

Between the gazes that were suddenly on you, you focused on Creeper and Chibs.

“Just you, fucking bastards, could choose a moment like this to tell us something like that”, Chibs complained. He was sitting on a stool, leaning on the counter bar with both arms, his sunglasses on, and a cigarette between his fingers. “I’d hug you, but I’d better do it some other time when I don’t smell like a fucking minibar.”

“We all know it’s because you can’t even stand up now, old man”, you said, grinning.

“Fuck you, sweetheart.”

“I’d hug you too, but I smell like something you really don’t want to smell”, Creeper added. “But congratulations, guys. I knew this was gonna happen sooner or later. I’m so happy for you both.”

“Hey!”, Happy raised his voice again, but this time while kicking Tig’s back, who was lying on the floor next to your feet with a women slept over him. “We’re getting married, dickhead.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, brother”, Tig mumbled. He needed some seconds to understand what Happy had told him. And when he did, his eyes opened widely. “Wait, what?”

Tig careless pushed the women who was with him and sat down on the floor before resting his head on your legs.

“Congratulations, man. I guess I no longer have any chance of banging you, Y/N.”

“You’ve never had a chance, Tig”, you answered.

“Don’t know. When you first came to Charming, I thought you might be looking for a daddy, but you preferred that weirdo”, he continued, deadly serious. “But I’m so happy for you both. You’re both as insane as each other. And I fucking love you, guys.”

“And we love you too, Tiggy”, you said while caressing his tousled black curls, which was enough to make him close his eyes again.

“What’s his fucking problem?” Creeper asked, moving his eyes between Chibs and Happy and you, not understanding why none of you were startled by what Tig had said.

“I’d like to say that is cause he’s drunk, but it’s not”, you told him.

“He’s just a sick bastard”, Happy added.

“The sickest bastard I've ever known”, Chibs pointed out.

The death, the dangers, the risks... nothing mattered at that moment. It was a fucked-up life and a fucked-up family, but it was the life and the family you had chosen. And you didn’t regret a single thing. Even if you have your whole life ahead of you or only a few years left to live. Even if you could go back in time to the moment when a prospect offered you to go to a party at Sons of Anarchy Tacoma’s clubhouse, you would do it all over again until you get back to this very moment.

“What the fuck is doing fucking Marcus Alvarez in my room?”

It was quite amusing the way Happy looked at you when he opened the door of his club’s dormitory to find El Padrino on his bed.

“Shit. I forgot. He wanted to leave early to Santo Padre to see his family, so I told him he could sleep in your dorm to not be disturbed.”

“Well, it’s your loss”, he answered. “Now I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“You are not?” you asked him with a raised eyebrow. “Then I’ll ask Tig. He seemed eager to do so.”

“Fuck you.”

Happy took you in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. He kicked out a Mayan who was sleeping over the toilet after throwing up and slammed the door. Suddenly, he put you against the sink, facing the mirror, and dropped your shorts.

“It’s so easy to get under your skin, babe”, you told him, biting your lower lip. He looked at you deadly serious while unbuckling his belt. “And it may have been a set up. Perhaps I wanted you to fuck me in the bath from the beginning. So, I win again.”

Happy pulled your hair apart to be able to kiss and bite your neck. His hands clutched tightly to your hips, and as his trousers were down his knees, you could feel his hard-on against you.

“You’re so fucking mean”, Happy muttered against your skin before pushing your back a little further down, so he could have better access. “And I fucking love you for that.”

“I love you too. So fucking much.”

“Now, try not to shout too much. Or do it if you want”, he said. “I don’t give a shit.”

THE END

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filipfuckingtelford · 10 months

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Aim for the head Part 6

Sons had to leave their safe house for good. They left a goodby surprise for the gang that attacked them. What will they find in the new place? Would there be a new shelter or the new danger? Will the gang from the military base leave them be?

Part 6 of my SoA x TWD fic. Feel free to comment and enjoy.

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Sons reached their destination point in five hours. Roads were mostly blocked by cars people were leaving in first days of apocalypse. There ahead were mountains and those who decided to go there for shelter knew they couldn't go by cars. So now lots of dead vehicles were rotting on the road and Sons had to move slowly and carefully among them. Only when the first houses of Valley Springs could be seen in the distance the road was finally empty.

As they were riding away from their home Chibs had some time to think. They lost two of their brothers in the fight, they lost their shelter, lost Charming. They had no place to go and no plan for the future. It was all dark and uncertain now. But he had Y/N. They were exchanging glances on the way and it made him feel better. He probably needed to talk to Clay at some point but before they find a new place to stay it wasn't a good idea to discuss what happened between him and Y/N. Clay already made it clear he didn't like it and Filip expected him to do something to prevent them from being together.

Chibs saw the look in Clay's eyes yesterday as Y/N was staying next to Telford, her palm on his shoulder. His president didn't like what he saw, but didn't tell anything, for now. Chibs knew Clay would give him hard time.

On the first hours of ride they heard the sound of explosions from behind and knew that Negan came back for them, but found an empty clubhouse and mined territory. Sons could only hope that he and his people were dead now.

Moving along the streets of the town, they were looking for any place to stay. It had to be something big enough to have room for everyone. Eleven people needed a new safe house now. They needed some fresh start to leave their past behind.

Jax was riding in front of the procession and in awhile he gave others a sign to stop. He unmounted from his bike and approached the rest of the group. "There's a school, not really big one, but it has enough space and walls around the territory" He explained. "It's probably invaded with empties, but if we manage to clear the territory we can stop here"

"We need to choose ones that would go inside and the rest of us should stay here and cover, just in case. Our engines attracted those empties hiding around" Chibs looked at his brother and Jakson nodded.

"Yeah. You, Happy, Tig and Y/N go inside. We will be here to keep others safe" He agreed.

"We need to hurry. It's better to hide behind walls before all town crawls here" Y/N warned and she was right. They needed to clear the territory as soon as possible.

Chibs, his brothers and Y/N made their way towards the school. They left their bikes next to the gates to reach them fast if they will have to run from the building. The rest of the group was left behind on the road. Jax, Juice and two recruits surrounded their cars to watch the territory on four sides from them.

While Happy and Y/N were checking the territory, Chibs and Tig approached the door. No sound could be heard inside, but they knew there were empties in the building. They were sleeping, waiting for some food to get closer and wake them up.

"Wait untill Hap and Y/N join us" Chibs whispered and Trager nodded, he knew splitting up was a bad idea. After what happened at N9ers' they decided to stay all together.

Soon Y/N showed up followed by Happy. "Empty" Lowman said in his usuall brief manner. Chibs nodded and started counting to three with his fingers, before he finally opened the door. The main corridor was empty. School really wasn't that big, it had three classes on each side, couple of bathrooms, sports hall in the back and six rooms including medical unit on the second floor and the dining room. They needed to check every room one by one to be sure it was safe for the rest of the group.

They started moving along the corridor. Happy opened the door of the first class and raised his gun. Several slow empties didn't even realise what happened when he shot them one by one. Soft clicks of his gun could be heard in the quiet of the building but not loud enough to wake up creatures in other rooms. "Clear" he announced and the group started moving further.

Chibs opened the door on the other side of the corridor. The class was empty, but there on the floor was a body. Someone preferred to take their own life to never turn to one of the monsters, a gun still in their hand. "Christ" Chibs gasped and carefully closed the door. They will need to clean this place.

The next room met them with another jumper. The same as the one who attacked Happy yesterday. Tig had to get on the floor and roll over to avoid the attack and managed to shoot it during another jump. "Theese things freak me out" Happy admitted as he pushed the lifeless, mutilated corpse with his shoe. It was small, crooked, it had long hands and short but strong legs. And wide mouth full of sharp teeth.

"Disgusting" Tig commented before they threw the body into the classroom and continued their route. They kept checking every room. Several empties here couple empties there. Nothing special but they were acting carefully and could avoid any problem. Until they reached the cafeteria. The last room they had to check.

All four of them saw this thing the moment they opened double doors. It was an empty, huge one, tall and bloated, it's skin was covered with dark stains and ulcers.

"What the fuck..." Happy gasped as the creature slowly turned to them and started walking towards the group, growling and mumbling. They started shooting at the same time, all four of them. Four bullets pierced it's head. But it didn't fall, only stopped and was bouncing on one place. It also started swelling slowly becoming bigger.

"I think it's gonna..." Tig started as they all were frozen, fascinated and disgusted by the scene. Chibs was the one to wake up from this drowse. He shut the doors closed. The loud bang behind the doors made them recoil from it. "Expload" Tig finally finished his sentence.

"Holly fuck" Chibs cursed and opened the door. Room was covered with green gooey liquid and the pieces of emptie's body.

"We're lucky it was in the last room" Y/N commented. The loud noise would've attracted every empty in school to them.

"I'll go..." Trager was pale and seemed queasy from looking at what was left of the monster "Call the others..." He headed outside while Chibs, Y/N and Happy went to the first floor and started carrying empties outside. They will have time to deal with those later, now they had to clear the building to have place to spend the night.

Soon all their vehicles were parked in the school yard and Chibs, Jax and Happy were trying to close breaches in the walls. They were lucky to find some materials in the caretaker's cabin behind the main building. They will need more, but it could wait. For now Sons only needed to make sure their walls would protect them during the night.

"Fuck!" Chibs heard Jax's voice while he was attaching some wooden sheets to the wall. His brother just came closer to one of the holes and turned away from it to grab a board and hammer to fix it when several hands reached him out from outside and were now pulling him.

"Hap!" Chibs called his brother and ran towards Jax, grabbing his arms in attempt to free him from monster' grip. They were all rotten and dead but so strong whet it was about food. Jax's back was already pressed against the wall and empties were trying to bite him, his leather preventing any injuries though.

Happy was there the next moment. He was holding one of his big knives and was waiting for Chibs to pull Jakson away from the fence just a little to give him space for a hit.

"I can't" Chibs groaned, holding his brother as tight as he could, but those creatures were just too strong.

"Come on!" Jax was struggling as well, trying to free himself from the grip, soles of his shoes digging into the ground, but even together with Telford they hardly could do anything.

"What the hell going on?" Tig was running towards them as he saw some fuss at the walls while he brought another corpse outside.

"Help me pull him away from the wall!" Chibs ordered and now two of them were trying to free Jax. They finally managed to give Happy some space and it was over in seconds. Happy made several fast hits with his knife and Jax rolled on the ground, together with Telford and Trager, five rotten hands were now laying not far from them and Happy was carefully wiping black sticky liquid from the blade.

Jax was the first one to laugh. He just imagined how stupid it was, and the fact that he could be dead by now if not his thick leather cut only made him laugh harder. Chibs and Tig were chuckling as well but Happy was dead serious. Some devilish lights burning in his eyes. He probably loved to cut rotten bodies and no one could blame him.

They got back to work after awhile but now avoiding to turn their back to the wall just in case. Empties were too attracted by the noise they made with cars and were now crawling from all the neighbourhood towards the school.

Chibs didn't know how Y/N and two recruits managed to clean the remains of the big guy but when he came back into the cafeteria it was all clean. Tara and Gemma were revising the food kept in the storage, throwing everything spoiled away and replacing it with those supplies Sons brought from the TM shelter.

He found Y/N in one of the rooms on the second floor. She was trying to disassemble desks to make some space.

"Ye need help, lass?" Chibs asked as he came closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and took a screwdriver from her small gentle hands "It's a job for someone big, not a fine lass like ye" He whispered to her ear and she laughed.

"I'm okay, Filip. You need to find a room for yourself. Dad said club memers should live on the first floor except for Jax who needs to be with Tara and boys upstairs, and recruits will share the room on the second floor as well as me" She turned to him and smiled slightly. "

"So I'm supposed to be as far from ye as possible?" Chibs smirked. He knew why Clay was doing it. Not only for the safety reasons. Y/N knew how to protect herself. He wanted to keep Filip away from his daughter "And Jax should be keeping an eye on ye"

"Oh come on, Filip" Y/N chuckled and shook her head her fingers touching his cheek gently, tracing his scar with her thumb "I'll sneak to your room"

"I know, lass" He sighed "If only he won't do anything else to prevent it"

Juice peeked into the room the very moment Chibs leaned to kiss Y/N and had to pull away from her unhappy.

"Clay said everyone who can fight should gather for the meeting" Ortiz said and left quickly. He knew better than to bother Chibs when he had that look in his eyes.

They headed downstairs and entered one of the rooms. All of the desks were disassembled already and in the center of the room there was a big table with chairs around. Tig was hiding weapons and ammunition in the cabinet. It looked like a chapel back home, simple but familiar.

Chibs took his seat so did the rest club members and Y/N together with Tray and Ashley were standing by the wall. Clay gave Filip a heavy look and then started talking.

"We've been through alot of shit recently. You all fought well, good job. But we now have to start all over, in a new place, a new safehouse. We have a lot of work to do and we don't have enough people. So we need to be organized and disciplined" Everyone was listening carefully and Clay continued "First of all, tonight, even though we don't have towers, we have to stand guard on the perimeter. Four people in first four hours and other four in the next four hours. So the first shift would be Tig, Y/N, Happy and Ashley and the next one is Chibs, Jax, Juice and Tray"

Chibs frowned. He knew exactly why Clay was doing it and he knew it was not all his President had. But he didn't argue. Before he'll talk to Clay about Y/N there was no use in it.

"Now. Tomorrow we have to build towers. One on each side of the perimeter. Hence in the morning the first shift should go look for supplies while others have rest. We also need to find some beds or sleeping bags to start with. As soon as we have towers, same shifts would be every four hours while others have rest or go out or make fortifications. We need this place as safe as we can and we have to do it as soon as possible. Questions?" Clay was confident, brutal, dead serious. He was the one to organize everything like he did in the first days of apocalypse. And no one dared to argue. They really had to work hard to make this school as fortified as their clubhouse once was.

"Dad, can we change shifts?" Y/N asked and Chibs looked at her surprised. She didn't understand why Clay was separating them. She didn't even realized he did it on purpose.

'No. I have reasons" Clay replied not looking at Y/N but gave Chibs another look.

"But..." She started, but the President raised his hand.

"I said - no. No discussion here. We need to start working. Gemma and Tara are cooking dinner for us all. Y/N, Ashley, go see if they need some help. I want others to go and see what supplies we need. All the desks and other useless shit should be disassembled and used for fortifications. Go."

Sons and recruits started leaving one by one and Y/N followed them as well. She caught Chibs' hand when the door of new chapel closed behind them and looked at him confused.

"I told ye, lass. Yer pa will keep me away from ye" Chibs sighed as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He knew they had only couple of moments together and it would be this way as long as Clay would want it to be this way.

"But why? I don't understand! I will go talk to him" She shook her head but Filip stopped Y/N.

"Not the right time, lass. He's angry and I can't blame him. We lost everything, we have to start a new life, we lost our brothers, Clay was shot... He won't ever allow us to be together if we try to talk to him now" Chibs didn't want it, but he knew there was no choice for now. When President will calm down there would be a way to convince him. They had to wait.

"But we just started... and I... I don't want to be away from you" Y/N frowned. She was holding him tight, refusing to let go.

"I don't want to stay away from ye either, lass. But we have to wait. I'll make it work, I promise" Chibs leaned down to kiss her when he heard heavy foorsteps from the chapel "Go to your mom" He said pulling away and left the building as fast as he could. He wasn't afraid of Clay, but it really wasn't the right time for arguing now.

Two weeks passed this way. Sons found a lot of supplies in the dead city. No other shelters, no other survivours. If something happens again they would be on their own. So they made sure to fortify their new safehouse the best way. Four watchtowers were build on each side of the territory, walls and gates were covered with steel sheets they found on the old workshop. Three generators from the hospital basement were granting power, light and water.

Gemma started new vegetable garden in the school yard but it needed time to give a harvest, so the main problem now was food. Sons were gathering all the canned food they could find and Tig with Happy started hunting in the nearby forest.

Life was slowly getting back to normal. There were not so many empties in the town. Even the hospital was almost empty. So they could be relatively safe on their raids for supplies.

During one of them it was Chibs' and Jax's turn to go out for food and some fertilizers Gemma ordered.

"Are you alright brother?" Jax asked as the gates closed behind them.

"Aye, kid, why?" Filip raised his brow. Jax was his best friend for years now and he saw something was wrong with him.

Jax smirked, relaxed and teasing his friend slightly "Clay's giving you two hard time recently, Chibby, isn't he?"

"Aye, kid, I should talk to him soon" Filip took a drag on his cigarette and nodded "But I don't know if he will even listen to me"

"Come on, brother. From all the people I know you are the best man. If you two love each other you should go for it" Jakson chuckled quietly "Clay will eventually come to terms with it"

"Thank ye, Jackie boy. I needed to hear that" Chibs sighed relieved. Now he had to talk to Clay when they come back home.

They've stopped by the house with a huge garden around. It had to have some fertilizers and if they were lucky enough, some canned food in the basement. Chibs got out of the car and shot an empty who was attracted by the sound of the engine. Another one could be seen through the glass door scratching it in an worthless attempt to get to him and Jax.

"I'll take this one" Teller said as he was slowly approaching the front door. He opened it with one fast move and the empty fell down on the porch. Jax pressed his boot against it's chest and pulled the trigger.

They entered the house together, it was empty and dark, probably no more threat there was. So while Jax was searching for the food in the kitchen and basement, Chibs headed to the back yard to look for what Gemma asked.

He noticed the small shed in the further side of the territory and headed there when he heard a low quiet growl from the right. He turned to the sound the same moment something big knocked him down. It was a dog, but it wasn't alive. Huge doberman was pressing Chibs against the ground, half of it's face rotten, revealing scull bones. But it was moving. They never saw animal empties before but it was probably possible for them to turn after a bite.

While Chibs was trying to push it away, the dog's teeth were only inches away from his face. The dog wasn't barking, it's vocal cords were probably long gone, but it was growling and trying to reach Filip's face or neck. And it almost did, Chibs had to move to raise his gun and teeth brushed against the leather sleeve of his shirt. If he didn't wear this thick leather clothes the dog would bit him. Luckily Telford managed to shoot and pushed the lifeless body away from himself.

"Christ, what a beast" He mumbled, standing up and trying to catch his breath.

"What the hell happened?" Jax heard some noise from outside and came to check on his brother. He froze when he saw the dog on the ground "Was it... the empty?"

"Aye... I didn't know they existed" Chibs was wiping saliva from his sleeve.

The rest of their raid was safe. They were lucky to find some canned food and fertilizers, as well as some new clothes and tools. Chibs and Jax came back home and as there were still some time before their shift, Filip decided it was time to confront Clay about Y/N. He didn't want to wait any longer. Anything could happen in this crazy world, and Chibs didn't want to waste more time.

He found his president in the chapel and knocked before he entered. Clay was looking at him, silent. He knew why Telford came and was waiting for him to talk.

Chibs sat on his chair and looked at Morrow "I know ye don't like what's going on between Y/N and me" He started.

"You are damn right, Chibs. I don't" Clay smirked and it wasn't a good sign, but Filip continued.

"I love her. I really do, and she feels the same way about me. You can't change it by keeping us apart" He never broke the eye contact with president "This world is falling apart. I need every moment we have, Clay. I need her"

"You are twice her age. She can have someone better" Clay shrugged "And she will change her mind if you are not around all the time"

"She loves me, Clay. And I love her. I will keep her safe and I will never hurt her" Chibs sighed. Maybe Clay was right and Y/N could chose someone else. Juice was younger, they might meet some other survivours. But what they had was special and Chibs knew it now. "She won't feel any different if I can't be with her because you keep me away from her"

"I will give it a try, Chibs. I don't like it, so everything will remain the same. Stay away from my daughter" Clay turned away and Filip knew it was no use to continue.

He left the room and headed towards his dorm. Chibs didn't know what to do. He barely had several moments with her in past two weeks and it was killing him. Filip had to find the way to convince Clay, make him change his mind.

In couple of days as it was Chibs' turn to stay on the watchtower, Y/N and Tig were out for supplies again. They needed some baby food for boys. Filip was smoking, gloomily watching the street when he noticed their van coming back. It was too soon and Chibs knew something happened. He climbed down the tower fast to open the gates. The van stopped at the parking and Tig got out of it. Y/N wasn't with him. Filip felt his heart stop, panic slowly consuming him.

"Where..." He whispered, suddenly speachless. He couldn't ask, didn't dare to. Chibs was afraid to hear the answer.

Clay heard the engine and was approaching them fast. He seemed worried as well. "Where is Y/N?" He asked what Chibs couldn't.

"It's Negan" Tig was pale, his hands shaking "He found us... He took her."

#sons of anarchy #chibs telford #chibs #soa imagine #chibs imagine #chibs x reader #soa #filip telford #sons of anarchy fanfiction #crossover

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Sorry For What?

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request from Anon: So if I may request one with happy; slightly angsty, him and reader are fighting, he’s getting turned on, she’s getting angry and he thinks there’s gonna be hate/ fight sex but she’s not having it and pushes him away. Tells him sex won’t solve things this time and banishes him to the couch. Happy sulking, apologizing and fluff ending. 😊

Warnings: language, angst, Happy being stubborn and emotionally illiterate

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Happy thinking he can use sex to get out of an argument is totally a thing lmao

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“That’s not my fault!” you hated yelling but your patience had long since run out, “It’s not my fucking job to be there at your every beck and call.”

Happy stepped in closer to you, his voice wasn’t loud but his tone was sharp enough to cut you like a knife, “You’re supposed to be my old lady. You get what that means? Means you’re supposed to fuckin—”

“Stop!” you cut him off, shaking your head, “Don’t give me that shit. I’m not your servant, I’m not your maid, I’m not your fucking mother. I’m my own person,” you pressed your hand to his chest, “I choose to share my life with you. As a partner. I might be your old lady but you don’t fucking own me, Happy.”

“If you don’t wanna be there, then why are we doing this?” he motioned back and forth between the two of you.

You leaned back, eyes narrowing, “Is that what you got from what I just said?” you shook your head, “Look. I know how the other guys speak to and treat their women. And if they’re all alright with that then…fine. But that’s not me. And you knew that from the jump. I have my own shit going on and I can’t just sit at home all the time and wait for you to need something from me so I can feel like I have a fucking sense of purpose. You’re an important part of my life, Hap, but you’re not the whole thing. Same way I’m not yours.”

“I needed you.”

“And I couldn’t make it!” you snapped, “And I know that sucks. But don’t pretend that the roles haven’t ever been reversed. Why do you get a fucking pass on that, huh?”

He erased what little distance was left between the two of you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body the angrier he got. His eyes bore into yours, “Because if I step away someone gets fucking shot.”

You nodded, “And that’s the life that you chose. It’s not a blanket excuse for every time you fuck up, though.”

“Why do you stick around then?”

“Because I love you!” you fought the urge to shove him in the chest, “Even when you’re being an asshole!”

You took a breath, trying to get yourself together. You weren’t used to yelling so much. It wasn’t often that you were this pissed off—your fights with Happy were usually small and over quickly. But this time it hit the wrong nerve with you and you needed to allow your blood to boil for a little bit. Sometimes he forgot that you had a temper too—yours just didn’t make you kill people.

Happy reached forward to cup your face in his hand, his other gripping onto your hip to pull you closer. He was about to lean in and kiss you but you pushed him away, “Stop.” You saw the confused look on his face and shook your head, “Sex is not on the table for you right now. This argument isn’t over.”

“Yea, I was trying to end it.”

You laughed, unable to do much else. You looked up at him, “Have you heard anything that I’ve fucking said, Happy?” the silence that followed spoke volumes, “You’re fucking unbelievable sometimes!”

“I never said you had to be done being mad at me.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Trust me. You don’t want me anywhere near your dick right now. Won’t end well for you.”

You turned and went to walk away but he reached forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. You twisted your arm hard to get it out of his grasp and the look of shock on his face was priceless. He really thought that he was getting out of this argument with you with sex. Not that that hadn’t been an effective tactic in the past, but you were too pissed for that to be a viable solution now.

“And for that you can sleep on the fucking couch tonight,” you snapped.

“Y/N…” there was a hint of warning in his voice.

You didn’t say anything in response. Instead, you opted to walk away towards your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you to really drive the point home. It only took a few moments for you to be able to hear the sound of the television filling the house. Happy might’ve been stubborn but at least he knew well enough to give you some time to cool off before he came and tried to talk to you again. Hopefully this time around he’d realize he was actually going to have to talk.

You’d lost track of how long you had been laid up in bed. You had your headphones in, a mellow playlist on while you read your book. Your anger had mostly subsided for the time being, allowing you to focus on something other than the fact that you had been this close to telling Happy he could sleep at the clubhouse for the night.

There was a faint noise that was coming in over the music you were listening to. You took one headphone out and realized it was the sound of Happy knocking on the bedroom door. You sighed as you set your phone and book off to the side.

“Yea?”

He slowly opened the door and poked his head inside. His expression was neutral, like it almost always was, “I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.”

You arched one eyebrow, “Tough shit.”

He walked completely into the room, “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what? I’m allowed to be mad at you, Happy.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“Well,” you shrugged, “I am.”

There were a few beats of silence before he finally spoke up again, clearly trying to choose his words carefully, “I’m sorry.”

You had to admit that you were impressed. Blatant apologies like that were never his strong suit. Still, you pressed him for more, “For?”

“For making you mad.”

You chuckled—it wasn’t an inaccurate apology. As much as you wanted to stay mad you found yourself smiling a little bit, “You really don’t wanna sleep on the couch, huh?”

He shook his head, “No.”

You sighed but gestured for him to come closer. When he reached the side of your bed you motioned for him to stop before getting in, “No more trying to use sex to get out of tough conversations, Hap,” you saw the disbelieving look on his face, “I’m serious!”

“What’s considered tough?”

You laughed, resting your head back against the headboard, “If me being pissed off was put to a scale of one to ten, if I’m above a…five? No using sex to get out of conversations.”

“Five?”

“Listen, I was easily at least at a seven tonight. You’re lucky you came away unscathed.”

“Do I get to sleep in here with you tonight?”

“I’m still mad. You don’t get to just talk to me like that. That’s not what we do here,” you gestured between the two of you.

He wasn’t always the best at expressing himself verbally, but you could see it in his eyes that he knew that he struck a very raw nerve with you. “I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll do better.”

You nodded, “Good,” only then did you pat the spot on the bed next to you, “Come on, then. Get in here and stop looking at me with those sad angry eyes.”

He let a smile cross his face for a moment as he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed beside you. He shimmied down and let his face come level with yours. You reached out, gently running your fingertips along the stubble that coated his face. You could tell from the tension in his body that he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you.

You let out a chuckle at his hesitancy, “Does Happy Lowman want to…cuddle?”

“Shut up.”

Your chuckle shifted into a genuine laugh, “Are you nervous to cuddle with me?”

“You said—”

“I know,” you patted his chest lightly, “I know. Come here,” you rested your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close to you, pressing a light kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Even when I’m mad at you.”

The remark got him to smile. He rested his forehead against yours and let his arms snake around your waist. Heat bled over from his skin into yours and you felt yourself melting into him despite the fact that you had been ready to kick him out not too long before.

“So you’re set on five?” he mumbled.

You laughed, nodding, “Yea. Don’t push your luck about it.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Fine.”

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negansdoll · 4 years

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« I missed you »

( Happy Lowman x Reader )

Summary : Y/N joins her boyfriend, Happy out of the Clubhouse to secretly celebrate his return from a week away with the Sons. ( SMUT )

As most of your Friday nights, you were at the clubhouse.

You were sitting on the couch with your friend Lyla, talking about his boyfriend, Opie when she asked you if you had someone.

- Let’s talk about you now.

- Me ? you asked, smiling. About what ?

- Y/N... she laughed. We just talked about my boyfriend, let’s talk about yours.

- You know I’m single Lyla.

- The lovebites you usually have on your neck prove the opposite.

Fuck, you said to yourself, you thought your foundation was enough to hide it.

- That’s just men I find for one night, you lied, shaking your head.

Lyla looked at you with a little smirk.

- I know you Y/N, you’re not the kind of girls who takes men for just a night.

You bit your lip before laughing.

- Who is it ? Do I know him ?

- Yeah, you nodded.

- Is he a Son ?

Once again you nodded.

Lyla frowned before turning round to watch the guys behind her, sitting at the bar.

- Mh... Is that... Jax ? That would explain why you’re hiding it.

- No ! I wouldn’t do that to Tara, you shook your head.

- Good, smirked Lyla before turning round once again.

Just at this moment, Happy stood up and walked to the door, winking at you.

Lyla turned back her head to you and when she saw you looking at him with red cheeks she smiled.

You stood up and decided to join him but Lyla grabbed your wrist.

- Is that him ? Happy ?

- Yeah... you blushed. Don’t tell anyone, and especially not Opie...

Opie was your brother and you knew he would be against this relationship.

- I won’t tell, smiled Lyla before releasing your wrist.

You gave her one last smile before leaving the clubhouse.

Once you were outside, you looked in every direction to see Happy but you didn’t see him anywhere.

You frowned as you walked to the side of the Clubhouse before someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him.

You were about to scream when you recognized Happy.

You couldn’t help but giving him the biggest smile you ever gave and wrapping your arms around his neck as he laughed.

It was since almost a week that you haven’t seen him, he was away with Jax, Chibs, Clay, Juice and Tig.

- I missed you so much... you said, looking into his eyes.

- I missed you too Y/N, he said, wrapping his arms around your back before he pulled you closer to him to kiss you.

You closed your eyes and put one of your hand on his cheek before kissing him back.

- I want you... you whispered between two kisses.

- What here ? he said, his lips still on top of yours.

- No, let’s go to your house.

- I can’t leave now, he said as you stepped back.

- Why ?

- With the guys we gotta talk about few things at the table.

- This gotta be tonight ?

- I’m not the one who decides baby, he chuckled.

You sighed, looking away before turning your head back to him, smirking.

- Alright so we’re gonna do it here.

Happy frowned, that was so unusual from you...

You undid his belt and unzipped his pants before taking off your panties and lifting up your dress.

- Take me, you begged him before kissing him.

Happy didn’t wait any longer to grab your waist and pushing you against the wall behind you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and you moaned when you felt him entering inside you.

- Fuck... You’re so wet... said Happy before kissing your neck making you moan even more.

- Just for you... you whispered.

You wrapped your arms and legs tighter around him as he started to move back and forth inside you.

- Happy... Oh my God... you moaned, eyes closed. I missed you so much....

- Missed you too baby... and missed that too...

Happy’s hands grabbed your waist harder as he was going faster and deeper. This was too good, you knew you would come very quickly.

- HAPPY ? suddenly yelled Opie who probably was on the other side of the Clubhouse.

- Fuck ! you said as Happy released you.

You quickly put your panties back on but when you heard the footsteps of your brother coming to you, you kneeled before Happy pretending to pleasure him.

- Oh... laughed Opie, not recognizing you in the dark. Sorry to interrupt you brother but we’re going at the table.

- Alright, nodded Happy before Opie walked away, chuckling.

Once he was away you stood up and laughed.

- God... We almost got caught. We literally escaped from death.

- Yeah... Really.

- Go, you said. We’ll finish this later.

Happy smirked before kissing you one last time and walking to the door of the Clubhouse to join the table.

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band--psycho · 3 years

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Happy Lowman x Reader-Perfect

Story for the below request! I may do a part 2, I’m undecided. But I really enjoyed writing this so I hope you all enjoy reading it💛

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Third Person POV

A light snore slipped past Y/ns lips as the rays of morning sunlight danced across the skin that was exposed. Happy was already up, completely captivated by the sight before him. Y/n was different to anyone else he’d ever met.There was no denying how much Y/n loved Happy and how much he loved her. He’d never looked at another girl in such a way. From the very first day he met her, he knew she was different. She had this effect on him, she made him softer. Not in a bad way. But he was romantic with her, not big or grand gestures, in fact they were things that if anybody else did them would seem normal but because it was Happy doing it, everyone knew he had fallen hard for her. He just did things to make her smile; he loved everything about her, but her smile...it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. No one was surprised when Happy asked Y/n to be his Old Lady and no one was surprised when she said yes. Except for Happy, himself, he never thought she would say yes but she did, and no one had seen him happier than when she did. She accepted him, for everything that he was.

He sat up slightly, his hands making their way to her sides, lightly stroking them lightly as his lips kissed along her exposed neck. A drowsy moan escaped her lips as she slowly rolled over pressing her body against Happy’s, feeling how hard he already was. She couldn’t help the redness that filled her cheeks as he pressed his growing member against her, nor could she help the anxiety that filled her head as he did so. She both loved and hated the ripples of pleasure that flowed through her as his attack on her neck got more dominant, instead of the feather light kisses she’d woken up to he was now sucking and biting her neck, marking her. Making it clear to anyone that saw her who she belonged to. He trailed kisses like that all the way up to her neck until he reached her lips, connecting them in a bruising kiss, coaxing out yet another moan from her now slightly swollen lips. Happy grunted in response, proud of the sounds he was making fall from her lips but just as he made his way down her body, she sat up shaking her head lightly as she continued to move away from his touch. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to touch her, in fact it was quite the opposite, she wanted him. All of him. But she’d never done anything like this with a man...she was a virgin. Not that Happy knew. She’d always planned on telling him but just never got around to it. When she finally found the right time to tell him, her fear made her second guess herself, terrified that he would leave her for someone who was prettier and more experienced. Y/n never saw herself the way Happy saw her and even though he’d constantly remind her of how beautiful she was, she never really believed it. She just didn’t want to disappoint him. Happy, like all of the other Sons, had a reputation with the Crow Eaters, quite often Y/n would hear the stories about Happy and the type of sex he liked..rough and dominating..and they both thrilled and scared her purely because she had no idea what she liked in that regard and in all honesty, she wasn’t sure if she could handle the type of fast and hardcore sex that Happy was into.

“Babygirl?” Happy asked, pulling away looking at Y/n with a quizzical look in his eyes. But she just shook her head and quickly made her way off the bed, but she was soon pulled back by Happy’s strong arms.

“What’s goin’ on?” He asked, the worry evident in both his voice and the look in his eyes. She desperately wanted to tell him, but her mouth felt so dry she could barely utter a word, let alone an explanation.

“Did someone..someone hurt you? Because if they did, I’ll find ‘em and ‘em wish they’d never been born,” at his words Y/n just shook her head, her heart swelling slightly at the protective side of Happy. For a few moments the two sat in silence, Happy could tell how nervous she was. She was normally so loud and cocky, but right now, she was anxiously playing with her hands, looking more vulnerable than he’d ever seen her.

“I’m a virgin,” she muttered, her voice barely audible, if it had not been for the closeness of the pair, Happy never would’ve heard it. Before Happy even had a chance to say anything, Y/n began talking a bit louder this time with tears in her eyes as she averted his gaze, “I understand if you...if you don’t want me anymore, I know the Crow Eaters are far more experienced and pretty than I am...you don’t have to stay with me-” Y/n didn’t have a chance to finish the speech that was racing through her mind, in fact all of those words seemed to freeze when Happy's lips touched hers. This kiss wasn’t like the one before, it was gentle, gentle in a way that took Y/n by surprise.

“Perfect,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her into another kiss before pulling away and cradling her in his arms.

“I love you babygirl, nothing’s ever gonna change that,” he soothed, his large hands covering her small ones.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to-”

“I want to,” Y/n interrupted, the familiar redness gracing her cheeks as she traced a finger along Happy's palm.

“I just-I just don’t know what I like...and I don’t wanna disappoint you..” Y/n stuttered out, her eyes fixed on hers and Happy's hands.

“You could never disappoint me,” Happy said, lifting his hand away from hers so he could hook one of his fingers under her chin and make her look up at him.

“We can figure out what you like, together, if that’s what you want” He continued, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I do,” She replied, moving slightly so that she was now straddling him, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck, her fingers lightly tracing circles along the nape of his neck. In one swift movement, her lips were on his, this time he set the pace of it all. It started soft and slow, her tongue exploring his mouth like it was the first time she’d ever kissed him, though as the moments passed the kiss got more intense. More passionate. And before Y/n knew it she was lying on her back and Happy was hovering over her.

“So no one has ever...touched you here?” Happy asked, his hand lightly cupping her clothed centre. A small squeal of excitement escaped Y/ns lips as she shook her head.

“So I’m the first?” He asked, a smirk coming across his face as he looked down at Y/n, Y/n nodded, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“That’s hot as fuck, babygirl,” Happy praised, his lips connecting with her neck again, his tongue licking over the marks he’d previously left. A familiar feeling of pleasure coursed through Y/n but this time she didn’t run from it, she didn’t stop Happy from what he was doing, instead she lifted her head up slightly allowing him better access. Happy knew the truth and he still loved her and that made Y/n trust him even more than she already did. So instead of fleeing from the pleasure, she decided that now it was time to finally enjoy it.

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