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samcrosfaith · 7 months ago

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LITTLE MUNCHKIN

Happy Lowman x fem!oc (Bobby's daughter)

summary; Nola finally gives birth to their baby and Happy realizes immediately that it doesn't matter that he isn't the biological father (Nola's abusive ex is). This is a chapter from one of my fanfics on Wattpad called DAYLIGHT in case you wanna check it out. Or maybe I'll even post it here if enough people would be interested! 🤎

warning; this is pure fluff and super soft Happy. 🥰

HAPPY CURSED UNDER HIS BREATH as the cars rushed past him while he stood on the side of the road. After feeling his phone vibrate, he immediately pulled over to call Bobby back, who then told him that the baby was hereᅳ and he was still two hours away from Charming.

He hadn't taken a single break in between, the eight hours on his bike were clearly wearing on his nerves, never knowing if he would make it in time. Even he knew that a birth can take anywhere from twenty minutes to over a day.

Part of him was glad that Nola didn't have to wait for him in pain any longer, but his guilty conscience was gnawing at him. He should've stayed in Charming, like his gut had told him. But Jax needed him, it wasn't like he had a choice.

With a frustrated grunt, he put his phone back in his pocket, slipped his sunglasses back on and mounted his bike to finally head to Charming. There was nothing he could do, all he could do was drive faster and try to avoid the traffic as best he could so he could finally see Nola and the baby.

Knowing that both of them were okay at least eased his worries a little and allowed him to breathe again, his muscles slowly relaxing on the road.

Still, he would've wanted to be there to see their little girl being born, to hear her first cry.

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AFTER ONLY AN HOUR Happy was crossing the halls of St. Thomas, every step fast and heavy. Nurses and other visitors silently got out of his way when they saw the grim expression on his face, although that was just Happy's faceᅳ probably his Kutte played a role too.

When he finally got from the white, depressing hallways to the more colorful one, which meant he was on the right ward, he finally felt some calm wash over him, a sense of relief. And yet he was nervous, nervous about what it would be like to finally see the little girl he and Nola had been waiting for.

How would he feel? Would he feel anything at all? For the first time, Happy felt anxious; afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept and love the little one like he had promised Nolaᅳ it was still Alden's child, as much as he hated to even think about it.

But he didn't have much time to sink further into the spiral of thoughts as Bobby slipped out of one of the rooms and ran a hand over his face and then down his beard. He looked exhausted, but also proud.

"How is she?", was Happy's first question, no hello, nothing, the worry and guilt chiseled into his hard features. "She's pissed? Or can I go in there without getting yelled at"

Bobby chuckled wearily, slapping Happy's shoulder. "No, not at all. She wanted you there, but she doesn't blame youᅳ Nola knew from the beginning that the club always comes first."

"Still, she shouldn't even think like that", the SAA grunted, annoyed with himself. Yes, the club came first, but his priorities had changed and he wanted Nola to know that. "Can I see them?"

"Sure. Nola just fell asleep, the little one's awake but quiet", Bobby told him, bracing his hands against his hips. "I was just going to get a bag for Nola, maybe not a bad idea if someone's there just in case the baby needs something."

"Okay, do that", Happy nodded, his hand already resting on the door handle as he turned back to Bobby one more time. "She look a lot like him?"

Bobby shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Dark hair, yes. Otherwise she looks like Nola, as if she had stolen her mother's face."

Now it was Happy whose lips formed into a faint smile. "That's good."

And with that, he pushed the handle down and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. As quietly as he could, he crossed the room until he stood next to the bed. With the smallest smile, he looked down at Nola, visibly proud of his Old Lady who looked absolutely beautiful and stunning despite having just pushed out a child.

He timidly brushed back a few blonde strands that had come loose from her low ponytail and bent down to kiss her hair, inhaling her scent before finally taking a look at the small cot on the other side of the bed, catching his first glimpse of the baby.

His pulse was racing with excitement and anticipation as he walked around the bed and rested both his hands on the top railing of the cot. His lungs hitched and he had to swallow hard when he saw the little bundle, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, the baby noises filling his chest with love and pride.

He had never felt so much pride as he did in that moment.

"Hey Munchkin", he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Nice to finally see you."

As the baby looked up at him with curious eyes, opening and closing her tiny fists, a yawn slipped past her lips before she began to fuss, probably just because she wanted to be held.

And that was exactly what Happy did. With care, as if she were made of porcelain, he slid one of his large hands under her tiny head full of dark hair, the other under her back and then scooped her into his arm. Rocking her gently and never once taking his eyes off her, he sat down on the chair that stood against the wall and sighed contentedly.

No one would be able to wipe that proud smile off his face as he looked down at her and rubbed the side of his index finger across her tiny cheek, listening to the soft sounds the girl made as a tiny hand reached for his hand, her grip on his finger tighter than he expected.

Happy swallowed hard, tears of pride burning in his eyes as a storm of emotions brewed inside him. Most of them were positive, mostly pride, unconditional love and joy. But also fear and anger, anger at the man who was lucky enough to be her father.

But the longer Happy looked at the bundle, he knew that the little girl in his arms belonged to him, that it didn't matter who her biological father was. She was his, his little girl that he would, just like her mother, protect with his life.

"What's your name anyway, huh?" Then Happy realized that he had completely forgotten to ask Bobby about the baby's name.

Excitement rushed through his chest as he spotted the pink plastic wrist band around the girl's wrist and scanned it for the name. A big lump formed in his throat as he read the name Nola had chosen for the girlᅳ the name he had suggested two weeks ago when they were sitting in bed eating pizza while brainstorming a name for the little one.

Ruby Elle Munson.

Ruby had been the name that he had come up with, the first one that popped into his mind that he had really liked. And Elle was Nola's mom's name. They both sounded great together in his opinion but it was the fact that Nola chose the name Ruby that really did something to him, coating his eyes again with a layer of unshed tears. Which of course he immediately wiped away with the back of his hand before they could fall.

"So Ruby, huh?", he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Fits you perfectly, Munchkin."

Happy chuckled at the soft hiccup sounds he got in response, running his large hand over her tiny head, still fascinated by how much hair such a small creature could have.

"You're hungry? But we'll have to wait until your mom wakes up, I think", he croaked down at Ruby, not sure if Nola had chosen to bottle- or breastfed.

"You can feed her if you want, I chose to bottle feed her after the nurse said I didn't have enough milk", Nola explained, her voice still tinged with sleep as she slowly sat up, the happiest smile on her still slightly exhausted looking, pale face. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Happy's head shot up, the man had been too distracted to notice that Nola had woken up. Slowly he stood up, closing the little distance to the bed before settling down on the mattress.

"She's perfect, more than perfect." He placed a hand against Nola's cheek, literally staring at her sincerely after pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. "I'm sorry I wasn't here, babyᅳ you know I would've loved to be there."

"Hey, it's okay", she reassured him with a coo, sliding a little closer to him with a soft groan, which immediately made Happy look up with concern in his dark eyes. "I'm fine, don't worryᅳ just still a little sore", she assured him with a soft hum. "Thanks for coming right away, baby."

"Our daughter was just born, of course I was coming right away, Nola", the SAA grunted deadpanned, slipping his arm behind her back to pull her into his side. "I want you to know that you and Ruby come first, you hear me?"

"Our daughterᅳI like the sound of that", the blonde hummed happily, looking up at Happy with her bright blue eyes, his words meaning more to her than he could ever imagine. "But what about the club? I know how importantᅳ"

Happy quickly cut her off with a kiss he stole from her lips. "I love my club, and yes, I'm always available if they need meᅳ but you and Ruby come first, my priorities have changed, little girl."

As it should be. That didn't mean he wouldn't be there for his club anymore, he would always be there when they needed him. That's what he had signed up for when he joined decades agoᅳ but he had his own little family now and he knew everyone would understand. Not to sound rude, but he didn't want to be like Jax who only saw his sons a few times a week for a few hours because he couldn't find the time otherwise, or like the others who spent their time at the club instead of at home.

He would be there for his Old Lady and their child, not wanting to miss anything Ruby would learn even if that would still take a while. Also, Nola wasn't his maid, he'd make sure to help her around the house enough so she would have the time to just sit down, relax and cuddle with their baby.

"I love you, Lowman", Nola whispered sincerely, biting back a small sob, feelings and hormones still all over the place. "I hope you know thatᅳ and I appreciate everything you do for us."

Happy grunted with a slight nod, placing another kiss on the top of Nola's head as her arm slipped around his waist while she ran her free hand over Ruby's head. "I love you too, little girl, both of you."

"I can tell that she already feels comfortable with you." With a smile, Nola lifted her gaze, kissing the corner of Happy's mouth. "She's completely relaxed in your arms, no fussing and nothing. I know we said we'd see how things would go", Nola paused briefly, nervously chewing on her lower lip. "But in my eyes, you are already her dad, Hap. She belongs to you as much as she does to me."

Nola would probably never know how much her words really meant to Happy. For a moment he was even too emotionally moved to just stare at her and swallow hard instead of answering.

After a long moment of silence, he squeezed her arm, his gaze wandering from her to Ruby. "I know she's mine, it just feels right."

"So..does that mean that you'd like to take on the role of her dad right away?" Nola lovingly nudged his arm with her shoulder, smiling proudly. "She's going to be a daddy's girl, I just know it."

Happy chuckled, nodding his head slightly. "I hope so, she's already got me wrapped around her little finger."

"Mhm..me too, apparently that's already her first talent", Nola replied with a broad grin before she snuggled back into his side and exhaled contentedly.

And Happy enjoyed the moment to the fullest, both of his girls in his arms. That's what it felt to be rich. No amount of money in the world could replace this.

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mysticalmallard · 11 months ago

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Jealousy and Violence

Description: The party is in full swing when she arrives with her roommate. The night ends with Opie pissed and looking for violence.

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Opie stands near the entrance of the clubhouse, his mind a swarm of different emotions. He's nervous, excited, and a bit worried about how the night is going to go.

As he waits he sees a car pull up, and his heart skips a beat as he sees Jessica stepping out. His excitement quickly turns to a wave of disappointment as he notices she has a guy with her.

He watches as she talks to the guy, clearly having a conversation with him. Opie scowls at the sight of them together, the guy's hand on her shoulder. He can't hear what they're saying, but the sight of Jessica with another man bothers him more than he cares to admit.

He clenches his fists as they make his way over to him, feeling a pang of jealousy. He's already mentally preparing himself to play nice, even if he's less than thrilled about this new development.

As they approach, Opie tries to school his expression into something more neutral. He gives them a fake smile, his eyes lingering on the guy's hand still on her shoulder.

"Hey, you made it," he greets them casually, stuffing his hands into his pockets to hide his clenched fists.

Jessica smiles back at him, oblivious to his inner turmoil. "Yeah, we almost got lost trying to find this place," she says with a laugh, gesturing at the guy beside her. The tall, muscular guy standing next to her smiles as well, his eyes running over Opie.

"Yeah, it's a bit tucked away," Opie mutters, his gaze flitting between the guy and Jessica. "So this is your roommate?" he asks her, trying to sound nonchalant. In the back of his mind, he can't quell the flicker of jealousy.

"Yeah, this is Michael," Jessica introduces them, gesturing at the guy standing beside her.

The guy gives Opie a friendly smile, extending his hand. "Hey, nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you."

Opie eyes the guy warily, taking his hand in a firm handshake. "Yeah, same here," he mutters, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice. He glances at Jessica, hoping she hasn’t noticed his unfriendly demeanor.

Jessica, being her sweet self, doesn't seem to pick up on the tension. She smiles at both of them, oblivious to the undercurrents.

"C'mon, let's head inside," Opie suggests, trying to break the awkward tension. "It's a bit rowdy inside, but it'll be fun." he mutters, holding the door open for them.

"Good, this one could really use a drink, with the day she had" Michael sighed, walking Jessica inside.

Opie raises an eyebrow at Michael's comment. "A bad day, huh?" he asks, trying not to sound too eager for details. He follows them inside, his mind still fixated on the fact that she has a guy with her.

Jessica groans, her shoulders dropping. "Ugh, yeah. The places I went didn't have any positions available, and the interview I had this afternoon..." She pauses, shaking her head. "Ugh, total disaster...but i dont wanna talk about all that right now" she sighs waving her hand dismissively.

The mention of the interview piques Opie's interest. He glances at her, intrigued. "What happened at the interview?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice.

Michael grumbles upset beside her at Opies question. She lightly swats him to shut him up "..I'd really rather not talk about it" she answers Opie while giving Michael a look.

Opie's curiosity is heightened by her vague response. He can tell there's more to the story, and he wants to know what happened. But he can also see that she's not keen on discussing it further, and he doesn't want to push her.

He shoots a curious glance at Michael, wondering what he knows that he doesn't.Micheal makes another disapproving noise making Jessica glare at him.

"Welp...since I'm not wanted in conversation here I'm gonna head to the pool table...I just got paid and I'm feeling lucky" Michael mutters ruffling Jessica's head, messing up her hair and making her swat at him again laughing.

"Hey, not the hair!" she protests, trying to fix her messy hair. Opie watches their playful interaction with a mix of emotions. He can't help but feel slightly annoyed, noticing the ease and familiarity between the two.

Michael chuckles at her protest, his hand moving to ruffle her hair once more. Opie clenches his jaw, having to forcibly resist the urge to pull her away from him. He's never felt this possessive over anyone before and it's unnerving.

Michael heads off towards the pool table, leaving Opie and Jessica alone. Opie glances at her, watching her smooth down her hair. "You two seem close" he says, unable to keep the hint of jealousy out of his voice.

Jessica finishes fixing her hair, oblivious to the edge in Opie’s voice. "Yeah, Michael’s my best friend," she replies with a fond smile that causes a pang in Opie’s chest.

"Best friend, huh?" Opie mutters, the word feeling bitter on his tongue. He knows he's being ridiculous. Jealous over a simple friendship. But he can't help the feeling of resentment towards this Michael guy.

Jessica hums thoughtfully "Yeah, he and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember, basically grew up together" she replies not seeing why he's so interested.

She glances at him, noticing his scowl. "What’s with that face?"

Opie realizes he's scowling and quickly changes his expression. "Nothing," he grunts, not wanting to admit the truth. He knows he has no right to feel this protective over her, but he can't shake off the jealousy.

Jessica doesn't buy it, but she doesn't press him. Instead, she glances around the room, her eyes resting on the dancing people and the crowd. "Is it always like this?" she asks, watching the chaos.

Opie follows her gaze, taking in the rowdy atmosphere of the party. "Yeah, pretty much," he mutters, "This is a regular SAMCRO party. Things can get a little wild."

She hums as she takes in her surroundings, her eyes still scanning the room.

Opie watches her, studying her face. He wonders what she's thinking, if she's enjoying this chaos or if she's overwhelmed. He hesitates for a moment before finally speaking. "You, uh, want something to drink?" he asks, shoving his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

Jessica nods, her eyes finally focusing back on him. "Yeah, I could use a drink," she replies. "Nothing strong though...I guess im driving tonight." she says gesturing over to Michael taking multiple shots surrounded by a crowd of people cheering feeling quite comfortable in his surroundings.

Opie nods in understanding, his eyes flickering to Michael and the crowd around him. He feels another pang of jealousy, seeing the ease with which the man is fitting in. He swallows it back though, focusing on Jessica. "Alright, I'll get you something light." he says, leading her over to the bar.

The bar is packed with bikers and women, and they have to squeeze their way through the crowd. Opie keeps his hand on the small of Jessica's back, guiding her through the crowd of people. He can feel the heat from her body, and he has to resist the urge to pull her closer.

When they got to the bar he place an arm either side next to her on the bar, effectively creating a cage around stopping anyone from bumping into her while also not touching her himself.

The closeness of her body, the way she fits perfectly in the space he’s made for her, it’s almost too much for him. He can smell her perfume, a light floral scent, and it’s taking all his willpower not to bury his face into her hair.

He signals to the bartender, a pretty brunette in a tight top, who looks like part of the “entertainment” that Jax arranged earlier. The bartender gives him a sultry smile, her eyes lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. Opie grits his teeth, feeling uncomfortable under her gaze, but he pushes it aside and orders two beers.

The bartender turns to look at Jessica, giving her a not so subtle once-over. Opie bristles at the way the woman glances at Jessica, taking in her pretty face and flattering outfit. He can see the bartender mentally comparing herself to Jessica and finding herself lacking.

The bartender hands them their beers, her gaze flickering back to Opie. She leans over closer to him, showing an ample amount of cleavage. "If you need anything else, you let me know, okay?" she purrs, her voice dripping with suggestive undertones.

Opie thanks the bartender, gritting his teeth at her blatant flirting. He can feel Jessica tense up in front of him. He quickly grabs the beers, steering Jessica away from the bar.

They find a small table in a quieter corner and sit down. The music is still loud, but they can at least hear each other talk. Opie watches as Jessica takes a sip of her beer. Her fingers around the glass are slender and delicate, and for a moment he imagines what they would feel like on his skin. He chases away the thought and takes a gulp of his own beer.

The silence between them is awkward. Opie doesn't know what to say. He's not a conversationalist on a normal day, and right now he's too busy trying to keep his jealousy in check.

Jessica breaks the silence. "So...how long have you been part of the club?" she asks, taking another sip of her beer.

Opie shrugs, fiddling with the label on his beer bottle. "Since high school. Jax and I have been friends forever. Both of our dads were founding members, so i guess we always have been apart of it in some way....we became prospects at the same time." He glances at Jessica, noting the curiosity on her face.

She hums in understanding, her gaze drifting over the room before returning to Opie. "So, it's like a family thing then?" she inquires, genuinely interested. Despite the noisy and rowdy atmosphere, Opie feels himself relaxing a bit, his shoulders untensing.

"Yeah, you could say that," he replies, the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. "It's more than just a club. It's our brotherhood. Each and every member looks out for one another. It's...it's hard to explain." He takes another sip of his beer, watching her intently.

The hours fly by as they talk. Opie finds himself opening up more than he usually does. There's something about Jessica that makes it easy to talk to her, she listens intently and doesn't judge, offering advice and witty comments that make him chuckle. It's easy, comfortable and Opie finds himself growing more fond of her with each passing minute.

The longer they talk, the more Opie forgets about the party happening around them. The chaos, the music, the shouting, even the other members fade into the background. He's too fixated on her, her smile, her laugh, the way she tilts her head to the side when she's listening. He's drawn to her in a way he's never experienced before.

The two of them are in a comfortable bubble, immersed in conversation, when suddenly they are interrupted by Michael stumbling back to the table, swaying slightly. He slings an arm around Jessica's shoulders and grins at Opie.

"There you are!" he exclaims, his voice slightly slurred. His face is rosy, and he's obviously had a few drinks. He grins at Opie, then turns to Jessica. "I've been looking all over for you, Jessssiee...do you still feel upset that the guy tried to make you blow him for a job??."

Jessica's face flushes with embarrassment, her expression immediately going from relaxed to mortified in seconds. She shoves at Michael's chest, trying to push him away. "Michael!!" she hisses in a voice between a whisper and a yell, "Shut up!!"

Michael cackles, clearly enjoying himself. He turns to Opie and leers, a dopey grin plastered on his face. "Yeah, she was not happy about that, man...not at all."

Opie's eyes narrow at Michael's words. "What the hell are you going on about, man?" he snaps, feeling his irritation rising.

"Ignore him...It's nothing really, just a sleezy guy at the job interview I had" Jessica says, shrugging, pulling out a bottle of water from her purse handing it to Michael.

The mention of a sleazy guy makes Opie's blood boil a bit. He clenches his jaw, his protective instincts kicking in. "What do you mean 'sleazy'? What the hell did he do?" he asks, fixing his gaze on Jessica, his eyes suddenly intense.

Jessica avoids Opie's gaze, busying herself by fussing with the hem of her top. "He just made some inappropriate comments, that's all" she replies, her voice nonchalant.

Michael scoffs, opening the water bottle and chugging it. "Yeah right he told you that you would only get the job if you blew him then he tried to stop you from leaving....that's a little more than inappropriate Jessie" Michael pouts up at her still pissed that she wouldn't let him do anything about it when he first found out.

Opie feels a surge of anger at Michael's words. Someone had made a pass at her, tried to manipulate her into something like that? He feels a possessive need to protect her, to make sure no one ever puts her in that position again. "Who the hell was this guy?" he growls, his voice dangerously low.

Michael shrugs "she wouldn't tell me who but I know the bar....Real dodgy looking shack on the outside of Charming heading north.." Michael mumbles ignoring the look Jessica was giving him.

Opie absorbs the information, immediately recognizing the bar Michael is talking about. He's been there before, on club business, and it's definitely a seedy place. Thinking about Jessica being in that environment, being propositioned like that, makes his blood boil.

"I know that place," he mutters, still clenched jaw. He turns his gaze back to Jessica, his expression stormy. "You're not going back there, understood?" he says firmly. It's not a request.

Opie marches away from the table, his mind churning. He spots a group of members near the pool table and heads over to them. They greet him with nods and smiles, but he's not interested in pleasantries right now. "Jax, need to talk to you," he says gruffly, his tone making it clear it's important. Jax, sensing the seriousness in Opie's voice, straightens up. "What's up, brother?" he asks.

Opie leans in, his voice low so only Jax can hear. "Jessica had an incident at a bar downtown," he starts, "Some sleazeball tried to make her blow him for a job and would let her leave."

Jax's brows furrow, his protective instincts kicking in as well. "Who was it?" he asks, already starting to feel angry for Jessica's sake.

"Don't know yet," Opie replies, frustration seeping into his voice. "But we're gonna find out....do you think some of the guys are sober enough for some shit kicking?"

Jax chuckles at that, a dangerous smile forming on his face. "Oh, there's at least a few of us left who can still walk without stumbling over our own two feet." He glances around the room, sizing up a few of the other members who seemed relatively sober.

Jax grins, slapping Opie on the shoulder. He turns to the other members, yelling for their attention. "Hey, we got a situation needs taking care of, who's sober enough to ride?"

A few of the members perk up at that, the excitement of a possible confrontation overriding their inebriation. They stumble over to Jax and Opie, some more steadier on their feet than others.

"Alright," Jax barks, "We gotta go teach some bastard a lesson about treating women with respect. You in?"

The members nod, eager to get on their bikes and cause some damage. They all love a good fight.

"Then let's get moving," Jax says, turning to Opie. "Lead the way, man." Opie nods, already heading for the door.

Jessica watches as they all storm pass her heading outside "Opie...what's going on?" She asks him as he stomps by.

He stops, looking at her for a moment before answering. "stay here I'll be back in awhile," he says bluntly.

His tone is gruff and dismissive, but there's a hint of worry in his eyes. Before she can say anything else, he's out the door, leaving her standing there worried and confused.

As Opie steps out into the night, flanked by Jax and the rest of the MC, his mind is already focused on the task at hand. They mount their bikes, the engines roaring to life. The adrenaline is pumping through their veins, fueling their anger and determination. They know they're about to do something illegal, something that could have consequences, but at this moment they don't care. This is about protecting one of their own, about sending a message to any dirt bag who thinks it's okay to treat women with disrespect.

Jessica walks outside followed by Michael still trying to figure out what is going on.

As they step outside, Opie's eyes immediately catch sight of Jessica and Michael. He curses under his breath, not wanting them to be involved in what he's about to do. He glares at both of them, his eyes hardening.

Her eyes widen as she sees the raw anger etched on his face. She tries to call out to him, but the roar of the motorcycles drowns out her voice.

Michael has a neutral look on his face. He understands whats happening and why. he knows its not something the club would stand for.

Glancing from the group of bikers to Jessica he sighs.

"Come on lets go inside and wait for them to come back" he says calmly putting an arm around her to guide her back inside. He looks over his shoulder locking eyes with Opie giving him a short nod.

Opie acknowledges the short nod from Michael with a slight dip of his head. He knows that Michael will look after Jessica while he's gone and it eases his mind a bit.

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kindnessisweakness2 · 7 days ago

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While a panicked Emily ran to Gemma for help, Jax had made his way straight to Noah's dorm. Not even knocking Jax used his foot to open the locked door. The loud crash of it hitting the desk made Noah and a skinny brunette jump from the bed. "Out now." Jax ordered the woman through gritted teeth. She skittered from the room, head down immediately. Noah didn't get much of a chance to protest before Jax slammed him into the shelves behind him. "You piece of shit." Noah shoved Jax away, fist coming up to smack the VP in the jaw. "She told you what I said then?" Noah grinned but it wasn't there for long. Jax gave as good as he got. Swinging his own punch at the prospect, Jax smirked at the satisfying crunch of Noah's nose. It wasn't long before the noise of the fight attracted the attention of the rest of the sleeping clubhouse. Chibs and Tig came barrelling into the room just in time to see the blur that was a fighting Noah and Jax crash into the large oak chest of draws. After alot of shouting and pulling they managed to split the pair up. "What the fuck is going on?" Chibs shouted, his arm still firmly against Jax's heaving chest, fist full of his black hoodie in a tight grip. Jax's eyes never left Noah as he spoke through gritted teeth. "Just making clear this Assholes visits to Em stop now." Tigs head snapped to Noah. "The fuck you going near her for?" Noah shrugged at Tig. "Its mine and Em's business." Jax struggled against Chibs at that comment. "You don't have no more fucking business with her! You know where she ended up tonight because of your fucking lie? Dancing on the hairy dog bar top drunk out of her fucking mind!" Chibs and Tig both rounded on Jax. "Is she okay? Where is she now?" Both fired questions at him. "She's okay. I made sure. Unlike this idiot." Jax was pissed. But now so was Tig and Chibs. "You clearly didn't listen when Jax told you. So now I'm telling you..." Tig shoved Noah hard against the wall, hand pushing his head into the cold brick. "Stay the fuck away from her. Because if you don't, you'll lose more than your patch." Tigs warning was clear. Jax hoped Noah would listen because he never wanted to see Emily like he did tonight.

His phone ringing cut through the tension in the room. Taking his phone from his pocket Jax swiped at the blood he could feel on his lip, and answered the unknown number. "Yeah?" Jax's head shot up when he heard his moms voice on the other end. "Mom? Why the hell you calling me from a pre pay? Something wrong?" Gemmas attitude hit Jax's ears instantly. "Considering I have Little Miss Angry currently asleep on my sofa worried about you and your temper, yes something is wrong." Jax's eyes widened in Suprise. "The fuck is she doing there? How did she get there? I left her with Juice!" The questions flew from his mouth not giving his mom time to answer. "she was worried about you doing something stupid! Drunk fucking drove over here. Just get your ass to mine without killing the moron prospect" Without another word she hung up. Jax pocketed his phone and with one last glare towards a smirking Noah, he made his way out of the clubhouse.

Arriving at his moms just as the sky was starting to glow a beautiful orange colour, Jax took off his helmet and rubbed his eyes. Anger and adrenaline gone from his blood stream, the desire to sleep was starting to set in. The sound of the door swinging open made him turn and look at his mother who stood in the doorway hands on her hips. The blood he could taste on his lips and the soreness he could feel on his face, no doubt gave away that he'd been in a fight. Making his way inside, his heart jumped at the sight of Emily curled up on the sofa with a throw blanket thrown over her legs. Her cheeks were a light pink from the alcohol running through her veins, her purple and black curls sprawled out everywhere. "What's going on Jackson?" Gemma spoke softly. Jax turned to face his mom, reluctance to talk clearly on his face. "Nothings going on." Gemma scoffed "That's bullshit." Jax frowned at her as he moved to lean against the counter. "I like her okay. She's different. I've liked her since she stormed on to TM and handed Noah's ass to him. Noah's hurt her. Badly. My reputation isn't exactly the best mom. You know what I was like when Tara left. You think shes oblivious to all the women ive been with the last few years? When I was on that run to Nevada all I could think about was her and getting home. Seeing her holding Abel, waiting for me at the lot...I don't know." Gemma eyed her son with that knowing look he always hated. "It gave you a glimpse of what you could have. Look son, she cares about you. That's clear to see. Noah's a prospect. Your a VP baby. He isn't even in your eyeline. This is your legacy. You want her, show her shes not just easy pussy. Treat her right and she'll make a great old lady. Everything she did for Noah, that he didn't appreciate, proves how much she takes care of her man. I like her. I think she'll be good for you." Jax smiled at his mom as she kissed his forehead and made her way out of the kitchen. At the sound of her bedroom door shutting, Emily stirred.

A/N: please please leave a comment to let me know if you like where im going with this! I've got atleast 4 more chapters to post but I'm not 100% sure on the direction I'm taking it. 😣

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juancarlos-ortiz · 1 year ago

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Distraction - Happy Lowman x Reader One Shot (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Going in head first on the smut train with this little Happy story - MINORS DNI. I haven't written smut in years so I hope this is ok. Super fun to write for Hap too!

Warnings: Reader has female anatomy but I tried to keep pronouns to a minimum. SMUT - nipple play, nipple sucking/licking, masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, cum, swearing, mature content 18+

Word Count: 2373 words

You smiled as you put your keys in your front door and worked the lock. Happy's boots were at the door, and his bike was parked out on the curb. The pot plant that you had your spare key hidden in was slightly off to one side - only something you would notice. Closing the door behind you, you made your way up the hall, your smile growing when you spotted Happy on your couch. He was nursing a beer in one hand, his other lazily petting your cat that was curled up against his thigh. His eyes were trained on the television. "Hey," you murmured quietly. Happy turned his stare to you, his eyes hard and jaw set. You noticed the tenseness in his shoulders and exhaled a sigh out your nose.

Stakes within the club were getting higher and higher, Jax's control over himself and his decisions seeming to become more strained and erratic everyday since Tara's murder. Happy would never admit it but it was difficult to watch the man he called brother and President slowly begin to lose his way, and have the fallout of that affect the club he loved so much. Happy had always been a very intense individual. You could admit that before you started hooking up a couple of months ago he actually frightened you. But after spending time actually getting to know him and see past his Sargent at Arms patch, you could see that beneath his tough exterior was a man who loved hard. Between his relationships with his brothers to the way that he doted on his mom and aunt, that much was clear.

You dumped your bag on the floor and traipsed over to the lounge. You sat next to Happy, nudging your cat gently so she would move from between you two, allowing you to sidle up against him and wrap your arms around his torso. You cat sprang off the lounge and meowed in annoyance, sending a scathing look your way. "Sorry kitty," you mumbled as Happy wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "She likes you, ya know. Usually she hates guys," you told him. Happy's laugh rumbled in his chest. "Usually I hate cats, so I guess we're both making exceptions," he replied. You pulled your head up from his shoulder and looked into Happy's eyes. "Are you okay?" you asked. Happy sighed, his mouth falling into a small frown. "Yeah," he said. "You don't gotta worry about me."

You pursed your lips, your brow furrowing. "I always worry about you," you admitted. Happy's eyebrows rose. "Is that right?" he asked. Your face flushed, the sudden heat in your cheeks making you divert your stare. Happy laughed again, the gravelly sound making your stomach clench. You laced your fingers with his and stood from your seat. Happy stared up at you fiercely. "You need a distraction?" you asked. He smirked. "You gonna give me one?" You tugged on his hand to pull him to stand with you. You grabbed the nearly empty beer bottle from him and placed it on the coffee table. Then you turned and began to guide Happy to your bedroom. His grip on your hand tightened.

You stood at the end of your bed and faced him. As you reached for the buttons of his cut, he grasped your wrists. You cocked an eyebrow. "Close the door," he ordered. "What?" you laughed. "Don't wanna look up while I'm inside you and see your cat starin' at me like last time," he stated. You laughed and stepped over to the door closing it, half amused half turned on by his brash choice of wording. Stepping back to him you ran your hands up his chest, pulling at the snap buttons. "Better?" you hummed. He just nodded and let you get to work. You undid his cut and slid it off his shoulders before peeling his shirt off of him too. You traced the inked lines across the plane of his chest and stomach, noting how his skin tensed and pebbled at your touch.

You moved your hands towards his belt, pushing the fingers of your right hand beneath his waist band to grasp it whilst your left hand gripped the knife at his side. You pulled him towards you. Happy's eyes widened as he grunted at your actions. You smirked and ran your hand up his chest to grip the side of his neck, tugging him downwards to meet your kiss. You sighed as your lips met, slanting against one another as the fight for dominance began. Happy's kiss was bruising, a landslide of want and pent up frustration barrelling down upon you as he gripped both sides of your neck with his rough hands. You gasped and he took the opportunity to push his tongue past the seam of your lips.

His hands descended down your body, gripping your shoulders, pinching your sides gently, running a hand over your breast, grasping at your hips. In a rush, he crumpled the hem of the shirt you were wearing in his fists and pulled away from your mouth to roughly pull it over your head. You blinked rapidly as he pulled you to him, mouthing at the junction of your shoulder and neck, teeth scraping harshly. You sucked in a sharp breath. "Wait," you choked out. "Wait, hang on," you pushed him back gently. Happy pulled back, confusion written all over his face. "You want to stop?" he asked, trying to downplay the bewilderment in his voice. "No, I don't want to stop," you replied, holding him still once more as he tried to restart what you had paused. "I just… I thought maybe we could try something different tonight." "Different?" he asked.

Happy was no stranger to your body and how to make you feel good but usually every dalliance in the sheets with him ran a similar course. Hard, rough, fast. He always made sure you enjoyed yourself, but it was clear to you that many, if not all, of his previous experiences hadn't been about anything other than getting off. You loved the rough stuff, but there were moments that you wished you had both taken more time with each other. Smiling softly, you stepped into his space again. "Want you to let me take control. Is that ok?" you asked. Happy stared down at you, grappling with your words. There were very little instances in his life where he would let anyone take control away from him. But the way you stared up at him, chest rising and falling with rushed breaths, your tongue darting out to wet your lips - how could he say no.

He swallowed thickly and nodded. You grazed your fingertips down his torso once more, your hands landing on his belt buckle. Slowly, you undid it, revelling in how he shivered as your hands ghosted the skin above where he was beginning to grow hard and aching for you. You nudged his jeans and they fell to the floor - his chain clinking against the hardwood. You ran a finger across the waistband of his boxers. Happy breathed heavily and closed his eyes. "Wanna touch you," he professed, his hands twitching at his sides. You smirked and dipped your hand under his boxers, grasping his cock in your hand. It continued to harden in your grip. "I know baby," you lent forward and pressed a soft kiss against his chest, feeling the vibration under your lips as he groaned. You stroked him slowly from base to tip.

"Look at me," you taunted, smiling when Happy's eyes met yours, his nostrils flaring. "Want you to undress me," you whispered. In a flash Happy's hands were on you, gripping at the button on your pants. "Slowly, slowly," you tutted, pulling your hand from his boxers and gripping his wrists. He clenched his jaw in frustration, making you smirk. You pulled his hands up your sides and around your back to the clasp of your bra. "Kiss me," you breathed. He leant down to press his mouth against yours, unhooking the clasp of your bra and pulling it slowly down your arms. Your skin goosebumped as the garment was taken away, your nipples immediately stiffening into hard buds. Happy pulled back from your kiss to run his hands over both of your breasts, cupping them gently and staring intensely. You flushed under his observation. Moving softly, he swiped both of his thumbs over your hardened nipples making you arch into his touch. He looked up into your face and moved his thumbs again, studying your reaction.

He didn’t realise this was something that was so enjoyable for you. Sure he had used his mouth and hands to play with your nipples briefly before during the act of sex but he had never realised that this act alone could be so… erotic. He pinched them gently, his cock straining as your eyes fluttered shut and a hitched moan fell from your lips. His mouth watered and he lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, his groan matching yours as he lathed his tongue over it. Your hands flew to his head, gripping him and keeping him there. That was fine with him. He would happily stay here for hours if he could get you to make that noise again, if it would make you shudder in his arms over and over. He pulled away and you whined before gasping again as he moved his efforts to your other nipple, making him smirk.

You grasped his free hand and began to move it towards the waistband of your pants. He flicked the button open and shoved them down, chuckling as you eagerly tried to hop out of them. "Slowly, remember," he teased. You pulled your pants off and rolled your eyes. "Shut up, Lowman." He moved to take your sensitive nipple back into his mouth, pushing his fingers down into your panties and groaning at the slick wetness that had already gathered there. Roughly he slipped his fingers between your lips and began to quickly roll your sensitive clit in circles. You shuddered and clenched your thighs around his hand. He growled, trying to move his hand against you. "Slowly," you scolded, although it mostly came out as a panting grunt. Happy released your nipple from his mouth and spun you before pushing you gently against the bed. He sank to his knees and pulled your panties down with him.

He leant forward and pressed a kiss to the apex of your pussy, making you shudder. Gently he pushed you to sit on the edge of the bed. "Show me," he breathed, grasping both of your ankles and setting your feet up on the bed, spreading you out before him. You burned with both desire and embarrassment to have him staring at you so closely and intimately. You tried to close your legs but he held them steadily. "Show me how you like it," he leant forward and gently sank his teeth into your inner thigh. You gasped and immediately your hand moved to your pussy. You pushed your middle and ring finger over your clit and down through your slit before they reached your hole, shivering as you pushed them in all while Happy watched. You gathered some slick on your fingers, dragging them back up the way they came.

You pulled your hand up to your mouth and ran those fingers over your tongue, gathering the spit that had pooled there to add to your makeshift lubricant, simultaneously tasting yourself. Happy groaned and you watched his hand move, knowing it was now in his boxers and he was fucking his fist. The sight turned you on further and you moved your hand back down to circle your clit. You moved it slowly the way you like it, feeling your stomach tighten as you clenched and unclenched, Happy's eyes never leaving your pussy. "Happy," you choked, dipping your fingers down into your hole again before returning to your clit. "Tell me what you want," he growled. "Your fingers… in me…" you panted. He obliged, pulling his hand out of his boxers and licking his own middle and ring fingers.

He pushed the tips of them against your entrance and moaned at how you responded so eagerly, your eyes rolling and pussy clenching before he could even inch them inside completely. You rolled your fingers over your clit quicker and he slowly pressed his fingers inside of you. "What do you want me to do baby?" he asked, crooking his fingers against the soft walls of you, never taking his eyes of where his knuckles were pressed up against you. "Like that please," you mumbled, moaning as he continued to crook his fingers, only moving them in and out in small thrusts. You tightened around his fingers, pulsing and thrumming as your fingers continued to move over that bundle of nerves. Happy could feel his balls tightening, his own stomach heavy and coiling just at the site of you working together to make you feel this good.

You moaned and arched, throwing your head back as all of the blood in your body felt like it raced down to every nerve ending south of your navel. "Hey," Happy growled, smacking your thigh with his free hand. Your head shot up, eyes meeting his as you both continued your assault on your pussy. "Look at me," he barked. You whined, fighting to keep your eyes open as your orgasm crested, jolting through you making your toes curl and your calves nearly cramp, keening and shuddering, your fingers never slowing down. Happy grunted and stood, continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of you and stroke himself with his other hand. With a moan he came, his hips jerking as warm stripes of his cum painted your pussy, mixing with the wetness that had accumulated. Sighing, you laid back with your legs still spread, your chest heaving as you tried to clear the fog in your mind. Suddenly the bed dipped and Happy leaned over you. You smiled and pressed your mouth against his. Pulling away he smirked. "Show me again."

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epinebleue · 6 months ago

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i can fix him (no really i can) (m) (chibs telford) | 04

It was as if the pieces began to slide into place. He had pulled away from her the moment she had stepped back into Charming. Not in an obvious, cruel way, but in that subtle, almost imperceptible retreat of someone who had already decided he wasn’t allowed to want something.

pairing: filip “chibs” telford x eloise “ellie” teller (original female character)

genre: angst, fluff, mature.

content warnings: cursing, depiction of loss and family issues.

author's note: it's been a while! please tell me what you think of this, your feedback is always welcomed 🥰

tag list: @daphnen21 @undead-ahead-wh0re

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Ellie’s phone vibrated, the ringtone so loud that the noise drowned the chirping of the birds that had nested in the tree outside her window.

With her face still buried in the pillow, she stretched out an arm to grab the device. Not even bothering to glance at the name on the screen, Ellie pressed the green button before pulling it to her ear.

“What?”

“Damn, not even a good morning?” A feminine voice said through the speaker. “California’s rudeness has rubbed off on you this soon?”

“I’m sorry, Maya.” Ellie turned to lie on her back, unable to open her eyes. “I got to the hotel pretty late. It’s seven in the morning over here.”

“Yeah, I figured. But I couldn’t wait any longer, I wanted to know how it went.”

Ellie’s mind regressed to the night before. Immediately, her heart sank.

“Should there be more?”

Chibs held her gaze for a moment, the weight of her words sinking in. His heart tightened, but he quickly shook his head, his cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers as he took another drag. He let the smoke settle in his lungs, then blew it out. It dissolved in the cool evening air.

Six years. Six fucking years. And yet, here they were, just as tangled as before.

“Maybe you should ask yourself that.”

Ellie didn’t answer, her eyes fixed in the darkening horizon. But he saw her clench her jaw.

Upon her silence, Chibs resumed:

“I’ve seen you grow, Ellie.” He began, turning Ellie’s stomach. Why did he have to say it like that, as if explaining it to a small child? Would he always see her like that? “I could never see further than that.”

God, she wanted to scream and kick the floor. Six years away and she still hadn’t learned to not make a fool of herself in front of him. It was pathetic, really.

Ellie’s eyes flicked to him, sharp and defensive.

“It’s fine, Filip.” She said, quietly. A small fake smile splattered on her face. “I did something stupid at a time when I was vulnerable. You did what you had to do.”

The girl turned her back to him then. She threw the remains of her cigarette to the concrete and stepped on it to extinguish it.

“I came back because my brother needs me, because my nephew needs me. That’s all I’m on.” She let the words fall from her lips like a shield, even though they didn’t feel like the truth. “You don’t have to worry about me or my feelings anymore. I can handle myself. I’m a grown woman.”

“Well, it was… expected.”

Silence took over the call for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Ellie.” The girl opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her. “Are you okay?”

“I am. I just…” Ellie stopped herself. “I knew exactly how my mom would react, and yet she disappointed me, you know?”

“It makes perfect sense, actually.” Maya said, and Ellie couldn’t see her, but she knew she was nodding her head. “You were hoping for something different, something better. I think everyone has someone they know will let them down, but they keep holding out hope that, one time, it will be different. And when that hope gets crushed, they feel like they were the ones who were wrong for expecting more. It’s okay to be disappointed, Ellie. Fuck, I’d be, too. But sometimes people can’t give you what you need, even when they’re supposed to. Wanting it doesn’t make you weak or foolish.”

Ellie, who had sat with her back against the headboard, grabbed her best friend’s words and took them close to her heart. They were warm, comforting. She held onto them.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“You have, but it’s always nice to hear it.” Maya let out a giggle. “I just want you to be okay. Will you be okay?”

Ellie’s eyes drifted to the window, the sunlight barely creeping through the curtains. for a moment, she allowed herself to feel the weight of everything: the confusion, the pain, the disappointment. She wasn’t in her childhood home, forced to hide her emotions. Right there, in a little room of a hotel in her hometown, she found a fleeting shelter.

A small breath escaped her lips as she smiled.

“What are you talking about? I will.” She answered, her voice a little steadier. “I’m a tough kid.”

“Is it weird that I’m nervous?”

Jax’s soft laugh filled the elevator.

“What for?”

“Maybe nervous isn’t the correct word. Excited? I’m literally shaking, look.”

Ellie stretched her arm and held it in the air so that Jackson could see her wobbling hand.

The elevator dinged as they reached the sixth floor, where the neonatal unit could be found. Ellie followed Jax through the white, brightly-lit corridors, the sterile smell sticking to her nostrils.

They turned a corner and walked to the end of the hallway. Past a viewing panel, Jax opened a door and stepped aside, allowing Ellie to step into the room first.

There, inside an incubator, a newborn seemed to be peacefully sleeping. Ellie went mute as she left her purse in a chair by the door, walking forward until she was in front of the incubator. Her first instinct was to touch him, but her plan found the cold wall of the machine. She didn’t care.

Ellie couldn’t utter a word, too overwhelmed by emotions. Her brother, a person she had known forever, had made a baby. How crazy was that?

As if sensing movement outside, Abel shifted slightly.

“Doctor says he’s doing great.” Jax said, reading his little sister’s expressions. “In spite of it all, he’s going to be okay.”

Ellie just couldn’t take her eyes from Abel. Never would she have thought something so small could hold such strength.

“Hi, Abel.” She whispered, finally finding her voice. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her voice cracked, and so she went mute again. She blinks quickly, trying to get rid of the tears that had gathered in her eyes. But Jax was family, after all, and knew how to read her. He took a step forward and stood beside her, his palm finding her back to caress it.

“You can cry, Ellie.” He said, softly. “He’s worth crying over.”

Ellie looked up to his brother, her lips pressed into a smile. Jax was right: he absolutely was.

“Hi, baby. I’m your aunt, I’m Aunt Eloise.” Once again, Abel shifted in the crib as if he could hear what she was saying. “I’m going to buy you so many toys, and so much candy.”

Ellie had sacrificed a lot of things the moment she decided to leave Charming. First and foremost, her family. She had always known it wasn’t the best, but it was hers.

She had missed out on being there as Opie and Donna’s kids grew up, watching Jax turn into the man he was today.

The plan had been clear from the start: staying in Charming for at least two months, knowing Jax would need all the help he could get with Abel.

And now that she had seen Abel, she didn’t want to see anything else.

She couldn’t help but wonder if she would be able to pack her stuff as easily as she had thought. How could she leave him? How could she walk away from his little life, one she wanted so desperately to be a part of?

Just the thought of missing out on watching him grow up tore her heart apart.

But millions of people lived far away from home, right? She could still visit on Christmas and birthdays. She could still call him every day.

It had been enough once. Why didn’t it feel enough now?

As Ellie stood in front of Abel’s incubator, the weight of her conflicting emotions felt almost unbearable. She wanted to stay, to be there for Jax, for Abel, but the reality of it all, the life she had left behind in Charming, the life she’d tried to escape, pushed her away with immense force.

She turned her head slightly to glance at Jax, who had been quietly watching her process the moment. He seemed to be deep in thought too, standing a few steps back, giving her space.

The quiet hum of the hospital seemed to deepen, and before Ellie could say anything more, Jax’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen before he answered it.

Ellie didn’t want to listen to his conversation, but the quiet buzz of his voice filled the room as he stepped back toward the door, glancing at her before walking out into the hallway. She followed him, not wanting to leave Abel but knowing she had to, feeling as if there was an unspoken understanding between the two of them that this wasn’t the end.

Jax’s voice softened as he spoke, stepping further away to take the call in private, though Ellie could still hear snippets of his conversation. He was probably speaking with someone from the club, a member or someone who needed something.

Ellie quietly stepped into the hallway, hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket, her mind still focused on Abel. She needed a minute to process everything, to figure out how to handle the pull between her past and the life she wanted for herself.

As she turned down the corridor, she noticed a familiar face approaching. She blinked, her heart skipping a beat as the last person she expected to see emerged from the hallway.

Tara Knowles, looking as composed and as put-together as always, was walking toward her, a light frown on her face as she glanced at Ellie. It only took a second for both of them to recognize each other. Tara’s eyes widened in recognition, followed by a surprised, almost disbelieving expression.

“Ellie?” Tara asked, softly, with a mixture of surprise and something else. Curiosity? Concern? Ellie couldn't tell.

Ellie’s heart fluttered. She hadn’t seen Tara in years, not since the day she’d left Charming. Their relationship had never been bad, but she had seen how Tara’s departure had broken Jax’s heart.

It was difficult to be objective in times like those.

The youngest Teller smiled faintly, feeling awkward but trying to make the best of it.

“Hi, Tara.” She said, offering a nod of acknowledgment. “It’s been a while.”

Tara blinked, still processing the fact that Ellie was in front of her.

“A while?” Her lips curled into a faint but genuine smile. “It’s been six years.”

Ellie felt her chest tighten slightly at the mention of the time that had passed. Six years. The distance, the years apart, the mistakes. So much had changed since then…

“Yeah.” Ellie agreed, shrugging her shoulders a little. “Six years… Seems like a lifetime, huh?”

Tara nodded slowly. The two women shared a brief silence. There was an undeniable distance between them, a gap that only time could create. Finally, Tara spoke again.

“I didn’t expect to run into you here. I thought you’d still be… away.”

Ellie’s gaze dropped for a moment, but she met Tara’s eyes again. “Yeah. I… I came back for a little while. For Jax. For the baby.”

Tara’s expression softened at the mention of Abel.

“I get it.” She said, her voice quieter. She took a step closer, her gaze lingering on Ellie. “How’s everything going?”

Ellie felt a wave of tension rise in her chest. It wasn’t like things had been easy between her and the family when she left.

“It’s… complicated. But I’m here now.” Ellie said softly, glancing over at Jax, who was still on the phone, his back to them.

Tara’s gaze followed Ellie’s, her eyes flicking toward Jax before she turned back.

“I’m glad you’re here.” She said, a small but genuine smile on her lips. “We should meet up and catch up.”

Ellie hesitated, but there was something kind in Tara’s offer, and for the first time in a while, Ellie found herself wanting to bridge the gap.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Ellie said, nodding. “We should grab coffee sometime.”

Tara’s smile widened, her posture relaxing just a little. “It’s a date then. I’ll text you.”

Ellie felt a tiny weight lift off her shoulders as Tara gave her a small wave and turned to walk away, her movements graceful, professional. That was a woman comfortable in her skin.

As Ellie watched her go, she couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, a little less burdened by the awkwardness of the past. Maybe it was possible to reconnect after all.

Jax finally ended his call and came over to her side.

“Everything okay?” He asked, his voice soft.

Ellie nodded, her smile returning. “Yeah. Just… talking to Tara.”

Jax raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a grin.

“That’s a surprise.” He looked back down the hall where Tara had disappeared, and then back at Ellie. “Well, look at you. Making friends already.”

Ellie’s gaze shifted back to Abel’s room, her heart still full of emotions she couldn’t quite explain.

“Well, it’s never too late.”

“Aren’t you guys supposed to, you know… be good at this?”

Juice sighed, his hands wrapped loosely around the shotgun, eyes fixed on the game counter. He slumped forward, trying to mask his irritation, but failing miserably. Then, he glanced at Ellie with a hint of defensiveness.

“I underperform under pressure, okay?”

The girl raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a playful smirk.

“I bet you do.”

The sound of Bobby and Tig’s laugh echoed around them, low and scandalous. Juice shot them both a glare before turning back to Ellie, now visibly annoyed. Without a word, he passed her the shotgun, his fingers brushing hers.

“Why don’t you try, princess?”

Slightly taken aback by his challenging tone, Ellie took the shotgun, her fingers expertly finding the trigger.

“Are you sure you want to turn this into a competition?”

Juice smirked, as if delighted by her question.

“Chickening out already?”

Ellie straightened her back and strode to the stand confidently. Juice stayed behind, his arms crossed. Ellie found it funny how one simple comment had been enough to ignite his fury.

Men were always so goddamn protective of their ego.

“You’re on.” Ellie shot him a look over her shoulder as she settled into position. “I’ll beat your ass and win the giant elephant.”

As she lifted the shotgun to her shoulder, the group fell silent, the tension palpable. She adjusted her stance with precision, like she’d been doing this her whole life. Juice, on the other hand, fidgeted nervously, rubbing his temples.

Then, with a sharp crack, the first duck went down. Ellie didn’t even flinch.

Juice could simply stare.

“Shit.” He whispered.

Growing up, Ellie couldn’t stand watching Gemma and Clay kiss in front of her. She would usually turn to Jax with the biggest face of disgust and laugh when he silently gagged, pretending to throw up.

Carrying her huge purple elephant, she walked behind her mother and her husband. They behaved like two horny teeangers, and it made her stomach turn. Jax’s arm falling on her shoulders pulled her out of her head.

Ellie glanced up at her older brother, his familiar presence grounding her in the moment. Jax’s mischievous smile softened when he saw the way her eyes lingered on their mother and Clay.

“Do you think Mom ever loved Dad like that?” She asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it.

Jax remained quiet for a beat, his gaze shifting from Gemma and Clay back to Ellie. It was as though he was searching for an answer in them, or maybe he was just buying time to avoid a topic he didn’t know how to address with his little sister.

“I don’t know.” He finally muttered. “Maybe? At least I hope so.”

Ellie’s heart twisted. If she loved him that much, how could she cheat on him? She glanced at their mother, now laughing as Clay whispered something in her ear. How could love feel so tangled? It seemed like it wasn’t just messy, it was shattered. How could they all be caught up in something so complicated, so unpredictable?

“Hey, you okay?” Jax asked, nudging her gently.

Ellie gave a small, tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, just thinking.”

Jax chuckled, a soft sound of understanding. “Maybe it’s better not to think too much about it. Trust me, it doesn’t help.”

Ellie laughed, but it was bittersweet. Her shoulders relaxed a little, though the knot in her chest remained. Maybe Jax was right. Maybe it was better to let it go for now. But something told her, deep down, that she’d have to figure it out eventually.

The sounds of the carnival filled the air as Ellie, Jax, and the others walked through the crowd. The lights of the Ferris wheel flickered overhead, and the scent of popcorn and candy floss drifted through the air. Ellie felt her mind wandering, caught between the present and memories of the past, when a familiar voice pulled her back to reality.

“Ellie?”

She froze. It was the voice of someone she hadn’t heard in years. Turning around, she found herself staring at none other than Tristen Oswald, the girl she used to babysit. Tristen looked completely different. Older, of course, but there was still that same energy and warmth in her smile.

“Tristen?” Ellie asked, her heart giving a small leap.

Tristen’s face lit up as she rushed forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Oh my god, it’s really you!”

She threw her arms around Ellie in an enthusiastic hug, making Ellie laugh.

“I didn’t even recognize you at first!” Ellie said, pulling back slightly but still keeping her hands on Tristen’s shoulders, taking in the sight of the young girl in front of her. “You’ve grown up so much.”

Tristen glanced over her shoulder at her parents, who were standing a little further back.

“I was just talking to my mom about you. She always said you were the best babysitter we ever had.”

“I remember those days.” Ellie couldn’t help but smile. “You were such a little handful back then.”

“And you still survived!” Tristen’s laughter rang out. She shifted her stance, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “You should totally come with me on the Ferris wheel. Please? It’ll be just like old times. I swear I’m still scared of the heights, so you can totally protect me.”

Before Ellie could answer, Tristen’s parents stepped forward.

“Ellie?” A warm, familiar voice called out. Ellie turned to see Karen and Elliot approaching, both looking as polished as she remembered. Karen gave her a welcoming smile, her eyes twinkling with genuine fondness. “Well, well, look at you. It’s been so long.”

Ellie smiled back, a bit surprised but pleased to see them.

“It’s been a while.” She said. “How have you two been?”

“We’ve been good.” Karen replied smoothly. She paused, glancing over at Jax and the others, who had fallen a bit behind. “And you’re looking well. I hope things have been treating you kindly since you came back.”

Ellie gave a small, stiff smile.

“I’m doing okay, yeah.”

Elliot, who had always been a bit more reserved, nodded in agreement. “Good to see you back in Charming. It’s been… long.”

Jax, noticing the tension in the air as Karen and Elliot exchanged polite words with Ellie, stepped forward, flashing a tight smile at Tristen’s parents.

“Hey.” Jax greeted them, his tone casual but respectful. He gave them both a quick nod before turning back to Ellie. “What’s the verdict? Are you going up on the Ferris wheel with Tristen?”

Ellie glanced at Tristen, who was still looking at her with wide eyes.

“I think so.” She said, offering a playful grin. “Besides, it’s been ages since I’ve been on a ride like that.”

Tristen’s smile widened as she gave Ellie an excited thumbs-up.

“I’ll save you a seat!”

She said, turning toward the entrance of the ride, practically bouncing on her heels.

Before Ellie could follow, Karen leaned in, her tone becoming a little more sharp.

“Don’t let her drag you into too much trouble, Ellie.” She said quietly, though there was a kind smile on her face.

Ellie nodded, sensing the underlying tension. Karen had always been nice to her, but six years had passed. None of them were who they were then, and Karen seemed to be unsure of where Ellie stood now.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Karen seemed to soften, her smile warmer.

As Ellie walked toward the Ferris wheel, where Tristen was waiting, everything started to feel strange, bittersweet. Tristen turned, waving eagerly for her to join her in the line.

Some things never change, she thought. Especially not in Charming.

Ellie glanced around as she waited for the beer. The fair was flooded with families munching on stale popcorn and rancid hot dogs, lovers holding hands in the stands, and parents chasing after toddlers. The sunset cast a golden hue over everything, making it look like a postcard. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture to send Maya.

In the distance, she spotted a familiar figure. Ellie grabbed the beer and made her way toward him.

Juice was sitting on a bench, alone, his expression slightly tense, his eyes scanning the crowd. When he saw her approach, he gave her a short nod but didn’t smile.

“Where’s the elephant?” Juice asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Ellie slid onto the bench opposite him, adjusting her white sundress and taking a breath before answering.

“I gave it to Tristen.” She pushed a strand of hair out of her face, meeting his gaze. “Something tells me she’ll appreciate it more than I ever will. Her mom didn’t look that happy, though.”

Juice leaned back a little, a small frown tugging at his lips.

“You gave away your prize? Guess you’re not a monster after all, huh?”

Ellie chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “I told you I wasn’t that bad, but you never listen.”

The girl took a sip of her beer, watching the crowd as she did. A child darted away from his mother, who chased him, laughing. The sound made her smile, just a little.

After a moment, Juice asked the question he had been dying to make, his voice genuine.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”

Ellie sighed, looking out at the fairgrounds as she gathered her thoughts. The noise around her seemed to fade as she remembered.

“Well, my mom and I didn’t exactly get along. Shocking, right?” She paused, and Juice noticed the slight shift in her expression. She swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing. “She wasn’t into... you know, doing fun, girly stuff with me. So, my dad picked up the slack. He taught me all the ‘manly’ stuff he could.”

Juice took a swig from his bottle, studying her. The flickering lights of the fair seemed far away as she spoke.

“That sounds like a hell of a dad.” He said, softly, picking up on the sadness that had crept into her voice.

Ellie stared at her beer bottle for a second, letting the bitterness of it take over.

“What about you?” She asked then, shifting the focus. “What’s your scar?”

Juice hesitated, his eyes wandering to the ground before meeting hers. He leaned forward slightly, contemplating his answer.

“I came from a single-parent household.” He began, voice quieter than before. “Dad left when I was a kid, and my mom worked all the time. Had to figure a lot of stuff out on my own.”

Ellie could feel the weight of his words, recognizing the loneliness in them. She tilted her head slightly, her voice softening.

“My brother told me you’re a hacker.” She said, her tone light but genuinely interested. “So you must be a smart guy. How does someone like that end up tangled in this mess of a club?”

Juice didn’t hesitate to answer this time.

“I guess... I just never really felt at home anywhere. But with this club... I’m finally where I belong. Even if it’s messy. Have you ever heard of ‘found family’? That’s what it feels like. I don’t know what would’ve become of me if I hadn’t found them.”

Ellie’s heart tightened at his words. She often forgot that the club was a place for outcasts, a place that offered protection, stability and, most of all, support. But she also couldn’t shake the feeling that the world they were in was something she could never fully understand.

“Glad to know it feels like family for someone here.” Ellie said, lifting her bottle and clinking it gently against his. "Cheers to that."

Juice met her gaze, his eyes softening just a little. “Cheers.”

Chibs walked through the fair, his boots crunching on the gravel. He’d needed some air, some time to clear his head. The past few days had been too damn much: too many club politics, too many problems to solve. But as he passed the food stalls, the sounds of children laughing and the smell of greasy food, his thoughts kept drifting back to Ellie. Ellie and that conversation they had had the day she arrived.

He hadn’t meant to be cold towards her, but what else could he do? He couldn’t keep thinking about her like that, but she had a way of sneaking into his mind when he least expected it. He tried to shake it off, focusing instead on the bustle of the fair. He didn't have time to think about her.

But then, through the crowd, he saw them.

Ellie and Juice were sitting together on a bench, sharing a laugh. Ellie looked so at ease, so carefree. And Juice? He was leaning in a bit too close for Chibs’ liking, laughing a little too loud.

Fucking hell.

Chibs stopped in his tracks, his chest tightening. His mind immediately told him to look away, but his eyes were locked on the pair. He didn’t want to feel this way. He couldn’t afford to.

He took a step back, trying to retreat without being noticed. There was no reason to let this scene get to him. But damn it, the sight of Ellie looking so comfortable with Juice twisted something in his gut.

His fingers tightened around the bottle he’d been holding, almost as if trying to crush the jealousy that had risen up in him. Juice was a good guy. Hell, he could understand why Ellie would gravitate toward him. He was smart, charming, and, more importantly, not twenty years older than she was. Chibs wasn’t the kind of guy who could give Ellie what she needed, or deserved.

Well, not that he cared anyway, right?

Still, the image of them together lingered in his mind. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away.

But the pain wouldn’t go away so easily.

Chibs walked toward the food stand where Tig and Bobby were, trying to focus on anything other than what he’d just seen. His brain was working overtime, trying to convince him it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like he had any right to be upset, right?

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thoughts. But the more he tried to push it down, the more it fought to escape. He didn’t have feelings for her. No, that wasn’t possible. He couldn’t afford to have feelings for anyone. Especially not Ellie. She was too close, too involved with the club.

He couldn’t risk making things complicated.

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drabbles-mc · 1 year ago

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OC Moodboard: Claire Morrow

"What can you threaten to take from me? Nothing was ever mine to begin with."

#me? unable to write and making moodboards instead?? more likely than u think #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy oc #oc claire morrow #oc claire #soa #soa oc #oc moodboard #my oc #my ocs #oc #my posts #my post #drabblesmc

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ravennaortiz · 2 years ago

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Ravennas OC : Scarlett Teller

Background: Scarlett Teller is the younger sister of Jax Teller. She also goes by Scar by those who she is close too. In a relationship with Juice Ortiz. Scarlett has heterchromia and a tattoo of Medusa being held by a crow on her right forearm.

Catch her in

Lost and Found

#sons of anarchy #juice ortiz #scarletttelleroc #juice x scarlett teller #ravennasmasterlist #ravennasoc #old lady soa #soa oc #soa fanfiction #soa moodboard

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lostgirlfandom · 2 months ago

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Black Listed

"Ma, It's okay!" I said into the phone as I sat at my desk in my office in the nail salon. I was going through the paperwork and resume of a potential new employee when my mom called me. She was always worrying about me since I joined the military.

"But baby, I don't think I like this new doctor." She said back. I stopped for a second and narrowed my eyes.

"Mama, I made sure that this new doctor was the best option. Don't you trust me?" I teased her.

"Well, yeah. But still... I don't have to like him." She sassed. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Mama, I have to go. I got an interview in a couple of minutes. I'll come over tonight for supper, okay?" I asked as I stood up and walked towards the door.

"Alright, baby. See you then."

"Bye, mama. Love you."

"Love you too honey!"

I smiled as I hung up the phone, opening the door. I saw the girl sitting in the chair in front of my office. She looked nervous as she fiddled with her hands and one of her legs was bouncing up down. She was small, sitting in the chair. Long, red hair sat on her shoulders. She wore a camisole and a jean skirt with cowboy boots on her feet. She stared down the hallway, into the salon when I opened the door.

"Cherry?" I asked softly, making her jerk her head over to me before standing up.

She smiled and nodded. "Hi" her voice was a little husky as if she smoked a lot.

I smiled back. "Hi, I'm Arya.” I held my hand out for her to shake, and she gripped my hand softly. “You ready?”

"Not really, but I think I'm good." She said nervously. I smiled reassuringly at her and stepped back into the office as I let her hand go. She followed into the office, and I shut the door behind her.

I chuckled at her. "It's okay. I think you pretty much got the job anyway. Since you applied for the reception area in first place, it isn't too demanding. Also, the last chick was a bitch, so you'll be perfect." I teased her as I sat behind the desk. She sat in the chair.

She let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks, man. You guys are like the only legal business around here." I smirked to myself. ‘Oh, the irony.’ I thought.

"Well, you don't have to worry about legal shit here. The people I hire are good people and won’t cause you any problems” I told her as I leaned forward on the desk.

"Really?" She said with a head tilt. I nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, they either have a record or some type of conflict with authority. Also, if you have any problems with work or outside of work. You can come to me for anything. I say this to everyone that works for me." I told her with confidence. “When I say anything, I mean anything.” I nod.

She smiled widely. “Awesome. That’s perfect.”

"Good, you can start next week on Monday." I tell her with a nod. I pulled the paperwork that she needed to fill out and her schedule for the next three weeks. “Fill this out for me and bring it back when you come in. And here’s your schedule. Otherwise, you’re good to go, Hun.” I smile at her.

A bright grin lit up her face as she nodded and took the paperwork I gave her. “Thank you so much, man! I appreciate this!”

We both stood up and I walked around the desk to led her out of the office.

"You have a good day, and I'll see you next week" I told her as we stood in the hallway.

She then unexpectedly grabbed me in a hug, which surprised me a little bit. But I still hugged back with a chuckle.

She let go and went to walk out the store with a small skip. “See ya later!” she said over her shoulder.

I chuckled and waved at her back. I shook my head with a grin and turned back to my office to finish my paperwork.

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After hiring Cherry, everything was fine for a couple of days. That was until one day that some people in suits came in the store looking for Cherry.

I was in the back, working on some inventory when Diana, one of my nail technicians, came in.

"Arya, some people are here looking for Cherry." Diana and Cherry had become close since they work nearly the same shift, so Diana looked more concerned.

I looked at her with frowned brows. "What they look like?" I ask as I stood up and made my way over to the doorway.

She looked at me with her hands wriggling together. "They looked like suits." I sighed. Suits was a term my workers liked to call any type of authority. Usually, they call first but whoever just came in must not have done their research.

I walk out of my office with Diana following behind me. Some of the other employees were still working but glancing up at the people that stood at the reception desk. There were five of them. Four were men that were just looking around the place, casing the place. The fifth person was a woman who stood at the desk with her forearms leaning on the counter and looking at some brochures on the countertop. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and her eyes were covered by sunglasses. Her body language showed me how smug she is.

I narrowed my eyes at the woman. "Can I help you?" I asked as I came up behind the counter.

She looked up at me and made a big fake smile at me. "Hi, I was just looking for a Cherry..." She paused as she stood up straight. "You wouldn't happen to know where she’s at, would you?" She questioned.

I saw a movement from behind her, outside the store and saw Cherry out there. She was pacing back and forth with a cell phone held up to her ear. I calmly looked back at the woman.

"I can't really say anything about my employee. You know? Confidentiality and all that." I said to the woman. I crossed my arms and knocked one hip out as I moved my weight to one leg.

"Oh," She nodded and then took out a wallet and a piece of folded paper. "Well, I have a warrant here to take her into custody. I need to question her." I scoffed and smiled thinly at her before I noticed the sound of motorcycles outside.

Internally sighing, getting irritated with the attitude she had. I narrowed my eyes.

"Umm, that's not a valid warrant in here. You se-" I started off, but the lady interrupted me. Which made me narrow my eyes even more.

"Well, I work for the ATF and this warrant is valid. Unless you want to be arrested for obstructing an ongoing investigation." She said with some arrogance in her tone.

I made a sarcastic laugh and was about to say something to this bitch. "I-"

Some men walked in causing the doorbell to jingle. I looked over and saw about 5 men standing there.

The one in front was white and had some long blonde hair and blue eyes. To his right stood a behemoth of a man with a beanie and an impressive beard. Just behind him stood a man that was covered in tattoos and seemingly Latino. The one on the blonde's left and short curly black hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Behind him was a Latino with some lightning bolt tattoos on either side of a mohawk. Each of them was wearing leather vests with the SAMCRO logo on it. They were also wearing sunglasses that each of them took off as they took in the scene before them.

"Everything okay here?" The blonde in front said as I sighed and leaned my head back. Great, just what I needed.

"Well, if it isn't the Prince Charming himself. Come to save the day?" The crazy lady said sarcastically.

"Yeah, sure. If that's what you want to call it." The blonde said as he crossed his arms and spaced his legs out and planted them firmly. I looked back outside and saw Cherry was being hugged by a skinny red-haired man. I walked around the counter and stood in front of the bitch that was making my workers and customers uncomfortable.

"Look, I don't want any trouble so if all of you would just leave." I told the woman exasperated with her.

"Well, I don't think that's possible. Since I need Cherry to come into custody. And since you won't give her over, you are coming too." She spoke as she gestured for one the men to come forward with some handcuffs. He came forward as I sighed.

"Oh, honey. I don't do handcuffs on the first date." I told him. Then the next few moments were a blur as I punched handcuff man, knocking him out. The next two men were easy to handle as I kneed the first one that came at me and then slammed his head into the counter wall. The other one then tried to swing at me, but I dodged and gripped his arm and threw him into the last man, using his own momentum against him. I turned to the crazy lady and saw that she had a gun pointed at me.

I raised my eyebrows at the fact that her hands were shaking and walked towards her. Before she even had a chance to fire, I grabbed her gun and twisted it down, making her let go and then I pulled her forward with her hands and headbutted her in her nose. Blood started to flow as she screamed. I then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her ass out the door making the men that had frozen when the fighting started to make a path.

I threw her out onto the pavement. She then started to spew out more shit. "You are gonna be in deep shit girly. I'm a federal agent; you can get sent to life in prison."

I laughed at her. "First of all, if you were as smart as you act like, you would have done some research on her employer." I told her as I glared at her. I crouched down and sneered at her. "This establishment is Blacklisted; you dumb bitch." I can see the color get drained out of her face. "Anything I own is Blacklisted. If you were smarter, you would have done more research. Especially since that means that any employee that works for me, doesn't get touched by any government official. So, you can get someone to come get your lackeys and you stay the hell away from my property. That includes the restaurant I own in town too." I then stopped talking and then kicked her stomach. "Stupid ass bitch." I then walked back towards the salon and saw the men standing there with looks of awe and amazement. The customers were finishing up and then left.

The agent then stood herself up, tears going down her face as she did so. She then stumbled into the vehicle they came in and sped off.

I sighed. Cherry has some explaining to do.

I turned to Cherry as the other ATF agents picked themselves up and ran out. I crossed my arms and cocked one hip out. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. I ignored the men for the moment as I wanted an answer from Cherry.

"Cherry?" I asked her with a tone of demand for an answer.

She walked up to me and started to nervously babble. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think they'd come into the salon. Didn't know that they would question you about me." Her face was scrunched up, begging me not to fire her.

I sighed. "You better be glad I like you and that I hired you. Otherwise, you would have been sitting in a jail cell." I softened my face as she stretched her lips in a big smile.

She then looked at me curiously. “What exactly does Blacklisted mean anyway?”

A voice came from the group of men standing in my salon. I so did not want to deal with this shit but oh well. "Yeah, I'd like to know what that means too." I turned my head and saw the blond was the one that spoke. He had a husky voice that match with his rugged looks.

"Basically, it means that I do bad shit for the military and government and that any legal authorities can't touch me or any business I own." I told them with a deadpan look on my face. I did not want to explain this stuff to anyone, but I already opened my mouth about it to Agent Bitch.

The blond raised an eyebrow and then looked at me up and down, observing me and thinking what else I could do.

"Hey, Arya." Cherry asked softly.

I looked at her with a raised brow. "Yes?"

"Does that mean I can keep my job?" She asked me nervously. I'm starting to realize how jittery she is when she is put into these types of situations. It’s anxiety.

I sighed. I don't like the way she gets the urges to run when put into a bad situation, but I like her. "Yes, but you’re working more hours."

She smiled big. "Yeah, totally. I don't mind."

I decided to close the salon for the day and then head for the restaurant. "Go ahead and go home for the day. I'm closing the salon for the day. Come back tomorrow for the regular shift." She nodded and followed the skinny redhead to a bike and left with him. I said the same thing to my other employees. Most of my customers had left in the fight in a hurry and some stayed to finish up what was left. Which all my employees finished what they were doing and then did what I told them to do and leaving for the day.

The men had moved to stand outside, discussing something. They stood outside for a good long while, while my workers left.

I never took my eye off the group of men that stood outside my salon, standing in a circle talking and each glancing into the salon at me. After my last employee left for the day, I stood at the door, leaning against the door jam.

I waited for one of them to approach me, watching them talk -whatever it was- out. I watched through narrow eyes as finally Blondie stepped away from the group and walked over to me with a confident step to his walk.

He had a look on his face that could only be described as a smolder. I almost laughed out loud at the fact that he was trying to seduce me with a look, but I kept a straight face. He stood in front of me and opened his mouth to speak.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him before he could ask or tell me anything I didn't want to hear.

His jaw jerked upward and closed his mouth and clenched his jaw and sighed through his nose. "Oh-kay." He paused for a second and tried to straighten his thoughts out to question me. "Can we talk inside?" He finally asked after a couple of moments of silence.

I glared at him in thought. 'Did I really want them in the salon with me being by myself?' I thought to myself before sighing and nodding. I nodded my head into the salon and then held the door open for the other men to come in.

As I closed the door, I told them as I flipped the open sign to closed. "First off, what are your names?" I turned around to the men that had scattered around the little, small waiting area. Blondie spoke as I walked over to the counter and heaved myself up onto the counter and crossed my legs.

"I'm Jax," He sighed as he waved a hand at himself. He then waved his hand over to the tall man that lean on the other end of the counter. "That's Opie." He then pointed at the black-haired, blue-eyed man who was leaning back into one of the waiting chairs with his feet planted wide in front of him with his arms on the back of both chairs on each of him. "That's Tig." Jax then pointed to Mr. Lightening. He stood at one of the work desks and was leaning against it with his arms crossed. He had a curious look in his eyes as he watched me. "That's Juice."

As he kept introducing them, my eyebrows kept frowning more and more with each name.

Jax then pointed to the Tattooed Latino, "That is Happy. And now since that is all settled. Can you explain who the hell are you?" Happy stood to side of the room, observing everything with a critical eye.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I really have a feeling that I'm gonna end up punching him in his smug face.

"Name's Arya Denali. I was born and raised in Charming first off." I stated plainly. I shrugged like it didn't matter. I studied each man, trying to take in their character from their body language. Happy seemed like an enforcer type, while Jax was the 'playboy' type. Opie was relaxed with no emotion on his face. Juice, I could tell had some type of anxiety or disorder from the way he was trying to keep his hands busy.

Tig just stared at me with an open intense look in his eye, reminding me of a lion stalking a zebra. Both Happy and Tig seemed a little trigger happy with how tense their body language was.

"Can you explain why Agent Bitch was in here?" I turned back to Jax with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think that is any of your business." Jax said.

I looked at him with a scoff. "Like I don't know what your club does. I'm not stupid. My bosses have files on all your asses. Although I never really paid attention to detail, I just know you guys do some shit with guns." I told him.

He looked at me with a shocked look on his face. Each person was shocked and didn't know what to say or do with situation I just presented him with.

All their face held looks of shock as I kept my face completely clear of any emotion. "Now are you gonna answer my questions or not? Cause if not, I'll find out for myself, and you don't want that." I told Jax as he ran a hand over his mouth in agitation.

I didn't look at the other's faces, but I could feel the room get tense as I spoke. I'm not scared of them. I'm not intimidated by them either. I kept my eyes on Jax as his face grew tight in anger, and he started to step up to me.

I tilted my head at him. Did he think this was going to intimidate me?

He took a spot in front of me and placed his hands on either side of me, trying to trap me on the counter. He stared me hard in the eyes with anger and intent to threaten me.

I showed no emotion in neither my face nor eyes, but I could feel my anger starting to build as this boy tried to threaten me.

"Now, you listen here. Okay? I don't know how you got that information but- "I cut him off.

"But what? Huh? What you gonna do? Shoot me? Kill me? I don't think you'll want to do that. See if I don't get to you first, then my bosses will come for your asses. First off, I can tell you how this will go down. You won't have the balls to shoot me so you'll either get Happy or Tig to do it since I could tell by the way they are standing. Ready to defend you at all costs. In your little dream world, yeah that works out fine, but I've already set out two to three different ways to incapacitate all of you." I took a pause as I stared into Jax's eyes with a glare that started to make him sweat.

He opens his mouth to speak. "Ah-ah-ah. Here's how this is gonna go. I'm not gonna say anything to anybody. I'm not a rat. I'm gonna let Cherry continue working here, since I probably think she'll be safer working for me than your dildo asses. I like Cherry, I don't wanna see her hurt. Also, you won't do anything in any of my establishments again. I live here and so does my mother, and I'm not about to let some fucking smug asshole prince try to ruin that." I got down from the counter and started to poke Jax in the chest. I wasn't that much shorter than him, but I could tell by the way he gulped that he was afraid in that moment. "Now I hope I never see you again unless it's about Cherry. Get the fuck out and don't come back unless you're gonna be a gentleman." I finished my little rant with a final poke to his chest that had him up against the door. He stared at me wide eyed for a minute. "Understood?" I asked him. He nodded fast.

I backed up from the man and made my way back to the counter to lean back against it. Opie was looking into the back of the salon, stifling a grin on his lips. I turned back to Jax. "Now get out." He opened the door and made his way out as his brothers followed him. Tig and Happy were grinning to themselves while Juice couldn't figure out how to take the situation. Opie was chuckling to himself as he left behind Juice with Tig and Happy following.

Just before the door closed, I heard Tig tell Happy in a not so quiet whisper, "I think I'm in love." Tig said with a grin. Happy just shook his head and made way his bike.

I watched them leave until I couldn't see them anymore.

The next day, I get a call from the ATF Director with an apology about their employee. I was also given compensation from the possibility of losing customers. But I never lost them, they still came back like they always do anyway. The people of Charming are like that though. Cherry came in at her usually time and I set her up at the front desk.

The day went by smoothly, even after the events of the day before. I had gone to my restaurant to make sure everything was running okay with my manager and got everyone lunch. When getting back to the salon, I saw Cherry talking to an older woman. She had black hair with some blonde mixed in. She was white and had a 'give you hell' attitude. Cherry looked nervous talking to her, and I narrowed my eyes at the two women.

Walking in the door with the bags, I called for Adrian-one of the few men that worked for me- to help bring the rest of the food in. Some of my employees jokingly cheered at the thought of food after finishing up with their customer. I made my way behind the counter, bringing Cherry her lunch.

"Cherry, food." I told her as I sat down the bag with her name on it and then grabbed my bag that was bigger than the rest of the bags.

"Thanks, Arya." Cherry said with a smile as I see her visibly relax. The woman was making her uncomfortable.

I already knew who this woman was, since I did more research the night before after getting home. Gemma Teller-Morrow. Mother of Jax Teller, Mr. Prince Charming, which made her the Queen.

She looked at me suspiciously with a narrowing of her eyes, "So, you're Arya?" She asked while drumming her fingertips on the countertop with her purse sitting next to said hand.

"Yep" I told her as I took out the burger that was made to my liking and took a seat at one of the chairs behind the counter. I leaned back with the burger in my hand and my bag with fries in my other hand and set my crossed legs on the counter. "So, you're Gemma?" I teased her with the same question.

She paused. Gemma wasn't expecting me to know her name.

But she took it in stride and grinned a little.

"Yeah, I got a question." She told me as she leaned forward on the counter. "Know any good places that does nails?" She jokingly asked me.

I threw my head back and laughed. I think I'm going to like her.

The next time I saw any of the Sons of Anarchy seemed too soon for me. The next week, I was at the Diner and saw a group of men with Sons patches sitting at one of my booths. At first, I wasn't going to say anything until one of my waitresses came over with a complaint. Tig had groped her, and she was uncomfortable.

I smiled facedly at Jazz. "It's okay Jazz. I'll handle it." I told her.

As I turned my back to her, my smile fell and I sighed, aggravated, through my nose. I made my way over to the booth that sat three men from the Sons. Two of them I recognized as Tig and Happy and the other was a man that was a little bigger in size than the other two. He had longer dark hair with grey setting into the roots and he had a decent beard.

Walking up to the table with intent to do something unkindly to the idiot, I stepped with purpose. I came up to the table and stood there with my arms crossed and raised an eyebrow at Tig, ignoring the other two.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I asked the man that sat there, staring at me in shock for a moment before shaking his head.

"Uh…" He paused and glanced at the other two, looking for an answer. Both shrugged at him. He looked back at me. "Tig?" He said as he scrunched his face as if unsure that was the answer.

I scrunched my face up. "Nah," I said sarcastically. "I didn't know that." Then I got serious. "You do not get to touch one of my workers like she's a stripper or one of your croweaters. You want to find someone to touch, go back to your clubhouse, or even better find a strip joint." I paused before looking back at Jazz who was holding in a laugh. I looked back at the table and saw the other two also holding in laughter. "Now, pay for your food and get out cause otherwise you're not gonna like the other option."

Tig's face was shocked at first and then he grew a smug smirk and leaned back into the booth with his hands behind his head. "Whatcha gonna do about it, sweets?" He asked with a cheeky smile. I narrowed my eyes.

The next thing he knew was that I grabbed him by his hair and he yelped like the pussy as I ignored his yells, dragging his ass out of the restaurant. I heard laughing from behind us from the other men that was sitting with him, but I ignored it as I threw him out onto the concrete. He sat on his ass as his brothers came out from the restaurant and went to their bikes that were in front of the building. They leaned on them as they sat there, amused at the scene in front of them.

"Now, the next time I see you, you better have a better respect for my employees. Cause, if I see you make any unwanted moves on one of my employees, you’re gonna lose a body part." I told him before putting a fake smile on my face. "Have a good day now!" I said cheerfully. Before frowning again and turning around and made my way back into the restaurant.

I didn’t even hear his friends poking fun at him as he stood up and brushed himself off. I also missed the lovesick look on his face as he watched me walk off.

I also missed the way Happy leaned back on his bike with his arms crossed, watching me leave.

#soa fanfiction #soa imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa x oc #oc #tig x oc #happy x oc #tig one shot #happy one shot #jax teller imagine #juice x oc #female oc

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witchthewriter · 7 months ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝑅𝐸𝐸.

Pairing: Happy x OC/Commissioned

Word Count: 2k

@a-kayy47.

ANNIE.

The sunshine beats down on your body. Warming you up to the point of perspiration.

‘God where are these fuckers?’ You thought.

You were wearing a black shirt and heavy boots, with your hair down but that was the price you paid for style. With your phone in hand, you were allowed to take as much time off as you wanted to find Dallas (courtesy of Gemma).

Gemma. Gemma. Gemma. Right now, she felt like a Gurdian Angel, but something in you old you she could be just as nasty as she could be decent. She was a Queen Bee. The ultimate. But right now you were on her good side – and you intended for it to stay that way.

It wasn’t long before you heard two motors racing down the street. It was as if you could feel the rumble inside you, around you, underneath your feet. It didn’t help that were a flurry of emotions.

Once you saw two bikers pull up – the anxiety and relief started wrestling with each other.

And as they dismounted, a blossoming of tension appeared. Not between the men, but between … you and one of the bikers. Tall, muscular, with a strong, stocky build. His facial features are rough and weathered. He seems familiar. As does the other. The two of them helped you the other night. That was a good sign, right? You decided it was.

The side of your mouth quirked up and your eyebrows knitted together. What were the fucking chances? Gemma could have chosen anyone from the club. But she chose this man.

As the pair walked towards you; the only person out on the strip. You realized that their presence brought a strange mix of hope. You watched as Happy took an almost too long moment to eye you down.

Your heart pounded in your chest. This was a situation you did not think you would be in. You knew Dallas didn’t have any family around here and that you were … her only hope. Plus, she was your best friend. You’d hope she would do the same for you if it came to. So, you knew that every second counted in finding Dallas. Now wasn’t the time to ogle or be ogled.

HAPPY.

Even though he had his fair share of liquor the other night, he would remember this woman in a heartbeat. With her long; white and black hair, tattoos and those green fucking eyes. ‘No – he told himself. ‘Do not get attached. Gemma needs us to focus. So, focus.’

Tig walked up to her, took out his hand and shook hers. Introducing them both, properly.

“I’m Annie, nice to meet you,” she said politely. The usually focused man could not keep getting lost in this woman. He noticed an air of anxiety surrounded her and then Happy remembered why they were here.

“So, where are we at with this thing?” Tig led with.

“I- um, well, Dallas my neighbour she’s been taken. Or something really bad has happened to her. I know her. And she wouldn’t of taken off like this.”

“When was the last time you saw her?” Happy’s voice was gravelly.

“Um, before my shift … yesterday. She was babysitting my daughter. I came home. She was asleep on the couch. And then this morning she wasn’t there. She never leaves without saying goodbye. And then I went to her house –“

“Okay, so she’s not just taken some time to herself?” Tig asked.

“No! No, she works for very strict people. Dallas knows her employers. I mean – if you ask me, they’re horrible pieces of shit. And she deserves way better, but she can’t really get away from them.”

Both men shake their heads and glance at one another.

“I think we know where our first stop should be.”

ANNIE.

You expected them to follow you to your car, but both turned back to their bikes’. Tig nodded for you to hop on behind him and you felt a pang of disappointment. But you swung your leg around the bike and wiggled until you were as close as you could be to Tig.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, he told you to, “hold on tight honey,” and you couldn’t help but blush. This felt very intimate, with your arms wrapped around his torso, face nearly resting on his back.

Tig smelt like cigarettes, sweat and sex. Probably balls deep in someone before he got called by Gemma. You blushed at the thought of it. But closing your eyes, you thought of Dallas, and how scared she must be.

As you all approached the address, there were still quite a few cars parked in the lot. The dark building had two floors and from the top it had pink and red lights flashing over a slew of three x’s. It used to be an old warehouse, repurposed for some shadowy business that no one cared to question too closely. The kind of place where secrets were kept, and lives were controlled.

“Are you sure you want to come in, we can take it from here?” Happy said, eyeing every possible chance of danger.

“She’s my friend, I want to be there when we find her. I don’t think she would go with you – without me, to be honest.”

Happy nodded and ever the silent sentinel, took the lead, his eyes scanning for any sign of danger. Tig, always ready for action, flanked him, while you followed closely, your heart pounding wildly.

Reaching the entrance, you all paused. Happy gave a slight nod, and Tig pushed the door open.

You three stepped inside.

It was like another world. One where souls come to die.

The pumping lights tried to fill the space with a certain scene. But the energy was down, men sitting around were watching the women twirl and dance to the beat. There was something off about the dancers. Their smiles didn’t reach their eyes. There was no money tucked into their wear. The room reeked of despair.

"Stay close," Happy whispered to you, his voice barely more than a growl.

There wasn’t even a bouncer to stop you on the way in. A bad sign.

You moved through the corridors, each step taking you deeper into the heart of the building. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

Finally, they reached a door marked with a simple plaque – "Office." Happy gestured for you and Tig to stop, then pressed his ear against the wood. Satisfied that no one was inside, he pushed it open.

The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the building, furnished with sleek, modern furniture and high-tech equipment. But it was empty, save for a single piece of paper on the desk.

You hurried over and picked it up. Pure and utter dread washed over you. Eyes widening as you read the words scrawled across the page.

“She told us all about you, Annie. And your beautiful daughter. Couldn’t keep her mouth shut once we found out she had been skimming off the top. Break a few fingers and the birdie sings. If you want to settle this, we require three million in three days’ time. We’ll contact you with further information. No police.”

Your heart sank. This had just turned into something much more horrifying.

Letting the paper fall to the desk, you turned to the men, despair evident in your eyes. They nodded. Knowing. Understanding why Gemma had asked them to help. This wasn’t just help mowing the lawn or taking out the trash.

This was something deeper.

And these men were known in Charming. But neither Tig or Happy wanted to bring that up.

"We need to find out where they've taken her," Tig said, determination hardening his features.

Happy nodded. "We will. But we need to be smart about this. Gather information, follow the trails. We'll find her, Annie."

Happy had taken the note and folded it; slipping the damned thing into his pocked.

ANNIE.

You were on a warpath once your daughter was mentioned. And your next stop was obvious. Who the fuck did they think they were? Three million dollars, a threat to your daughter’s life and having to rescue Dallas? When did your life become a Blockbuster Hollywood movie?

When the administrator called your daughter’s name over the intercom and she came skipping down, you nearly buckled with the relief. Some part of you had thought they might have already taken Kayleigh. But there she was. All curiosity and trying to figure out what the hell you were doing here.

Signing her out was a pain. They needed reasons, that came with so many questions that you nearly hauled your daughter over your shoulder and back to the car.

But you didn’t.

Trying to be as calm as you could, it finally paid off when they ‘allowed’ you both to go.

“Mom what are we doing? You never take me out of school!” Your daughter looked up expectantly, already knowing that something was going on. How could a kid her age picks up on emotions like this?

“I’ll explain later baby, just go along with the ride!”

Back at the house, you locked every door and window while Happy and Tig stood guard. Once you were satisfied that all was secure, you turned to them. "Now what?"

"We're taking you to the clubhouse," Tig said. "Gemma said she'd be there. We need to regroup and figure out our next steps."

You nodded. Wondering how the hell you were going to explain all this shit to Kayleigh. You did your damn best all these years not to bring on any trauma – and now you were in fear for her life. Going to a clubhouse, known for violence. Just to get your goddamn best friend back. God. When you saw her next…you felt like a good slap was coming. Why did she have to talk about Kayleigh?

The ride to the clubhouse was silent, everyone deep in their thoughts. When you arrived, Gemma was waiting as promised.

The woman gave you a hug, then bent down in her high heels and took in your daughter.

“My, Annie is this the beautiful daughter you’re always talking about?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded your head, “it sure is.”

“Well how about I show her some of the kids rooms and she can get comfortable? How about that?”

You felt a quick sense of relief, but then it was snatched away when you saw more and more bike’s pull into the lot.

Men with the same leather kutte’s on as Happy and Tig moved toward the building. The one you and your daughter were going to be in for a few nights.

But, your anxiety started to lessen when Happy stood next to you, an arm on your back and introduced you to everyone who walked by.

When they had all gone, Tig too, you turned to face Happy and smiled.

“Thank you.”

“I was always taught to have good manners. Otherwise, it was a shoe to the head.”

His comment made you laugh.

“No! Really?”

A small smile made its way onto his lips. “Yeah, the shoe was the least painful. Just took it right off her foot and threw it. Aim was always on point.”

Another laugh burst from you.

“I am so sorry, I don’t mean to-“

“It’s okay.”

And while your eyes closed for those split seconds, Happy realised that your laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

“I think we should go inside,” you said, a smile on your face. Your heart a little lighter. A little less worried than it was two minutes ago.

“Lets go inside-“ Happy said, starting to walk, and looking behind to make sure you were following him.

Together, you entered the dimly lit room, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. But surrounded by the steadfast support of Happy, Tig, and Gemma, you felt like maybe this wasn’t the end of the world.

#witchthewriter #soa #sons of anarchy #happy lowman #happy lowman x oc #sons of anarchy fanfic #soa fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #gemma teller morrow #tig trager #aesthetic #tig trager x reader #tig series #jax teller #opie winston #commission #commissioned story #open comissions

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etherealyoonghwa · 18 days ago

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Maeve Blackwood

An oc in the Samcrow mc world. Maeve doesn't have a set relationship. Loads of random settings. A new post 3 days a week: Tuesday, Thursday & Saturday at 10am.

Chibs Telford

The Weight of the Garage || part 2 ||

A Ride for Two

Chibs Wee Sassenach

Happy Lowman:

2AM

An Unlikely Alliance

Another Tueaday

Happy's Promise

Jax Teller

A Cold Welcome

Date Night

Maeve's Dilemma: A Secret Burden || A Secret Burden: Jax's Reaction.

Juice Ortiz

Unfamiliar Territory

Anniversary Picnic

The Leather Jacket

A Slow Dance in The Siren's Call

Opie Winston

A Familiar Face

Simple Perfection

Gin & Whiskey

A Fine Mess

Tig Trager

Boardroom meets Biker Bar

The Rusty Mug

Two Lines, Two Lives

Kiss Me

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarcy writing #happy lowman #maeve blackwood #oc #chibs telford #opie winston #juice ortiz #tig trager #jax teller #soa #sons of anarchy drabble #samcro #samcro writing #samcro imagine

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mysticalmallard · 1 year ago

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Flower Crowns

🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.

Word count: 4,203

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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.

Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.

Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.

"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"

"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies

Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied

"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."

He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.

Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.

"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.

Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."

Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.

"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.

Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."

Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.

Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"

Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.

Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.

"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"

Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.

"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"

"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"

Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.

"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"

"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.

Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.

"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."

He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.

As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.

He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.

With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.

As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.

His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.

When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.

Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"

She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.

Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."

The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.

"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."

Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.

"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.

"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly

Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.

"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.

"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.

Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.

He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.

The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.

Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.

Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.

"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.

"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.

Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."

"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.

"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.

Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.

When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.

One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"

"Erm I don't know but I can try..."

"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily

Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though

Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".

None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.

As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.

The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.

The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.

Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.

"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.

The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.

Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.

After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"

The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids

"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her

Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.

"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.

"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.

Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."

"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.

Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."

Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.

The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.

He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"

"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"

Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.

He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.

"Here, give it to me."

Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.

"flowers suit you" she giggled

"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.

Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.

"Back off, man. I look good in it."

He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.

Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.

The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.

"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter

Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.

"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.

"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.

"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.

"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious

"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly

Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.

"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.

Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.

They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.

Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.

Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.

Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.

The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.

Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.

Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.

Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.

Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.

He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.

Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.

Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.

She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.

Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.

The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.

Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.

She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly

"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.

Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.

The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.

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