she/her • NSFW • Minors DNI • welcome all LGBTQIA+, BIPOC, First Nations People, women, neurodivergent and disabled individuals. _______________________________________ and to misconstrue a Audre Lorde quote "there are no new ideas, just ways of giving those ideas we cherish breath and power in our own living." meaning I give credit, love, & admiration to the orginal creators of all you see here.
This was very lovely to wake up to. It's completely legit, in the replies people posted videos and pictures of the 'walk for El Vaquita', the fake protest to get El Vaquita desperately needed medical attention.
The comments in the tweet lead to celebration of a another Chilean comrade doggo named Negro Matapacos. And this is exactly the kind of education I want this month.
The recent uprising in Chile is full of references to the beloved Negro Matapacos, who accompanied protesters for many years. As his legend
"if you see someone shoplifting, no you didn't" no but like. i really didn't. i have never in my life seen someone shoplifting because i'm not watching anyone else in the grocery store..? how are y'all noticing things like that. my only goals are enter the store, survive, exit the store
It's a short one. Like... I don't think I've ever posted a chapter this short. However, I'm just getting back in the saddle so you'll have to forgive me. I do have plenty more written. We're not done with Megan and Hank. It's about to get interesting.
Please don't copy my shit. This is the only place it's published. Don't translate it. Don't steal it. Don't copy it. I'm just getting it back. Don't piss me off now.
Warnings: Fluff. I don't even think I cuss in this part. It's just a bit of filler.
A short while later, Taza chuckled as he realized that it would be a tight fit for all of them in the Bronco. It was an older model and could only comfortably fit five. There were seven of them.
Bishop sighed looking at the vehicle as he came to the same conclusion. “Shit.” He finished his cigarette in frustration.
Chibs laughed. “Well… tha’ lass is tiny, but tha’ rest of us ain’t.”
Angel shrugged. “I’ll sit in the back with the pooch. Put Shorty on someone’s lap though. With a seatbelt.”
Marcus nodded. “It’s fine Primo. It’s not a long ride.”
They piled in with Bishop driving and Marcus in the front. Taza took the middle seat in the back with Chibs and Hank against the doors. Megan sat in Hank’s lap and snuggled down so Taza could fasten the seat belt for them with a giggle.
“Comfy, Chica?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Mmmhmm.” She tucked her feet in between Taza and Hank’s legs and her head under Hank’s chin. Hank just grinned and pressed a kiss to her hair since Bishop had put her hat on the dash for her.
A short ride later, Bishop parked the truck on a side street near the center of the city of Santa Madre. “We’ll walk from here. Where are we meeting them in the market?” he asked Angel.
Angel checked the burner phone from his kutte pocket. “They’ll meet us near the church. We’re a little early though.”
“That’s alright. We can take Poquito shopping…” Marcus said grinning as Megan stuck her tongue out at him.
They wandered to the open square where an open air market was held continually. At the far end of the square a beautiful church stood. Megan could see the steeple from where they were. As they entered the square, the buildings blocked the warm sun causing the temperature to drop several degrees. Megan cuddled close to Hank’s side as he automatically wrapped an arm around her back to warm her. Megan hooked Rex’s leash to her belt loop to free up her hand and took a deep breath as they entered the crowd.
They browsed several stalls. Megan enjoyed looking through the different vendors. She grinned as she found small hand carved figures at one of them. A horse made of light wood caught her eye and she couldn’t help but show it to Taza. “Papa, look. It’s Rocket.”
Taza grinned at the flagged tail and flowing mane on the figure which looked to be in full gallop. “It does look like him.” He waved down the vendor and in quick Spanish bought the little horse. “There, Chica. Now you can take Rocket home with us.”
Hank chuckled as Megan tucked the little figure into her hoody pocket. She looked up at him with a smile. “What?”
“Nothing, mi reina. Just enjoying the market.” Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her hat and guided her to the next stall.
Bishop laughed and sidled up beside Taza to ask under his breath “So does she realize how much that thing cost?”
Taza shushed him. “Don’t even say it. She doesn’t know conversion rates and I’m enjoying it for a bit.”
Marcus laughed aloud at that. “If Poquito enjoys it - who cares?” He pointed to a stall further down the row. “Think she’d like another cowboy hat?”
Eventually all the men carried bags of things that they’d managed to point out to Megan. Even Chibs had a bag with a pin in the shape of a Celtic knot for her kutte and another to fasten shawls or rebozos with.
Megan was staying close to Hank in the crowd and kept Rex’s leash short. She couldn’t help but notice - their group seemed to be drawing a lot of attention. That wasn’t exactly the best thing for a covert meeting with what actually qualified as international terrorists. Four men and a woman that she didn’t recognize kept popping up at stalls nearby. Something about them just bugged her.
Angel’s pocket beeped as Hank was buying Megan a bag of candy. “They’re here and ready to meet,” he said quietly to Marcus and Bishop.
Bishop nodded. “We’ll head that way then.” He flagged Hank down as the big Mayan handed over the cash for Megan’s treat.
As a group, they all headed for the church. Megan noticed that the woman had moved to the balcony of a nearby house and the men kept getting closer as they started for the church. She didn’t like it. Adelita and another man waited on a side street as they got close.
“Luisa!” Megan said, smiling. “Imagine seeing you here. Papa and the tíos wanted to show me the market!” She stepped closer as if she and Adelita were just friends who happened to meet in town. “We had visitors from our overseas friends so they came along for the ride.”
Adelita paused, but then went along with Megan’s act. “Ah… Hola Megan. The market is always a great place to bring visitors.”
Hank glanced around to see several men who were paying too much attention to their meeting. He nodded at Taza to draw his attention to them as well. Somehow - despite not having the training - Megan had picked up that they had a tail before any of the men. Instead of drawing undue attention to it, she’d taken matters into her own hands. She smiled and popped up on tiptoe to kiss Hank’s cheek and whispered “They’ve been there this whole time, but close for about fifteen minutes.” He smiled a bit and nodded.
“Papa,” Megan smiled at him. “Can Luisa show me that carving we were talking about? The one in the church? It won’t take long…”
“Of course, Chica. Your tíos and I can wait. We’ll head home when you’re done-” Taza said as he subtly moved to put himself between Megan and the tails.
Angel looked confused, but kept his mouth shut, and the others trusted that Megan had a reason for suddenly acting like she and Adelita were childhood friends.
She handed Hank Rex’s leash reluctantly, but moved to link her good arm through Adelita’s and move towards the door of the church chattering away. To anyone nearby it looked like two friends wandering off for a moment. Adelita played along.
Megan leaned close. “Are they L.O.?” she asked quietly, keeping a smile plastered on her face.
Luisa shook her head. “No. Not mine. We thought they were yours.” She made a show of smiling as they walked up the church steps.
“Just the seven of us. Did you recognize any of them? Maybe as Galindo’s?” Megan asked. They paused for Luisa to cross herself like a good Catholic girl as they entered the sanctuary.
“Not any that I have seen.”
Megan nodded and followed Luisa to an alcove off the sanctuary where they could see everyone coming or going. “Then we have to assume…”
“That they’re unfriendly,” Luisa agreed.
Megan nodded. “So - neither group knows who they really are. Do you want to continue with the meet, or should we try again later?”
“We should wait for the official meeting,” Luisa said quietly.
Megan nodded. “Agreed. We do, however, have our Irish connection in town. Is there any information that I can give him to help settle their minds? Even the name of the port they’d be shipping to?”
Luisa turned to face Megan and watched her face for a moment, then she nodded. “Ensenada is the port. We’ll work the rest out when we can. Your liaison - do you trust him?”
Megan snorted a bit. “Angel? For the most part. As long as he’s not too pissed off and not making any life changing decisions that affect me…”
Adelita nodded. “Good. I’ll set a meet with him to pass on more information.” She smiled. “You tend to draw attention with your escorts.”
That made Megan smile. “We are a bit conspicuous. We’ll send Angel to the meets for now with our prospect - his brother. EZ has a cooler head for strategy and a trained memory.”
“Good.” Adelita smiled. “We should get back. Only so much excuse we can use. When we part as friends, my man and I will lose any tail. We’ll contact you within twenty-four hours.”
Megan nodded. “Agreed.”
Adelita squeezed Megan’s good hand gently. “Be careful. Don’t push yourself too much.”
“You be careful too.”
The two women strolled out, just as they’d strolled in to the church and made a show of parting outside like best friends.
Megan struggled to keep up the act a bit once they were back with the men. She took a minute to fuss with Rex’s ears to compose herself. Cloak and dagger didn’t come easily to her.
“You good, Princessa?” Angel asked.
Megan smiled her Southern Belle smile. “All good, Angel. Just getting tired.”
“Well Poquito - let’s get you home then,” Bishop said. “You’ve had a long day.”
Once they were all piled back into the Bronco, Megan breathed a sigh of relief.
“Alrigh’ now. Wha’ the fuck jus’ ‘appened?” Chibs asked.
Hank rubbed a hand down Megan’s spine and relieved the weight of her sling a bit. “Megan clocked that we were being followed to the meet point.”
Chibs’ eyebrows nearly hit his silver hairline. “How many?”
“At least four…” Bishop said. “After Megan started acting off, I caught sight of them.”
“Five,” Megan corrected. “There was a woman on the balcony of the square…”
“Who the hell…” Angel asked.
“Adelita didn’t know. She thought they might be ours.”
“Poquito, that cool head of yours just saved our asses. Again,” Bishop said, watching his mirrors for a tail. “Acting like you were just meeting Adelita for a chat… perfect.”
Taza and Marcus nodded.
“Well, luckily, Adelita believed me that they weren’t ours. We pushed the meeting. She’s going to contact the burner within twenty-four hours for another meet.” Megan turned to look at Angel over the seat where he sat in the bed of the Bronco with Rex. “Angel - you’ll go meet ehr with EZ and be our go between for now.”
Marcus sighed. “Probably best. We have too many eyes on us.”
Chibs ran his ringed fingers through his silver hair. “Did she give you anything I can take back to the Kings? Anythin’ at all?”
“I got the port name. The L.O. control Ensenada port. That’s where the shipments will go. It’s all she’d give me under the circumstances.” Megan leaned her head onto Hank’s shoulder tiredly.
Chibs smiled gently at her over Taza. “Good Lass. That will help.” He reached over and patted her knee. “You look exhausted.”
Taza frowned. “Are you hurting, Chica? You haven’t had any pain relief since this morning.”
Hank immediately dug in his pocket for her pill bottle. “He’s right, Princessa. You shouldn’t let the pain get ahead of you.”
Megan smiled tiredly. “I’m okay. Just the adrenaline.”
“And tension,” El Padrino said. “Take your pain meds, Poquito. We’ll be home soon.”
This is brief because well I'd hate to spoil it for anyone but I couldn't reblog without acknowledging this little snippet of perfect characterisation ...
Angel looked confused, but kept his mouth shut
Oh goodness gracious that boy does himbo like no other, his life must just be a constant barrage of headlights and he is the dear.
I'm a little jealous tbh.
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can't wait to see what all this is foreshadowing and yay for Megan FINALLY not being in extreme emotional or physical pain, girls finally catching that break.
Okay, you need to make sure you play this game at some point. Maybe not today or anything, because you’ll need about thirty minutes and a serious willingness to understand how it works, but - it’s so worth it. It’s basically an answer to our occasional frustration - why do assholes always come out on top? - and the beautiful thing about it is that not only does it explain how that happens, but also how we can change it.
“In the short run, the game defines the players. But in the long run, it’s us players who define the game.”
Don’t check just this - check out all of Nicky Case’s work. They’re a brilliant creator and I heavily recommend checking out at least one of their projects. Their website can be found here.
Parable of the Polygons - an interactive experiment that shows how tiny individual biases can collectively cause segregation on a massive scale.
To Build a Better Ballot - an interactive experiment that shows the alternatives to the voting systems we currently use and how they can be more representative and democratic, along with their faults.
Coming Out Simulator - a short interactive story/novel about coming out, based off of Case’s own experiences. Not one I’ve played myself but still one I can recommend.
Loopy - a very simple but useful tool to show how systems interact with each other and how things can self-propagate.
We Become What We Behold - “ a game about news cycles, vicious cycles, infinite cycles.“ A short five-minute game about news and media. Warnings for violence, blood, death and stress.
From the bottom of my heart: im not sorry for anything i put on yalls dash, i am my own target audience and i find my taste immaculate but thank u for witnessing 💕
Alrighty.... are we ready for a CHAPTER. Like... this thing got away from me. Sorry. (But not really.) I have the albuterol jitters and your reap the benefits.
Don't copy my shit.
Warnings: cursing, shopping, self image issues and references to emotional abuse. Megan's past is bleeding into her present.
They met back up with the others in yet another clothing store. Megan looked anxious as hell, and Hank immediately went to check on her. “You okay, mi princessa?” he asked, pulling her close.
Megan relaxed into his chest. “Am now. Tía Diana doesn’t like that I don’t shop well, I don’t think. She keeps trying to get me to try things on.”
Hank stroked the back of her neck gently and held her close. “Your tío will rein her back in. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”
Megan giggled a little. “I have a feeling she’s going to want to play dress up this evening before the party and I don’t know how I’ll say no.”
Hank tilted her chin up to kiss her softly. “It’ll be alright, mi princessa.”
Taza wandered over with a smile. “Catching up on the missed affection of the last half-hour?”
Megan giggled but didn’t deny it. Hank just flipped him off.
Taza chuckled. “Good. Chica, how about you choose the next store. Your tía seems to think you need more girly shit, but I know you’re getting bored.”
“C-Could we… maybe…” Megan asked stuttering and stopping herself.
“Could we what, mi princessa?” Hank encouraged gently.
“Could we go to the book store? We don’t have to. I can send EZ to the library when we get back, but my favorite author just put a new book out and she always puts it out in paperback first…” Megan said in a rush.
Taza beamed. “Of course we can, sweet Chica. Why didn’t I think of that?” He went to round up the others.
Megan bit her lip. “I won’t take long. I promise,” she said, looking up at Hank.
Hank stroked the soft skin of her jaw. “Princessa, we can spend as long as you want in the bookstore. And we can buy whatever you want there.” He press a gentle kiss to her lips.
“Oh no. I promise I’ll just run in real quick to get the paperback. I still have some money from my last check. It won’t take long.” Megan insisted.
Hank tugged her chin up to meet his gaze. “Don’t make me call the prospect for a list of books and authors, Princessa/ I want you to buy whatever you want to buy. Take your time and enjoy it. We aren’t in a hurry.”
“What if everyone else wants to move on?” she asked fiddling with the zipper pull of his kutte.
Hank smiled. “Then they can and we can meet up with them later.” He kissed her gently again - conscious of where they were.
“I really only want the one book…” she tried.
“Bullshit. I will text the prospect - don’t make me.”
“Okay… maybe two…”
Hank chuckled and tugged her close by her waist. “Buy the whole damn store, baby. I don’t mind. Neither will your papa. I will make the prospect drive the van up here to pick up a load of books if I need to.”
They headed across the mall to the bookstore, but Megan got distracted as they passed Build-A-Bear. She watched as kids chose stuffed animals and customized them to their hearts content with a tiny smile. “Tío Marcus?”
“Si, Poquito?”
“Could we make one for Tessa? There’s a jacket on the wall that nearly matches the one we bought for her…” Megan asked, turning to look at him with big brown eyes full of hope.
Bishop laughed. “Oh Poquito… who could say no to that face?”
Marcus laughed as well. “Only the devil himself, Primo.” He shook his head, still smiling. “Alright Poquito - but you need to make one for yourself as well, hmm. Something besides you caballero to cuddle.”
Hank smiled and nudged her. “Go on Princessa.”
Megan chose a unicorn for Tessa, but struggled choosing one for herself. As Diana and Marcus took the unicorn to the stuffing station line, Megan reached for the most basic bear.
Taza stepped up. “Nuh uh. I know that’s not what you really want, Chica. Which one?”
Megan bit her lip. There were so many to choose from. “I’m not sure…”
Bishop wandered off to let Marcus know they’d be a minute.
Hank noted that Megan’s eyes kept resting on certain stuffed animals. “Which ones are you debating, mi princessa?”
“Well…. The bear with the dark fur and the bunny.” She pointed to the two he’d noted. “I’m not sure which to pick.”
A staff member overheard her and came over with an overly chipper smile. “It’s a hard choice! You know, we have a buy one get one half off deal going on right now on any of our basic plushes. Those both fit that category.”
“But Tío Marcus already has Tessa’s unicorn - that’s the second one…”
THe staff member looked where she was pointing. “Oh! The fantasy pets aren’t part of the basic plushes, so that doesn’t fall under the sale, I’m afraid. But both the bear and bunny do!”
Hank smiled and grabbed them both. “We’ll get both. Thanks for the help.”
Megan started to protest, but Taza wouldn’t let her. “We’re getting both, Chica.” He kissed her forehead as she growled a little. “You wouldn’t deny your papa the experience of buying you a stuffed toy.”
Megan laughed a little and shook her head. “Like I could really stop you, Papa.”
In the end, Marcus bought the unicorn and Taza bought Megan the bear and bunny. She dressed the bear in jeans, a green t-shirt, black boots, and a leather jacket. She put the bunny in a sundress with sneakers - and Hank snuck another leather jacket into the bag along with a little crown.
Taza wouldn’t even let her see the final total. He explained it was a gift to the cashier and she was only too happy to turn the screen where she could see it and have Taza come behind the counter to complete the transaction.
After they were done - Megan looked for the rest of the family only to find them sitting on a bench outside patiently waiting. Bishop immediately presented Megan with a one-shoulder backpack that had a pocket on each side for her new stuffed friends. Megan laughed as he tucked the bunny in carefully so her dress wouldn’t fly up.
“Getting hungry, Poquito?” Marcus asked.
“Hmmm. Sure I guess.” Megan smiled up at him.
He chuckled. “Well how about we hit that book store you wanted and then head to the house for lunch? We can eat and give you girls plenty of time to get ready for tonight.”
“Sure, Padrino,” Megan said. “If you are hungry now, we can skip the book store…”
“Oh no you don’t,” Hank said. “Sneaky thing.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
Bishop looked puzzled at Hank. “What’s she doing?”
“That book store is the only request she’s made all day for herself. NOW she’s trying to give it up since she thinks we’re done,” Taza said.
Diana frowned. “Oh hell no. Now the bookstore is a requirement.” She stood and offered her hand to Marcus. “Let’s go buy a bookstore.”
Marcus laughed and stood. “Yes, mi reina.”
They started towards the bookstore with Megan tugging Hank’s hand nervously and whispering “She’s joking… right?”
Hank just smiled, kissed her hand and then her lips, and said out loud, “Hey Bishop - maybe we should call the prospect. He knows what’s missing on Megan’s bookshelf still.”
Megan growled and narrowed her eyes at Hank. “You wouldn’t…”
Taza chuckled and sent a mass text to all their phones with a list of titles. “Way ahead of you, hermano. I texted him when she first asked to go.”
The men laughed and Megan growled some more.
Diana smiled and fell back to walk with the newest princess. “I know you must think we’re crazy, but do me a favor. Add up the cost of everything you’ve had them buy for someone else today.” She waited a moment as Megan thought.
“There’s been… a lot,” Megan admitted.
“Mmmhmm. And you haven’t asked for a single thing all damn day, sweetheart. You know, I was dirt poor growing up. Marcus and Bishop were too. They worked their ass off so that their children wouldn’t have to go through the same shit that we did.
I know, you definitely didn’t have it easy either, but these men - they love you. Bishop - he’s had a really difficult life. I haven’t seen him this happy in years. Taza too. Taza lived for the club alone. Then you found him and all of a sudden life was worth more than a case of beer to him again. For all of them - this is the most sober they’ve been in years.” She stopped and made Megan look up into her eyes. “Your family loves you. More than you could ever know. You know they’ll kill for you. The question is - can you let yourself live for them?”
Megan sniffed and wiped at her face with her good hand. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”
Diana kissed her forehead gently. “I know.”
Megan thought for a moment and then nodded her head. “I can do that, I think.”
Diana smiled. “Good girl. Now come on before Hank comes to your rescue and scolds me for making his princessa cry.”
Megan giggled and nodded, leaning into the arm Diana slipped around her shoulders as they went to catch up with the men who were standing by the entrance to the bookstore giving them space.
When they got there, Megan immediately went to her papa for a quick cuddle before going to each of her padrinos for the same as Diana looked on with a smile. After Bishop’s cuddle, Megan went to Hank and practically buried herself in his chest.
Hank wrapped himself around her carefully. “You okay, mi amore?” he asked quietly.
Megan nodded. “Yeah. Tía Diana just put some things into perspective for me. That’s all.” She snuggled under his kutte to be close.
“And that made you cry?” he asked carefully, stroking down her spine soothingly.
“Not a bad cry, Hank. Promise.”
Hank nodded and let her settle. She couldn’t seem to get close enough so he indicated to Taza that he was taking Megan over to sit on a bench that was semi-secluded. Once there, he pulled her into his lap and she burrowed close. “You’re okay though?” Hank asked her carefully. “You still have some time before your next dose of medicine, but if you’re hurting we can move it up a bit.”
“I’m okay. Just emotional. Tía Diana pointed out some things and I’m adjusting my thinking processes.” She unconsciously copied Hank’s breathing pattern to calm her emotions.
Hank noticed and made his breathing a bit more pronounced. “Alright. We’ll get some time for you to decompress at El Padrinos, okay? And we’ll head there right after this store.”
Megan nodded. “Okay.”
“Good girl. Do you realize you were over thirty yards away from both your papa and me without you tío even for support?”
Megan froze and replayed the conversation with her aunt in her head only to realize that Hank was right. She’d done it all on her own without realizing it. “I was, wasn’t I?”
Hank kissed her head with a smile.
Megan finally relaxed against him. She looked up at him with a grin. “I’m getting better.”
“Yes - you are. And I’m proud of everything you’re doing.” He kissed her softly. “C’mon, mi princessa, let’s go get some books.”
They headed over to the others to find Marcus and Diana missing. Before Megan could ask, Bishop smiled. “Your tía needed some things from the make-up store down the way so Marcus took her to get them. They’ll meet us inside when they’re done.”
Megan smiled. “Okay.”
Taza opened the bookshop door. “C’mon, Chica, let’s find your books.”
Hank grabbed a basket as they went inside. “Lead the way, Princessa. We’ll let your papa and tío work on the prospect’s like. You just find things you want.”
Megan perused the shelves looking for the book she’d came in to buy. Any time she stopped to read the jacket cover of a book. Hank would pause with her. If it seemed interesting, she’d show him. He’d just smile and put it in the basket. She tried very hard not to stop herself from looking. Hank could see the hesitancy in the first few books she picked up. She’d bite her lip and her hand would shake as she lifted the book to look it over. She shrugged and put it back saying “I don’t need it.”
“This isn’t about need, Princessa. It’s about want. Is it something you’d want to read if someone loaned it to you?” She nodded and it went into the basket.
They met everyone else up by the registers when Megan noticed that they were all done. She’d found her book - in hard back at Hank’s urging - along with nearly half a basket of other books. Both Bishop and Taza had large bags of books from the list. Diana had gone the opposite way. She’d gone to the accessories side of the store buying things like bookmarks and book themes art pieces.
After checking out, they headed to the car. It was time to get ready to meet the Reaper.
After a relaxed lunch and a nap for Megan, Diana called Megan into the master bedroom. Hank smiled and settled himself in the armchair closest to the doorway when Megan looked nervous. She took a deep breath - and then went.
DIana smiled gently at her. “Good girl. I know Hank has been helping you dress usually, but I thought tonight I’d offer.”
Megan smiled. “I do like his reaction when I shock him…”
Diana laughed. “It’s fun to do. I still like shocking your tío occasionally.” She winked. “Besides - tonight’s your first party. Men don’t understand sometimes.”
“Neither do I Tía!” Megan snorted. “I never wore a dress until last week”!
“That’s alright, sweetheart. That’s what a tía is for.” She texted Taza who brought Megan’s duffle bag in for her.
He smiled and rested a hand on Megan’s shoulder for a second. “Do you want me to braid your hair up for you tonight, Chica?”
Megan relaxed a little. “Please, Papa?”
“Of course.” He looked at Diana. “Can we use your dressing table?”
“Go for it,” she gestured. “I’ll look at outfits for her.”
“No heels.” Taza reminded her.
“Shit. RIght. No shoe swap yet - no heels in public. Got it.” She dug through Megan’s bag to hand him the jewelry case and Megan’s hair brush. “That’s fine. She’s got legs for days anyways despite her height.”
“And Tía?” Megan said.
“Hmm?” Diana acknowledged as she laid the dresses Megan packed out along with the purchases from earlier in the day.
“Nothing Hank won’t like me wearing in public -”
Taza froze as he was unbraiding her hair. “What?” he asked.
Megan met his eyes in the mirror. “There will be other patches there, Papa. I don’t want to embarrass him -”
Taza closed his mouth with a snap and his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth a bit. “Do I need to talk to Hank, Chica? Where is this coming from?”
Megan looked puzzled. “What do you mean, Papa?”
“Has Hank said something about how you dress?” Diana asked gently.
Megan shook her head. “No. Of course not. I just know I shouldn’t show off anything in public…”
Diana snorted. “This is from the asshole ex-, isn’t it?”
“But Jimmy said…”
Taza growled. “I don’t give a shit what that… thing… told you, Chica.” He gently turned her head so she’d look at him. “You are gorgeous and no one - not Hank, not me, no one- can tell you what to wear or how you should look, Megan.”
She swallowed hard. “But Papa…”
“No.” He said shortly. “No one. Do you hear me? The only person who decides how you dress is you.” He took a page from Hank’s book and tilted her chin until she met his eyes with her matching ones. “If anyone has a problem with that, you send them to me, you understand?”
Megan nodded and swallowed her tears. “Yes, Papa.”
He kissed her forehead gently. “Good girl.”
He let her turn back around and braided her hair into a crown for her. “There, sweet Chica. Do you want your combs in?”
“Hold on, Taza.” Diana said with a smile. “I also found these today.” She placed some hair combs decorated with roses and marigolds on the table. “I thought the silk flowers would be pretty against her dark hair.”
“Thank you, Tía. They’re beautiful.” Megan smiled. “Can I have the flowers tonight, please Papa?”
“Of course.” He gently slid the large combs in towards the back of her braided crown. “Beautiful.” He kissed her hair. “Now, I’ll leave you girls to get ready.” He smiled and slipped out the door.
Hank wasn’t in the arm of the chair anymore. He was in the bedroom he and Megan were staying in. He’d changed to his dark button down and jeans - styling his hair carefully. Taza tapped the doorframe. “Yeah?”
Taza propped himself up in the doorway and waited until Hank looked at him. “Has Megan said anything to you about the way she dresses?” he asked.
Hank sat down to pull his boots on. “Not really. Every once in a while she asked if she looks okay, but that’s it. Why?”
Taza crossed his arms. “She just told Diana not to choose anything you wouldn’t want her to ear in public…”
Hank’s head snapped up. “She what?”
“Said that she knew she shouldn’t show off because it’d embarrass you…”
Hank’s jaw dropped. “What the fuck? She could be wearing a fucking sack and all I’d be worried about was if she was cold!” He stood as if to go to her. “What the fuck gave her that idea?”
Taza stalled him with a raised hand. “Her past. She said something about Jimmy, but I didn’t get the full story.” He sighed.
“Fucking hell…” Hank thought back to packing with her. “She’s been doing it and I didn’t even notice.” He sat back down on the bed and scrubbed at his face with his hands. “When she was packing - she put the green dress back. Asking me to choose which jeans she brought… Damn it. I didn’t even notice. She offered to put her sweatshirt back on last night before we went into the clubhouse too.”
Taza nodded. “I told her in no uncertain terms that she should dress how she likes and no one can tell different.” He uncrossed his arms and put his hands in his pockets. “Just wanted to check we were on the same page.”
Hank sighed. “That we definitely are. Fuck. Okay. I’ll pay more attention when she pulls that shit. See if we can’t help where that fucker brainwashed her.”
Taza nodded and patted the door. “Hopefully that’ll help.”
The men were done dressing long before Diana and Megan. Hank resumed his seat near the door to the bedroom. He could hear Megan giggling and the murmur of voices but not what they were saying.
He checked his watch and smiled. It was almost time for Megan’s next dose of ibuprofen, but he didn’t want to interrupt her fun with her Tía.
Taza brought him a bottle of water with a smile. “Sounds like she’s having fun in there.”
Hank smiled. “Yeah. I don’t want to interrupt, but she is gonna need to take a dose of medicine soon.”
“They won’t be much longer, Tranq.” Marcuse chuckled. “Mi reina is a lot of things, but she can’t stand to be late. Give them another ten minutes and they’ll be out here asking what’s taking us so long.”
They laughed quietly and talked about what they expected tonight.
“When will you do it?” Taza asked quietly.
“Once we get there, but before we go inside - like with the earrings,” Hank said smiling as he remembered giving her the pearls that she still hadn’t removed from her ear lobes.
The other men chuckled. “Who’s have thought - Tranq is a romantic.” Bishop teased.
That just got another shrug from Hank. “Only for her, Pres. Only for her.”
A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and DIana peeked out. “Megan says she needs her pain meds…”
Hank handed them to her through the crack in the door. “Yes ma’am. Here they are.”
She took them with a smile. “We’ll be out in just a minute, but I didn’t want her to get too behind.”
“Thank you.”
It wasn’t much longer before the door opened and Diana came out. “Alright boys. We’re ready.” She had on leather pants, red heels and a white shirt with a deep v neck. She stood and accepted the compliments from Marcus with a smile.
Hank heard a giggle from behind her and he shifted to try to see Megan.
Diana moved out of the way and gestured for Megan to join them.
Megan laughed and followed DIana out into the living room.
Hank’s jaw dropped. Taza had braided her hair into a crown and someone had put silk flowers in her hair like La Calavera Catrina. She was wearing a short black dress that showed off her figure to absolute perfection and made her legs look miles long. She had on thigh highs that were small fishnets that had to be Diana’s with her combat boots on. Diana had lined Megan’s eyes with something that made them look huge and dusted glitter or something that made her skin absolutely glow. The neckline of the dress dipped just low enough to show a little of her black lace bra and - it had to be new because Hank didn’t remember packing it - it made her curves even more pronounced. The elbow length sleeves were made of fine mesh as well.
“Well aren’t you pretty as a picture, Poquito,” Bishop said.
“Oh - you haven’t seen the best part-” Diana said. “Give us a spin sweetheart.”
Megan rolled her eyes with a smile, but gave a slow spin revealing her back. All of it. Right down to her waist. The sling strap bisected it but her tattoo and every bit of skin from her hairline to her lower back was on display.
Hank’s mouth went dry. “Dios mio eres hermosa…” he said quietly.
Megan turned back around. “Too much?” she asked with a shy smile.
“Mi amore - you look beautiful.” Hank stepped up with a smile. “You always do, but I can’t breathe.” He took her hand and kissed each knuckle gently.
She smiled and relaxed a little revealing her necklaces - the one that matched Taza’a and her silver princessa crown resting in her cleavage.
Taza smiled and brought her a large box that was wrapped beautifully with green ribbon. “You look gorgeous, Chica. I have something to perfectly top this off.”
Megan smiled and untied the bow to remove the lid revealing the painted leather jacket he’d bought at the mall. “Oh Papa! It’s beautiful!”
“Perfect for you, sweet girl.” He took it from the box and draped it over her shoulders with a smile. “Second star to the right…”
Hank smiled softly. “La Princessa de los Mayas. Can’t wait to show you off tonight.”
“Let’s load up so you can then,” Bishop said with a smile.
Just about a half hour drive later, the gate rolled open to the Teller-Marrow Automotive and the rebuilt Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original clubhouse.
Taza, Bishop, Coco and Marcus backed their bikes into line with the other Mayans. Marcus offered Diana his hand to help her off his bike.
“Should we wait for Hank and Megan to go inside?” she asked.
Marcus chuckled. “Let’s get a drink and wait for them by the door. Hank’s got to give Megan a… pep talk… first.”
Hank parked the car with a smile and looked at Megan. “Are you alright, mi amore?”
Megan nodded nervously. “Mmmhmm. Sure.”
He chuckled and reached across the console to turn her face towards him. “Look at me. You’re going to be perfect.”
“How do you know?” she asked.
“Because.” He reached into his kutte and pulled out the ring box he’d stashed there earlier. “You’re always perfect, mi princessa. And I promise to always remind you of that as my Ol’ Lady. Will you be mi reina?” He opened the box to reveal the golden crown ring he’d chosen earlier in the day. A simple gold crown with a dark green stone set in it.
Megan’s jaw dropped. “Oh Hank! Really?”
He smiled. “Really Princessa. It’s just a promise ring, but -”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Megan threw herself across the car and into his lap causing him to laugh and press kisses to her face.
“What’s this mean?” Megan asked once she’d settled down enough for him to slip the ring on her left ring finger.
Hank smiled and kissed her hand again. “It’s just a physical reminder of what we already know. I’m yours. The Arthur to your Guinevere. And it’s a promise…” he paused to kiss her softly “that I’m all in. And that once we’re ready - I’ll replace it with an engagement ring.”
She smiled at him softly and snuggled close pressing kisses to his neck as he held her. “And it’s your marker, huh? So when we walk in there it’s obvious who I belong to.”
His chuckled vibrated through his chest. “That too - but once we get inside, I have a way to make it even more obvious.”
Megan smiled against his skin as he lifted his chin to give her more room to explore. “Mmm. What’s that?”
“Happy is waiting inside with his gear. He’s gonna mark me with your crown too.”
Megan sat up to give him a brilliant smile. “Really?”
“Really.” Hank said with a smile as he lifted his hips to get his hand into his pocket, shifting them both. He pulled out a small piece of paper from one of his sketchbooks to show her the design of her new ring. Then he flipped his right wrist to show her the bare skin over his pulse point. “Going right there, Princessa. For everyone to see.” He chuckled when Megan threw herself into him with more kisses.
When she finally settled down enough, they got out of the car to head toward the door. Just inside, waited their family talking to a man Megan didn’t know.
As soon as they were through the door, Taza turned to greet them with a smile. “Well?”
Megan smiled and raised her left hand for her Papa to see the ring.
He laughed and opened his arms for a hug, before examining the ring closer. “Beautiful choice, hermano,” he said, patting Hank’s shoulder.
There were hugs all around and Diana demanded to see the ring before also praising Hank’s choice of golden crown. Once everyone settled a bit, Marcus introduced Megan to the man she didn’t know. “Poquito - this is Tig Trager, VP of Samcro and a good friend of mine. Trager, meet my goddaughter, Megan.”
The man with brilliant blue eyes and crazy curls grinned and gently shook Megan’s left hand. “Finally! Good to meet you Little Bit. Your Tío has talked about you endlessly. And I see congratulations are in order.”
Megan turned on her Southern Company smile. “Nice to meet you too, Mr. Trager. Good to put a face to the name.”
Tig offered Hank a handshake and a man hug. “Had to lock her down early, huh Tranq?”
Hank grinned. “Had to do something to prove she was off limits to your pasty ass.”
Tig threw his head back with a laugh. “Truth, but you know Venus - she’d have my balls for breakfast.”
“Don’t I know it. Where is your lady?”
Tig’s smile and eyes softened. “She’s mingling. I’ll tell her you’re here.”
They chatted a moment before Hank asked, “Seen Hap tonight?”
Tig pointed to a table at the back where Happy had a portable tattoo rig set up. “Bet you’re the reason behind that too.”
“You know it.” Hank kissed Megan softly. “I’m going to go see him. You stay with your papa and tíos, alright mi princessa? Won’t take long. I know they need to introduce you around.”
Megan smiled and kissed him back. “I know you hate it, but use tegaderm? So it’s visible?”
He chuckled. “Yes, mi reina.” He winked and released her to stand on her own.
Bishop grinned. “What’s he got planned Poquito?”
Megan laughed a bit. “Just a bit of fair play, Padrino.”
Marcus and Diana were chatting with Tig when Bishop gently interrupted. “Primo, I’m going to take Poquito to meet Chibs. Make the proper introductions. You good with that?”
Marcus grinned lazily with Diana tucked under his arm. “He should be at the bar.”
Bishop nodded and sipped his beer. “Alright. We’ll be back.”
He grinned at Taza. “Let’s go introduce her to the Scot while Tranq’s busy otherwise we won’t get a word in edgewise.”
Taza grinned and nodded indicating for him to lead the way.
They walked over to the bar where a man with gray hair and faded facial scars sat sipping from a whiskey tumbler. The men greeted each other cheerfully and chatted a moment before the stranger turned his attention to Megan. “And who’s this then? Don’t tell me you’ve gone and settled down, Taza. I see that necklace on her neck.”
Taza chuckled and drew Megan under his arm. “Nah, though she is taken. This is my daughter, Megan. Megan - Chibs Telford.”
Megan turned that hundred watt smile on again. “Nice to meet you.”
“Ah - so this is the little princess Happy pulled from that wrecked truck.” Chibs placed a kiss on the back of Megan’s good hand. “Glad to see you’re alright.” He noted the ring on her finger. “And it looks like Tranq decided to put a claim on ya.”
Bishop chuckled. “Believe me, it’s necessary.”
“Aye. Don’t need to many of my lads in the rind wi’ him. Though I wonder if Quinn could take ‘im.”
Taza grinned. “I’m sure Hank would oblige your curiosity sometime - but I warn you - the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
“And give it a year and I’d wager, Poquito could take more of your men her damn self.” Bishop added with a smile. “She’s a damn natural in the ring.”
“Oh ho! A wee fighting lass. I see why he locked ya down, love.”
Megan smiled. She liked this man. He made her comfortable. She nodded towards the table where Hank was watching the exchange as Happy worked over his wrist with a smile. “I think the feeling’s mutual.”
Chibs turned on his stool to look at the table. “Don’ tell me the lads getting his own mark?”
Megan giggled as Taza smiled.
It was Bishop who answered, “Of course. When a man is lucky enough to be claimed by la princessa de los Mayas he wears her mark with pride.” He grinned. “She may be his Ol’ Lady, but she’s Taza’s daughter AND mine and Marcus’ goddaughter.”
Chibs’ eyebrows raise. “I see why you call her la princessa, brother.”
Happy was doing a last wipe of Hank’s tattoo at the table when Hank caught Megan’s eye and invited her over with a tilt of his head. She smiled and made her excuses before walking across the crowded bar by herself to Hank’s side. Taza watched tensely until she made it to the big man. Then he relaxed.
Chibs indicated the bar stools to invite them to take a seat. “How is the lass? Alvarez hasn’t been forthcoming with information since Hap got back.”
Taza sipped the beer that was placed in front of him.
“Bruised and cracked ribs, a concussion, broken wrist, and broken collarbone,” Bishop answered.
“She already had PTSD before the bastard took her - now it’s ramped up to eleven.” Taza added.
“I wondered why you brought her along. Didn’t want to say anything in fron’ o’ her but-” Chibs tilted his head and drank from his glass.
“She’s attached at the hip to Hank. Will only accept certain others as an anchor when he’s got to be away from her. Even then she won’t sleep. Today’s the first day she’s been able to stand being out of eyesight of one of us for more than a few minutes.” Taza fiddled with the label on his beer. “She had to come.”
Bishop nodded. “It doesn’t matter though. She’s all in. No secrets from her with the club. If women could patch, she’d already be at the table.”
Chibs raised his eyebrows again and turned to take a second look at the tiny girl. “Really? She doesn’t look -”
Taza smiled, but with a hard edge. “She’s stronger than she looks.”
Meanwhile, Happy was wrapping Hank’s wrist in tegaderm after Megan saw it. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. “Good to see you up and about, Little Girl.”
She smiled. “Thank you - for everything.”
Happy grunted and started putting away his gear as Hank pulled Megan down to perch on his knee.
Suddenly loud voices broke out and someone was shoved onto a table with a bang, causing Megan to flinch hard and bury herself in his chest. The fight was quickly broken up with the men being sent to cool off, but Hank cradled Megan close, hearing the hitch in her breathing that he hated.
“Easy, mi princessa. I’m right here. You’re safe. Easy.” He stroked up and down her back soothingly.
Happy watched quietly with his toothpick in his teeth. After a few minutes, he nodded to himself. “She like dogs?” he grunted out.
Hank continued to soothe her with his hands and answered the tacturn man. “She likes horses. Likes animals in general.”
Happy nodded again and then indicated that he wanted Hank to bring her and follow him out the back door of the clubhouse. Hank did so - forgoing getting her to stand and just picking her up to carry her.
Outback was a makeshift kennel. Inside were two white pitbulls and a dark gray one. The two white dogs greeted Happy cheerfully, but the other was standoffish. Hank recognized the lighter dogs as Tig’s female Angel and Happy’s male Opie.
“Who’s gray?” he asked.
Happy rubbed Opie’s ears. “Hers. Found him last week when I got back. Needs a home.”
Hank put Megan’s feet on the ground just inside the kennel doors. Angel and Opie started toward her, but Happy held their collars.
The darker dog cautiously came forward to sniff Megan’s boots. His sniffing made her snap back to reality with a little ‘oh’. She offered the dog her hand to sniff and when he did, she gently rubbed his ears. Soon she was sitting with a lap full of dog giving him affection.
“What’s his name?” she asked quietly as the big dog licked her chin.
Happy shrugged. “Dog. Needs a name. Needs a home.”
Megan smiled softly.
Hank moved to lean against the fence near Happy. “Is he trained?”
Hap nodded. “House broke. Basic commands. Doesn’t like when things get rough. Bit the shit out of the prospect when he tries to come in my house without me.”
“Protective?” Hank asked.
“Very.” Was the answer. “Likes her.” A smirk crossed the bald man’s face. “A birthday gift.”
Hank chuckled. “And one she won’t fight.”
Megan was too busy telling the dog what a good boy he was to hear their conversation.
“Princessa?” Hank called to get her attention. Megan looked up at him with a small, but real smile.
“Name him. Happy says he’s yours.”
Megan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Happy nodded.
She was too busy hugging the big dog whose tongue was lolling out in a doggy grin to pounce either man but she thanked Happy profusely.
Happy brought her a black harness and leash. “You can take him in. Keep him with you. Might help his nerves.”
Megan smiled again a little tearily, but put the harness and lead on him. “Rex,” she said quietly. “His name is Rex.”
the person, the emotion, just HAPPY.
everything about this chapter is and makes me Happy.
his dialogue, or lack there of, was on point, totally HL compliant 🤌🏽✨
and a doggo 🧡💜💚
I'm sending all the virtual scritches and belly rubs to that fictional bestest of boys Rexxy
Anonymous Request: I’m inspired to ask for a smut imagine after how awesome your last post was! Can we get a three some with either happy/juice Tig/happy juice/Tig? Thanks Darlin’ x
Rating: NSFW
Warnings: Unprotected sex, wrap it up kids.
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[Y/N] stares blankly at the window as the first rays of sunshine spill through the curtains signaling that a new day has arrived. She lazily looks over at Happy and notices that he’s still sound asleep before turning and doing the same thing to Juice. With a huff she sits straight up in bed and rolls her [e/c] eyes as a devilish thought comes to mind.
Very carefully she reaches across Juice’s body to check her phone wanting to make damn sure the date is correct. The quick search on google has her biting down on her tongue to keep from screaming out in joy, she was right it is Father’s Day. After setting her phone back down she slowly spins around on the bed so that she’s facing the headboard and begins to pull the sheet back. As soon as she sees the top of their boxers she stops pulling the sheet and gently places a hand above each of their waistbands.
[Y/N] hesitates for a moment before slipping her hands down their boxers where she eagerly wraps her fingers around their cocks. She bites down on her bottom lip as she gently squeezes their cocks before she slowly begins to pump them. From her left she hears Juice groan lowly as he stirs from his deep slumber, his cock hardening under her touch. A giggle escapes her as she continues her ministrations wanting to both pleasure and be pleasures later on.
After a few more pumps [Y/N] forces Happy’s boxers down just enough so that she can swipe her tongue over the tip of his cock. Happy groans as he bucks his hips obviously not expecting that kind of attention this early in the morning. She giggles again before sliding his cock into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Without warning she begins to bob her head up and down taking more and more of his cock as she does so while continuing to jack odd Juice. By now the two men are awake and fully aroused as [Y/N] pulls away from Happy’s cock giving it one final swipe with her tongue.
She leans back on her heels to look at the two who are still groggy but yet have lust filled eyes, “good morning boys, I hope you’ve enjoyed your Father’s Day breakfast so far.”
“Little girl, you know damn well I have a ravenous appetite.” Happy states as he runs his hand up her thigh and along her already soaked panties, “i’m sure Juice is starving as well.”
“I was hoping you were,” [Y/N] replies as she leans over to free Juice of his boxers and administer the same treatment she gave to Happy. She runs her tongue under his cock from his balls to the tip before taking as much of it into her mouth as she can. Juice tangles his fingers in [Y/N]’s hair as she begins to set a fast and slow rhythm of head bobbing. Happy sits up in the bed making sure to discard his boxers before grabbing [Y/N]’s ass and landing a hard blow on one of her clothed ass cheeks. She groans around Juices cock which earns a hearty moan from Juice who then roughly tugs her hair.
As [Y/N] continues to suck off Juice, Happy pulls her panties down so that he can run his fingers along her slick folds. He settles his fingers on her clit where he begins to rub gentle circles around it earning yet another groan from her. Juice moans loudly getting closer and closer to blowing his load, [Y/N] can sense it as well and begins to massage his balls edging him closer. Happy lands another open hand blow on her ass before dipping one finger followed by another into her aching pussy. Finally her work pays off as Juice is pushed over the edge, his cum fills her mouth and she tries her best to swallow all of it.
[Y/N] releases Juices cock as Happy begins to finger her slowly, but soon begins to pick up the pace. Her mind slowly becomes foggy as her own orgasm begins to build deep inside of her. Juice pushes himself up onto one of his elbows before leaning forward to place a kiss on [Y/N]’s lips.
“Such a good girl,” Happy growls out as he pulls his slick covered fingers from her pussy and bringing them up to his mouth, “bet you taste delicious.”
“Agreed, wanna ride my face baby?” Juice asks in between light kisses. [Y/N] nods happily as Juice readjusts himself in the middle of the bed as she crawls forward in order to straddle his face. Juice wastes no time as she settles herself over his face and before she can prepare herself he runs his tongue over her sensitive folds.
“F-fuck.” She groans out as Juice runs tongue over her clit a couple of times before dipping it into her aching pussy. A low moan rolls off her lips as Juice sets to work eating her out, the sensation throws her upper body forward and she grabs the headboard for support. Happy grunts off to her right and when she looks over at him she finds him jacking off obviously enjoying the sight in front of.
With the pace Juice has set [Y/N] feels the coil in her belly tighten until it finally snaps sending her body into bliss. Her eyes roll back into her head as a loud moan bursts forth, Juice helps her through her orgasm as Happy blows his load. [Y/N] rolls off of Juice and into the bed beside him trying hard to catch her breath as Happy grabs her legs and pulls her body towards him.
She giggles softly as Happy leans forward to press a kiss to her lips. The soft kiss quickly turns into a make out session as Happy becomes hard yet again, [Y/N] wraps her fingers around her shaft and lines it up with her pussy. Happy gets the idea and pushes his cock into her earning a moan from her in return. After a few moments of adjustment she wraps her legs around Happy’s waist.
He starts out with a slow pace, the two of them enjoying the moment between them. The coil deep inside of her begins to tighten yet again as Happy starts to switch up his pace from slow to fast, fucking her into the mattress. [Y/N] locks eyes with Juice as he jacks himself off once more and the moment Happy comes in contact with a specific spot the coil snaps.
“H-Happy!” [Y/N] cries out as another orgasm washes over her body, stars dance before her eyes as Happy follows her down the tunnel of bliss. He pumps her pussy a couple of more times before pulling out and rolling onto the bed beside her. Juice grunts as he cums once more, the three of them remain quiet for some time trying to compose themselves.
“Damn.” Juice finally states as he fumbles around on the bed trying to find your hand so that he can hold it.
[Y/N] giggles softly while intertwining their fingers, “hope you boys aren’t too tired.”
“Never.” Happy rumbles out while draping an arm around her waist, “we’ve got all damn day.”
(ok, another combination of requests! Jax’s little sister reader and Happy for @simplyceceh and the Demi Lovato song Daddy Issues from an anon- another banger by the way, you guys have got such good taste in music. it’s kind of all over the place though so i’m sorry)
Warning: kind of nsfw but mostly implied
Kinda short, sorry.
I call you too much
You never pick up
‘Cept when you wanna fuck
And I can’t get enough
You’re the man of my dreams
'Cause you know how to leave
But I really believe that you’d change it for me
You would never tell anyone but you were kind of unofficially Happy Lowman’s girl. Not really but kind of yes? Everything regarding Happy was so difficult to determine. He was the most frustratingly unreadable person you had ever met but you loved the way he was with you.
Your relationship had started off… interestingly. Neither of you had wanted anything serious. All you wanted was validation from someone, anyone, that you were worth something to someone.You blamed it on your daddy issues and you told him as much and he seemed to understand what you needed. He knew who your dad had been, he was the club founder- one of them anyway and he knew that what you were doing had to be kept a secret from everyone, including your brother and mom. He didn’t like it, he expressed this at least, but when you were together he didn’t seem to care.
