Requests are open for all the above fandoms!Ā Disclaimer: Might take me some time to get to them!
You can also find me on ao3 under the same name! But I haven't finished pulling everything from here onto there, yet!
Moving Day - Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Platonic!OC Andrea Baros
Motion Sick - Angel Reyes x F!Reader
Country Shit - Gilly Lopez x F!Reader
Nice but Bad - Angel Reyes & Emily Thomas
š Life AfterĀ - Angel Reyes x OC Izzy Flores
Believe it or not - EZ Reyes x Nestor Oceteva
Only If Iām Lucky -Ā Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Felipe Reyes & OC Lucrecia (Lucky) FuentesĀ // Bishop Losa x OC Lucky
Do What You Gotta Do - Nestor Oceteva x Erin Thomas
Chalk DrawingsĀ -Ā Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader
Picnics - Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
š Days Past - Chibs x TellerSister!Reader
Snow Angel -Ā Wendy Case & F!Reader // Nero Padilla & F!Reader // Jax Teller x F!Reader
Secretās Safe -Ā Jax Teller x Ortiz!F!Reader // Juice & Sister!Reader
10 Years - Chibs Telford x F!Reader
Halloween Night - Happy Lowman x Lyla Winston Dvorak
I lied - Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
THE PITT:
Everything I Never Deal With - Dr. Robby & F!Attending!Reader // Dr. Jack Abbot x F!Attending!Reader
ANIMAL KINGDOM:
We Always Take Care Of Each Other (1/?) - Andrew 'Pope' Cody x F!Reader // Barry 'Baz' Blackwell & Sister!Reader // Deran Cody & Platonic!Reader
Should've Been (2/?) - Andrew 'Pope' Cody x F!Reader // Barry 'Baz' Blackwell & Sister!Reader // Deran Cody & Platonic!Reader
If I Haven't Made It Clear (3/?) - Andrew 'Pope' Cody x F!Reader // Barry 'Baz' Blackwell & Sister!Reader // Deran Cody & Platonic!Reader
MCU:
š My Best GirlĀ - Dad!Tony Stark & OC Maxine Stark / Steve Rogers x OC MaxineĀ
FestivalĀ -Ā (40s) Bucky Barnes x OC Adelaide RediĀ / (40s) Steve Rogers & Platonic OC Adelaide Redi
Peace In the In Between - Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff
THE PUNISHER:Ā
š Frankās Only Friend - Frank Castle x Platonic!OC Ana Tyler
Unfair - Frank Castle x OC Georgia Madden
Broken - Franke Castle x F!Reader
BRIDGERTON:
Already Said Yes - Benedict Bridgerton x OC Samantha Crown
OUTER BANKS:
š When Summer Ends - Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC
NARCOS:
In The Midst of ChaosĀ - Javier PeƱa x F!Reader
Something BorrowedĀ - Javier PeƱa x F!Reader
What Friends Are For - Steve Murphy x Platonic!Reader
šĀ Superhero - Javier PeƱa x F!Reader
History in a bar - Javier PeƱa & F!Reader
Murphyās Sister -Ā Steve Murphy x Sister!Reader | Javier PeƱa x Murphy!F!Reader
Something Out of the Ordinary - Steve Murphy x F!Reader
Stuck Record - Steve Murphy x F!Reader
For Old Timeās Sake - Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader
Foldinā Clothes - Steve Murphy x F!Reader
Watching Time - Chepe Santacruz x Pacho Herrera
Things I Should Have Said - Javier PeƱa x F!Reader
STRANGER THINGS:
š Eddie Munsonās Best Friend - Eddie Munson x F!Reader
THE LAST OF US:
Midnight Movie - Tommy Miller x F!Reader
Let Me Come Home - Joel Miller x F!Reader
THE BEAR:Ā
š My Best Friendās Cousin - Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader / Carmy Berzatto x Platonic!F!Reader (was originally a bunch of individual fics but Iāve combined them into their own multi-chap post).Ā
You, Me & Italy - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader
Flower Shop - Richie Jerimovich x F!Reader
Jane Austen and a New York Bench - Jess Mariano x F!Reader
Not Much To Tell - Jess Mariano x F!Reader
HARRY POTTER:
šThe Daughter Of Sirius Black -Ā Sirius Black & F!Reader (Sirius's Daughter) // Neville Longbottom x F!Reader Pairing
THE BIKERIDERS:
The Year of 1969 - Johnny Davis x F!Reader // Benny Cross & F!Reader
Cal & Sylv's Story - Cal x OC Sylvie Hawke
Johnny Fuckin' Davis - Johnny Davis x GN!Reader
The Bikerider and The Bartender (PT 1)- Johnny Davis x F!Reader
TWISTERS:
Cowboy and Pony - Tyler Owens x F!Reader
Welcome Home - Tyler Owens x F!Reader
Harmony After The Storm - Tyler Owens x F!Reader
VERONICA MARS:
Tensions Rise - Eli "Weevil" Navarro x F!Reader (Felix Toombs Sister)
The Funeral - Eli "Weevil" Navarro x F!Reader (Felix Toombs Sister)
NCIS/NCIS:ORIGINS
Good Mood - Leroy Jethro Gibbs x F!Wife!Reader
Bad Mood - Leroy Jethro Gibbs x F!Wife!Reader
Bio-Hazard - Leroy Jethro Gibbs x F!Wife!Reader
š Beyond The Surface - Young Mike Franks x F!Reader
TOP GUN MAVERICK:
š Between Flight And Fate - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x F!Reader
THE WOLVERINE // LOGAN:
Not A Way To Live - Logan Howlett x F!Mutant!Reader
CROSSOVERS:
And You?Ā - Jax Teller & Steve MurphyĀ
Donāt Push it - Chepe Santacruz x DrabbleMCās OC Diedra Lowman
Anon Request: Happy x reader and maybe a fight breaks out at a party at the clubhouse and reader gets badly hurt and happy just looses his shit!! Thank you!
A/N: it's actually a crime how long its been since i've written for SOA omg. this was so much fun!!!! i hope you enjoy š„°
The chaos level at the clubhouse had gotten to such a point that Charming PD had stopped responding to the noise complaint calls about it. They were long past the point of no returnāthe party was just going to have to burn itself. Which, to be fair, it usually would around 2AM or so when the booze was pretty much gone and the adrenaline started to wear off.
It was only midnight so there were still a good few hours to go before things began to fizzle. And, since there were some guys in from out of town, you knew they were going to wring everything they could out of each and every minute. Eventually the out of towners would start slinking off to whatever cheap motel room theyād booked for themselves, the local guys drifting off to their dorm rooms. Most of them would be heading off with whoever the love of their life was that night.
You didnāt have to wait for the clubhouse to empty out completely, but Happy wasnāt going to feel right leaving until things quieted down enough for him to believe that things would continue to be relatively safe after he left. And you werenāt going to go home without Happy.
āBartender, one more,ā you said jokingly as you waved your empty water bottle at the prospect behind the bar. He looked ready to quitāwhether it was for the night or the club altogether you couldnāt quite be sure.
Still, he gave you a tired smile as he reached under the bar and grabbed another water bottle from the pack they kept. āBetter slow downādonāt wanna get too out of control,ā he said with dramatized concern as he slid it across the bar to you. The water was always room temperature because the fridges and coolers were sacred spaces reserved for beer only, but it was your only non-alcoholic choice besides the crappy coffee they occasionally had on-hand.
āAh, let me live a little,ā you said, playing into the ruse as you twisted the cap off. After taking a long sip, you asked him, āThink you can bring last call around a little earlier than usual? Get everyone outta here a little sooner? That a decision you can make?ā
He shook his head. āThere are no decisions that I can make.ā
You laughed, knowing the truth of that statement. Youād seen plenty of prospects come and go throughout the years, and none of them ever had a single ounce of pull. As was the way of things.
āHappy wonāt leave if you tell him you wanna get outta here?ā
You scoffed. āOf course he will. I donāt wanna have to do that though.ā
The two of you were sharing a laugh over that when you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You knew without having to look behind you that it was Happy. Reaching up, you rested your hand on top of his before tilting your head back to get a halfway decent look at him.
āWere your ears burning?ā you asked, humor laced into your tone.
The prospect chuckled at that from the safety of the other side of the bar, but when he saw the look on Happyās face he immediately changed his tune. Suddenly there was nothing more important to him than making the sure bar-top was wiped down to perfection.
You tapped his hand to get his attention back on you. āWhatās up?ā
āChecking in.ā He gave your shoulder a light squeeze.
You nodded, spinning around on your seat so that you were facing him. Leaning back, your back and elbows rested against the very edge of the bar. You let your legs hang wide so that Happy could easily stand between themāhis preferred place to be. He took the invitation, stepping in closer to you. With practiced ease he rested one hand on either side of you before leaning in to kiss you.
You didnāt rush your way out of the kiss. When he pulled back, it wasnāt far, and you could still feel his breath against your skin. You smiled. āDoing better now,ā you said, able to speak quieter than you had been since he was so close.
He nodded, stealing a quick kiss. āGood.ā
Reaching behind you, he grabbed the beer bottle that the prospect had knowingly set on the bar for him. He was stepping back, turning around ready to head back into the fray. You caught his hand before he got too far. The tips of your fingers barely caught his but it was still enough to stop him in his tracks.
When he turned to face you again, there was a look of mild confusion on his face. Raising your eyebrows, a slightly pleading expression on your face, all you said was, āHap?ā
He didnāt need to ask any follow-up questions. Taking another sip of his beer, he said, āSoon. Promise.ā
That was a satisfying enough reassurance. You let go of his hand, a smile just starting to curl the ends of your lips. āThank you.ā
With a nod he was gone and heading back to where most of the Redwood guys were lingering by the pool table. Itād been at least a couple hours since anyone had actually used it for pool, though. At this point in the night, it was a dancefloor riddled with shot glasses. A recipe for disaster, but that never seemed to matter to anyone.
The constant noise of clubhouse parties was something that you had learned to tune out over the years. The loud music and din of multiple conversations turned into static for the most part. You could lock into the conversations that you were part of, or that were taking place right next to you, but other than that you let it all fly clean above your head. It suited you just fine, much like staying perched either at a safe distance from the throes of it all at the bar, or the safety of sitting with Happy who would inevitably have a protective hand or arm on you.
A five-minute break from the noise sounded nice, though; even if most of it was just static to you at this point. Hopping off your stool, you started to head over towards where Happy was now camped out. While he might have swapped out cigarettes for toothpicks lately, he still kept them in an old cigarette pack. A fact that you found as endearing as you did smart. You also knew that within that pack he was currently holding in his kutte, there was a joint. One that youād slipped in there before the two of you left for the party. It seemed like as good of a time as any to cash in on it.
Leaning over the back of the sofa where he was sitting, you rested one hand on each of his shoulders. You slid them down to his chest as you leaned lower so you could speak quietly against his ear.
āGot a lighter for me?ā you asked.
He was reaching for it before you even finished the question. āWhat doāā he stopped himself short, the answer coming in the form of you reaching into the pocket of his kutte. He chuckled, allowing you to take it even though you would make the worldās worst pick-pocket. He snuck a kiss against your jaw as you pulled away from him. āStay outta trouble.ā
You laughed as you began to weave you way towards the door. āAlways do!ā
Fake pack of smokes in one hand, lighter twirling between the fingers of the other, you did your best to duck and weave through the clusters of people without drawing attention to yourself.
There were only a few more strides separating you from the door when you heard the sound of shattering glass behind you. That on its own wasnāt cause for concernāeveryone was dropping and throwing and breaking things all the time. What worried you was the fact that it was followed by yelling.
Your grip tightened around the lighter involuntarily as you turned around to see what was going on. This much booze and testosterone locked up inside one building, a fight breaking out was more likely than not. Especially with guys in from out of town.
You watched it turn from a one-on-one scuffle into a multi-man brawl in real time. The sigh of exhaustion you let out was involuntary. The only upside was that when it was all SOA patches, and they were inside the clubhouse, you could be fairly certain that no one was going to pull a gun. Itād be all fists and smacking heads off tables, which would still do damage but nothing permanent.
The only thing that stopped you from still heading outside to smoke was seeing Happy get up off the couch heād been so comfortably sitting on just moments ago. What the rest of these guys did was their own business, but Happy was yours. You shoved the pack and lighter into the back pockets of your jeans, admitting defeat for the time being.
Breaking up fights wasnāt something you made a habit of, kind of like how Charming PD didnāt bust up clubhouse parties. All things ran their course. You hung around just close enough to get Happyās attention if you needed it, to stop him from taking things too far. He was a man with no internal off-switch, so you had to be an external one.
You lingered outside the fray. Realizing that your night was about to get longer than you had originally bargained for, the thought crossed your mind to spark up your joint right then and there. Because apparently there wasnāt going to be any peace and quiet to be found.
Your gaze dropped from the bedlam for hardly a second, just long enough to flip open the cigarette pack so you could see your joint amongst all the toothpicks. But you didnāt even get the chance to reach for it. The second your gaze locked onto it, you were getting knocked clean off your feet by someone knocking into you. The man who had gotten shoved into you hadnāt been paying attention and neither had you. It was collateral damage, or at least it had started off that way.
Staying down wasnāt an optionānot a safe one anyway. You got back up on your feet quickly, the frustrated, āYou gotta be fucking kidding me,ā falling from your lips before you thought twice about it.
The man who had bowled you over hadnāt noticed you before, but he sure did now. He spun back on you, lip busted and anger in his eyes. āThe fuck you say to me?ā
You hadnāt said it to him, not really. If anything it was a statement directed at everyone in the goddamn clubhouse, Happy included. But between his tone and the way he was looking at you, you were ready to let him take it personally. āSounds like you heard me just fine,ā you snapped.
For a big guy, he moved faster than you had been ready for. You backpedaled when he tried to step in closer to you, but with his reach it didnāt end up mattering. The sting of his rings cutting into the skin of your cheek was a sharp pain, the kind that distracted momentarily from the throbbing of getting socked in the jaw. It wasnāt the kind of punch that would knock you out, but it certainly knocked you down. You were all palms and heels as you tried to back away enough to get upright again. Youād gotten halfway there when the toe of his boot connected with your stomach.
The kick knocked the wind out of you. You couldnāt get up, couldnāt even try to yell for Happy. All you could do was wait for it to be over. Shutting your eyes tight, you waited for the second blow. But it never came.
There was a grunt followed quickly by the sound of shattering glass. You caught the castoff spray of whatever had been in the bottle that had gotten smashed. Opening your eyes, you looked up to see that Happy had not only seen what had happened, but was dealing out retribution for it. Breaking the bottle against the back of the guyās head had been a warning shot.
Rage wasnāt a strong enough word for what you saw flaring up in Happyās eyes. The guy who had knocked you down was bigger than Happy, too, but that didnāt matter. Happyās rings broke skin easy too, the mess he was making of that guyās face made the cuts along your cheekbone seem like nothing in comparison. In no time Happy had the man on the floor. Happy gripped him up by the collar of his shirt, lifting him just enough so that when his next punch landed it smacked the back of his head off the floor at the same time.
The ringing in your ears was cut through only by the sound of Happyās grunts of exertion. If the stakes had been different, this would have been the point where you would have called him off. This time, though? This time you were content to let Happy go unchecked. Every dog deserved to run off-leash once in a while.
When Happy finally let the guy drop, his head landed against the wood floors with one final thump. The guy was still breathing, but he wasnāt conscious. The sight of it gave you enough strength to try and get your feet back under you.
Happy stood upright, and for a moment you thought that was the end of it. Then he reached into his kutte and pulled out his gun. Your eyes went wide, but between your breath and your jaw you couldnāt force any words out.
āHap!ā Jaxās voice rang out above everything, although things had quieted considerably when people caught wind of just how badly Happy was hurting one of their own. Even before the gun it was far outside the realm of a typical club brawl. Jax stepped in close but wasnāt touching him. āThatās enough.ā
Happy shook his head. With quick efficiency he slid his hand along the top of his gun, the click of a bullet sliding into the chamber unmistakable. āNo, itās not.ā
Then Jax reached out. He firmly, but carefully, pushed Happyās hands down so that the gun was no longer pointed at the manās head. His voice dropped lower. āNot here.ā
You could see the way Happy was grinding his teeth, a last-ditch effort to contain all the anger bubbling up inside him. One wrong word and Happy was going to be pointing that gun at Jax next. āThen where?ā
There was no right answer that Jax could give him. And at a certain point Happy wasnāt going to give a damn what the flash on Jaxās kutte saidāpresident or not he wouldnāt be able to stop Happy from getting the pound of flesh he felt he was owed.
āHappy,ā you said, ignoring the throbbing in your jaw.
His attention went right to you. There was blood dripping down your cheek from where youād been cut, and you had one hand on your stomach from the kick. The fire in his eyes didnāt die out, but it shrunk, which was all you needed. He shoved the gun back into his kutte as he stepped over the man towards you.
When he was close enough, he had his hands on the outside of your arms, his grip firm and protective. The warmth coming off his hands, the callouses on his palms, they were tiny reassurances that allowed some of the tension to fade from your muscles.
āTake me home, Hap,ā you said, unable to hide your exhaustion.
You didnāt miss the split second of hesitation. You knew whyāin his mind the job wasnāt done. But then he saw the tears in your eyes. Nodding, he ushered you so that you were beside him, one of his hands resting against the small of your back.
He paused beside Jax, eyes boring into his. āHandle it.ā
Jax nodded, knowing that it was the only correct response. āWe will.ā
The two of you were standing beside Happyās bike. Normally heād hand you your helmet and the two of you would hop right on, but this time all you had it in you to do was collapse against him, your good cheek pressing into the smooth leather of his kutte. You shut your eyes tight as his hand rested against the back of your head. Deep breath in, deep breath out, just enough to keep you from crying.
āIām sorry.ā He murmured the words against your temple. Two words that were incredibly difficult to come by when it came to Happy Lowman. He didnāt say them lightly and you didnāt take them lightly either.
You nodded, head still pressed against him. āI know.ā
He kissed the edge of your forehead. āI love you.ā
You let out a weak chuckle, one that kicked up the ache in your muscles. āI know that too.ā Taking a deep breath, you leaned back just enough so that you could look him in the eyes. āI love you.ā You tried not to flinch as he thumbed away some of the blood on your cheek. āGet me outta here and you can clean me up for real when we get home.ā
He nodded. āI will.ā
The small smile you gave him was tired, but it wasnāt fake. āI know you will.ā
(divider by @secretlysamcro š¤)
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okay i could read about these two forever are you kiddddddding me. tay i LOOOOOVED THIS SO MUCH. you write sappy smitten in love happy perfectly its like a drop of sap in the form of a look and its enough to keep me going for weeks. like a shot of adrenaline. its in the little things like the hand on the shoulder, understanding what reader is saying when shes not saying it, letting her search in his kutte for the fake cig pack. ugh protective happy is my fav, donāt tempt me because i might just drop a request for more if its still open š
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