(A/n: hey guys! It’s been a hot minute. School has been tough for a while so I didn’t have time write anything. Thank you for your continued support in my writing though, I appreciate each and every one of you! Remember, if you like this, a quick reblog would be amazing and if you have anything you specifically want to read just drop me an ask! Love and kisses)
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Stirring in the bed, you found yourself restless. The bright red illuminated numbers on the alarm clock were fuzzy to your vision, you were so dazed that you were unable to make them out. With a sigh, you rubbed your palm over your droopy eyelids, hoping to gain some sort of composure.
You had slept less and less due to the worrying state your relationship was in. It felt like Happy was oblivious to how you were feeling, as once again he wasn’t home at a reasonable time. The numbers now registered in your head, the clock reading 3:04 am. All you could do was let out a frustrated groan.
Happy was often away on runs with the boys and you understood that. You knew the life that was laid out in front of you. It was no picnic you had been warned and you knew that work would most likely always come first. But what you didn’t expect was that when he was not working, just partying and generally fucking around doing dumb shit with the other Sons, that he’d be home late. Or not come home at all.
This was one of those nights that you felt like you were in solitary confinement. Like a prisoner to your own thoughts and theories. When he didn’t come home for the entire night, you knew he was knee drink in beers with many women throwing themselves at him.
You rolled around once again, hoping to find a comfortable position that you could drift off peacefully in but alas after tossing and turning nothing worked. You just needed Happy beside you to sleep soundly. You wished to see his chest rise and fall, wanting to run the pads if your fingers over the thick lines of his tattoos.
You made the quick decision to rise from your bed, not knowing if this was a good idea or not. Slipping on some clothes and locating your shoes, you took more and more steps towards the door. Fumbling with the keys you had left out when you had retired for the night, you got out of the shared house quickly.
Driving down the familiar roads, you began to feel nervous about what could lie ahead of you. There wasn’t a party tonight so technically there was no need for him to be out this late. You weren’t controlling but you were realistic and the fact that in the last month you had only fallen asleep next to your boyfriend a mere three times was becoming ridiculous. This wasn’t even completely about the sleeping schedule you both shared, this was about the life that you had come to share.
Your mind was foggy in regards to the last time you had spent a day together when you used to spend every weekend wrapped up together. He made you feel safe and loved but now it felt like an extensive chore to get more than five minutes of his time.
You pulled into the parking lot of the clubhouse and there were no other cars there. This proved your point that there weren’t any secret parties that you weren’t aware of. There was an array of bikes parked outside of the front door, leading you to believe that it could’ve just been a church meeting that turned into drinks.
Opening the front door you were hit with a gust of warm air and an overall disgusting sight. The Sons were all littered across the main room, each with a different crow eater on top of them or pleasuring them. Your heart sunk to the floor as you looked for your man, expecting him to be sitting alone, watching the festivities. Surely he would be stupid enough to look at any of these other women when he had you waiting at home for him?
If it was at all possible, your heart felt like it fell below the restraints of your body, feeling like it was crumbling apart. Here was your boyfriend, the love of your life, the man you’d give up anything for, with three women all over him. He was slumped back in a chair with a cigarette hanging between his lips, a smirk evident. One woman was leaning over him, whispering something in his ear. Another was curled up in his lap, making slow kisses all over his neck. The last one was sitting on the arm of the chair, stroking his arm and giving him puppy eyes, or more ‘take me to bed’ eyes.
You felt physically sick with the scene laid out in front of you. The fact that this entire show was playing out so nonchalantly in front of you, with plenty of the other men being in committed relationships. Chibs was the first to notice your entrance and he jumped up to come to you.
“Don’t” you hissed at him, moving your hand to his chest to push him away from you. You were angry at Happy, for what he was doing, you were angry at the boys, for allowing it to happen but mostly you were angry at yourself since you had never had the inclination to come to the clubhouse. You were naive enough to believe Happy would never lay eyes on someone else, never mind cheat on you.
Happy suddenly locked eyes with you, guilt was written all over his face. You bulled over to him, ready to create a scene in front of everyone. He tried to stand up but the women around him didn’t want to let him go so easily.
You grabbed a fistful of his shirt when you reached him, pushing the crow eaters off of him with ease and making him rise to his feet. They all shot you dirty looks but they could sense the frustration coming off of him.
“I’ve been waiting for hours, if not days for you to come home. But I see you’re busy fucking around and doing whatever you want. I gave you every part of myself. With everything that I gave you, was it too much to ask for just the smallest bit of respect? The smallest bit of human decency, compassion, love!” You seethed, spitting the words at him, hoping that something would hit close to home and he’d have a reasonable explanation for all of this.
He avoided eye contact by looking at his feet. “Unbelievable, you don’t even try to cover yourself,” you got closer to him, your noses only a few centimetres away, “your shit will be on the porch, don’t come near me ever again”.
He opened his mouth to speak but you had already turned around, making your way to the exit. You flipped off the other Sons who were all standing by now, shame written on all of their faces as they saw the end of your relationship in front of their own eyes.
Once in the car, you let out an earth-shattering scream as you felt your heartache in your chest, knowing the love of your life was gone. The life you had built together, all gone and disappearing into thin air. The damage had been done and there was no going back.
A/n: When I tell y’all I STRUGGLED with the ending lol. Thank you to @withmyteeth for always helping me out when my own brain won’t ❤️
Warnings: Might find a curse word or two, other than that just fluff
It had been a couple of hours later when Angel arrived home from club business, and listened to the message you’d left him. During the first seconds he played the voicemail, he laughed at your painfully obvious drunken state, something he had heard a couple too many times before. It wasn’t until it finished, though, that he realized what you actually tried to tell him.
He was laying in bed, listening to the voicemail over and over again, making sure his mind wasn’t playing any tricks on him.
“What the-“ he shot up from the bed, running a hand through his hair as he contemplated on what to do next.
His first instinct would be to put his kutte back on and drive towards your place, but he knew for a fact that you’d be passed out by now. A frustrated groan left his body, not believing that you would put all of this on him, just to go to sleep after and leave him to deal with it.
Thinking it’s best to leave it be for now, knowing that there’s not much he could do right this moment, he gets back into bed, deciding on confronting you about it tomorrow.
Tomorrow couldn’t arrive any quicker, though.
Because when you woke up this morning, accompanied by a throbbing headache, the realization of what you’d done last night had immediately hit you. You’re pretty sure you were about to lose your mind.
For the past few hours all you could do was pace around the house, your shaking hands holding onto the phone, which you refused to check out of the fear that he might have texted you. You knew you would have to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later, but the idea of having that conversation with Angel absolutely terrifies you.
If there’s one thing you’d learned during the years of growing up with him, it would be the fact that Angel didn’t feel the same. Sure, the occasional drink had its way of turning him into a bit of a flirt, but it was always in a joking manner.
You were positive that all of this was one sided, which only worsened the awful feeling inside your stomach, and you could only imagine how Angel was taking all of this.
The sound of loud knocking pulled you from your thoughts, and you didn’t have to be a genius to know who was at the door. You consider pretending to not be home, but there’s no hiding from this. So while you take a deep breath and collect yourself, you head over to open the door.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, right?” Angel wasted no time letting himself inside, the tone in his voice making you feel even worse than you already did. “This must be some messed up joke”
You’re right behind him, raising your hands in an attempt to calm him down. “Please Angel, just hear me out”
“No, you’ve said enough already, don’t you think? I barely closed an eye last night, because you thought it would be a great idea to pull this shit out of nowhere”
At this point it was your turn to get frustrated. Of course he was allowed to be taken aback by all of this, but it wasn’t like you could control your own feelings.
“Don’t you think I feel bad enough as it is? I didn’t exactly plan on falling for you, and I sure as hell never meant to tell you any of this!”
“Looks like you did a great job, querida” he says, the sarcasm in his voice making your blood boil.
“Is the idea of me having feelings for you really that awful to you?” You ask him, and you could already feel your heart breaking slowly, “Why are you getting so angry over this?”
Angel lets out a small chuckle and shakes his head. You can tell something is holding him back, but before you have the chance to find out what, he says something you never imagined coming from his mouth.
“Because I’ve been in love with you for fucking years!”
You stare at him, absolutely shocked by his confession. It’s almost as if you can hear the words, but your brain is refusing to believe them.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You ask him, making him scoff.
“I did. Two years ago, I asked you if you could ever see the two of us together. I got my hopes up trying to figure out if there was a chance of you feeling the same, and you lied to my face!”
Thinking back about that specific memory, you can’t help but frown slightly. You were sitting at the bar during one of the clubhouse parties when he brought it up, and you automatically assumed he was joking around. Why wouldn’t he be?
“Are you seriously referring to that time we played truth or dare? I thought you were joking around, and I wasn’t going to make a fool out of myself in front of everyone!”
“Do you really think I would set you up like that?” He asks you, slightly hurt that you would even so much as assume he would put you in such a position. “I love you too much for that.”
You look at your feet in silence for a moment, before returning your gaze to Angel once more.
“So why are you turning this into something bad?”
“I thought this was some kind of drunk mistake, because how could someone like you fall for someone like me. You’re too good for me”
Listening to his words, you felt your heart shattering. All these years he’s been walking around thinking he wasn’t enough, yet he was so much more than that.
Taking a couple of steps towards him, you close the distance between the two of you. You place your hands on either side of his face, and not wanting to lose the courage for what you're about to do, you’re quick to pull his face towards yours. Your heart was racing inside your chest as your eyes met his one last time, before you pressed your lips against his.
The kiss started out unsure, but it wasn’t long before the years of unanswered love poured into it, creating one of the most natural feelings you’ve ever experienced. This was it.
After what seemed like forever, you slowly let go of his lips. “You’re so much more than you allow yourself to be, Angel. You’re the man I love, and there’s nothing that could ever change that.”
Angel presses his forehead against yours and closes his eyes. Never in a million year would he have expected to hear those words, but right now, he couldn't be happier that he did. It was all the reassurance he needed.
He plants another kiss right on top of your nose, before pulling back to look at you. Both of you are smiling messes, feeling like two teenagers.
“So what does this mean?” You ask him, and he grabs your hands.
He places his lips against them, and you’re immediately reminded of the first time you met him and he made the exact same gesture.
“What was that for?”
“My dad says it’s what you’re supposed to do when you get yourself the pretty girl.”
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warnings: swearing, fighting - all the good sons stuff :)
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The clubhouse was lit up, packed from wall to wall with people. There was always a buzz around this place when there was a party, drinks flowing - and falling - in all directions. This was your first time back here since the break-up.
You and Happy had been together for over two years, up until a month and a half ago. There was a blowout fight, about what you can’t even remember, most likely something stupid. But it led to the end of your relationship, you being unable to deal with his lack of emotions any longer than you already have. But now sitting in the car, you felt nervous. You had been absolutely miserable since the breakup, you refused to even leave the house for weeks to go to the shops and this was the first social gathering you had been brought to.
Your friends wanted to go to the party since they were always deemed legendary and you were dragged along. What a great idea. Send you directly into the lion’s den. You hadn’t seen him since that blowout disagreement all that time ago so of course, you were slightly skittish. Would he have someone else? Would he even acknowledge you in the first place? You didn’t even want to think of the possibility of any of these evens taking place.
The girls quickly exited the car, going around to your door and practically pulling you towards the door of the all familiar place. Every step brought back a memory of the million times you were previously here. Your friends pushed in the door and you followed along begrudgingly. The smell of alcohol and sweat hit you like a truck as soon as you entered.
You made a beeline to the bar, wanted something to put your nerves in check. Some random woman was working the bar who you’d never seen before. You smiled politely and asked for a shot of tequila which she brought to you promptly.
As you were raising the small shot glass to your lips, you heard someone speak from beside you, “Will need a chaser for that one Darling”. You looked up, once again seeing someone you’d never seen before. Your eyes flicked to his patches on his kutte, prospect. You raise your eyebrow at this statement, “I’m sure I’ll be fine”.
“Most women wouldn’t be able to handle that without one, I’m impressed” he chuckled, making you nearly gag. As if you had to impress him in the first place. Self-entitled and sexist, what a delightful combination.
The man who was now sitting on a barstool beside you looked short, definitely in comparison to the rest of the sons who were usually over 6 foot. He looked around 5”10, which was usually fine in a man, except this one looked like he could use the extra few inches for the ego and the entitlement that just came off him.
“So, where you from pretty girl?” He said as he scooted his chair close to you, as a result making you move your chair back behind you. What you didn’t realise was that you were being watched from the other side of the room. Your powerful ex noticing you as soon as you walked into the room, leading him to follow you with his eyes to what was happening right now. The prospect only came around about three weeks ago so he wouldn’t know who you are and your history with the Tacoma Killer.
Happy was standing, leaning slightly against the wall with his arms crossed. Murder was in his eyes as he was gnawing on a toothpick to stop him from grinding his teeth. He was over ten feet away from you and even he could tell from where he was that you didn’t want to talk to the new runt of the litter, but of course, the prospect was getting too big for his boots and thinking he could pick up any girls he wanted. Happy knew that you wouldn’t go for him but there was a slightly growing urge to swing at him because deep down he was afraid that you would go home with someone at this party.
Back at this catastrophe of one siding flirting at the bar, the prospect wasn’t giving up. You had given him the bare minimum answers to be polite but he took it as you were interested in him. He was trying to flex the prospect the patch, not knowing that before you stood with someone who was both a full patch and the sergeant at arms nonetheless.
The prospect, whose name was Robert, had started to try and get touchy. He placed a hand on your thigh as he ordered more drinks, which you swiftly tried to push off. He flicked his eyes back to you and tightened his grip on your leg so you now wouldn’t be able to get it off. The smirk on his face would turn anyone off their drinks for the rest of the night.
The shots were put on the counter, the shots you told him that you didn’t want because it was obvious he was trying to get you as drunk as possible to urge you to sleep with him. He turned to you once your hand didn’t go to the glasses straight away and basically spat at you “drink it”. You just tried to push his hand away and move your chair back, anything to get him off of you.
“She doesn’t want the drinks prospect,” a booming voice came from behind you. You felt a rollercoaster of emotions straight away, knowing exactly who it belonged to.
“We were just leaving anyway, weren’t we sweetheart?” He smiled a sickly smile as if you would agree. The poor boy didn’t catch onto what was going on yet.
“I’ll give you two seconds to fuck off away from my girl” Happy threatened without changing his facial expression once. My girl. You were Happy’s girl.
The prospect seemed to think he could take on the killer as he stayed in place with his hand on your shoulder and opened his mouth to speak. Except no words came out, Happy’s fist had connected with his jaw before he could say anything. Robert stumbled back into the bar as Happy spat “two seconds up dickhead”. You could pretend you were surprised at his actions, but to be completely fair to Happy, he did warn him. But he had also lost the privileges to protect you when he broke it off with you.
Happy lunged at him again and the other sons came to his side, to hold him back from beating the prospect to a pulp. They just knew what had happened when they saw the fire in Happy’s eyes, especially with you sitting on the chair as this was all happening.
Jax pushed Happy to you and quickly told you to take him outside and that he’ll deal with the prospect. You nodded and grabbed Happy by the arm and quickly shoved him towards the door. He followed, too angry to even do anything other than follow you.
The light rain fell on top of both of your heads as you pulled the door shut behind you. There was no one around so you could shout to your heart’s content.
“Happy what the fuck was that? You can’t just punch-“ you were cut off from your screaming by Happy bringing his lips to yours. The scene was like something out of a movie, a misty rain surrounding you both as a party continued to go on without you both.
You brought your arms up around the back of his neck to deepen this kiss, which seemed to last a lifetime but in fact, was only some seconds. He pulled away first and looked straight into your eyes.
“Don’t want you to leave, come back please” he whispered against your skin quietly as he took you in an embrace.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you told him sincerely as you brought him back in for a kiss once again.
Wait I just read the head canon of the “spider in the shower” scenario and they were AMAZING. So spot on😭. I am here to put in a request for this but for the Mayans and if you want to/have time for the rest of the SOA boys. I just loved it soooo much 🥺 you write so well for these characters!!!
Ask and you shall receive! For those wondering, Here is the original Spider in the Shower HC for the SOA boys.
HC for the Mayans Men under the cut! These are a little different set-up-wise since as far as we know the Mayans clubhouse doesn't have dorms. So these all take place in houses or apartments or whatever you picture these boys living in
Bishop:
- he heard you scream and came running from the other end of the house, banging on the bathroom door, “Sweetheart, you alright? Open up!” The two-second delay between him saying that and you unlocking the door felt like an eternity to him. He never heard you scream like that before
- when he walked in he expected to see blood everywhere, or something completely shattered and broken. But nothing seemed out of place. The only thing that seemed off was you, sitting up on the sink counter dripping water while staring at the bathtub.
- “What’s going on?” he looks around the bathroom but can’t for the life of him figure out what’s wrong. He grabs a towel and drapes it around your shoulders as he follows your line of sight.
- “Why the fuck is there a spider in our shower?” you look up at him.
- he wasn’t used to you asking questions so aggressively. He made a mental note that spiders were a tense topic for you. He could only shrug in response before saying, “I didn’t send out invites, you know. Don’t look at me like that,” you could see that he was trying not to smile and failing miserably.
- “Will you kill it, please?” your tone switched from annoyed to pleading. He chuckled as he peered behind the shower curtain, “You sure you don’t want me to just catch him and put him outside?” You raised your eyebrows, “And give him the chance to come back? No fucking way.”
- he didn’t say anything else as he took his boot off and smack it against the wall, effectively putting the spider out of commission. You stayed on the sink out of the way as he grabbed a tissue and cleaned up the mess, throwing the spider in the trash
- he scooped you up off the sink counter and walked you back to your shared bedroom, hiding his laughter by pressing his lips against your bare shoulder. He set you down on the bed and threw you one of his old t-shirts to put on. The two of you looked at each other in silence for a few moments before you finally spoke up, “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” He laughed as he collapsed on the bed next to you, “I won’t...for now.”
Angel:
- he thought that he was in for a sexy time in the shower with you. He was eagerly slipping out of his jeans and tank top as he watched you hop into the shower, disappearing behind the curtain.
- he peeled off his socks and was getting ready to hop in the shower behind you when the sound of your scream filled the tiny space at his house. He didn't even have time to try and register what was going on as you leapt out of the shower, water still running, and slamming into him. You sent both of you crashing into the sink counter
- “Fuck, Y/N, what’s the matter with you?” he was rubbing his hip where it had just gotten jammed into the corner of the counter
- “There’s a spider in there!” He looked at you, not completely surprised, “So you gotta bodyslam me? C’mon, querida, it can’t be that scary. It’s way smaller than you.” You narrowed your eyes at him, “Then you go kill it!”
- he scoffs, reaching and shutting the water off before peeling the curtain back, “Maybe I will.” He does his signature, cocky little head shake that drives you nuts when it’s directed at you.
- he holds his hand out behind him, “Gimme a tissue.” You set one in his hand, eagerly watching over his shoulder as he catches and crushes the spider inside the tissue. He turns back to you, a proud smirk on his face, “See? All taken care of.” He tosses it in the toilet and flushes it away.
- Once it’s gone for good, he reaches and turns the shower back on. His expression changes completely when he turns back around to you and sees you pulling your rode on. “Where you goin’, querida?” he looks so genuinely confused.
- you shake your head, “I’m not getting back in that fucking shower tonight. Have fun.” You don’t give him the chance to try and change your mind and you can hear him groaning behind you as he shuts the shower back off again, admitting defeat.
Coco:
- swings the door open with an amount of force that you’d never seen, baseball bat in his hand, “Who the fuck is in here?!” he looks frantically around the bathroom, trying to locate whoever it was that made you scream like that.
- it took a second before he noticed that you were standing to the side of him, tucking yourself neatly into the corner of your bathroom. He saw the way your hair was still dripping and quickly looked you over to make sure that you were physically okay.
- “What happened?” his hand was still gripping the baseball bat tightly. You pointed to the shower, “There’s a spider in the shower...”
- he couldn't pretend that he wasn’t confused, “Alright. And?” You scoffed, “What do you mean and?” He shrugged, “I mean and what the fuck made you scream like that? It bite you or somethin’?” You sighed, “No! It didn’t bite me. I just...I don’t want a spider in the shower with me, Coco! You gotta kill it!”
- his grip on the bat finally loosened up a bit. He shook his head, “You had me thinkin’ there was a murderer in here or some shit. You can’t kill it yourself?” You flashed him your best puppy-dog eyes, “C’mon, Coco, please?” He tilted his head slightly, “Whatchu gonna do if this happens when I’m not here?”
- you sighed. You should’ve known that it wasn’t going to be an easy thing with him. The man put holes in people’s heads on a semi-regular basis for the club without question, but asking him to squash a bug was going to spark a philosophical discussion.
- “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it. Please, Coco, I don’t wanna do it.” It was evident in his eyes that he was contemplating leaving you to deal with the problem on your own. But he was soft for you and couldn't follow through on it. With a sigh, he climbed into the tub and stomped the spider with no hesitation before washing it down the drain.
- he kissed your forehead, “Next time you gotta do it. Survival of the fittest, Ma.” You rolled your eyes, “My knight in shining armor.” He turned around and flashed you the cocky smile that made you weak in the knees every time, “Damn right.”
EZ:
- the sound of your yell filled the entirety of the small trailer. He jumped up off the bed and made his way to the small pocket of space that passed for his bathroom and was instantly bombarded by you running into him. The front of his shirt instantly became soaked, absorbing all the water from your body.
- “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he gripped you gently but firmly by the outsides of your arms. You shook your head, “This trailer is not big enough for the three of us, Ezekiel.” His eyebrows furrowed, “Three of us?” You nodded, “Yea. You, me, and your hairy eight-legged friend in there,” you gestured towards the bathroom.
- that was when he realized what happened. He smiled down at you before he thought better of it and you pushed his chest, “It’s not funny!” He nodded, forcing a serious expression as he held his hands up in surrender, “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
- “Want me to take care of it?” the smirk was already reappearing on his face. You huff, “No, I want the three of us to learn how to live in harmony together.”
- “I know you’re being sarcastic,” he chuckled as he shuffled past you to get to the bathroom, “But that would make for a good story.”
- you were shaking your head as you grabbed one of his shirts to wear, sitting down on the bed as you watched him try to maneuver around in the small space to kill the spider.
- “Sorry, buddy,” EZ spoke to the creature as he got ready to squash it with a tissue, “but she said that we can’t be friends.” You rolled your eyes, “You’re not about to make me feel bad about this, EZ.”
- he reemerged from the bathroom, tossing the tissue into the garbage can, “Sounds like a guilty conscience, to me.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, “You’re the worst.” He laughed as he peeled off his now-soaked shirt, “Is that any way to thank the guy who just saved you?”
- you pressed your lips into a thin line, staying silent for a moment before grabbing the other pillow and throwing it at him, “Thank you.”
Creeper:
- 100% comes running into the bathroom with his shotgun in his hand after he hears you scream
- has never heard you express that kind of fear before and definitely think that someone was hiding in the shower and had a knife to your throat or something
- when he sees you perched up on the closed toilet lid he is confused to say the least. Your hair is dripping and you hadn’t even bothered to grab a towel when you jumped out of the shower
- still not completely sure what’s going on, he refuses to completely set down his gun, instead letting it dangle by his side as he looks you over, “Hey, Mama, what’s going on in here?”
- not getting up from your perch, you point to the shower, “You gotta kill it, Neron.”
- “Kill what?” he rips the curtain back but doesn’t see anything at first
- you point aggressively towards the corner of the shower where all the body wash and shampoo bottles are stacked, “The spider!”
- “The spider?” he fights back a laugh as he rests the shotgun across his shoulders, arms dangling over it, “You screaming like that over a spider?”
- “Will you kill it already?!”
- he hands you a towel to wrap around your shoulder, chuckling as he sets his gun down outside the bathroom door. You try to tell him that he might still need the gun and he laughs before stepping into the tub to locate and kill the spider.
- very nicely, he asks you to get off the toilet so he can flush it away down the toilet. You jump up, standing at the very edge of the doorway as you watch him flush it away. He shuts the toilet lid and turns back to you, an amused smile on his face
- “Didn’t know you were afraid of spiders, baby,” he walks over and hugs you, kissing the soaking wet hair on top of your head, “I’ll keep a closer eye out for them.”
- “You better,” you grumble as you lean into his chest, “Or I’m gonna start using the shotgun.”
Hank:
- does not want to burst into the bathroom while you’re in there, feeling like he’s invading your privacy despite the fact that you screamed for him hardly a moment before
- gently knocked on the door and you responded with what he could only describe as a bark as you told him to get in the bathroom now
- once he was halfway inside the door, you pulled him completely in by his hand. He was trying not to stare at you but it was difficult to pry his eyes away from you, not used to seeing you standing around so exposed, and drenched from your shower
- “You gotta kill it, Hank.”
- he raised his eyebrows, “Kill it? Kill what?” You nod towards the shower, “There’s a spider in the shower!”
- all the tension that he was previously holding in his shoulders disappeared. He remembered at one point you’d mentioned that you hated spiders, but he didn't think that you really hated them that much. He knew how much you loved your long, hot showers.
- “I thought you were hurt, Y/N,” he was trying to sound bothered but you could see the smile fighting its way onto his face.
- “Um,” you scoff, “I could’ve been hurt. That thing is the size of a small dog.”
- he chuckled and shook his head, “Alright, alright,” he gently ushered you through the doorway, “Go get changed and I’ll take care of it for you,” he watched you walk towards the bedroom, “Better call the dog warden just in case!”
Taza:
- he heard you calling for him and had no idea what to expect. You weren’t the type to yell across the house for things that you needed.
- when he got to the bathroom, you were standing outside the doorway, towel lazily wrapped around you as you stood and waited for him. With every passing second he became more confused.
- once you told him that there was a spider in the shower and you couldn't go back in the bathroom until it was dead, a smile took over his face and he couldn't help but to laugh
- Che “Catch & Release” Romero
- you were upset that he was going to give the spider a chance to come back and try again to ambush you in the shower, but you knew it was an argument that you weren’t going to win with him.
- within a minute he had it trapped in a cup, covering the opening with his hand as he walked it back through the house to release it.
- he came back to find you sitting cross-legged on the bed, still wrapped in your towel. He tried to sit next to you but you pulled away from him, scooting farther down the bed.
- “What is it, mi amor? Hm?” there was a small, knowing smile on his face as he asked you the question. You huffed, “I don’t want you to touch me with your spider hands!”
- he laughed, “I only touched it with this hand,” he held up his right hand before reaching to caress your face with his left, “So this hand is still safe for you.”
Gilly:
- is under the impression that you are being dramatic about something when you call him into the bathroom for an emergency
- he walks in all cocky, expecting you to have some weird, little favor to ask of him
- he wasn’t thinking that he was going to open the door and nearly cause you to fall over in the process. He catches you, but barely, your dripping skin sliding in his grip.
- “Fuck, what happened in here?” he saw the water all over the floor where you jumped out of the shower
- “You have a spider in your shower!” you pointed frantically. He shook his head, as if he should’ve known that it would be something like that, “So? Shoot it with the showerhead.”
- you give him an offended look, “You shoot it with the showerhead! I don’t want to be anywhere near that thing.” He laughed and pulled the curtain to the side and looked around for the creature in question.
- gets halfway through some smartass remark before seeing the spider and jumping back himself, “Fuck!”
- your fear would be momentarily outweighed by the satisfaction of seeing Gilly eat his words. You cross your arms over your bare chest, “Just shoot it with the showerhead, baby.”
- you can’t hear too clearly what he’s saying as he grumbles, sliding the boot off of his foot before slamming it down on the floor of the shower, crushing the bug in the process. He would deny it if anyone asked him about it after the fact, but you definitely heard him let out a sigh of relief once he lifted up the boot and saw that the spider was dead
Riz:
- is full of worry as he rushes to the bathroom
- he walks in and sees you standing, leaning back against the sink counter, water dripping off your body onto the floor. His initial instinct is to try and take care of you, grabbing a towel and trying to wrap it around your shoulders.
- “You gotta kill the spider, Riz,” you were completely ignoring the soft gestures he was trying to give you.
- “Wh-what?” he was thoroughly confused, still trying to drape the towel around your shoulders. You grabbed the towel from him, breaking his singular concentration, “There’s a spider in your shower, Riz. You gotta kill it.”
- “Is that what made you scream?” he gently wiped some of the water off of your cheek, “It’ll probably leave you alone if you wanna finish your shower, hermosa.” You turn and look at him, dumbfounded, “Do you...do you shower when you know there’s a spider in there with you?” He shrugged, “We just don’t bother each other.”
- you couldn't believe what you were hearing, “How long have you known there’s a spider in there?” He could sense that he was in hot water already but he couldn't force himself to lie to you, “I mean, I don’t know if it’s always the same spider but--” You couldn't listen to any more of what he was about to say, “Kill it, Michael. Please.”
- he grabbed a second towel and threw it down on the floor to soak up some of the water that you’d dragged out of the shower with you, “Okay, okay. Whatever you want, querida. Go dry off, I’ll take care of the spider.”
- as much as you wanted to be as far away from the spider as possible, you stayed, “I wanna make sure you actually get rid of it.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as he reached and shut the shower off. He saw it crawling up onto the lip of the tub and with one smooth motion he crushed it underneath the toe of his boot.
- “All better?” he turned back to you. You tapped your finger against his chest, “No more letting bugs be guests in our shower. I’ll leave. I’ll move out.”
Bonus- Nestor (because i love him):
- he swung the door open and was met with the sight of you standing on top of the closed toilet lid. Instantly he felt like whatever the situation was, was above his paygrade. The shower was still running and water was all over the floor.
- he held his hands out to help you down, “Get down from there. You’re gonna fall and crack your skull.”
- “Better than letting that thing in there kill me!” it was dramatic, but you didn't care. His brows furrowed in confusion, “What thing? Where?” You pointed to the shower, “There’s a spider in the shower, Nes!”
- the expression on his face let you know that he felt that it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with this level of nonsense. He ran his hands down his face before holding them out to you again, “Please get down off the toilet, Y/N.” You shook your head, “Not until you kill the spider.”
- with a deep sigh, he turned the water off in the shower and pulled the curtain to the side. He scanned the tub for a minute before finally finding the threat. He wouldn't admit it to you, but he understood why it freaked you out--it was a big fucking spider.
- not thinking better of it, he picked your slide up off the floor and slammed it down onto the spider, crushing it on the bottom of your shoe. You whined, “Why’d you have to use my shoe?” He turned back to you, his expression painfully neutral, “The spider is dead, isn’t it?” he held his hands out yet again, “Now please get down from there.”
- you placed your hands in his and let him help you down, instantly wrapping your legs around his waist so that he was forced to hold you. It got a laugh out of the both of you as he caught you, holding you up with ease.
- “You owe me new slides, you know,” you chuckled as he carried you to the bedroom. He laughed, “Only if you promise not to climb on the toilet anymore.”
First: Brendan Frasier in George of the Jungle. It’s dumb how many times I watched this VHS. And embarrassing how many times I mentioned it in my diary 🙃 (I still love this man)
Current: There’s many in circulation, but right now I’m currently all up in Michael Irby’s shit. More specifically, Bishop Losa’s broody ass.
When I tell y'all CSI Miami used to be my shiiiit back in the day, and any time Eric Delko popped up on my tv, my little pre-teen/teenage heart would flutter. I'm still 10000x attracted to Adam Rodriguez and ya know what, I think always will be. Lol
Current Crush:
Is there any surprise here? Truly? Like any surprise? Lmaoooo, Danny Pino has been it for me for a hot minute 💕😭 He's just so damn fine like please.
Hands down Paul Walker. He was my first love😩😩 I was so heartbroken when he passed, but he’ll always be my number one🥺
Current Crush:
I have been really feeling this man lately. His whole entire vibe is just so amazing! I could literally sit and listen to this man talk 24/7. I love me some Richard Cabral🖤
Timo Cruz. I feel like it was truly love at first sight when I watched Coach Carter for the first time, lol. When he gave that inspirational speech? SWOON
Current crush:
Rio. This man is the definition of sexy, or maybe it’s the fact that I fall in love with every criminal on every show—still, absolutely in love.
Troy Bolton. Your girl was the biggest hsm fan as a child and you can’t tell me that he wasn’t the most romantic mf on Disney Channel at that time, obsessed (and he’s aged like fine wine).
Current
Angel Reyes. So I’m from Ireland and we don’t have mayans on any TV station and it’s hard to find online so I’m only watching it for the first time now, I’m nearly finished season 1, so far behind ik! But Angel is my favourite so far, between his good looks and how much you can tell that he cares about his family — wow.
warnings: swearing, fighting - all the good sons stuff :)
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The clubhouse was lit up, packed from wall to wall with people. There was always a buzz around this place when there was a party, drinks flowing - and falling - in all directions. This was your first time back here since the break-up.
You and Happy had been together for over two years, up until a month and a half ago. There was a blowout fight, about what you can’t even remember, most likely something stupid. But it led to the end of your relationship, you being unable to deal with his lack of emotions any longer than you already have. But now sitting in the car, you felt nervous. You had been absolutely miserable since the breakup, you refused to even leave the house for weeks to go to the shops and this was the first social gathering you had been brought to.
Your friends wanted to go to the party since they were always deemed legendary and you were dragged along. What a great idea. Send you directly into the lion's den. You hadn’t seen him since that blowout disagreement all that time ago so of course, you were slightly skittish. Would he have someone else? Would he even acknowledge you in the first place? You didn’t even want to think of the possibility of any of these evens taking place.
The girls quickly exited the car, going around to your door and practically pulling you towards the door of the all familiar place. Every step brought back a memory of the million times you were previously here. Your friends pushed in the door and you followed along begrudgingly. The smell of alcohol and sweat hit you like a truck as soon as you entered.
You made a beeline to the bar, wanted something to put your nerves in check. Some random woman was working the bar who you’d never seen before. You smiled politely and asked for a shot of tequila which she brought to you promptly.
As you were raising the small shot glass to your lips, you heard someone speak from beside you, “Will need a chaser for that one Darling”. You looked up, once again seeing someone you’d never seen before. Your eyes flicked to his patches on his kutte, prospect. You raise your eyebrow at this statement, “I’m sure I’ll be fine”.
“Most women wouldn’t be able to handle that without one, I’m impressed” he chuckled, making you nearly gag. As if you had to impress him in the first place. Self-entitled and sexist, what a delightful combination.
The man who was now sitting on a barstool beside you looked short, definitely in comparison to the rest of the sons who were usually over 6 foot. He looked around 5”10, which was usually fine in a man, except this one looked like he could use the extra few inches for the ego and the entitlement that just came off him.
“So, where you from pretty girl?” He said as he scooted his chair close to you, as a result making you move your chair back behind you. What you didn’t realise was that you were being watched from the other side of the room. Your powerful ex noticing you as soon as you walked into the room, leading him to follow you with his eyes to what was happening right now. The prospect only came around about three weeks ago so he wouldn’t know who you are and your history with the Tacoma Killer.
Happy was standing, leaning slightly against the wall with his arms crossed. Murder was in his eyes as he was gnawing on a toothpick to stop him from grinding his teeth. He was over ten feet away from you and even he could tell from where he was that you didn’t want to talk to the new runt of the litter, but of course, the prospect was getting too big for his boots and thinking he could pick up any girls he wanted. Happy knew that you wouldn’t go for him but there was a slightly growing urge to swing at him because deep down he was afraid that you would go home with someone at this party.
Back at this catastrophe of one siding flirting at the bar, the prospect wasn’t giving up. You had given him the bare minimum answers to be polite but he took it as you were interested in him. He was trying to flex the prospect the patch, not knowing that before you stood with someone who was both a full patch and the sergeant at arms nonetheless.
The prospect, whose name was Robert, had started to try and get touchy. He placed a hand on your thigh as he ordered more drinks, which you swiftly tried to push off. He flicked his eyes back to you and tightened his grip on your leg so you now wouldn’t be able to get it off. The smirk on his face would turn anyone off their drinks for the rest of the night.
The shots were put on the counter, the shots you told him that you didn’t want because it was obvious he was trying to get you as drunk as possible to urge you to sleep with him. He turned to you once your hand didn’t go to the glasses straight away and basically spat at you “drink it”. You just tried to push his hand away and move your chair back, anything to get him off of you.
“She doesn’t want the drinks prospect,” a booming voice came from behind you. You felt a rollercoaster of emotions straight away, knowing exactly who it belonged to.
“We were just leaving anyway, weren’t we sweetheart?” He smiled a sickly smile as if you would agree. The poor boy didn’t catch onto what was going on yet.
“I’ll give you two seconds to fuck off away from my girl” Happy threatened without changing his facial expression once. My girl. You were Happy’s girl.
The prospect seemed to think he could take on the killer as he stayed in place with his hand on your shoulder and opened his mouth to speak. Except no words came out, Happy’s fist had connected with his jaw before he could say anything. Robert stumbled back into the bar as Happy spat “two seconds up dickhead”. You could pretend you were surprised at his actions, but to be completely fair to Happy, he did warn him. But he had also lost the privileges to protect you when he broke it off with you.
Happy lunged at him again and the other sons came to his side, to hold him back from beating the prospect to a pulp. They just knew what had happened when they saw the fire in Happy’s eyes, especially with you sitting on the chair as this was all happening.
Jax pushed Happy to you and quickly told you to take him outside and that he’ll deal with the prospect. You nodded and grabbed Happy by the arm and quickly shoved him towards the door. He followed, too angry to even do anything other than follow you.
The light rain fell on top of both of your heads as you pulled the door shut behind you. There was no one around so you could shout to your heart's content.
“Happy what the fuck was that? You can’t just punch-“ you were cut off from your screaming by Happy bringing his lips to yours. The scene was like something out of a movie, a misty rain surrounding you both as a party continued to go on without you both.
You brought your arms up around the back of his neck to deepen this kiss, which seemed to last a lifetime but in fact, was only some seconds. He pulled away first and looked straight into your eyes.
“Don’t want you to leave, come back please” he whispered against your skin quietly as he took you in an embrace.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you told him sincerely as you brought him back in for a kiss once again.
(a/n: I’m basically becoming a blog for Happy, will get back to writing Juice soon, just got this idea and knew I had to run with it. Hope you all enjoy and if you ever want to request my asks are open! Love you all, thanks for supporting!)
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7:45 p.m. The sun was setting, causing an array of colours over the buildings of Charming, lighting up the place like a movie. The air was fresh, warm as it was the middle of July. You strolled along the footpath and kicked a small rock as you walked, to calm your nerves. You had made the quick decision with your friend to get tattoos together on this day. But you were walking alone, friendless.
You were not ever going to get a tattoo alongside your ’friend’ who you had caught sleeping with your boyfriend of two years. Two years and he threw it down the drain. With your best friend nonetheless. You just packed your things as he tried to claim his innocence, even though you caught him in bed with her. You were lucky to find an apartment that day that someone was trying to get rid of. At least you had somewhere to stay, even if the entire situation wasn’t ideal.
You still decided to go through with the tattoo, wanting to use this as an opportunity for new beginnings.
You were brought out of your daydream by the pinging of your phone, google maps telling you that you’ve reached your destination. You looked around, wide-eyed, not really knowing what to expect. But here you were, standing outside a small shop adorned with a sign stating “Mallen Tattoos”. This was the place you were looking for.
Pushing open the door, you were instantly met with the smell of cigarette smoke and disinfectant. At least they use disinfectant, you thought to yourself, trying not to show any emotion.
You walked promptly up to the front counter and coughed to get the man's attention. He looked up at you from where he was sitting and gave you a warm smile, accompanied by “You alright Darling?”
You were insanely put at ease by his kind demeanour and you smiled back at him, “Hi, I have an appointment for a tattoo at 8, booked it a few weeks ago?” He started flipping through a book that was on the desk and stopped, raising a brow, “says here that there’s gonna be two of you?”
You sighed, having forgotten that obviously, your best friend was in on the booking too. You told that man that it was just you and handed over some ID, hoping he’d still allow you to be tattooed even though it was only one client. You handed over the money for the tattoo in hopes that that may persuade him further. But once again he smiled and got up from his seat, bringing you through a small hallway to a spacious room with four big leather chairs for tattooing. He gestured to one of them and you sat down.
He brought over a clipboard full of waivers for you to sign and then spoke once again. “Oh, I forgot to tell you Miss, but the artist you wanted, well, he’s sick today. Real bad infection! But anyways, we have a different guy here who gets tattooed all the time, very talented too, if you’ll take him instead?” You could tell he was nervous as to how you’d react. You’d spoken to the other artist on the phone and he’d done practice drawings of the tattoo and sent them to you so you were pretty nervous to let a new artist just take over but before you could weigh up the pros and cons you just nodded. New beginnings, right?
He let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding in and apologised for all this which made you laugh. But you stopped laughing as soon as you saw your new tattoo artist.
A tall figure entered the room, walking over to the man who had led you here. They seemed friendly with each other as they talked. Your nervousness was now back in full force as you surveyed the man who was about to ink your body. He was bald and you could see the tattoos going up his arms. He had an extensive collection which you assumed went much further than just his arms but your view was covered by the plain white T-Shirt he was wearing. He was quite scary, never creating a smile the entire time the other man was talking to him. Your tattoo artist was handed a few pages and he nodded after looking through them, finally making his way over to you who was sweating in the leather chair.
“This is Happy! He’ll take great care of you don’t worry! If you need anything you know where I am” the overly jolly man as he waved goodbye to you both and returned down the hall. Happy. The man in front of you was anything but Happy, with his scary look and overly built body. You knew he was a part of the Sons Of Anarchy biker gang.
You finally made eye contact with Happy and your nervousness increased once again. He was a good-looking man and you knew this tattoo could take some time. Being trapped in close contact with a man like this would terrify anyone. Also, he has some menacing eyes that you felt nearly bore holes into you when he looked.
“Do you know where you want it?” He questioned suddenly, you hearing his voice for the first time. Your mind instantly went to the wrong idea of what you want where and you choked out an exclamation of “what?!”
“The tattoo, where do you want it?” He stated not changing his expression. You mentally hit yourself in the face for going to the dirty side of things and once again was only barely able to speak when you said “ribs.”
He nodded and set up with the pre-made stencil as you lifted your shirt over one shoulder, half your body on display now. He focused on the task at hand and lay the stencil whilst you tried to look anywhere else but at him, knowing that he’d make your knees go weak and you’d say something stupid again.
Once you agreed to the positioning, he began the process of the needlework. This was the first time you’d been tattooed and you didn’t know what to expect in regards to pain. The second he hit the skin, you jumped. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow and you smile sheepishly so he continued on again. There was no small talk which you were thankful for. You were trying not to make a big deal of it but you could feel every touch, especially when he brushed off your boob whilst doing the linework.
He began filling the shape and shading and you let out a quiet ‘fuck’ and a breath. The man finally broke the silence as he stopped tattooing for a quick minute and rustled around in the pocket of his leather kutte. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and held it one out to you. Talk about a hygienic practice, but you couldn’t judge right now, anything to take your mind off the pain.
“It helps, especially first time,” he concluded, lighting the cigarette and bringing it up to your lips. You took a drag and felt more relaxed now so he continued on again, placing the cigarette in between his own lips. But this time he kept talking, probably to distract you.
“Why the tattoo?” He asked, without looking at you of course, as he was busy staring at the skin beside your breast. You decided to give in to the small talk, mainly because you wanted to see what you could find out about the man who held a needle to your ribs and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
“I booked it with a friend but I found out she was sleeping with my boyfriend so I’m not really sure why I still came if I’m being honest,” you told him, not being wary that you were spilling the truth to a stranger.
“Sounds like a dick” he stated point-blank, making you laugh quietly. “Yeah, she was.”
“Meant the boyfriend. He was obviously stupid,” he mumbles, one eye flicking up to you as he pulled away again. He took the cigarette from his mouth and reached up to you again to let you have a puff. You weren’t sure if it was the air or the cigarette smoke clouding your judgment but the entire scene felt slightly erotic to you now. Hot man, feathery touched on your body and sharing a cigarette between both of your mouths.
Happy seemed to have unwavering confidence as he watched you take a long drag as he spoke again, “You need a real man.” Now it was your turn to mumble, “beats me when I’ll find one of those.” It only took him another five or so minutes to finish on the tattoo and he then wrapped the area for you in silence.
He wrote a few things on a piece of printed paper and handed it to you, telling you it was just the care instructions and told you how to wash the area. You thanked him and he nodded again, signaling that you can go. You left the room and walked out the door of the shop, waving to the friendly man at the front desk.
The air was now brisk as you turned on your heel, ready to walk home. You were about to stuff the paper into your pocket as you noticed what he wrote at the bottom.
‘If you’re still looking for that real man, call me’
It was accompanied by his phone number and a small smiley face, which in turn made you smile. Looks like you’ll be seeing him again soon and not just for another tattoo. As you said, new beginnings, right?
Requested by anon - Hear me out. What about a fic where the reader is related to one of the sons (maybe chibs or tig?) And they broke up with her long-term boyfriend and had to move into a clubhouse dorm but since hapoy recently patched over , they spend alot of time together and things happen between them(if you get what i mean😏) and eventually she sleeps in his dorm almost evey night but they keep is secret from the others because they dont know how to approach the situation then one day one of the sons burst into his dorm and are like "hap something happend we need you to- OH COME ON REALLY?". Then they have to explain to the sons shes related to how long its been going on? You can choose how it ends.
A/N - I tweaked the story a little bit, I felt like I would have to write 10k words just to include everything. I hope you still like it nonetheless!
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The thought of having to explain again that you and your ex had broken up had your stomach churning. This was the only one of your boyfriends that Chibs had liked, and you thought it'd be the relationship that you'd have for the rest of your life. Oh how naive you were. 3 years you wasted, thinking that he loved you, that he wanted you, but it turned out that he was doing a pretty good job of faking it all.
As you pulled up to Teller Morrow you gave yourself a quick once over in the rear view mirror. You ran out of tears 4 weeks ago, but you hadn't slept much since the break up 2 months ago, and your eyes were proving that. Your boss was also your best friend, so when you told her you needed time off, she told you to take as long as you needed, and she even suggested you come to Charming for some 'healing' is what she called it. She told you that visiting Chibs - who you called 'Uncle Chibsy' ever since he rescued you and your car 6 or so years ago - would be good for you, and that night you had headed off to Charming and here you were.
Grabbing your suitcase, you locked your car and headed for the doors of the clubhouse. Before you could even reach them you were stopped by a Scottish accent you were oh so familiar with. "Y/N?" Chibs shouted from across the yard. "Is that you?" You turned around and he smiled, holding his arms out for you. You dropped the suitcase -not caring if anything in it broke- and sprinted towards him, jumping into his arms and nearly making him fall backwards.
"Surprise!" You smiled back kissing his cheek as he spun you around. "I've missed you Uncle" you admitted as he finally put you down again, lazily draping an arm around your shoulder.
"What's brought ye here?" He asked, picking your case up for you and holding the door open, as he always did. Chibs led you to a table, grabbed you a beer and plopped himself down beside you.
You had no intention of hiding the breakup from him, you just didn't want to keep talking about it. You had told most people back home over the course of the last few weeks and having to repeat it just made you tired. But you knew better than to keep anything from Chibs. "Dale and I broke up" you shrugged, picking at the label on the bottle. "It is what it is"
Chibs looked at you, raising his eyebrow and giving you the look. The look that had your walls crumbling, leaving your insecurities on show for him. He was always good at that, knowing when you were hiding something, knowing when you wanted to say something but couldn't. "He told me he didn't love me, that he never did, and never will" you sighed wiping some stray tears away. "3 years" you laughed bitterly, "I'm an idiot".
"Hey love, you're not an idiot" Chibs said, pulling you so you were now flush against his side. He placed his arm on your shoulder, using his thumb to draw circles on it - a gesture he knew calmed you down. "He's the idiot, and he will be a headless idiot when we are done with him" he said causing you to laugh out loud. The sound made Chibs smile.
Just then some of the other men came bouncing through the door. You recognized them all from when you had visited Chibs over the years. Juice came through first, followed by Tig and Jax, and then your eyes landed on Happy's. "Hey guys" you said greeting them with a small smile and wave. The men nodded at you and smiled back, but they were too busy grabbing beers and lighting cigarettes to come and speak to you, except Happy who was hovering halfway between you and Chibs and the bar. You pointed to the empty seat at the other side of the table and Happy silently padded over, accepting your invitation. You pushed your beer over to him, inviting him to take a drink, which he did so, before wiping the rim and giving it back to you with a small smile.
"How you been?" Happy asked, genuinely curious. "How's Dale?" The name fell from his lips like venom from a snake.
"She was just telling me about that asshole" Chibs piped up. "The twat broke up with her" you could have sworn you saw a slight smile grace Happy's face, but you couldn't be sure. "I was just telling Y/N about how we were going to find him and cho-"
"Chop his balls off?" Happy finished, glancing at you briefly before looking at the Scotsman.
"I was gonna say head, but balls work too brother" Chibs answered giving Happy a high five, making you laugh and shake your head at the action.
Dale was soon forgotten as Chibs, Happy and you spent the night laughing, drinking and telling each other stories, which ended up being more embarrassing for you than the other two.
"I'm going to bed now I think guys" You announced. You had no idea what time it was but a quick glance at your phone told you it was 230am. Time goes fast when you're having fun, and that saying was true for tonight. It was the most fun you had in ages. Chibs stood up to let you out and you bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek, doing the same to Happy too. He already had his cheek waiting for you, you noticed.
Grabbing your case you headed for Chibs' dorm. The room you always crashed in when you came to visit. Chibs didn't mind sleeping on one of the benches in the clubhouse, or sometimes he even crashed in Tig or Juice's room. You quickly changed the sheets, brushed your teeth and then put one of Chibs t-shirts on. You slipped under the covers and sleep welcomed you quickly, which was the first time in 2 months that had happened.
You had now been in Charming for 2 weeks, and every day was a different day. You started helping out Gemma a bit in the office and you helped to tend the bar. It was the least you could do since they were letting you stay there. You and Happy had developed a strong bond over the last few weeks. After your first night, every night after that was spent with Happy. You guys played pool, drank beer, listened to music and one night Happy even had a go on the karaoke after you begging him constantly. You found yourself intrigued by the man nicknamed The Tacoma Killer by his brothers.
You hadn't thought or spoken about Dale since the first night you got here. Your thoughts were slowly being taken over by Happy, and you were surprised by how quickly feelings had developed for him. You didn't expect to have feelings for someone so quickly after your last relationship, but you welcomed the feeling. And you knew that Happy felt something for you too. You noticed how he always went out of his way to bump into you, he always asked how you were, he made sure you had everything you needed and he also made you a cup of tea every morning and left it outside Chibs' door. In the 3 years you were with Dale, not once did he make you a cup of tea.
"Need anything love?" Chibs asked you as you dried the glasses and placed them on the rack behind the bar. You looked up and noticed he had a crow eater on his arm, and you knew his intentions.
You shook your head. "No, I'm fine thanks" you smiled. "Take your room tonight, give me 2 minutes and I'll change the sheets". Before Chibs could protest you had already left and changed the sheets, returning in a few minutes with your bag.
"Where will you sleep?" He asked.
"She'll sleep in my room" Happy said, suddenly appearing behind you, making you jump. "I'll sleep on the floor" he added before Chibs could shut the idea down.
Chibs looked at you and you nodded shyly, agreeing to the proposition. "Night love" he said leading his companion for the night to his dorm.
"Thanks Hap" you turned around and noticed how close Happy was to you. "You didn't have to do that" you smiled.
"Well I did" he said matter of factly. "You ready for bed now?" You nodded, placing the tea towel on the bar and wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans.
"Lead the way" you murmured, getting slightly nervous. You followed Happy and he showed you where everything was. He pulled out a t-shirt and handed it to you, pointing to his bathroom so you could get changed. The t-shirt covered your thighs and ended at your shins, so you decided not to wear any trousers underneath. As you excited the bathroom, Happy was just finishing up making the bed. He pointed for you, telling you to get in and you did what you were told.
He was mesmerising. A man who hardly said anything, yet the way he moved had you in awe. He took his kutte off and placed it over the end of the bed, leaving him in his vest and jeans. He took the jeans off too, not caring that you were clearly staring at him.
Happy grabbed a sleeping bag out of the wardrobe and went to make his bed on the floor but you stopped him.
"This is silly" you admitted "the bed is big enough for both of us, don't you think?" You had no idea where the sudden confidence came from, and you even caught Happy off guard with it too.
He blinked a few times, looking at you like you had suddenly grown three heads. "Yeah?" was all he could muster, and you nodded encouragingly, patting the space beside you for good measure.
Happy's movements were slow. He maintained eye contact with you, looking for a trace if regret or hesitation but you didn't give him any. Instead, you curled up under the covers and waited for his warmth. A few seconds later he joined you in bed, switching the lamp off and you were both engulfed in darkness. Neither of you said anything, scared of breaking the silence.
"Goodnight Y/N" Happy whispered eventually.
"Goodnight Hap" you replied contentedly.
You were woken by some banging on the door that didn't seem to stop, even after you put a pillow over your head.
"Happy? Happy? HAAAAAAAPY!" you recognized the voice as Chibs and he sounded like he was in a hurry or needed something urgently.
You turned around and saw Happy was dead to the world. He looked peaceful but you knew if you didn't wake him up that Chibs was about to burst the door down. You poked him once on the chest but he didn't move. You poked him on the chest again, a bit harder this time but again it was no use. You then turned your poking into nudging and soon you had managed to wake him up. "If you don't let Chibs in he is about to break your door down" you laughed pointing to the door.
Happy huffed and clambered out of the bed. He unlocked the door and yanked it open, coming face to face with Chibs.
"Finally!" He threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly. "What took ye so long?"
Happy shrugged. "Y/N had to wake me up".
"Ye don't look like a man who slept on a hard floor all night" Chibs pointed out.
"That's because he didn't" you said. Chibs poked his head around the corner and raised his eyebrows. "What?" You innocently shrugged "the bed is big enough for 2 of us".
Chibs held his hands up, not saying anything else. "We can continue this discussion later" he said aiming that comment at you. "Jax needs us" he said to Happy.
Happy nodded and shut the door, grabbing some clothes from his drawers and putting them on quickly. "Sorry" he mumbled "duty calls".
"Don't worry about it. I'll be waiting for you to get back" this time Happy kissed your cheek and you welcomed the feeling of his lips against your skin.
"I'll look forward to it" he smiled, and walked out, but not before giving you one last smile.
Being involved with any member of the Sons of Anarchy had its perks. You were respected enough in town for no one to dream of messing with you. You had a pre-built family in the club who you could turn to with any problem with no fear of judgement.
But with every upside in this life, there was an opposing downside. Sure the normal people of Charming respected you, but no one ever warned you about cartel bosses. They definitely don’t respect you and with your limited run ins with them, you rightly don’t respect them in the slightest. Yes you had a pre-built family in the club, but to get to that stage was a train wreck. There was lots of secrets involved in this business and you coming in from the complete outside didn’t help in gaining insight. You didn’t know any members of the club before, you hadn’t grow up with them or be born into the club. For God’s sakes you met Happy at a coffee shop, funny story but for another time. But therefore, it was a long time before you were trusted.
One of the biggest downsides of the job was how much time he was missing for. You and Happy had been together for over a year and a half but it never got easier. The slight kiss in the the early hours of the morning when you were yearning for him just to get back in bed but he was already out the door. The lonely times you went to your shared king sized bed alone, knowing he’ll come home during the night but sleep on the couch to avoid waking you up.
See, that’s the thing. Knowing. You never knew that he’d come home in one piece. He let you into this life on the condition of being on a need to know basis. Happy wasn’t one to speak very often, never mind telling you all the deep and dark things he does on an almost daily basis. You knew by the little smiley faces of ink that he had done some horrible things, some messed up things, that he would never speak about. Especially not to you. His mindset was clear, he didn’t want to scare you away so unless you were endangered by any of these acts, you didn’t need to know.
It was frustrating at the best of times, you being downright pissed off and an argument ensuing at the worst of times. Neither of you wanted this situation but there were times that your opinion needed to be heard and validated. You were too headstrong to let him have his way all of the time. And that’s how you got to this point.
“THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT HAPPY” you screamed as he made another sweeping statement that made no sense to your point of view on this matter, “YOU DON’T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT ME ANYMORE!”
He rolled his eyes, usually a turn on but now it frustrated you beyond belief, “You don’t understa-“
“I swear to Jesus or whoever you believe in at this point, if you say I don’t understand, I will be tattooing a smiley face on my torso” you replied cutting him off, eyes nearly bursting out of your head at his thought of you not understanding this life. You lived this life and yes there were some moments of not knowing what comes next but he had no right to said you weren’t understanding what came with this life. You had given up so much for him already in this short period of time but he was becoming too obsessed with doing Jax’s dirty work to even see that anymore.
“Have you not noticed that I don’t give out about the club and the shady shit you do? There’s literally been a bag of fingers on our countertop and I didn’t raise an eyebrow. I don’t ask anymore because I feel like you don’t trust me” you were nearly pleading with your boyfriend at this point, tears forming in your eyes, “I can’t do this anymore, this isn’t what we are, this isn’t what I want. I never even know if you’re alive and I can’t take it.”
This was the switch for Happy. He knew that the club frustrated you but you had never said that you didn’t want this life anymore. These fights didn’t happen that often but they only ever lasted an hour or so until you forgave him and he made it up to you. He also saw you eyeing up the red vase in the corner and knew it was coming for his head if he didn’t do something to break this up.
Without a word, as per usual, he grabbed your arm and pulled you outside to his bike. He locked up the front door and returned to you sitting on his bike. You sighed but gave in and put on the helmet he had placed in between your palms. You were still angry with him, beyond belief, but he was leading you somewhere and your throat was dry from all the shouting you had just done.
After you wrapped your arms around him, he took off along the familiar roads for a few minutes. You didn’t say anything to him for the entire ride which was not the regular occurrence, you usually whispering dirty things to him to almost distract him when he was driving. He came to a stop on the outskirts of Charming.
You were now facing a forestry, a very dense forestry. You both took off the helmets and he grabbed your hand once again to lead you into the forest. After walking for short while, careful not to trip over anything, you came to a massive hole in the ground where he dropped your hand and gestured to what you could already see.
“This is where I’ve been,” he mumbled without making eye contact, “digging fuckin’ mass graves.”
For the first time in a long time, you were surprised. Surprised he was letting you in, surprised he wasn’t afraid to show you what he was doing all day. The mass grave bit didn’t shock you, once again we can refer back to the smiley faces and the fingers.
“That’s why I don’t tell you things. Don’t tell you about the all the bodies that drop” he finally met your eyes, “I push you away so you don’t hate me, Tacoma killer and that.”
He looked almost ashamed of himself, which wasn’t something you had ever seen. You knew that he didn’t want this life for you. Once he began falling for you over a year and a half ago, he pushed you away too, it’s what he does. He never gets too close to anyone, they become a walking target if he does. A target for rivals to exploit to get to him so it’s easier to stop it at the beginning but with you he couldn’t.
You finally gave in and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head under his chin. “I don’t hate you, could never, even if this is the least romantic date I’ve ever been on.” You could feel him chuckle about you as he brought his arms around you.
Wincing, you grazed two fingers along your forehead, each collecting some blood that had stained the side of your face. You huffed, knowing what was about to go down as soon as your best friend saw this. Juice was always getting himself into trouble and almost bleeding out like the mad man he is but as soon as anything happens to you - its the end of the world as we all know it.
You and Juice had been best friends for as long as you can remember. When your parents passed, he was there for you and became your rock. You had upped and left Queens with him, which was a good decision, but on your first day here you had met someone. That someone turned out to be Matthew, your future boyfriend. He was lovely in the beginning, everything anyone could want: sweet, funny, helpful. But now, three years later he was mean-spirited, angry and explosive. Anything that you did incorrectly in his eyes was seen as an issue. An issue that violence was the answer to. You hadn’t told Juice about it and made up stories, “Oh I tripped and took a tumble on the stairs” you laughed, or, “I was trying to put a book back on the shelf but instead it came back down and hit me in the eye!” Juice never really bought the excuses.
But now you had nowhere else to go so you found yourself speed walking towards the clubhouse. Matthew had made it awfully clear that he didn’t want you in the house and the open wounds on your face could back up that statement. You didn’t want to leave him, when he had good days he was great, often bringing home flowers with some sort of cheesy note attached. However you knew in your heart that the bad days were now outnumbering the good and no matter how clean the house was, how much laundry you did or how little noise you made, it was never enough. You were always afraid of what Juice would do if he found out. You knew he would be hurt by you lying to him swell as what you were lying about.
The cold air hit your flushed skin, which provided a sense of relief on one hand but pain on the other as blood was still oozing from the cut above your eyebrow. The walk was short and you were glad that you didn’t run into anyone on the way, not feeling the urge to discuss your war wounds with anyone other than your best friend, and even then discuss was a loose term. You just wanted somewhere to stay that you wouldn’t be thrown out of the bed and be in fear of a man towering over your frame.
It looked worse than it felt. You had one gash above your eyebrow that no matter how much pressure you applied, wouldn’t stop bleeding. Your eye socket was in immense pain, definitely going to bruise up in a nice purple colour tomorrow. Your other cheek was bright red, probably having the imprint of a man’s hand on it, except you really didn’t have time to check in the mirror before you left your own home. The dried blood made it look like you were in some sort of street fight, which probably would’ve been a nicer explanation than the one you’d have to give now.
The gate was open, not many bikes parked outside the clubhouse. You recognised Juice’s, along with Jax and Chibs. You pushed on the door and were met with a warm gust of inviting air. You shuffled into the room, keeping your eyes at a low level. You barely had a chance to even look around the room until Juice spoke first, “what the fuck?” He got up quickly, coming over to you and placing his hands on either side of your face, “who did this to you?” Suddenly your eyes filled with tears as he examined your bloody form. The other two boys rose from their seats with concern, fearing this was some sort of club retaliation.
“It doesn’t matter. Can y’fix me up?” You hiccuped as you talked, now the tears freely flowing down your face, expecting him to lose the plot and start going mental. But he didn’t. He looked into your eyes, his soft brown eyes making you melt and cry harder as you could see that he was hurt. He led you over to a bar stool and sat you up on it to examine you further.
He reached around and rustled under the bar, pulling out a mini first aid kit. He kneeled down in front of you, grabbed an antiseptic wipe and warning you, “will sting a little”, he held it onto your gash, finally stopping the blood but still making you jump slightly. He wiped all the dried blood off your face and he applied a white plaster to the area. You all let silence fill the air, him wanting answers but you not being willing to give them to him.
He finally spoke, “was it him?” The last word was almost spat with venom. The two boys in your life had no problem with each other in person, but Matthew often taunted you about Juice, saying he was “good for nothing, will never amount to anything”. What you didn’t know is that behind closed doors, Juice wasn’t overly fond of Matthew either, hating that he got the chance with you when it should be him. But he could admit it before now, being too afraid of both rejection from you but also due to his line of work, being close to someone never really worked out well. It still didn't stop him from loving you.
You nodded, not being able to keep up with the lie anymore. Your tears were still falling down your face. He put his arms around you without saying anything and leaned your head into his shoulder. You choked out an “I’m sorry” to which he shushed you. He picked you up and brought you back to his dorm, careful not to bump into anything or make your injuries worse. Once he lay you on the bed, he took off your boots and helped you change into a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt, discarding yours that were stained.
He lay down next to you, slowly reaching for your hand to hold it with his own. “You can’t go back, not after this” he stated, as more of a fact rather than a suggestion. You knew he was right so you gave his hand a squeeze. He let out a sigh before posing the question, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“He told me no one would ever want me, that I was lucky to have him” you breathed softly, letting out a quiet yawn along with a few more tears. Juice was furious with rage but wasn’t about to take it out on you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of your hair, making sure not to go near any hurt areas. “Get some sleep” he advised, but he could tell you had already drifted off, tired from the events of the day, “I’ll be back soon.”
Juice left the room, now in the presence of the two boys once again. “What d’ye want t’do about this Juicey?” Chibs asked, trying to figure out what the plan of action was without putting any ideas in his head. But he already knew what Juice was thinking purely by the look on his face.
“I’m gonna fucking kill him” Juice seethed, “scumbag”.
The three boys grabbed their kuttes and made their way out of the clubhouse, locking the door so you’d be safe when they were gone.
“It’s her isn’t it?” Jax smiled slightly as he threw his leg over his Harley.
Juice looked at him confused, not knowing what his question meant.
“She’s the girl you’re in love with. It’s so fucking obvious Jesus Christ, how did we not realise that!“
Juice paused, finally ready to let go of the secret he held tightly for so many years, but he wanted the first person he told it to to be you so he simply stated “Nobody hurts my girl” as he kicked started his bike, ready to serve justice.
(A/N: Hi! I don't normally write happy but I came across this gif and with my dog beside me I just knew that I wanted to write something about the two of them. I know all of my followers have come from writing about Juice which I will get back to but I just thought this would be a bit of fun. Thanks for the support!)
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The son was blazing, hot against your skin as you felt in coming down on your scalp. There wasn’t many days that you could spend out in the garden, at peace with a book held between your thumb and pinky finger. This was your first day off in over two weeks because you were understaffed at the store and you could nearly hear your bones crying out to just have a lazy day and of course the Charming sun was on your side.
There wasn’t anyone about, you living on a quiet street after all. This reflected in your clothes, a maroon bikini top and black shorts, accompanied by a pair of aviators adorning your eyes. You felt that you could wear what you wanted, well you were in your own garden, no one was around and Charming never had a dress code and if it did, modesty wasn’t the number one priority of most women your age.
After turning the page, you heard a noise in the bushes surrounding your yard. You slipped your glasses down your nose, peering around at what the cause may be. It’s not a wrong assumption that you always did have to be on alert when living in a town like Charming but you thought you were fine in the proximity of your own home. All of a sudden, the maker of the noise was apparent to you.
A white bulldog had made his way out of the bush, carrying a neon yellow tennis ball in his mouth. He lazily strolled right up to you, dropping the ball by your sun lounger. Wide eyed, you slowly moved your head a few inches, checking for a collar but alas there was nothing there. You felt bad, who would be that irresponsible to leave their dog out and not even tag him so he could be brought home.
The dog shuffled the ball closer to you with his nose. If a dog could smile properly, this dog would be baring all his teeth in the most human like grin the world has ever seen. You slowly moved your hand on top of the ball, it being slick with dog slobber. You picked it up nonetheless and launched it across your yard. The mutt took off and chased the ball, picking it up and running as fast as the wind back just to deposit it at your feet once again.
It made you laugh as you found it funny that this dog was obviously trained to fetch and was friendly to strangers but not training enough to stay at home in his own yard. Of course you had to think the worst, what if no one would come to pick him up? Would you just be stuck with him, not that you really minded. You had always wanted a dog of your own, sure the protection of having a dog especially of this size would help. But it was the companionship that you truly wanted. To see his wagging tail when you come home from a long day. To relax on the couch with him, even if he took up half of it.
You picked the ball up once again and repeated your actions and so did the dog, “Theres a good boy” you exclaimed, “now why would someone leave you out on your own?” You were able to get close enough to scratch behind his ears and he kicked his foot playfully. You threw the ball a few more times until your arm began to get tired, but the dog was only getting started.
All of a sudden you could hear a motorcycle turn down your street, probably a Harley. You grabbed the dog by his neck to prevent him running out onto the road, he may not be yours but you certainly wouldn’t let him get killed. The Harley drove past each house slowly, also as if the rider was looking for something in the front gardens. He rolled past your yard and then halted to a stop, walking his bike back into reverse to dismount it. He took off his helmet and you recognised who it was.
The Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club were known be everyone in Charming, whether you wanted to or not. Some viewed them as kings, who lived this lavish lifestyle of money, booze and bimbos. Some saw them as a little extreme but they did provide protection to the town. Others didn’t approve of the club, they saw it as more of a trouble to the area than it was worth. You could see the argument for all sides but you thought it best not to get involved. You worked on the outside of the town so you had actually never had a proper run in with them, only occasionally seeing them around the streets. Your friends however, were obsessed with them like most of the other young women in the area. They’d go to all the parties and try to bag one of the Sons but they had no luck, a lot of the boys had Old Ladies at this point anyways so there was slim pickings.
“Fuck sake Opie,” the man, half under his breath and half aloud, “what’re ye doing?”
The dog quickly ran over to him, Happy you think his name was, and jumped up on him. He left a signature trail of slobber on the bikers hands but he didn’t seem to mind. A tiny smile came on his lips. Then he turned to face you.
“Where’d you find him” he said in a low tone. You widened your eyes, everything he said felt like a threat.
“Oh, um, he just appeared beside me with this” you held up the ball as the dogs saliva dripped down off of it, onto the ground beside your feet. You suddenly felt very aware of what you were wearing and you quickly took your sunglasses off and rested them on top of your head.
You walked over to the man and held out the ball to him, it was obvious that this was his dog and as much as you wanted to keep it, you knew you couldn’t. But you were angry.
“You really shouldn’t let him just wander the streets! He could get hit by a car or a bike,” you nodded your head towards his bike and you could see him stiffen up slightly but the smirk on his lips remained, “its a bit irresponsible in my opinion” You now felt so stupid for saying this to him, like this man looked as if he could snap you in half without thinking twice.
He took the ball from your hands and you winced, waited for him to start shouting back at you for how disrespectful you had been to him, especially since he was a Son. But he didn’t.
Instead he threw the ball to the end of your yard and his dog, Opie, took off after it. His smirk turned into a smile and your eyes widened.
“Brings the ball everywhere,” he said, again a low tone but you figured it was just how he talked, “doesn’t run away, ever, honestly” You could see he was apologetic and now it was your turn to smile. You took notice of his features and now you understood everyones fixation with him and his biker friends. He had dark eyes, they were bearing into your soul as he looked at you. He was bald but he had a tattoo on his head. He was wearing a white t-shirt with the words ‘Reaper crew” which showed off his muscular arms and numerous other tattoos. He was tall, towering over you, adding to the nervousness you felt now around him. You realised he was waiting for you to say something so you started to speak.
“It’s okay, honestly. He’s so friendly that I didn’t mind him being here. Was just concerned for him that’s all, shit that doesn’t mean I think you’re a bad owner or anything, of course! I-“ you had began to ramble and only stopped as soon as you looked up at his raised eyebrow and smirk. He could obviously tell the effect he had on you and it was now his turn to look you up and down. He tongue shot between his lips and slightly glazed over them before he spoke again.
“Happy,” he mentioned whilst holding out his hand, “suppose I’ll make it up to you” he said with the smirk still permanently plastered on his face. You quickly looked at his hand and noticed the scars on his knuckles that you didn’t even want to know the story behind. You realised that your hand was still slobbery after Opie’s ball so you just held your own up and smiled sheepishly. He got the message and let out a small, deep chuckle.
You’ve a feeling this won’t be the last you see of Opie, or of Happy.
in which Juice drives you out of charming for an evening to drive you two back together
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Life had become a little too much lately. You spent the entire day managing the restaurant and waiting tables, the first not even being your job, you definitely weren’t getting paid enough for it anyways. Then you’d come home to study for college, what you were doing part time. There was barely any time to spend with Juice, him often being away from the evening to the morning on runs with the club. You were pretty much always passed out by 11 pm and Juice rarely left the club even on quiet nights before 1 am.
You understood, the club was supposed to come first. But there was always a part of you that wanted him to yourself. His tanned skin to always be waiting at home for you when you finish work. It would never be that way though, you just had to get over it.
It was now Friday, meaning it had now been twelve days since you’d seen Juice in person. He left you little notes on the coffee table in the morning before he went out to work in Teller-Morrow, it just wasn’t enough though. You missed him terribly. It’s not like you were going to do anything drastic like break up with him but you knew a conversation was needed because things couldn’t stay this way for much longer, not seeing each other in shared home in nearly two weeks. You just didn’t know when you’d get the time to do this.
Fridays were always quick at work. It was busy which made your day go by faster. You got to keep any tip money you made during the night, therefore leaving you with a solid amount of change to take home. However you were slightly later tonight because it seemed all of the other employees thought you could close all by yourself. You felt physically and mentally exhausted, not knowing how much more you could take and also knowing that you had to go home to begin to revise for your exams that were coming up quicker than you’d like. You just wanted Juice, even if it was just for 10 minutes.
Closing the door behind you, you felt how warm the night was and shrugged off your leather jacket. You began the walk home, checking your watch: 22:43. Usually you’d be home almost an hour ago but you were just so done with the day that you wanted to curl up into a ball in your empty king size bed. The restaurant was only a five minute walk from your house, some people wouldn’t dare walk around in Charming this late at night but you were known around here.
Sighing, you opened the front gate into your front garden, closing it behind yourself. You walked up to the front door, putting in your keys and letting yourself in. You were greeted by the familiar scent of laundry detergent and vanilla candles that you often burned. Happy to be home, you threw your bag down at the door, making your way to the living room to rest your feet.
You weren’t expecting the sight that lay before you. Your boyfriend sprawled out across the couch, a newspaper on his lap, remote to the TV in hand as he flicked through channels. He smiled widely when he noticed your presence, quickly standing up to engulf you in a hug. You felt yourself relax into his embrace, feeling a sense of serenity wash over you. You were home.
“Missed you” he whispered, muffled by your hair.
“Me too” you replied, feeling like you hadn’t seen the man you loved in months.
You stood for several minutes in silence, almost in disbelief that this was finally happening. You were finally back to Juice. The house had felt empty without him, you had missed his laugh, his stupid random facts that he told you all the time, even the mess he seemed to leave everywhere behind him. The man could walk into a room with no items and leave a mess regardless.
“Cmon, want to show you something” he muttered, grabbing your hand to lead you to the door, taking out the keys and locking it behind you both. You followed closely behind, unsure of where he was bringing you. You trusted him that he wasn’t going to do anything too drastic at this time of the night.
He passed you a helmet for his bike, whilst he climbed on and started the engine. Knowing you were still a little apprehensive about the bike, he held out his hand to put you in for a feverish peck on the lips and suddenly you felt you weren’t afraid anymore. You threw your leg over and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly. You took in the smell of his aftershave lingering on his kutte. You could see a few stray hairs on the side of his neck that he must have absentmindedly missed when shaving. The little details stood out to you, they were his favourite.
The motorcycle revved to life, bringing you out of your thoughts, jumping slightly. Juice chuckled, finding your unsure behaviour funny when he was used to bikers who weren’t afraid of anything. He enjoyed being your protector against all the badness in the world.
The journey lasted about twenty minutes, you watching the trees as you whizzed past. There was no one around on the streets of Charming, it was after 11 pm after all. Streetlights lit up the streets, gradually becoming less and less as you ventured out of the town, the roads become slightly worse. There wasn’t much around so you weren’t too sure where you were, you weren’t really one to venture outside of Charming. Juice pulled off the road onto a small dirt track, leading the bike up a hill where he pulled to a stop at the peak.
Juice took off his helmet and glasses, once again holding out his hand to help you dismount the bike. You took off the helmet and left it on the bike. Juice pulled you close quickly, you letting out a squeal as he laughed once again. You finally looked around. The ground was gravelly but he led you through a few trees out onto a grassy area. You looked around, mesmerised by the sight in front of you. The view spread for miles, all being illuminated by the stars in the night sky and tiny lights you could see from the distant town you had just left behind. You felt that you could see the entire world, all whilst wrapped in your man’s arms. You glanced up, him ignoring the view and staring back down at you cracking a grin, like a small child in a candy store.
“I’ve missed you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much” he said sheepishly. You could see the apology reach his eyes, which in turn looked exhausted from the amount of work he had been doing.
“I’ve been no better, work and school have been killing me recently so I’ve been asleep before you get in” you whispered, looking back at the view, “this is beautiful”.
“My favourite spot” he murmured, however his eyes never left you, “before I met you, I used to come here because it was the only place I felt comfortable to sit and think.” He paused for a minute, as if he was trying to find the words for his feelings. “I don’t like being alone but since you’ve came along I feel like there’s a reason I’m supposed to be here”. You smiled at his honesty, delighted that he trusted you this much to let you in. You pressed a kiss against his clothed chest, knowing this was the only reply he needed.
You knew this wouldn’t be the last of your late night drives together.
In which juice looks after you when you’ve had one, or five too many but are too proud to admit it
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“Ye know what we’d call ye back in Ireland? A fuc-“
“Okay! Let’s go talk to Tig and Chibs instead, yeah?” Juice cut you off before you made a further embarrassment of yourself by picking a fight with the crow-eater you were about to curse out. Hauling your arm and practically dragging you, you end up in front of Tig, almost falling into him as he caught you with his free arm, the other nursing a bottle.
“Has someone had a little too much?” He laughs, whilst nudging Chibs to turn in your direction, earning a glare from you and wide eyes from Juice. You ripped your arm away, as forcefully as possible, however it was only a tiny pull to Tig so he let you go. Juice knew that you tried to keep up the reputation of the Irish being the best drinkers in the world, but when it came to the club boys, you were plainly outnumbered and outdrank. But of course, Juice wasn’t going to be the one to tell you that. He didn't have a death wish.
“Obviously not Trager, who do you think I am? I’m not some little” your words were too slurred at this point for anyone to distinguish what the rest of the sentence was, but they could guess. Tig let out a chuckle. You started mumbling a song that the boys didn't recognise, an Irish drinking song called the Rattlin Bog.
You got on well with everyone, which you didn't expect to. You were from the Republic of Ireland, not the north. You knew the club had dealings with the north that they weren't the most fond of but that seemed to be put aside when it came to you. The most they made fun of you for was your accent. If Tig asked you to say the number 333 one more time, you'd kill him. But you knew it was all in good fun. You got along well with Chibs, able to make playful banter back and forth about how his family were from the north.
“Ay, lass, I think you might want to slow down a little. Wouldn’t want you to get sick” Chibs said, his voice half full with concern but he definitely also found it funny. He knew that Juice would take care of you so he wasn’t overly worried. Everyone in the club knew of Juice’s undying affection for you, hell, his flat out love for you. Everyone knew it, except you. He had never told you that he had loved you since you had arrived in Charming just over a year and a half ago. It was painfully obvious to everyone else that he went out of his way to make you laugh and do small gestures that he definitely wouldn’t do for anyone else.
“Scotts, thinking they’re better than us,” you joked, rolling your eyes, which is when you noticed how fuzzy your head was. You had tried to keep up with Happy earlier but by the time he had finished one bottle of beer, you had only taken a few sips of yours. Not wanting to feel the defeat, you then chugged the entire bottle to keep up. This happened at least six times. Of course Happy didn’t feel the hit of six bottles, he was conditioned to drink much more, but you were a much smaller build than he was so all at once the beer hit you like a bus. It didn’t help that you continued drinking so now you had pretty much lost count of how many you had consumed.
You felt an arm wrap around your waist which stabilised you because you didn’t even realise you were slightly swaying. Looking up, you realised it was Juice and you felt more at ease. The boys started talking amongst themselves, you couldn’t even process what their conversation was about so you decided to stay out of it and hope no one asked you any questions. Looking down, you ran you thumb along the tattoos on Juices’s arm, your stomach feeling less queasy when you focused on one point. You didn’t notice Chibs glancing down to see you smiling and still tracing the lines of Juice’s ink. He nudged Tig and both of them smirked slightly. As much as they wanted to make fun of Juice, they couldn’t help but find it sweet. They liked you, you were always up for a joke, you had brought happiness and comfort to Juice, even though you both weren’t officially together.
You were so focused on the lines of the reaper tattoo, you didn’t notice that Chibs had whispered to Juice “might be best to bring the lass to bed, she’s not going ta miss much, most will be leaving soon anyways”. Tig nodded, leaving Juice to agree.
Juice kept his arm firmly on your waist but this time began to move away from the other two sons. You followed, being led away from the party and down the hallway to the dorms. This was the first time you looked up, mumbling “Juicey where are we going?”
Opening the door, he led you to sit down on the bed. This is when you realised the world was spinning right before your eyes. “Back in a sec” he chuckled when he saw you moving your head round in circles, to follow how your eyes perceived the world, “don’t go anywhere”. He knew that you wouldn’t be moving anytime soon without assistance so he ventured back into the party to find a glass that wasn’t full of spirits or cigarette butts. Finding one tall glass, he emptied a bottle of water from the fridge and came back to his dorm to find you in the very same position, head swaying.
“Here, drink up”
“At least someone here still knows that I’m the superior drinking partner” you muttered angrily. He laughed again as you hadn’t figure out it was water.
You took a big gulp and handed the glass back to him. He left it on the edge of his bedside table, knowing that you’d need it in the morning when you would definitely feel like death. He retrieved one of his SAMCRO t-shirts and helped you out of your own shirt, which smelt like booze. He desperately tried not to look anywhere other than your face, slightly failing but you didn’t notice. Putting the shirt on it reached to your mid thighs, so was able to take off your jeans. You jumped slightly as he fingers brushed against your thighs.
“Don’t worry, darling. Just getting these ridiculously tight things off you” referring to your jeans.
“Stupid yokes, don’t even know why I wear ‘em. Well no actually I do. I wanted to look good for you tonight so you might finally notice me but obviously that’s never going to happen, ugh I just want-“ your drunken ramble was all Juice needed to hear to make his breath hitch but he couldn’t seize the opportunity he had waited for so long for. Not when you were like this and wouldn’t remember anything tomorrow morning. He was happy to know that you finally felt the same way about him that he felt about you.
When he had successfully taken off your skinny jeans, he leaned you over into the bed so that you were now on your side. He pulled the covers up and gave you a light kiss on the forehead. “Stay with me?” You asked sweetly. “Of course” he replied.
He nestled in beside you, you beneath the covers, him on top. There was silence for a few minutes and he thought you had already drifted off.
“I’m not drunk. I could still outdrink all of you” you mumbled, dazed with sleep.
Letting out a breathy laugh, “of course you could sweetheart, but we don’t want to upset Tig and his ego” he replied back to your statement as you drifted off to sleep.
Juice lay content, with your head on his chest, you finally asleep. He knew he’d have to talk to you in the morning about what had happened but he was fine to stay where he was for right now, replaying your words over and over in his head.
Because hey, drunk words are sober thoughts.
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(Authors note: this isn't in any way making fun of Irish people, I am one! Also tried to stay out of the past politics between the north and the republic, don't want to get political at all. Just thought it'd be a funny prompt for the story)
in which reader’s laptop malfunctions and Juice has to come to the rescue
Word count: 1,176
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Today was no different to a normal Thursday. Only one lecture in the morning, which seemed to pass by at an agonising pace. 10:39.
With your light red rucksack over your shoulder and three large textbooks in hand, you wandered to the library. It’s cozy light brown walls lined with bookshelves and computers, you almost felt like you were in a safe haven here, even if your mind felt like it was dissolving with the amount of stress you were under.
Taking a seat in your regular spot, the very edge of the long table with the comfy chairs and huge amount of table space, you almost threw down textbooks onto the table to get some relief into your aching arms. 10:47.
There wasn't many people around. One or two children who were engrossed in the picture books in all their colourful glory. Their accompanying mothers looked nothing short of exhausted, just waiting to get out of here, surely for a cigarette break or just a break in general. There was two older ladies looking through the local newspaper, as if they were searching for something to gossip to the other about. There was a worker in the very corner, trying desperately to squeeze some hardback novels into the already overflowing shelf. He was failing but you admired his will. 10:51.
You set up your laptop, loading up your to do list. Greeted by six unfinished assignments and a calendar with all your exams marked in, you felt a small wave of panic. Well, more a tidal wave but you played it off as a small wave.
You could feel the built up exhaustion in your muscles, especially in your neck and shoulders. All the stress of final exams was getting to you, however hard you tried to play it off. This time of year was always stressful but it didn't help that you had decided to transfer for this semester into a town that you knew nobody and nobody made an effort to know you. You pretty much kept your head in the sand and just tried to get on with work so you could get back home to familiarity.
With a sigh, which could be mistaken for either desperation or determination, you flipped to chapter 23 in your textbook and began to read the whole thing. Pink highlighter ready in hand almost like a weapon, you just wanted to be done with work so you could rest at home and feel as though the weight of revision was off your shoulders for another day. 10:55.
Your hunched over frame was so engrossed in your excessive highlighting that you didn't notice a man in a leather kutte come into the library and sit at a table in direct view of you. You were too focused right now to get distracted by people watching. That was until one of the picture book children had said picture book taken away from him.
By god he screamed.
His sudden screeching startled you enough to slightly jump in your seat, breaking your concentration. You looked straight ahead and say the man sitting at the wall quickly look away from you and look down at the book he was holding that was obviously a fake distraction. He didn't look like the type to read ‘Little Women’, especially not upside down which was how it was currently held in his hands. 10:59.
You couldn't help but form a small smile when you looked at him. His eyes shifted up and noticed that you had caught him looking before, his cheeks now turning a slight red colour. He quickly returned to his fake reading and you looked back to your laptop, which had now died.
Fumbling in your bag, you finally produced the charger. You plugged it into the socket and plugged it in but nothing happened. Great. Laptop trouble. Exactly what everyone needs when you're already on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion.
You picked the laptop up and unplugged the charger and forced it back in, looking like quite a fool. You huffed and put the laptop back down on the desk harshly, resorting to just staring at it.
“Laptop trouble?”
Quickly glancing up, you realised the stranger from before had witnessed your whole fiasco.
“Nope, I just like to wave them around in the air for fun” you stated sarcastically, instantly feeling bad because you assumed he was coming over here to help you.
He raised an eyebrow and with a playful smirk said “Well, I guess you don't need any help then.” He turned on his heel and began to walk back to his table.
“No - please help me, I can't deal with this today and I really can't afford a new one. Please.” you pried as you grabbed onto his arm.
He chuckled as he turned back around, “suppose it can be my good deed for the day. That karma shit right?” You nodded, looking him directly in the eye intentionally for the first time, You were met with smooth dark brown eyes and your eyes flicked along his many tattoos that were on display.
He didn't notice your staring and pulled a chair and began to survey your laptop, plugging it in and out. You looked at him with a furrowed brow, as if to say I’ve tried that already but you weren't about to sass someone who was helping you.
He started tapping at some keys that you honestly thought were there for decoration and suddenly some white writing appeared on the screen. He kept tapped and you just watched his fingers dance over the keys, almost in awe. You looked at him properly now, taking in his hair that was cut to show off tattoos on his head. Interesting
“I’m just updating some codes and all that, mhmm, here and here yep” he muttered, you not being sure if it was to you or to himself but you still nodding even though he didn't look up at you.
He hit the enter key a few times and suddenly the machine came back to life, almost as if he had resurrected it. You were greeted with the large digital clock on your screen. 11:09. Your eyes widened, thankful this stranger was here to help you because there was no way you'd be able to do that on your own. He turned to you, handing back over the laptop.
“Not bad ay?” he smiled similar to a little puppy.
“Not bad for someone who reads Little Women upside down” now it was his turn too blush. “I didn't think you saw that, I didn't want to be the creepy guy who just stares at pretty girls in libraries so I picked up the first-”
“Y/N” you laughed, cutting off his ramble, holding out your hand in front of you.
“Juice.” He replied whilst shaking your hand. Suddenly both Charming and your revision left your mind for the first time in months as you smiled back warmly to this stranger who now had a name.
