Request: We got you

Request: How about a story where Y/N is a new girl in Charming, working as a waitress at the club’s favourite dinner. You start to get close to them and they ask you to help serve at some parties and at one a prospect, or hangaround, gets a little too handsy and they have to step in?

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: harassment

Originally posted by karladahmer

They got divorced. After years of happy marriage, my parents got divorced. I guess it wasn’t such a happy conjugal life after all. I was in college and my last summer break was close, I had no idea where I should go. My father was still living in our house, but mom had moved to California. My only plan was to work during the summer, save money, and when mom called, telling me her friend had a job for me, I made my decision. I packed and hopped on a plane to California.

The job was as a waitress in a Charming’s diner downtown and I just glad to have my own money and that experience. I had been doing fine, getting good tips, especially from the Sons. The Samcro bikers were regulars at the diner, coming over from breakfast or lunch after a run to somewhere out of town. I liked them, despite all the things I had heard around town. They were always nice to me.

That morning, they were talking about a party and it would be a big one apparently. They sounded so excited that I thought I had become invisible as I poured coffee on their cups, but then Bobby talked to me.

“How about making some extra cash sweetheart?”, he looking at me over his glasses, “This is gonna be a huge party and Gemma could use some help. You have experience, should help serve at the party”

Gemma Teller. I had heard a lot about her and, to be honest, she was the one who scared me among the Samcro family. I bit my lip, “I don’t know Bobby”

“I know you heard about our parties and that we’re savages”, Tig smirked, “But we will keep you safe. I promise”

They were looking at me, waiting for an answer, “I’ll think about it. I promise”

I did thought about it and realized, looking at my plans for next semester, that the extra cash would be great. I knew my mother wouldn’t like it, but I said yes anyway. Boys showed up at the diner on the next day and Jax gave me his mother’s number, I had to deal with Gemma now. I was so nervous when I called her, but she was gentle and said the boys had said good things about me. She needed me at the clubhouse on Friday night, but if I could be there earlier it would be even better. By the end afternoon I met Gemma at her office and she introduced me to the other girls helping at the party. They were used to those parties and I felt a bit intimidated, worried about doing a good job.

I had been helping Chuck all day and was seated outside, on a break, when the boys arrived. They hopped off their bikes and Chibs was the first one to see me, wrapping ar arm around my shoulders, “Hi darling. How are you doing?”

“Good”, I smiled, “Gemma is great, she told me to help Chucky, stay close to him”

“Don’t worry sweetheart”, Bobby entered the clubhouse as we all followed him, “And tells us if anybody bother you”

“Okay”, I nervously nodded.

“We mean it”, Tig emphasized and kissed the top of my head. They were being nice, but I was still nervous. I decided to find Chucky and go back to work. 

Boys were right, it was a big party indeed. I saw kuttes from at least two different places and many hangarounds too, people who knew the Sons and were friends of the club. Chucky wanted me to stay behind the bar since I was new around there, said he didn’t want anyone taking me for a sweet butt or crow eater. I did what he told, but that didn’t stop men from hitting on me. I had said no a dozen times already and it had worked so far. 

I just had opened a new bottle of whisky when this young Son leaned over the counter, asking for a drink. I served him, but he didn’t let me go, grabbing my wrist. 

“Let go”, I calmly said, but he just smirked. 

“You do know that you’re here to please, don’t you babe?”, he licked his lips and I only felt disgusted. He was drunk and couldn’t hold my wrist when I pulled back.

“I’m not your babe”, I hissed. I knew I should tell one of the boys, but I also wanted to handle it on my own, “Get lost”

He glared at me for a second and then shrugged, walking away from the bar. I rolled my eyes when I saw the prospect patch on his back. I breathed deeply as I looked around and noticed Gemma staring at me across the room. She just raised an eyebrow; I nodded that everything was fine and continued to work. At some point, people started to leave, find rooms or just fall on the couches or floor. Gemma told me I could go, paid me and kissed my cheeks, saying I had done a good job and she hoped to see me again soon. I grabbed my car keys and walked outside. I just had closed the door behind me when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.

“Leaving without saying goodbye to me?”, his drunk giggle was enough for me to recognize the man as the idiot that was hitting on me later. 

“Let me go”, I clenched my jaw and was ready to hit him if I had too. My father had insisted on self-defense classes before I leave for college. He laughed but it got choked on his throat when someone else held him in a lock. Chibs kept me from falling, holding me by my waist.

“Are you okay?”, he asked. I nodded, watching Tig and Happy hold the prospect as Jax approached him. Samcro president had a smirk on his lips and I couldn’t listen him, but he clearly was threatening my stalker, whose eyes widened. 

“Do. You. Understand?”, Jax asked louder, the prospect nodded and he told Tig and Happy to let the boy go. He ran as the devil himself was after him and Jax finally turned to look at me.

“Are you okay darling?”, he asked.

“Yes”, I nodded, “Thanks… What did you just say to him? You scared the shit out of that boy”

“Don’t worry about that darling”, Jax winked as him and Chibs walked me to my car, “We got you”

Imagine being a long time family friend with Jax & Opie. You’ve always had a thing for Juice ever since he prospect. ..

okay the title was mega long, this one might turn into a series so stay tuned. :)
(whole title ) v v v
Imagine being a long time family friend with Jax and Opie (pretty much a sister to these guys) and you’ve always had a thing for Juice ever since he prospect but was always scared to do anything about it because you thought he’d never go for you and you finally take a chance and he admits that he’s always had a thing for you but he was always afraid of what his brothers (your brothers) would do to him. * 2 or 3 part story *

Originally posted by sandm1827

Growing up with the MC was easy mainly because you were pretty much one of the boys, you had always been with Jax and Opie for as long as you can remember. Running through the streets of Charming, being chased by police, and being around the club. The three of you grew up together, you watched as your brothers prospect together and get patched in together, huge party when they got their patch, bigger than the fourth of July.
Sometimes it wasn’t easy, sometimes you wanted a gun and a Harley just like Jax and Opie and sometimes you wanted to wear that kutte just as much.
Gemma knew how you felt so she kept you busy, Clay had taught you just like the boys how to fix the bikes and trucks so you helped out at the shop most of the time. Gemma taught you how to cook, how to garden and how to be a woman.
You were strong, you held your own and you didn’t take crap from anyone. You knew everyone that was part of the MC you even had a thing for Juan Carlos Ortiz, a Puerto Rican from Queens. He had a mohawk, and tribal tattoos on his head, he had this most adorable smile ever and these big beautiful almost puppy dog chocolate eyes. The moment he prospected you were into him, he didn’t look like the kind of biker you always knew but there was something about him that you just couldn’t shake. Plus he was your age, Ope and Jax were a year or two older than you not a big deal but they always treated you like their little sister.
Overly protective, like whenever you tried to have a boyfriend around they would scare him off and their motto was if he can’t fight and protect you, you deserve someone who can so in all fairness they were right.

Years went by, and you were still practically in love with Juice. The two of you had gotten closer, to everyone’s eyes the two of you were just ‘ best friends ‘. You guys were always together, helping each other out of just hanging out. When there was a SAMCRO party and you see Juice hook up with a random crow-eater, it would hurt for you to see that so you would either drink more, and hook up with the first guy that you found interesting or you would just leave.
There was a party that was suppose to happen tonight, a welcome back party for Bobby he was just getting released from federal lockup so the guys were throwing him a huge party.

Everyone was getting ready, stocking up on a lot of booze, weed and food. Gemma had you running errands all day, Juice volunteered to help you with some like grabbing the weed and some booze. First stop was at clear passages, Juice own 30% of it, and then the two of you were off to pick out some booze. You picked which ones to buy and Juice loaded into the van, Juice said;

“ boy, Y/N that’s a lot of booze. “ You smiled as you drove and replied;

“ yep i know, but Gem wanted a lot. Bobby was inside for us for nearly 5 months Juice, he deserves a lot more “ You both agreed and laughed. You pulled into the lot, backed the truck up into the entrance of the clubhouse and the prospects and guys unloaded all the supplies that you got. You hoped out of truck and Gemma said as she approached;

“ good work baby, you got the entire liquor board. “ She smiled, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. You giggled and watched as the guys finished unloading. You and Gem walked into the clubhouse, and towards the kitchen. You watched as you walked by, Juice stocking the shelves watching as his muscles worked with every movement, and you turned to watch where you were going. As you walked with Gem, Juice glanced your way watching as you walked into the kitchen, the way your hips swayed and he was startled by Chibs slamming his hand on the counter of the bar trying to get his attention.

“ Aye Juicy, lets have a beer “ Juice put away the whiskey that he had in his hand and grabbed the scottsman a beer.

The night had finally arrived, everyone was showing up and it was slowly getting packed with members from different charters, crow-eaters, sweet-butts, family friends and just hang arounds. The drinking has started, the music was playing and the weed started flowing. Bobby’s car pulled up and Clay, Juice, Jax, Opie, Happy, Kozik, Chibs, Tig, and Piney all greeted him with hugs, hoots and booze. Before you knew it, Bobby almost greeted everyone at the party, he was smashed and enjoying himself. The guys were drinking away, some were trying to score, some where fighting in the ring, some where just sitting and chilling. You haven’t seen this many people since Ope and Jax’s party a few years back. The Teller-Morrow lot was packed with cars and bikes, the club house was packed with people inside and out.

You were drinking, already feeling a buzz. You were sitting with Ope and Jax cheering on Kozik and Tig as they fought in the ring. You happen to look over to see Juice getting a lap dance from some redheaded bimbo, your heart dropped when you seen that, seeing him enjoying himself. You put your head down and took a deep breath trying to calm yourself and trying to remind yourself that he’s not yours to get jealous over. Jax noticed that you seem upset so he said while sitting down next to you and nudging your shoulder causing you to look at him;

“ what’s wrong sis? “ You looked at Jax, trying to keep the tears from welling up, but Jax wasn’t stupid he knew something was bothering you but you still said;

“ uh, nothing. nothings wrong, uhh that weed just hit me wrong. “ Jax knew you didn’t even take a hit of weed at all that night because he was with you for most of the night but he just said hoping that you’d tell him the truth anyways;

“ oh okay, well if there’s anything the matter and you wanna talk, come talk to me okay? “ You gave him a fake little smirk and nodded in agreement. You got up and said;

“ i’m going to go get a refill anyone want one ? “ They declined and you walked over towards the clubhouse, you walked by Juice. Trying hard not to look at him but you did. He did notice you for a second, but you walked by to quickly. You made it through the sea of people and to the bar, asked Chucky for a beer. He passed it to you with a smile and said something with a rhyme but you weren’t really listening.
You turned and scanned the clubhouse, you sipped your beer and it went down smooth. Soon enough, you were standing with Kip he was the new prospect and quite the cutie you thought or it was just the 6th beer talking. You were enjoying his company just talking about random stuff when you notice Juice walking by with the same redheaded bimbo headed towards the dorms.

Originally posted by yvng-gxddess

You swallowed what you were feeling and turned around and got 6 shots of whiskey, once chucky put them in front of you. You downed 3 of them in seconds and the other 3 after that. Chucky and Kip both surprised and Chucky said;

“ shall i just leave the bottle for you to wobble ? “ You looked at Chucky as you tried to come back from those shots, and you grabbed the bottle of whiskey and looked at Kip who you were pretty sure was terrified of you and what you might do to him. Kip said;

“ you alright Y/N ? “ You looked at him once more, and then you just lunged at him, your lips found his and he was stunned. He didn’t pull away, he kissed you back, he was just shocked that you would kiss him, You stood there kissing Kip, without a care in the world. You didn’t even notice that Juice seen the two of you. The way you were feeling at that moment, you didn’t really care who saw you. Before you knew it, you were pulled apart and you said in a drunken tone;

“ whats the big idea fuckhead ? “ You looked up to see Opie with his ‘ pissed off ‘ face and you smiled at him and said;

“ oh hi ope, didn’t realize that was you. “ You were wobbly, and drunk then Kip while still in Opies grip said;

“ look, she kissed me i’m sorry i didn’t know what to do “ Opie looked like he was going to kill Kip then you stuttered;

“ yeah ope, reeeelax. i kissed sack he didn’t really have a choice. okayyy sooooo don’t be mad at him big brotherrrr” You smiled at opie and hugged him. Opie let go of Kip and said;

“ if i ever catch you kissing her again, well i’m sure you can guess “ Before we knew it Kip was out the door and out of sight of Opie. Opie looked at you, sat you down on the bar stool and said;

“ how much did you have to drink Y/N “ You smiled and took a drink of the almost empty whiskey bottle, but as you were about to down the rest of it Opie ripped it from your hand and said;

“ jesus christ y/n “ You said as you were denied your drink;

“heyy ! i was drinking that.. “ you were upset that he took your drink, then you hiccup and leaned forward just a tad to much, but Opie grabbed you and put you over his shoulder carrying you outside to the car;

“ yepp, it’s time for bed sis.” Opie placed you in the back seat of Donna’s car, and Donna and Opie drove you back home. Opie carried you inside, while Donna unlocked the door and they put you to bed. Before leaving, Opie said to you quietly as Donna watched from the doorway;

“ goodnight sis, your going to regret this in the morning.” He placed the trashcan by your bedside, some Advil on your night stand along with water. He closed the bedroom door, and him and Donna headed home.

Originally posted by mistakeoftheconstellation

part 2. coming soon. stay tuned.


Originally posted by bottledupsins

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on Off to the Races by Lana Del Ray as requested by a wonderful Nonny as well as request number 1 of MM8. I’m sorry if this one isn’t that great, but I hope you enjoy it. This imagine is rated M for adult themes.



My old man is a bad man but
I can’t deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past
He doesn’t mind I have an LA crass way about me
He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart
Swimming pool glimmering darling
White bikini off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool
Bright blue ripples, you sittin’, sippin’ on your black Cristal
Oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Give me them gold coins, give me them coins
And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin’ me all over town ‘cause he knows I’m wasted,
Facin’ time again on Rikers Island and I won’t get out
Because I’m crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me
I’m your little scarlet, starlet, singin’ in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you


She’d been raised in SAMCRO. SAMCRO was life. SAMCRO was family; so when things went to shit between Tara and Jax, and again with Jax and Wendy it surprised no one when Bella found herself in his bed. Their flirtation started out friendly enough, but it didn’t take long for curiosity to get the better of both of them, and with bodies winding together, mouths hot and desperate they moved from friends to lovers at lightning speed, and within six months she was under Happy’s needle getting Jax’s crow.

She runs her hands over the bathroom mirror wiping away the steam left from her shower and tilting her head she studies the tattoo that rides under her left collar bone and catching a flicker of movement behind her she lifts her head to find Jax propped against the door way.

The smile is instinct when she sees him but it falters at the sight of the blood on his shirt.

“How bad is it baby?” she asks but before she can turn his arms around her, fingers caressing her skin as he pulls her closer to him.

She knows this mood. He doesn’t need questions. He needs to forget; so turning she links her hands around his neck and does everything she can to help him forget.


My old man is a tough man but
He’s got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it’s why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling Stone
Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slippin’ on my red dress, puttin’ on my makeup
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him

Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you own me
Light of your life, fire of your loins
Tell me you own me, give me them coins
And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin’ me all over town 'cause he knows I’m wasted,
Facin’ time again on Rikers Island and I won’t get out
Because I’m crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me
I’m your little scarlet, starlet, singin’ in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth

Yo I’m off to the races, laces
Leather on my waist is tight and I am fallin’ down
I can see your face is shameless, Cipriani’s basement
Love you but I’m going down
God I’m so crazy, baby, I’m sorry that I’m misbehaving
I’m your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island
Raising hell all over town
Sorry 'bout it


The dress is clingy red material that flirts with creamy thighs, and with eyes narrowing through the cloud of smoke that curls through the clubhouse air he smiles.

Bella. His Bella.

Her lips curve as she dances with some of the girls, and he feels himself growing hard. He knows the game she’s playing, and he doesn’t mind being part of it, even when he loses, he wins. He’s so caught up in watching the way her body moves he doesn’t notice the figure sneaking up behind him and before he knows what’s happening a hand is sliding down his chest, closing over his hard length.

“Mmm, someone’s ready,” a voice purrs in his ear, “miss me Jax?”

“Deena,” Jax moves from under her, a small ball of panic forming in the pit of his stomach. Bella gets along with everyone, even the shadiest of crow eaters and sweet butts, but Deena, Deena is a different brand of crazy all together and she brings chaos wherever she goes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to see you of course,” she says as a hand comes to rest on her hip. She looks good. She always has and she knows it too and she’s used her body to her advantage for as long as he’s known her and when she reaches for him he snags her wrists to hold her at arm’s length.

“Not interested sweetheart,” he says on a laugh.

“You used to be,” she murmurs and moving as quick as lightning she presses a kiss to his lips.


The music moves through her, bass humming in her blood and giving herself over to the rhythm she smiles. She’s always found freedom in dancing, but more than that she finds a sense of power knowing that she can drive Jax crazy just by moving her body.

She turns to find him and when she does she finds a familiar bleach blonde wrapped around him, over painted lips pressed to his and her blood runs cold. Her legs are numb as they carry her across the bar, and ignoring the way the guys call her name she lifts a tray from the bar.

“Deena!” she calls out to the woman and when she turns she smashes the tray across her face knocking her to the ground, and then she’s on her, one hand fisting in her hair holding her down, the other slamming mercilessly into her face. “Stupid, fucking bitch. I warned you, didn’t I warn you?”

Deena gets lucky when one of her flailing arms catches Bella in the face but it does nothing to stop her assault.

“Bella! Bella come on, she’s finished,” Jax says trying to grab for her but she pulls out of his hold, her hand circling her Deena’s throat, squeezing tight.

“If you ever come anywhere near my old man again, I swear to God I’ll kill you,” Bella hisses the promise before she’s finally dragged away.


My old man is a thief and I’m gonna stay and pray with him till the end
But I trust in the decision of the Lord to watch over us
Take him when he may, if he may
I’m not afraid to say that I’d die without him
Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
I need you, I breathe you, I’d never leave you
They would rue the day I was alone without you
You’re lyin’ with your gold chain on, cigar hangin’ from your lips
I said “Hun’ you never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man.”

And we’re off to the races, places
Ready, set, the gate is down and now we’re goin’ in
To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin
Boy you’re so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe
You are my one true love, you are my one true love


“You’re out of your damn mind,” Jax says as he dabs a cloth to her lip and she smiles. Adrenaline courses through her veins, pumping hot.

“She had it coming,” Bella says shrugging a shoulder, “unless you liked the way she tasted. That’s it isn’t it? Didn’t know you had a thing for Deena Jax…”

“You’re crazy,” he laughs closing the distance between them, hands coming to rest on her thighs.

“Mmm, crazy about you,” she says hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt, drawing him so close that her lips are a breath from his, “but if you think I’m going to kiss you with that whore still on your lips, you’re the crazy one.”

“Bella…come on…”

“Listen here Teller, I will and have stood by you through robberies and murder and general fucking chaos, but I will not kiss you until you wash Deena’s taste out of your mouth,” she says gathering her purse. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I fucking love you Bella,” Jax calls out to her and she looks over her shoulder sending a smile his way.

“I fucking love you too Jackson.”


You are my one true love



You always enjoyed the parties that were held at the clubhouse despite the fact that they would often get intense and messy. Seeing as you were Juices old lady you were a regular face there and you got on well with everyone except the crow-eaters. The crow-eaters never seemed to understand that Juice was spoken for - either that or they didn’t see you as a serious old lady - however that was all going to change. You had finally had enough of them pawing over your old man, you were ready to snap! 
At the beginning of the night both you and Juice walk into the clubhouse hand in hand. 
“Babe, I’m going to get us some drinks.” Juice says as he turns to you before cupping the side of your face. 
“Ok, I’m going to the toilet so I’ll meet you by the bar.” You reply looking up at him as you smile into his hand. 
“Sure” He said before giving you a heated kiss which made you feel fairly light headed. Juice was like a drug, you always felt a sense of euphoria when he kissed, touched or even smiled at you.
After finishing in the toilet you begin walking towards the bar but you are stopped in your tracks by the sight of a skimpily dressed crow-eater stroking her hand up and down your old mans back. Juice didn’t appear to be taking any notice of her, but you were as sure as hell not going to let her get away with it and so blatantly disrespecting you in front of all of the guys. For a brief moment in time you just saw red as you stormed up to the bar. 
“Get your hands off my man, you whore!” You yelled before hitting her square in the jaw. The crow eater fell to the floor upon impact and immediately began cradling her now bleeding mouth. 
“What the hell was that for you psychotic bitch?” She whined from between her fingers.
Crouching down in front of her bloody form you had pretty much forgotten that Juice and all of the other guys were staring at you wide eyed and in disbelief.
Tilting your head you reply nonchalantly,
“You know exactly what that was for! Don’t you dare touch my old man again, if you come close to him again I will ensure that Tig removes each of your fingers one by one. Are we on the same page darlin’” 
The only answer you got was a simple nod but it was enough, you knew you had got the message across not only to that bitch but to all of the other crow-eaters/ sweet butts - Juice was your man and that was that.
“Wow babe that was impressive, I would’ve been happy with that hit.” Juice laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 
“Thank you Juicey, I won’t be making a habit of it though.” You giggle as you lean in to kiss him.
“In all seriousness babe, you don’t need to worry about the crow-eaters, I’m yours and yours only.” He said while looking lovingly into your eyes.

-Crow a Young Raven of The Junk Yard-

A nuclear Throne OC that I’ve been waiting to make a reference for!

Crow, an abandoned little bird that had fell out of her nest and found a large old hat to take refuge in. Since she was not raised properly, Crow does not know how to fly. After growing up, she ventures towards the throne to find her old family.

Health: 8

Starter Weapon: Pistol

Passive: A Better Healer… Health pickups increased by 1HP. ((E.I. mini medkits offer 3 HP instead of 2 and Medkits restore 5))

Active: Can Jump… To jump into the air and hover for a short period of time before landing back down. This action can be used to dodge bullets or charging enemies. She cannot move while in the air.

Throne Butt: Crow can flap in the air indefinitely as long as the active button is held.

ULTRA MUTATION A: Plague Doctor… Rate of large medkits drops are increased by 20%. Bullets that hit enemies can be returned upon their deaths.

ULTRA MUTATION B: Flight Feathers… WIP (help me out here?) Crow can shoot in the air for seven seconds once upon first active after exiting a portal.

To unlock Crow: one must venture into the junkyard and find an old hat on the ground. There they’ll shoot it till it flips over to reveal a small baby Crow. Baby Crow will then follow the player through their entire session and will then become a playable character herself once the player loops the game. The process is similar to unlocking a crown in-game. ((It doesn’t have to be any character in particular that’s needed to unlock Crow and the player cannot die or the process will reset.))

A Son and His Sunshine

Originally posted by assbutt-trumpet

(Author’s Note-So first I want to just apologize if this Happy seems super OOC. I am just really starting to flex my Happy writing muscles, so apologies ahead of time. I hope that you like this.) P.S. a little NSFW. P.P.S CSUS=California State University Sacramento & Alpha Chi Omega is the sorority.

Anonymous request-Happy imagine where you’re Abel’s nanny and in college and like in a sorority or something where you’re the opposite of happy but y'all fall for each other?

A Son and His Sunshine

You were nervous. Not the run of the mill, butterflies in your stomach kind of nervous, no, you were down to the bone, ready to run for the hills nervous. You signed up on one of those babysitting sites in the hopes to supplement your income once the summer rolled around, and much to the surprise of your Alpha Chi Omega sister’s and yourself you were hired relatively quick.

The only downside is that it means a summer away from campus; but you refuse to allow that to drag you down, instead you stay true to your optimistic nature and instead decide to embrace the summer with a sense of adventure and hope that the time away will give you some clarity on what you want to do once you finish your last year at CSUS.

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you listen to Jax and Tara bickering back and forth through the walls of Abel room, which seems to be more and more common as of late, and turning you smile at the half asleep little boy. You pull the blankets up and over him making sure he’s in nice and snug.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” you murmur running a hand over his blonde hair, and reaching for the thick book of fairy tales you’ve been reading him you lie next to him, legs crossing at your ankles as Abel curls close to so he can see the colorful pictures that dance on the page. “Once upon a time…”


He wanted to be anywhere else but here. Rolling his head with the hopes of loosening the muscles tightening in his neck he gives a nod to Tara as she heads out the door for work. If there was one thing he hated it’s being on babysitting duty, but given the history that Jax’s little family has he guesses it’s understandable, and with the addition of Thomas, a helping hand is needed to keep things running smoothly for the Teller clan. From what he heard while on the road, Jax and Tara had hired a looker. He hasn’t seen her himself yet, but upon hearing the nursery door open down the hall he licks his lips knowing it wouldn’t be much longer before that particular situation was rectified.

“What if I make some pancakes before we go to the park?” a sleepy voice asks and to which Abel answers in what Happy has come to believe is a new language called toddler babble. She makes a picture stopping short in the entrance of the kitchen her first instinct being to gather Abel up, placing him on her hip. Her hair is disheveled from sleep, eyes zeroing in on him as she takes a subtle step backwards, but he catches the movement.

“Who the hell are you?” she asks calmly, and when Happy doesn’t answer right away he notices the way her eyes flicker to the top drawer of the kitchen counter, the wheels turning in her head.


“There’ll be no need for you to go for the gun Sunshine,” the man’s voice is a thick rasp as he stares at you, and as if to show you he means no harm he pulls up the dark hoodie he’s wearing to reveal a white t-shirt with SAMCRO written across the front. You feel yourself let out a shaky breath as you realize he’s one of Jax’s brothers.

You’ve managed to shock most everyone you’ve met in Charming so far simply by having no qualms about working for the head of an outlaw motorcycle club. To you it’s really no different from Greek life. Sure, the Alpha’s aren’t going around and murdering the Delta’s, or anything like that, but the sense of brotherhood is very much the same.

“I’m sorry,” you laugh as your mood instantly shifts from defensive to friendly. “I’m Y/N by the way,” you offer your name while you put Abel in his high chair being sure to hand him a few of his busy toys. You turn and find the man standing directly behind you. His closeness is almost unnerving, mostly because you find yourself attracted to him, which is just, weird, as he is absolutely nothing like the boys back on Greek row.

“I’m Happy,” he says and for some reason his voice sends a dark thrill through you despite his name catching you completely off guard. Happy? Really? You would have put your money on Grumpy being his name before ever betting on it being Happy.

“Happy?” his name rolls like a question off of your lips and you wince. Good manners have taught you better than that and in disbelief you watch as Happy lifts his sweater and shirt revealing a plethora of happy face tattoos on his stomach and the sight of his smooth, taut skin, has your fingers itching to reach out and touch, and then his name clicks and you offer a sunny smile. “Well Happy, I’m making pancakes, want some?”


It had taken work, talking the pretty little sorority girl out of her panties, and that’s something he’s not really used to. He wouldn’t, and couldn’t lie about the fact that he wanted nothing more than to bend her over Jax’s counter and fuck her mindless from the moment he met her, so when at last it had happened he figured he was just scratching an itch, yet, when he woke up the next morning and found her gone, something inside of him ached.

Which just pissed him off.

So he did what he does best. Buried himself in work and as many crow eaters and sweet butts as he could manage with the hopes of chasing away the memory of being buried inside of her; but it didn’t work. Instead he found himself volunteering more and more often for Teller housesitting duty, especially if it meant he’d get the chance to see her.

Talk to her.

Be around her.

“Damn, did you see the chick who just walked in?” one of the prospects asks nodding his head towards the doors of the TM office forcing Happy out of his thoughts, and when he sees the familiar smile flash he’s on his feet. “What I’d give for a piece of-“ the prospects words trail off on a choke as Happy grabs him by the throat nearly lifting the man off the ground.

“If you value your life you’ll never say another word about Y/N, you won’t so much as look in her direction,” Happy’s voice is a low menacing growl.

“Hey! What the hell is going on here?” Jax calls crossing the parking lot just as Happy lets the prospect go.

“Fucking prospects need to learn to keep their mouths shut,” Happy spits as he starts to walk away.

“What the hell was that?” Jax asks as Chibs and Tig help the young man up from the ground and looking over his shoulder the pieces fall into place as he watches Happy and Y/N talk as she stands with Abel on her hip, and giving a laugh he shakes his head.

“I’ll be damned…looks like our resident Tacoma bad boy has fallen for the nanny…”


You manage to get Abel tucked in bed with little struggle thanks to a full day at the park and when Tara comes home early with Thomas she’s kind enough to give you the night off, which in all honesty you plan to spend taking a bubble bath and trying to find a way to break it to your sisters at CSUS not to mention your parents that you have no intention of returning come fall.

You’ve found yourself not only in love with life in Charming but in love with the family you’ve been so fully welcomed into, and probably more importantly in love with Happy.

You’re not sure when it happened. To be honest, it was purely physical for you at first. He’d been coming around more and more and every time the tension grew by leaps and bounds between the two of you, until finally you gave in to his not so subtle hints. It had been amazing. Thrilling. Even a little scary the way he used your body up until you were almost certain you had nothing else to give only to demand a little more from you.

But after it happened once you thought that was it. So you made a point of getting out of his bed and into your own by the morning after so he wouldn’t assume you were like most of the other women he’s dealt with.

Then, much to your surprise, a comfortable cycle started. Every ten days, when you had a night off you’d sneak off to TM and into his bed where you’d satiate your need for one another and before sunrise you’d slip back into your bed and convince yourself that the growing need to stay in his arms was a temporary feeling and it would go away.

Only it hasn’t gone anywhere. Its only gotten bigger and harder to fight.

The only person you’ve talked to about this with is Tara, who told you outright that while she’d love for you to stay on with the boys, she hates the idea of you leaving college just a year shy of your degree. You don’t know how to explain that in the last couple of months here in Charming you’ve felt more alive than in the years spent at college, or anywhere else for that matter, which leaves you confused and scared and sad.

A knock sounds on your bedroom door and lifting you face you find Happy, no emotion playing on his expression and as much as you try you can’t sum up a smile for him.

“Hey,” you manage a weak greeting and in response he nods as he steps into your room and closes the door behind him.

“Y/N,” your name is a whisper that lingers in the space between you, but something about the energy that usually surrounds him seems off.

“Happy what’s wrong?” you ask coming off the bed but he shakes his head as he steps towards you.

“Sit down,” his words are so sharp that your body instinctively listens as you lower back down onto the foot of the bed. “Shit. Listen, I’m not good at shit like this. I’ve never had to be.”

“I don’t understand…” your words trail off as he gives a growl of frustration dragging his hands over his head.

“If you’d just shut up maybe you would…” there’s very little heat behind his words so you manage to let them just roll off of you as he paces madly in front of you. “I don’t want you to go. I know it’s fucking selfish, and if you want me to I’m sure I could work up to hating myself for asking you to stay, but right now, I just don’t care. These last couple of months with you, it’s like…” his words hit you like a freight train as the weight of what he says settles onto your shoulders.

“Being alive…” you offer, finishing off the thought for him which causes him to freeze mid pace, tense shoulders suddenly relaxing as she crouches in front of you.

“I should have known you’d understand,” he says reaching up to cup your face in his hands. His thumbs rub the tears from your cheeks and letting out a shaky breath you steady your emotions.

“I’m not going anywhere Happy, not until you want me too,” you reassure him and when he offers one of his rare smiles you can’t help but melt just a little bit more.

“If that’s the case, you’re in for a long wait Sunshine,” he says pressing his forehead to yours.



anonymous asked:

Headcanon/Question: Daichi gets a crow tattooed across his back and shoulders and everyone finds out when he changes his shirt in front of the team. But I don't know how they would react. Could you help me? ;)

AAH that’s so cool!

Absolute silence. All eyes are fixed on Daichi’s tattoo and no one says anything as they all try to decide if what they’re seeing is real life. 

Sugawara and Asahi are first to break the silence. “Daichi??” Sugawara squeaks. “When? How?” 

Asahi’s experiencing vertigo because 1) he can’t and doesn’t want to imagine the pain of the tattoo needle; 2) he’s afraid the principal with his scary toupee is going to barge in and see; 3) his friend Daichi has a tattoo. 

Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Hinata have lost all control. They howl and launch themselves at their captain, their eyes having been opened to see a new man, and marvel at the tattoo at close proximity. Nishinoya proclaims that Daichi is the coolest man in the room—in the world. Tanaka apologizes to Noya but he agrees that, yeah, Daichi is probably 2% cooler than Noya at the moment. 

“Maybe I should get a tattoo,” Nishinoya says suddenly, and Hinata squawks even louder. “Like ‘rolling thunder’ across my chest! Or a thunderbolt on my back! That’d be cool, huh?” 

(Tanaka is saying something about getting a crow tattooed across his butt, with the enthusiastic support of Noya and Hinata, but Sugawara smacks him.)

Kageyama awkwardly inches over, craning his neck to get a better look at the tattoo. To outsiders he might look constipated, but his teammates recognize the glow in his eyes and cheeks and how his expression basically screams, Guwaaah! 

(Kageyama doesn’t know it yet, but he wants Daichi to strut into Aoba Jousai shirtless and show Oikawa-san that he’s 100% more badass and scary than him.)

Tsukishima pretends not to be fascinated but he is, and he respects Sawamura Daichi all the more for 1) getting the tattoo because who would have thought respectable Daichi would get something that’s still rather tabooed in society? and 2) withstanding the three hooligans latching onto him. 

Yamaguchi is shy to approach Daichi so he marvels from afar, wondering about the practical things like who’s the artist? Did it hurt? What’s the story behind the tattoo, when did Daichi get it, how long did it take, do his parents know? He wonders how formidable and cool Karasuno as a team would look if everyone got crow-themed tattoos. 


mike, i’m going to grab you a step ladder so you can jump up my butt!

there are a ridiculous amount of russell crowe tweets i would tattoo onto my own body, ie:
• simple facts, i’m not pretty, i’m not your boy, you simpleton. Send me your address so i can visit you and explain my passions
• “bullshit maryam, give it a rest” in fact, i would get that entire exchange tattooed
• thats not a line from gladiator, toolbox
• “i have entered the realm” from that tweet about lego
• that time he got trolled by clickhole
• all those tweets about Huge Jackman being a good valjean, particularly the once about hugh making him cry or whatever
• when he just tweeted the letter “R”
• those tweets from when he replied to that twitter account called “russell crowes butt” or somethibg
• The Hat Saga™