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Such a Daddy’s girl

Imagine you take your baby girl get her ears pierced and Happy freaks out. 

Originally posted by mybrooke

Originally posted by imaginesamcro

Harleen was born on a rainy Sunday morning, during spring time. You were crying from happiness and your heart melted when you saw your Old Man face, smiling down at his precious new born princess. 

Deciding to call her “Harley”, as a pet name, you lived for your little girl. It was both of you first baby; That’s why you thought it was normal for Happy to be this overprotective.

“Poor thing.” Juice had said, three months after she was born. “She’s not gonna date until she’s 55″ You laughed but deep down you knew that could be true. 

You were feeding Harley at the clubhouse, who was dressed in a pink SAMCRO onesie, while Abel looked close, amazed by his new friend. You smiled down at your baby, so concentrated in making sure she didn’t spit the milk out, you didn’t realized when Tara came in, Thomas in her arms.

“Hey, (Y/N).” She greeted. You smiled up at her as she leaned and kissed your cheek, Abel still staring at the baby girl. “Hi, Harley.” Your baby was still asleep on your arms, after you pulled the bottle out of her reach. The boys were on a run as usual, and the house was calmed for a chance. “She’s beautiful.” Tara said, placing Thomas on the ground, letting him crawl. 

“Thank you.” You said placing the bottle on the near table and rocking her in your arms. 

“I wish i had a girl.” Tara said, looking dreamily at your daughter. You nodded.

“Maybe next time.”

She gasped. “Oh no, thank you. These two are a handful, right, Abel?” Abel nodded, not even realizing what the woman were talking about, which led you to a fit of giggles. Tara frowned her eyebrows.

“Hey, (Y/N), you’re not getting her ears pierced?” she asked, making you realize it was true and that your daughter didn’t had her tiny ears pierced. Tara caressed her hair. “I have one of Thomas’s earrings, from when we believed he was going to be a girl.” She offered. “I know a great place, too. They do new born ears.”

“Oh i don’t know..” you said biting your lip. “Shouldn’t i call Happy first?”

“Non sense.” The young mother said, pinching your kids cheek. “It’s a girls thing.” 

Abel caressed her face too, smiling. 

Tara offered herself to drive you to the piercing place. “It’s a routine procedure” She said. “It wouldn’t hurt her, it’s cheap and these…” golden drop earrings resting in her hands. “Will look beautiful in little Harley.” You smiled leaning against the seat, still feeling a little weird. It looked like you were betraying Happy, somehow. 

As you arrived, the feeling in your stomach made you hold it strongly. Abel hopped off the van, you and Tara walking over to the piercing place. The sight was beautiful; SAMCRO’S old ladies and kids walking around Charming without a care in the world. It was like seeing a celebrity. 

“Shit.” You muttered. Tara looked over and bit her lip.

“Shit.” she agreed. It was Bobby, Happy and Tig, standing outside the barber shop, probably waiting on Jax. The blue eyed man took notice of you soon enough. 

“Hey!” He waved. Tara smiled at him, her lips an awkward pose and you couldn’t stand the urge you had to run and hide; Your husband walking towards you. “Hey little man” Tig said, grabbing Thomas from Tara’s arms and bouncing him up and down.

“Bobby!” Abel squealed, reaching out for the man to pick him up. You stand in front of Happy, smiling up at him. 

“Hey.” He greeted, in a dry, unpersonal tone. You knew Happy’s rule. The least you could be seen together, the better, even though, it was no secret you were his wife and the baby you were holding was his. He just didn’t want to see you get hurt. “What are you doing here?”

You turned around to look at Tara, who was there for moral support only. You gulped and decided to go through with it. 

“We came to pierce Harley’s ears.” 

He blinked once, and then again, trying to wrap his mind about it.

“What are you talking about? She’s  a baby.” Happy said looking down at her sleeping figure. 

“Tara gave us some earrings, and i think she would look lovely.” 

“And you came by yourself?” You nodded. “Without telling me?” You nodded again. He sighed and scrapped her scalp. “Are you even sure about this?” You nodded one last time before taking his hand and walking into the piercing place.

“Happy, my man!” Jake, the tattoo artist on the place greeted the second you walked in. Your old man smiled, hugging him and then taking his place back next to you, arm wrapped around your waist. “Mrs. Lowman.” He then noticed the baby. “Harley…” He said pinching his cheek. “What can i do for you?”

“My crazy wife wants to pierce my baby girl ears.”


Jake laughed, nodding and reaching out for the baby. “Come with me.” 

The four of you walked towards a back room, white colored, that smelled like a hospital. Jake placed the baby girl on a small bed and started gathering around his things. You leaned back as Happy sat down on a chair, never taking his eyes off Harley, his leg shaking and jumping up and down. The second he saw the needle get closer to his baby girl and Harley’s face, stunned as she saw the man get closer; He got up, grabbed his baby and left the room, with nothing more than a “Bullshit” behind him.

Jake looked at you. “Would you see that? Tacoma killer…”

You laughed. “She’s Daddy’s girl.”


The Sopranos AU - Carol Two women find themselves in an unexpected love affair in New Jersey. As conventional norms of the mafia subculture challenge their undeniable attraction, an honest story emerges to reveal the resilience of the heart in the face of change. A young woman in her 20s, Adriana La Cerva, is a hostess and dreaming of a more fulfilling life when she meets Carmela, an alluring woman trapped in a loveless, convenient marriage. As an immediate connection sparks between them, the innocence of their first encounter dims and their connection deepens. While Carmela breaks free from the confines of marriage, her husband begins to question her competence as a mother as her involvement with Adriana and close relationship with her best friend Rosalie come to light.

Cheeky girls.

Imagine you work as a make up artist  in Cara Cara, and when SAMCRO pays a visit, your best friend Lyla asks you to join her in a scene. 

Originally posted by imagine-samcro

“You’re getting it in my eye!” Lyla, your best friend laughed as you finished doing her makeup. She pushed you away giggling as you cleaned your hands on the little makeup apron you wore to work. The blonde actress got up, looking at herself in the mirror, wearing nothing but a black lace g-string and a cropped tight white wife beater. Lyla was your best friend since you could remember, that’s why she took you into her house and offered you a job as soon as you graduated from Beauty School, after talking to Luann, of course. You lived together and worked together, you also took care of Piper together; The three of you were a small yet happy family. She was your best friend in the whole wide world.

“How do i look?” She asked you fixing her long eyelashes. 

“Like a porn start.” You joked getting your things in all the right boxers at backstage. She stuck her tongue out at you and laned over, giving you a friendly hug. 

“Okay, let’s go.” She said as you two walked out to the set, watching the crew set everything in order. The set Lyla was going to work today was as simple as you could get it. A big broad bed with white sheets, dim light and a female coworker this time. You sat down, emergency bag on your lap and enjoyed your work, that until a loud series of cheers called your attention, smiling seconds after.

SAMCRO was on the set, as they owned practically the half of it. Your favorite boys in town. Chibs was hugging Luann, as well as Jax, probably sealing some kind of deal; Boss was shaking her head and smiling, kissing everyone’s cheek. You got up and walked over to them, waving at everyone.

“There she is!” Chibs called, embracing you in a father-like hug. “Hi, (Y/N)”

“Hey, Chibbie.” You said and smiled at all of them. “What’s going on?”

“Luann sealed the best deal of her life, “ Jax said. “and we want to stay around a bit, check on the business.”

“Check on the pussy.” Tig stepped in, making everyone laugh. 

“CUT!” Someone yelled, making all the heads turn. Lyla was walking over at you, an awkward expression on her face. You started to shake your head, for you knew that face was trouble. 

“(Y/N)…” she trailed off. You fixed your glasses and bit your lip, willing to listen to her then refusing anyway. “Ima called in sick and you’re only one available…” You eyes started to panic. You? in a lesbian porn scene? with your best friend?

“Lyla…I’m no actress.” You said, looking at the SAMCRO members, all expecting and already giggling. “I’m a makeup artists, and you’re my best friend.” You groaned, frustrated. 

“Look, it wont be for free. They’re gonna pay you, it can be unaccredited.” She grabbed your hand and bit her lip, jumping up and down. “Please, (Y/N), i need the money…” 

You took a deep breath, ready to say that you were going to lend her some but then you heard Juice scoff behind both of you, making you turn around.

“Lyla, i can lend you money, because (Y/N) won’t do it.” You blinked and stared at him.

“Explain yourself, Ortiz.” 

“C’mon…” he said, teasing you by pinching your sides. “You’re a nice girl, really beautiful but…i don’t you have the guts.” This made Tig and Bobby laugh, but what really got you was Jax nodding. 

“You agree?” 

Jax looked at you, sending a smirk in your direction as he lighted a cigarette.

“I think he’s right. You’re absolutely stunning, but, you know, you couldn’t pull it off. You aint about this.”

That was it. You turned around, and walked away, leaving your best friend and SAMCRO standing in the middle of the set.

Half an hour later, you were just finishing your own make up. Bold lips, smokey eyes and fierce eyebrows. You looked down at the outfit under your Cara Cara robe. Black lace boy shorts and a tight, almost transparent black bralet. You sighed and tighten the robe on your body, your bare feet driving you over to where Lyla was sitting, checking her phone with a defeated look. 

You cleared your throat calling her attention. She looked up and then trailed your body, arching an eyebrow. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you let the robe fall, pooling around your ankles. Her look said it all as she stood up, hugging you and jumping around with you in her arms. 

“Thank you so much! Oh my god!” she cheered, letting go off you. “You’re the best, really, I owe you one.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this over with.” You said holding up the script on your hand. You already knew the script, since you’ve helped Lyla to rehearse it tons of times. You both walked into set, hand in hand, making the Sons of Anarchy jaws drop. Tig began whistling, Opie and Happy leaning back on their sits smiling at each other. Bobby laughed and Jax stood there, cigarette in his lips. You winked at him and got on the bed, fixing your hair and listening to Luann’s directions. 

“Alright, girls. It’s a short promo. Basically…” She began, as the rest of the crew oiled your skin and got the scenario ready. “You two make out for a few minutes, do it naturally, please, (Y/N) i know it’s your fist time but try not to look constipated.” You laughed at this and got on your knees on top of the bed. “It will be quick. Thank you so much, babe.” She kissed both of you and went back to her director chair, SAMCRO behind her. 

You filmed a sequence of Lyla leading you to the bed, hand in hand, you grabbing her waist and both falling into bed, giggling and rubbing your noses together. You could see from the corner of your eyes how Tig was having the time of his life, while Chibs gulped down some Bourbon. Lyla was on top of you fixing her hair to a side and arching his back, her ass in full display to the camera. You had the work to role both of you, so now you were on top and facing to the camera. 

Doing it, you faced the camera man, as your bralet fell to the bed, making Juice gasp like a teenager. Lyla’s hand covered your breast in perfect sync, her red painted nail fingers pressing, making you moan out and bite your lip. You had only one line on the whole video, and it was your time. 

 “Want to join us? CaraCara Productions. Making your dreams come true.”  The camera focused on Lyla, the petite blonde sticking her tongue out sexily. 

“Even the dirty ones.” Both of you caressed for a few more seconds, standing up, kneeing on the bed, pressing open mouth, hot wet kisses. 

“And…” Luann said, checking the screen making sure it was alright. “Cut!” You covered your breasts and fell back on the bed, laughing your ass off, same as Lyla. Luann smiled and clapped, the MC loosing it behind her.

“Encore!” Juice demanded. “Oh my god, you deserve a fucking Oscar!” Tig was out of words, adjusting himself.

“I met God today, brother.” He confessed to an inusual absent Happy. Lyla pecked your lips lightly, as a thank you.

“Thank you so much, (Y/N), you’re the best friend ever.” You nodded and got up. 

“Let’s go, i have to make you up for the next one.” You said, walking past SAMCRO swinging your hips on purpose. Jax stood on the door, letting Lyla walk by but moving slowly when it was your turn. You looked at him, his beard covered smirk.

“Nice acting.” He said.

“How you like me now, Pres?” You winked and walked away still giggling.