*** Day 4 ✨ Happy’s voice is one of the most beautiful, sexy sounds there is. Not like y'all didn’t know that. ***
“Hey, you you seen my girl?”
Juice shook his head at Happy, looking around the clubhouse for you but like Hap, he’d come up empty.
“Sorry brother. Last I saw, she was with Gemma in the kitchen.”
Happy growled and kept walking around, searching through the bodies for you. He’s been looking for you for 10 minutes and still hadn’t been able to find you. As his eyes kept raking the crowd, he caught sight of your hair across the way. With pep in his step , he bounded over to you, his jaw clenching as he noticed the new prospect Ryan sitting with you. The prospect that he had caught on multiple occasions staring you down, his eyes glazed over with hunger. The prospect that he’d already warned you to stay away from. Happy pushed his way through people, not bothering to say excuse me. When he finally broke through the crowd and was standing in front of the both of you, it was only then that he realized the prospect had his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, his thumb gently grazing your hair. Happy knew it would’ve been any second that he would’ve made the move and slid his arm down around your shoulders.
Happy’s gravelly voice is what pulled you out of the conversation you were having with Ryan. You smiled immediately as your eyes landed on him but he didn’t return the gesture, his eyes on fire as they stared Ryan down. You stood up and kept your smile, reaching for Happy’s hand to soothe him. You just wanted to diffuse the situation.
You slipped your hand into his but he made no move to hold yours, his fingers staying limp.
“What have I told you about going after my girl?”
You sighed and closed your eyes, knowing there was no way the prospect would get out of this. You knew you should’ve tried to get somewhere else when Ryan had sat next to you but Hap had been too busy talking with his brothers at the bar to pay any attention to you the whole night. Ryan was young and confident, bordering on cocky. He’d made plenty of insinuations that he believed you were too good for Happy and if you were being honestly you really didn’t like the guy. He was just something to pass the time with until Hap noticed you. Ryan didn’t see it that way though. He shrugged and stood as well, his hands hanging loosely at his sides.
“We were just talking. Nothing wrong with having a chat with a friend.”
“I told you to stay away from her.”
“Yeah well, I don’t see a ring on her finger and she doesn’t have your crow either. Is she really even yours? She seems open to me.” Happy’s left hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you to the side while his right swung out, clocking Ryan right in the jaw. The kid dropped down to the floor, unconscious. The people closest to the altercation took a quick glance then went back to their business but Happy’s eyes were trained on you. You felt small under his gaze and immediately looked down to your shoes.
He snorted and you winced, trying to grab for his hand again. He yanked it out of your reach though and instead tightly wrapped his fingers around your forearm, dragging you off through the crowd. You struggled to keep up with him, your feet shuffling quickly to match his angry strides as he pushed past people and made his way toward the dorms. When you finally broke through, he pushed you in front of him towards the door to his room.
You looked back at him to plead your case but his hand reached out and shoved you forward again.
“Now little girl.”
You bit your lip and nodded, grasping the handle and twisting, walking into his dorm. He was right behind you, pushing you once more and slamming the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking and making you gulp. You knew you were in for it now.
As soon as he was facing your again, he stared you down. You hung your head, trying to avoid his eyes but he put a stop to that quickly, grasping your face in his hand, your cheeks squished together as you were forced to look up at him.
“What did I tell you about hanging around that fucking prospect?”
You hesitated for a second but his grip tightening in your cheeks made you speak.
“And what do you do? You go and spend the night with him on the couch, letting him sweet talk you. Letting him think he has a chance with you.”
You don’t get to finish as he’s got his hand around your forearm again, except this time he’s dragging you to the bed. He sat down himself, right on the edge as he reached forward, pulling you to stand between his legs. He wasted no time in sinking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, yanking them both down your legs at once. He left them pooled around your knees and roughly pulled you over his lap. A shiver went down your spine as you knew what what coming next.
“Please daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“It’s too late for that little girl. You should’ve thought about it before you went and disobeyed me.”
You nodded and left it at that. Truth was, you loved Happy’s spankings. They were rough and harsh and caused just the perfect amount of pain to have you soaked with arousal and needing him desperately. You’d actually secretly been hoping to get caught by him tonight in hopes that you would get punished.
A light whimper left your lips as you felt his rough but warm hand slide over the crow tattooed on your lower back then over your ass. He was being gentle but you knew that was all part of the game. He’d be soft and gentle at first, somewhat relaxing you so that the first spank had an even more pronounced effect.
“You’re such a bad fucking girl, entertaining other men. You didn’t even bother telling him you had my crow. You’re mine.”
The gasp ripped through your throat as his hand came down, a loud crack resonating through the room. You caught your lip between your teeth just as the next one came, landing right in the exact same spot. You squirmed around but your jeans formed a restraint in your legs and you couldn’t help but think that that was why Happy had left them on in the first place. His hand ran over the slowly growing red mark and soothed the sting but your mind was focusing on the feel of his cock starting to poke into your tummy as you lay across his lap. It was tough to say who enjoyed these spankings more, you or him. You were betting on yourself though.
His hand came down again and you couldn’t help the low, needy moan that fell from your lips.
You reluctantly shut up but shifted your hips, unable to contain yourself. Happy noticed the movement and slid his hand between your thighs, spreading your legs before sliding a finger between your slick lips.
“You love this shit don’t you?”
You moaned in response but Happy wasn’t having it. His hand slipped down into your hair and he pulled your head back, his voice growling into your ear.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes daddy. I love it.”
With that, he let your hair go and slipped a second finger into you, stretching you.
“If I see you talking to him again…”
“I won’t. I promise.”
You couldn’t see it but he nodded and landed one more smack to your ass before he pulled you to sit up and stand. You looked down at him with desperation, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. He said nothing though, simply stood as well and gripped his kutte, beginning to slid it off of his shoulders.
“On the bed. Hands and knees, little girl.”
You grinned and nodded, pulling off your pants the rest of the way and climbing on the bed.
Tumblr: hey we saw you having a good time and we just wanted to let you know your fave once spilled apple juice on this girls head when he was in kindergarten during play time, so just know he is a piece of shit !
When I was still super new I had a costumer ask what kind of juices we have, and this is a common question bc my manager makes me ask “can I start you guys off with some coffee or juice” and bc I’m a hostess and not a server (at the restaurant I work hosts have to take drink orders idk it’s weird) I didn’t know the menu at all and hadn’t gotten around to memorizing much. So I tell this costumer “all of our drinks are listed right on the back of our menu, I don’t have all our juices in my head so I might miss one”
This customer immediately starts screaming about how she wants to see my manager and how rude was that and she wants a new server (in case you didn’t know by the very different uniform I’m not your fucking server)
This bitch got me written up on my fourth day bc I didn’t tell her what juices we have
You asked softly, looking up into the eyes of the man that she loved. Juice shook his head with a soft smile.
“You’re making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be. I’ll be back in several weeks.”
Juice whispered softly, kissing her on the cheek. She gave a deep frown, he wasn’t allowing her to go with him on this one this time.
“But – I wanna go with you.”
She whined. Juice could only smile more. But he knew that she would be both a distraction and in danger this time. It was serious Club business and he couldn’t risk putting her in danger. Which was why he had to ride so far and so long, to keep her safe.
“Come back safe, daddy?”
She asked a small smile on her lips. Juice couldn’t help but chuckle as he gave a kiss to her lips this time.
[ Request: Imagine you’re deaf and a little sister to Jax and Opie. One day, Juice approached you and tried to talk to you, but he got stressed because he doesn’t know sign language. The guys starts teasing him, but at the end they helped him. ] - [[I ended this super cheesy because I just think Juice is the most precious thing who deserves endless happiness. ☺️]]
Juice was standing behind you as you sat in the Sons clubhouse, your nose buried in a book. You were oblivious, of course. You couldn’t hear him walk up, and he was just out of your line of vision. You had no idea he was standing behind you, trying his best to strike up a conversation with you.
“She’s deaf, idiot.” Tig stated with a roll of his eyes.
“Right.” Juice nodded his head. “Yeah.” He had been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for months now. He finally decided to take the plunge and strike up a casual conversation. He was so nervous, obsessing over the perfect thing to say to you, that he had completely forgotten you were deaf.
He stood behind you, continuing to nod his head.
“That means she can’t hear you,” Tig said, speaking slower than normal and pointing to his ears to poke fun at Juice’s mistake.
“Yeah.” Juice nodded his head. “I know what it means.”
“Why are you so tweaked?” Tig asked, taking a bite of his apple. He carefully watched Juice, who was still standing behind your seat, looking nervously back and forth between you and Tig. “Oh, my god,” Tig mumbled, his face spreading into a knowing grin. “You got a thing for her!”
“I do not!” Juice defended, his cheeks turning red.
“You do!” Tig cackled, “You got a thing for the deaf girl!”
“She’s not just a deaf girl,” Juice mumbled, his cheeks growing redder by the second.
“I know, I know.” Tig took another bite of his apple. “You gonna talk to her or what?”
“I- I don’t know,” Juice shrugged. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Aw, don’t be a pussy. Go talk to her, man!”
“Talk to who?” Jax asked, walking up to Tig and Juice.
Juice’s eyes widened and he started fidgeting nervously. “Oh, uh, nobody.”
“Juicy’s got a thing for Y/N over there,” Tig answered, grinning wide.
Jax turned to Juice, an amused grin spread across his own face now. “Is that so?”
“I, uh - I don’t know what’s he’s -” Juice sighed loudly. He knew there was no point in lying to his brothers. They had already figured it out anyway. He nodded his head. “Yeah. I got a thing for her.”
Jax laughed and glanced over at you. You were still reading, oblivious to the conversation being held just a few feet behind you. You had grown up around Jax and Opie. You were three years younger, so they had always been a little over-protective of you. They both loved you and treated you like a kid sister, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jax turned his attention back to Juice. “You should go talk to her.”
Juice looked up, a surprised look on his face. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Jax answered with a nod. He looked back over your way and smiled. “I think you should.”
Juice didn’t know, but you had been harboring a crush on him for months too. You didn’t pursue it, though. You figured a guy like Juice wouldn’t be interested in a girl like you. So you kept it to yourself. Or at least you had tried to. Jax and Opie figured it out pretty quickly, and they hadn’t let you live it down since. You had a crush on a guy with a faux-hawk and scalp tattoos, and Jax and Opie thought that was hilarious.
Juice nodded his head again, clearly nervous. He walked towards you, taking a deep breath and reminding himself to calm down.
“Try to make sure she actually sees you this time!” Tig called, howling with laughter.
“Shut up!” Juice called back, shaking his head.
He stepped in front of you and tapped you on your shoulder. You looked up from your book to see Juice standing directly in front of you, a nervous little smile spread across his cheeks. “Hey.” He was rocking back and forth on the heel of his boots, his hands shaking ever so slightly. You smiled. It was endearing.
“Hey,” you said with a smile.
He began talking to you, but his nerves got the best of him. He was speaking too fast for you to read his lips. You had no idea what he was saying to you.
You shook your head and furrowed your brows. “I can’t - “ you motioned to his lips.
“What?” he blurted. He glanced over at Jax, a visible sign of distress. He was blowing his shot with you, big time.
“You’re talking too fast,” Jax explained. “She can’t read your lips.”
Juice nodded his head. “Yeah. Okay.” He turned back to you, swallowing hard. He knew he had to calm down, or he was going to lose his chance with you. He began talking again, but you still couldn’t make out what he was saying. You turned to Jax.
“He’s from Queens,” Jax told you, shaking his head and laughing. “He doesn’t know how to talk slow.”
You looked at Juice. “It’s okay,” you told him with a smile. You stood, placing your book on the arm of the chair you had been sitting in, and walked outside for some fresh air. You had no idea Juice was trying to flirt with you, and you had no idea just how nervous he was.
“Shit!” Juice ran his hand over the top of his head. He raised his arm and motioned to the door. “It’s official. She hates me.”
Jax and Tig exchanged glances. Both men broke out into laughter.
“Dude, you just gotta slow it down,” Jax told him.
“I didn’t even know your little pea-sized brain could work that fast,” Tig added.
“That was a wreck, Juicy,” Chibs stated, walking up to join his brothers. Juice hadn’t even known Chibs had been watching. He looked around to make sure none of the other guys had witnessed his failure.
“What am I gonna do?” Juice groaned, glancing out the window at you.
Chibs slapped Juice on the back. “We’ll help you, brother.”
You felt a finger tap you lightly on your shoulder. You smiled. You already knew exactly who it was standing behind you. You turned in your seat. Juice was standing behind you, a wide child-like grin on his face. He began moving his hands. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and your smile grew wider. He was using sign language. He had learned it just for you.
“I learned sign language,” he stated, signing along as he spoke. He shrugged and flashed you a hopeful smile. He was waiting for your approval. You nodded your head, urging him to continue. “I wanted to talk to you,” he explained. You nodded your head again. “I like you,” he said, but his signing wasn’t quite right. You just blinked at him. Juice bit his lip, now flustered. “I, uh - shit. I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’m not sure how to - I just, I like you. I don’t know how to sign that.”
You laughed lightly and placed a hand on his cheek. “I like you too, Juice.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “You can understand me?”
You nodded your head and laughed. “Yeah. When you’re not talking 100 miles an hour.”
Juice took a deep breath and let it out as relief washed over him. He bit his lip and grinned back at you. “Good.”
He leaned over suddenly and placed a kiss on your cheek. You grabbed his face, flashed him a big smile, and pressed your lips to his.
i have a habit of creating random rough sketches of comic pages then ditching them then going back at them after like a month and it ends up piling in my folders. This one was when the Bad End Friends AU was so popular and one and a half year ago me still had those creative juices flowing in her head and wrote down an entire random plot at 3 am in the morning
would anyone be interested to read it even though its rough sketch///3///
“Yes, love?” Harry’s call back to you from his office is
exasperated and you roll your eyes.
“You’ve got nothing to eat, you know.”
You listen to the faint clatter of a pair of headphones
being tossed down and you sigh under your breath and count to three before you
hear the inevitable, “What?”
“You have nothing
to eat,” you repeat as he rounds the
corner into the kitchen.
“S’not true,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “Juice in the
fridge, pasta in the cupboard, and takeaway on the phone.”
You balk at him.
“Is that why we’ve not been home as much this week?” you ask
him suspiciously. Harry has been shuffling over to your flat more since a week
and a half ago, claiming you hardly ever saw it and that he’d left one thing or
another there. You’d not taken issue at the time (although your bed in this
flat is more comfortable), but now
“It helped,” Harry admits sheepishly and you scowl. “Don’t
be tha’ way, love!” he attempts to defend himself. “You know I wanted to see
you both first and foremost!”
“Mmm,” you hum dryly while grabbing a notepad and pen from
inside a drawer in the counter.
Imagine being with Juice and having to leave him and then finding him again 5 years later
The whole club fell silent at this point. The boys and Gemma looked between Juice and I. We didn’t speak just stared at each other.
“You know each other?” Gemma asked as she put one hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at us. Juice shook his head and broke eye contact with me to look at Rosie.
“Yes.” I answered Gemma softly.
“She’s… she’s your daughter…” Juice said quietly. He looked back at me and stood up suddenly. “She’s your daughter!”
“Juice no… It’s not like that!” I said as I realized he thought I cheated on him.
“Don’t lie to me!” He yelled. I flinched. “Why else would you have left?” He started to walk back towards the dorm. Rosie was looking at me with wide eyes and I sighed. I didn’t want to do this this way.
“She’s yours!” I yelled at his back. He froze and his head turned slightly.
“What?” He asked as he turned around to face me.
“You’re her dad, Juice.” I said and then looked at Rosie. She was looking at me with wide eyes and tears started to form in my eyes. I looked back at Juice who was staring at me. “She is yours.”
I was suddenly reminded that there was other people in the room when a blond guy cleared his throat.
“Um let’s give them some privacy.” He said and headed towards the exit. Everyone followed him out and all that was left was Juice, Rosie, and me. Juice was looking at Rosie.
“I’m sorry… that I accused you.” He said while not looking at me.
“It’s alright. I understand.” I said.
“Mommy…” Rosie called softly.
“Yes baby?” I looked over at her.
“Is he really my daddy?” She asked.
“Yeah babygirl he is.” I nodded. She looked at him.
“Daddy?” She asked softly. Juice’s eyes widened and I saw him start to tear up.
“Yeah?” He said softly.
“Is that you?” She pointed to a picture on the wall and I almost started laughing as I realized that it was a mugshot.
“Yes.” He chuckles. She looks at it and back to him.
“Can I see more pictures daddy?” She asked. He stuttered and looked at me.
“She likes looking through photo albums.” I told him and he nodded.
“Well um I would have to find them.” He said to her.
“Okay.” She nodded at him and I smiled.
“Juice?” I asked softly. He tore his eyes away from our daughter and looked at me.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Do you think Gemma could watch over Rosie? I think that we should talk.” I told him.
“Yeah we do. I’ll go ask her, just wait here.” He said. He went out the front door of the clubhouse and I went over to Rosie.
“Hey babygirl, is it okay if mommy and daddy talk for a little bit?” I asked her as I sat down next to her.
“That’s fine mommy. Does daddy like me?” She looked up at me.
“Oh baby, of course he does. He’s just a little surprised. Remember I told you he didn’t know about you before today.” I told her and she nodded. We started talking about random things and after a couple minutes Juice came back in with Gemma.
“Hi sweetheart are you ready to come hang out with me while your mommy and daddy talk?” Gemma asked as she held out her hand to Rosie. Rosie smiles and takes her hand. Rosie gets off the couch and Gemma and her head out of the clubhouse. I bit my lower lip nervously as they left and looked down at my hands. Juice sighed and sat down across from me.
“Why did you leave? I can see that Rosie is definitely mine so I just don’t understand why you took my daughter away from me. Did you think I wouldn’t love you or her?” Juice asked. I looked up at him.
“I didn’t know I was pregnant until I had already been gone for about 2 weeks.” I told him truthfully.
“Then… why? Did you not love me anymore?” He asked while looking confused. I looked back down at my hands and shut my eyes tightly.
“I can’t tell you Juice.” I told him quietly. I heard him sigh and he took a deep breath.
“Then tell me why you’re here.” He told me. I took a deep breath to try and keep myself from crying. I looked up at him.
“I need you to take Rosie for a little while.” My voice broke halfway through my sentence. He looked at me in shock.
“What?” He asked.
“I know that you have no reason to do this but please! She can not be with me right now.” I begged.
“First you abandon me and now you are trying to abandon our daughter.” He asked as he started to get angry.
“No Juice that isn’t it.” I stood up and took his hand. He ripped his hand away from me.
“Then what is it? Because that’s the way it sounds!” He asked as he started breathing heavy.
“I can’t…” I started but was cut off by him.
“Don’t give me that you can’t tell me bullshit!” He yelled.
“She’ll get hurt!” I yelled back.
“What?” He stopped glaring at me.
“I’m in a bad situation right now and if she stays with me, she’s going to be hurt. I will lose my mind if she gets hurt Juice… If either of you get hurt.” I said the last part softly and looked down at my feet.
“What situation? I can keep you safe, I can keep both of you safe.” Juice cupped my cheek gently and lifted my head up to look him in the eyes. I shook my head and my tears fell.
“It’s not your problem Juice. I just need you to take care of her, please! Please just promise me you will take care of her.” I said desperately.
“Of course I’ll take care of her. Stay though! I still love you.” He admitted.
“You still love me? Even after everything?” I looked at him in surprise.
“I’ll always love you. You’re my girl… My old lady.” He smiled at the end and let out a chuckle when I looked at him confused.
“Old lady?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s a club thing.” He said and traced my lower lip slowly. “Do you still love me?”
“Yes…” I told him softly. “I never stopped.” He brought his lips down to mine and kissed me as if I was going to disappear any second. I made a small noise in the back of my throat and pulled him closer by his cut. He moved his hand from my cheek to my hair and tangled his fingers in it. I don’t know how long we stayed like that but we only pulled apart when it became difficult to breathe. He didn’t pull away too far and placed his forehead against mine.
“Don’t leave me again.” He said.
“I already told Rosie that I’m going away for work. Just stick to that story.” I told him. He sighed and closed his eyes. He took in a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at me again.
“Fine…” He eventually said.
“She’s going to be safe with you right?” I asked, just needing to hear him say yes.
“She’ll be safe with me. The club and I will take care of her.” He told me. “How long are you going to be gone?”
“I have all of her important documents with my stuff that I’ll give you.” I said while ignoring his question. I pulled away from him and started walking towards the door.
“Y/N, how long will you be gone?” He grabbed my hand softly and turned me towards him. “Are you even coming back?”
“I don’t know.” I said.
“Okay…” He sighed in frustration. “Can you at least answer one question for me?”
“Possibly it depends on what it is.” I told him.
“Why the name Rosie?” He asked.
“Rosie is a nickname. Her actually name is Rosita like your grandma. We both loved your grandma, she was the only family that gave a crap about us and she wasn’t even my family.” I told him as I pulled my hand away and walked out the door. I found Rosie in Gemma’s office. She was with Gemma and a couple of the guys. The blond one, the one with the scars and the scottish accent, and the one with white hair.
“Did you guys work things out?” Gemma asked.
“We came to an agreement.” Juice said from behind me.
“Good.” Gemma nodded. “So know that we know that you two are family, you guys are coming to family dinner tomorrow night.”
“Thank you Gemma but I can’t go. I have to leave tomorrow for work but I’m sure Rosie would be very happy to join you.” I told her.
“Oh well alright. You’ll have to join us when you get back.” Gemma said. I swallowed and smiled at her.
“Yes definitely.” I said.
“Clay do you mind if I take the rest of the day off? I just want to get my girls settled for the night.” Juice asked.
“Yeah that’s fine Juice.” The white haired one said.
“Do you need any help Juicey boy?” The scottish one asked.
“I don’t think so Chibs but if that changes, I’ll give you a call.” Juice said.
“Aye brother anything you need.” Chibs nodded.
“Actually you boys feel up for a shopping trip?” Juice asked and I looked back at him confused.
“Shopping for what?” I asked.
“If Rosie is staying with me then she needs to have her own room and her own things.” Juice smiled at Rosie. “Ain’t that right princess?” She giggled and nodded.
“Guess we’re going shopping then. I’ll round up the boys, we can make this a family outing.” The blonde said and got up.
“Thanks Jax.” Juice said. Jax gave him a half hug and a slap on the back and then walked out the door. I went over and picked up Rosie. I looked at Juice.
“Lead the way.” I smiled.
~This one is a little long but the next part is going to be very cute. You’ll get to see Daddy Juice, which is a thing my heart lives for, and the crazy Sons being Uncles. Feedback is great!~
*** This will probably turn into a little bit of a series. 💕 It won’t be very long (not like The Hills) but it’s going to follow what’s happens when after Juice heads back to Charming, which is where this pick up.***
“So Juicy found a girlfriend huh? You should’ve brought her back."
Juice rolled his eyes as his brothers teased him. When they’re gotten back home a couple of hours late, they’d wondered why and Jax had let it slip about you. Now they were all taking the piss out of him but Tig was just interested in why Juice hadn’t taken you to Charming.
"I actually asked her. She’s got her life over there though. Her job, her home, her friends. She said she didn’t know, can’t blame her. She said she’d let me know if anything changed but I doubt I’ll ever hear from her again."
Juice laughed lightly but even he could hear the disappointment in his voice. Everyone else had pretty much let the topic drop but Tig was still adamant on finding out more about you. Juice never really got involved with women. He pretty much stuck to croweaters and that was it, so Tig knew there must’ve been something different about you that had hooked him.
"What’s she like?"
The smile that spread across his face gave away just how much he was into you.
"She’s awesome. Really nice, laid back. She’s friendly but has a good sense of humor and god she’s gorgeous. She’s so beautiful. Her eyes look like they’re staring into your soul, like you can’t lie to her ya know. And she always wears that cherry red lipstick that stays on the whole night, makes her lips look so perfect. And her hair is so soft and silky and her skin is just…"
Juice broke off as he fell into a reverie of your night together. It was almost as if he could feel the smoothness of your skin against his again and could recall every littl think about you. Any and all of the beauty marks you had, the sound of your laugh. His daydreaming was cut short by Tig’s brute curiosity.
"Did you fuck her?”
Juice snorted and nodded after a second.
"Yeah. I did.”
"How good was she?“
Juice patted Tig on the shoulder with a cocky smirk and stood up from the stool, ready to turn in for the night.
"I ain’t telling.”
"What do you mean I’m fired?“
"I’m sorry honey. We’re just not pulling in the numbers we used to. It’s not personal, I’m letting go 6 other girls too. You’ll have your 2 weeks and I’m putting out references for you guys but we just can’t afford it any more. I’m sorry."
You stayed looking at your boss with your mouth slightly open. You weren’t being cocky, but you were one of their best girls. You knew that. You pulled your weight and half of the other girls’ sometimes. He looked at you with sympathy and clasped his hands together.
"Again. I’m really sorry kid. I’ll help you with whatever you need, references or making some calls. You just let me know."
You nodded and slowly stood up from the chair across from his desk, sliding your purse up on your shoulder and heading over to door. You didn’t say anything else and left, the warm Vegas night air filling your lungs as started your walk to your car. Your head was still spinning, wondering where you were going to get another job at. The summer was now over and Vegas wasn’t nearly as popular in the fall. Barely anyone was hiring in these parts come September and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to snag a position before your two weeks were up. As you sat in your car, you found yourself driving around aimlessly and thinking about what your future held. Maybe you just might take a drive over to Cali and see what all the fuss was about.
[[ Request: imagine with Happy sexting you while he is in the club with the guys & they see Happy’s reactions ]]
“Hey, we got Church,” Juice announced, nodding his head towards the heavy wooden doors of the Chapel.
Jax sat in his seat at the head of the table, a serious look on his face as he watched all the Sons take their seats.
Happy took his seat at the table, fully intending to pay attention to this club meeting just like he always did. But you had other plans for him in mind. He had just gotten comfortable in his seat when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He ignored it. Club business was more important than whatever text he had just gotten. It could wait.
Jax took in a deep breath and glanced around the room at all his brothers. “I got somethin’ I need to discuss with all of you.”
Happy’s phone vibrated again in his pocket, but he continued to ignore it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on. What if it was you? What if you needed him? He was tempted to check it, but he knew if you were really in trouble, you would call. Besides, you could handle yourself just fine.
The guys all exchanged glances, everyone wondering what Jax needed to discuss with the club. Things with the club had been running relatively smoothly for a change. They all wondered what kind of hell could have broken loose now.
“Everything okay, brother?” Tig asked, a concerned look on his face.
Happy’s phone vibrated two more times, and he decided he couldn’t stand not knowing any longer. He pulled his phone from his pocket. Of course, every text was from you. He began reading the texts, and he got way more than he bargained for. You weren’t in trouble at all. You were just up to no good, causing your own kind of trouble, and Happy was loving it. A grin spread on his face as he read your messages, every little detail of what you were planning to do to him when he got home described in the most perfect ways. He felt his pants tighten a bit as he read your texts. He couldn’t wait for this meeting to be over so he could get home to you.
Jax nodded his head at Tig, but his face was still serious. “I just wanted to thank you. For sticking by me. Helping me see all this shit through.” He looked around the room. He shook his head. “I couldn’t ask for anything more. I just want you guys to know how much I love every one of you.”
Tig and Chibs exchanged glances. Juice nodded his head as he listened.
Bobby smiled. “Anything you need, brother. We’re here.”
But Happy hadn’t heard a word. You were telling him what you were wearing - or rather, what you weren’t wearing. All he could focus on was you and the fact that you were at home lying naked in your bed and waiting for him.
Juice had taken notice of what was going on with Happy. He watched as Happy’s mouth opened and his eyebrows raised. Happy bit his lip, completely unaware that he was making facial expressions or that anyone else had noticed. Juice shifted his eyes to Chibs, motioning for him to look at Hap. Chibs looked over, his eyebrows knit as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on with Happy.
Jax nodded his head. “Thank you.” He took in a deep breath, a smile now spreading on his face. “We got another issue to discuss,” he continued, “As you all know, Ratboy’s year is almost up.” The entire room erupted in a chorus of joking groans and loud exclamations of protest. Everybody loved Ratboy, but they really loved giving him a hard time. “I think he’s done an excellent job. Really proved himself to the club this year. I say it’s time for a vote.” Jax looked around as the other men nodded their heads in agreement. “Yay.”
The men spoke their vote, moving around the table until finally it was Happy’s turn. But Happy hadn’t noticed it was his turn. Hell, he didn’t even know they were taking vote. You had started sending him pictures of yourself, and he had already mentally checked out of this club meeting the second he saw your first text.
Jax glanced to Happy, giving him a curious look. “Yo, Hap, yea or nay?”
By now, everyone else had noticed Happy’s weird behavior. The guys all exchanged amused glances, wondering what had gotten into him. He was always the first to be involved in any club business, and now he was totally spacing out at a meeting. He had a mischievous smile on his face, and everyone wondered what had him so strung out.
Jax gave Tig a look, motioning towards Happy. Tig leaned over, trying to get a peak at what Happy was staring at that had him so absorbed. Tig sat back in his seat, his eyebrows raised and a devilish grin spread across his face. “Old lady’s sexting him,” he announced. “Sendin’ pictures and everything.”
Jax’s face spread into an amused, unbelieving grin. He let out a laugh and shook his head.
“Happy!” Chibs shouted, grinning as he exchanged a look with Jax and Tig. They were all getting a kick out of this, and they had no intentions of letting Happy live it down any time soon.
“What?” Happy blurted, Chibs’ voice breaking him out of his thoughts. He had been so preoccupied throughout the entire meeting so far, he hadn’t taken notice of anything going on around him. You were too tempting, telling him all the unspeakable things you were going to do to him and that you wanted him to do to you. All he could think about was your lips and how he wanted them pressed to his skin. All he could think about was the way you touched him, how it set every nerve in his body on fire. All he could picture was you. He didn’t want to admit it to Jax, but he didn’t even know what the guys were talking about. You were making it way too difficult for him to focus on anything else.
“We were takin’ a vote, brother,” Tig told him. “Patching in Ratboy.”
“Oh, uh,” Happy nodded his head quickly. “Yeah.”
Jax shook his head and watched Happy with a smirk. “Go get him.”
Juice walked out of the room to retrieve Ratboy and tell him the good news. But you had already started sending your old man even more texts. He squirmed in his seat as he pants grew tighter. Tig and Chibs exchanged glances, both trying to hold back the laughter begging to escape.
“Shit,” Happy mumbled to himself. He glanced impatiently around the room. This meeting was taking too long, and you were threatening to get things started without him. And that was just not something he was willing to miss.
“Rat,” Jax told him as he walked in the room, a stern look on his face. “Take off your cut.”
Ratboy’s eyes widened. Happy rolled his. Ratboy took off his cut and placed it on the table.
“Remove the prospect patch,” Jax growled.
Ratboy swallowed hard and did as he was told. Happy swallowed hard too, but for an entirely different reason. You had sent him another picture, and he was trying his best to control himself.
“You’re a Son now,” Jax told him with a grin, throwing Ratboy’s new patches at him. Ratboy let out a sigh of relief as the guys all swarmed him, issuing him congratulations and shouts of approval.
Happy remained in his seat, his eyes glued to his phone. You had just sent him another text threatening to start without him, and he had had enough. He cleared his throat. “We done, boss?” he asked, practically springing up from his seat at the heavy wooden table.
Jax smirked. “Yeah.” He exchanged glances with several of the other guys in the room. “We’re done.”
Happy headed straight for the door, making a beeline for his bike. He had to get home to you, and fast.
“She’s one fine piece of ass, isn’t she?” Kozik smiled and slapped Juice on the back of his shoulder when he caught his brother staring at you from across the clubhouse. Juice jumped, twisting his head around to see who had caught him staring.
“Yeah.” He agreed, relaxing when he discovered you hadn’t caught onto him staring. Instead of taking the empty seat next to Juice, Kozik kept walking towards you. “What are you doing?”
“Asking her out.”
Juice leapt off of his chair to grab the back of Kozik’s kutte to stop him. “I was going to ask her out.” Kozik shrugged himself out of Juice’s grasp and straightened out his leather vest with a snap of his wrists.
“Not if I get to her first.” He challenged. Quickly he turned towards you, Juice tearing along right on his heels.