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God knows I need it🙏😩

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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Me after seeing how much folks actually enjoy my work! I know I don't hardly interact enough to show my appreciation but here's this, to show how much I appreciate the reblogs and kind words that follows them!

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A/n: sorry I haven't really been writing recently — oppsie. But here is this! Hopefully it's good and not flaming garbage like I believe it to be (:

Happy lowman x F! Reader

Warnings/disclaimers: Language. Dirty jokes, illusions to the shexy times at the end. Fluff.

Sometimes.....Tig never knew when to shut up, today being one of those days. The BBQ was in full swing, cold beers being passed around, food set out on the picnic tables you forced your boyfriend Happy to drag into the backyard so people could eat while having the beautiful view of the lake that sparkled under the scorching sun. You, alongside the other women that the son's brought with them to this little party you held, wore nothing but bathing suits. Prepared to swim whenever you get too hot. Your lack of clothes though prompted had prompted Tig to — of course — endlessly flirt with you, making comments about how the swim wear you have on hug your body perfectly, showing off how incredibly — in his words, sexy you are. You of course respond with sassy remarks about how he couldn't handle you, that earned you a shit eating grin from the man.

As the laughter and music plays throughout your property, you make your way to the cooler. Bending over to retrieve two beers for Happy and Bobby as requested. As you dig around the cold ice in search of the beverages, you hear a low whistle you just knew belonged to Tig.

“If I knew happy wouldn't kill me, this would be the perfect opportunity to slap you're ass doll” His tone was playful, knowing that not only was his flirting and little comments annoying you, but your old man as well. Tigs favorite pass time was annoying you and Happy.

Standing up straight you turn around to face him, leaning against the picnic table with crossed arms as he grins at you. You held the two beers in your hand and fixated a glare on him.

“Even if happy wouldn't kill you, I would” You retort before making your way back over to Happy and Bobby who sat in two chairs by the lake, watching Tera and Jax play in the shallow part of the lake with their two little boys.

But Tig follows, running his mouth much to your dismay. “Oh c'mon, I'm irresistible” He said trailing behind you, no doubt eyes glued to your ass.

You snort, “You're insufferable is what you are” You can't help but smile at his sarcastic laugh.

“Very funny doll, you're just so hilarious aren't you?” Tig walks to stand in front of you, blocking you. Although you and Tig didn't know it, Happy was glaring daggers into the back of Tigs skull, Bobby almost jumping from his seat to warn Tig that your old man was getting fed up with the blue eyed man following you around all day like a lost puppy. But Bobby excused himself claiming Juice looked like he needed help gathering firewood for the bonfire later.

“Actually I am hilarious, but come on Tig, why don't you invite venus over and annoy her, aren't you two a thing?” You ask him as he simply shrugs.

“She said she was busy and couldn't come, That's why I'm annoying my second favorite girl” He winks at you and you move to push pass him but bumb into someone who you didn't notice behind Tig. Thankfully you didn't drop the beers you held and look up Ready to apologize only for it to die on your tongue as you find the stoic expression of your old man.

Tigs eyes go wide whenever the stoic expression of Happy's morphed into pure frustration, your old man's arm wrapping around your waist pulling you close into his side.

“I was wondering why you were taking so long, should have guessed Trager had something to do with it” Happy growls out while taking the beer from your hand. “I was hoping to spend time with my girl” He glared at Tig whenever he said the last part, clearly fed up with Tigs constant flirting.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Tig takes a step back from you. “I was only spending quality time with my best friend killer, no need to get all jealous —

“I'm not jealous, now beat it before you regret ever looking her way again” Happy's voice was more raspy than usual, a sign he was either beyond the point of being annoyed by Tig or he was getting needy for your special attention.

Tig didn't waste a second before scurrying off to find one of the guys to talk to, Happy placing a kiss on the crown of your head. That was rare for him considering PDA wasn't really his thing. You look up at him and sling a arm over his shoulder and around his neck.

“Well someone is grumpy today” You joke with a small smile, Happy groaning in response. “What's up baby?” You whisper after placing the beer you held on the picnic table you stood by so you can stand in front of him and sling both arms around his neck, prompting him to rest his hands on your hips.

“Just don't like him prancing around eyeing you the way he does, always flirting with you, it pisses me off” Happy told you truthfully, forehead softly falling on yours. He didn't care if you two were standing in the center of a small party were people could see this tender side of the Tacoma killer, he just missed being with you. Something the club has been depriving him of lately, so whenever he saw Tig taking up most of the time he should be spending with his girl? That really got under his skin.

You smile up at him, pulling away and taking his hand in yours to lead him inside the house. Once inside Happy was confused until you started leading him to your bedroom, a grin spreading across his face. You usher him inside the room and close the door, locking it.

“You do realize that no matter what Tig says or does I still think he's a complete dumbass right?” You laugh, Happy joining you as he stood in the middle of the room. You leaning your back against the door. “I'm sorry I haven't really been spending the day with you, but now you have me....” You push yourself off the door and point at the bed, motioning him to sit.

He does so and you stand between his spread legs, hands falling to his knees as you fall to yours in front of him. Looking up at him through your lashes. Happy couldn't deny the way his heart leaps at the realization you, his girl was kneeling before him no doubt about to show him that you... Are truly his, in a way he wouldn't forget.

“Now sit back while I show you who I wanna spend every second of my life with....” With that being said you undo his belt and Happy does as you ask.

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*After a double date and walking home*

Venus: It’s cold out here...

Tig: Oh! Here take my jacket.

Venus: I love you

Y/N: I’m cold too

Happy: Damn Y/N, I can’t control the weather

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Well hell, Considering that the crippling sensation of depression has embraced me...my HC for the boys won't be finished any time soon (got-dang writers block!) BUT I am currently racking my brain for fanfic ideas revolving around my man happy Lowman ; )

I got another HC for Chibs, Juice, Tig and happy in the works! Although this one is full blown NSFW Content ;-) oh lordy forgive me

It should be finished a lot sooner then my other HC took (maybe tonight? Tomorrow?)

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I got another HC for Chibs, Juice, Tig and happy in the works! Although this one is full blown NSFW Content ;-) oh lordy forgive me

It should be finished a lot sooner then my other HC took (maybe tonight? Tomorrow?)

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Me after realizing there is hardly any happy Lowman fics out there......

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if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

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(^o^) my heart feels like a stamped. This man is TOO CUTE

Adorable baby got to meet Tommy!

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SOA Headconnon.

(Chibs, Tig, Juice and happy) Opie jax and clay didn't make the cut pardners.

Synopsis: What dating the boys is like. (Chibs, Tig, Juice and happy only, sorry)

Warnings/disclaimers: Language. Non-graphic mentioned NSFW themes. Angsty themes. Fluffy shit fellers. So with that being said “typed”. This is going below the cut!

Chibs Telford

Dating chibs is a blessing and a curse.

A blessing because he can be so sweet, Heart on his sleeve whenever it’s just you and him.

He literally pulls his bike over if he sees wild flowers he knows you would love, picking them and dropping the vibrant flowers off at your home or work.

The boys often tease him for being a softie for you, But he prides himself for it.

The curse part though….

The croweaters absolutely loathe you because the relationship you and chibs have.

You can’t go to the clubhouse without hearing them whispering your name with venom.

But chibs knows how to make you feel loved, The whispers from the other women forgotten whenever he whisks you away for a night alone.

Lot’s of rides on his bike.

Wearing his leather jacket around the clubhouse to show everyone your his.

Expect this man to Shower you in small gifts.

Especially after arguments, That’s when he really pulls out the extra sweet shit.

Such as:

Chibs knew you were beyond pissed whenever he came home and the front door was locked, The windows as well. Luckily he knew how to break in without having to kick the door in. Whenever he walked into the silent living room he could hear the soft footfalls from upstairs, Knowing you were up there probably preparing for for bed. Creeping up the stairs silently, Chibs slowly pushed the door open seeing you pacing the floor. You were still pissed if the scowl on your face was anything to go by. Chibs sighs and leans on the threshold of the door, Watching you with guilt. He knew the argument was his fault, But in the heat of it he was stubborn and refused to admit it. Walking into the room he uttered your name in a hushed tone, Yet you heard him and curse under your breath.

“What do you want chibs?” You don’t look at him, instead you busy yourself with trying to fix the room you destroyed in a fit of rage.

The Scotsman walked over with his hands behind his back, Hiding what he held from you. “I wan' to apologize for being stubborn” He said while grasping your attention. “Also I have you somethin' ” You turn around and glare at him, It wasn’t as harsh as it once was but still cold enough to make him feel bad for the argument. Knowing how pissed he made you.

“Filip if you think you can use whatever gift you got me to mend this argument then you better get the hell out of here now” You huff, Word’s cold but you were still mad at him. That much obvious to chibs.

Sighing, Chibs slowly holds out his hand, The wild flowers of various kinds on display. You were mad at him, But the defeated look on his face and the small boutique of wild flowers helps ease away the anger and soon being replaced with guilt of your own. Smiling at Chibs you let a small giggle escape your lips.

“I swear you make it impossible to stay mad at Filip, Get the fuck over here” You say and pull him into a hug, Forgiving the man then and there.

Chibs wasn’t one to initiate cuddles.

BUT that doesn’t mean he’s opposed to them either.

He usually waits until your asleep until he ever so gently pulls your back flush against his chest, Large arm slung over your waist as his face nuzzles your neck.

Chibs makes it known to almost every in charming that you are, in his words, “His old lady” and he’d be damned if he ever lost you.

Insufferable. Dating this man is insufferable in the best way possible.

He never misses the chance to slap your ass, Whether it be in the privacy of your home or his dorm, Or in the public eye.

Tig trager

He’s not afraid of some PDA, He will make you sit on his lap and leave hickies on your neck just to show whatever man dared look your way that you were his.

Tigs, Although insufferable can be sweet. He makes it his goal to buy you whatever you want, He even surprises you with beautiful pieces of jewelry. He spoils you.

High sex drive. What’s surprising?

He literally takes you for drives on his bike to beautiful private places just so he can sit on his bike, Back against the handle bars with you riding him. Something he loves doing in his free time.

But he also loves binding you over the seat of his bike and taking you from behind, His hand tangled in your hair as you release a string of curses and moans of his name. 

He likes spoiling you, Like said before. He buys you all sorts of quite Revealing choices of wear. 

Mini skirts, short shorts. Plunging V-necked shirts and tank tops. 

He didn’t mind when you showed off your skin, He enjoyed the sight very much. 

But he also respected when you chose to wear more decent clothes most of the time, The sleazy ones more like a surprise for him.

Dates with him were spent at either the clubhouse bar or some bar out in town. He would occasionally (after chibs talked him into it) take you to restaurants that you liked, Letting you order whatever you wanted.

His flirtatious behavior though get’s him in more trouble then anyone could count, Leading to some angsty arguments with you two.

The party was in full swing at the clubhouse, Everyone in a particularly good mood after a successful deal made for more guns. Although specific details weren’t handed to you when it came to the business, Something your boyfriend tig would rather keep you out of. Speaking of tig though, you spot him by the bar with chibs and Bobby, talking amongst themselves. Chibs offering some blonde chick standing with them a small smile but warning flashing across his face making you a little curious. Shrugging it off, You smile and decide to join tigs side, The night boring without him pestering you with his constant talking and handsy self. Who would have thought you’d miss all that in a matter of minutes?

Once behind him you noticed that he was talking up the blonde chick, Shamelessly flirting with her. Bobby meets your furious gaze and tries nonverbally telling tigs you were behind him so the fool would hopefully close his trap. Luck wasn’t on tigs side tonight as you angrily placed your hands on your hips, Clearing your throat.

“Having a good time over here boys?” You say and the venom laced in it has chibs downing his beer and bidding the men goodnight. Mumbling something about having to talk with jax about something.

Tigs whips around so fast you fear he got whiplash, Bobby now amused at the horrified look on your boyfriend’s face. “Y/N! Baby, I was just getting you a drink” He tried to lie smoothly but you shake your head and ball your fists by your side. Seeing right through it, You knew he loved you, He showed that every day in small simple ways that you adored, But he always done this. Flirt with other women and shower them in his attention. You didn’t mean to be jealous, It wasn’t really that even. It hurt, Seeing and hearing him show and tell other women how gorgeous they were, It made you feel insecure, As if you weren’t enough for him.

You jab a finger at him when he tried explaining himself, The blonde behind him snickering at the scene. That pissed you off more. “Getting me a drink? By flirting with her?!” You scoff and turn around ready to leave the bar, But his large hand delicately grabbed your wrist and made you spin around.

“Shit I’m sorry babe I – I didn’t mean to” He stuttered out with a look of guilt. But you squirm free from his hold and storm out of the clubhouse with a heavy heart. Tig always causing the dull ache to burn your chest with his carelessness.

But he makes it up to you in the sweetest way possible.

Like trying his best to cook your favorite meal and surprise you with the house candle lit and the table fixed up nicely with your favorite flowers placed in the center of it.

Once all is forgiven, He would let you sit in his lap and curled up against his chest while you watch some old film on TV.

Like jax, He wouldn't initiate cuddles but he secretly loved when you cuddled him, Especially when you ran your fingers through his dark curls.

Juice Ortiz

Despite his flirty behavior and insufferable attitude, You loved tigs and he loved you, Even though he was hesitant to say those words back.

Juice wouldn't open up to you about himself much in the early stages of your relationship, He seemed shy, Nervous.

But after a month of dating, He started to be more open.

Juice seeked relationship advice from chibs, Not sure what he was doing and confused about his feelings for you.

Sweet. Absolutely sweet yet distant.

But chibs guided him through it and juice learned that he was indeed in love with you.

Lot's of sweet calls from him if he goes on a particularly long run, Telling you how much he missed you and loved you. Because he dropped the L bomb early into the relationship.

He doesn't really care for going out in public for dates so most the time it's either a picnic in the middle of nowhere or dinner at your house while binge watching shows.

Juice isn't eager to let you ride his bike with him, Afraid you'd fall off and get hurt.

If he did though, He made sure you were safe.

Making sure the helmet was on tightly. Urging you to hold onto him good enough multiple times before slowly driving you through the town of charming.

Overprotective, Like, Really overprotective.

Doesn't let you do anything if he thinks it's dangerous, The boy doesn't like seeing you get hurt.

With that being said, His overprotectiveness starts small arguments between you both.

More like harmless bickering.

Like:

Standing in the kitchen of your small home, You grab a cutting board and a knife, Preparing to cut some onions for the stirr fry you were cooking for yourself and your boyfriend juice. Tonight rare, No club business to attend. Just you and him, Spending the night together.

As soon as the sound of chopping fills the kitchen, Juice rushes in and quite literally takes the knife from you. Confused you look up into the wide brown eye's of the man you love. “Juice, what the hell are you doing?” You placed a hand on your hip and quirk an eyebrow at him.

He shrugs and starts cutting the onions. “Well I felt bad for making you cook dinner for us both by yourself, Thought I'd come in and help you” He shrugs and avoids your suspicious gaze narrowed onto the back of his head as he turned his back to you.

“So this isn't because you heard me using a knife?” You crossed your arms with a knowing look, This not being the first time you and him have danced this little dance.

Sheepishly peeking at you over his shoulder, Juice continued cutting the rest of the onions. “Maybe...” He trailed off, Your huff of frustration at his overprotective behavior caused him to place the knife down and turn around. Leaning on the counter with his hands resting on the top by his sides. “What? You always end up with cuts on you're fingers or hand whenever you have a knife! I don't like seeing you get hurt babe” He exclaims with those adorable eye's begging for this not to end in a argument.

Scoffing, You un-crossed your arms and fixated a stern stare on him. “Everyone get's hurt sometimes Ortiz, That doesn't mean you have to keep a close eye on me or treat me like I'm a baby!” You told him as he simply sighs and averted his eye's to the floor.

“Maybe I just wanted to help you cook! Maybe I wanted to chop the veggies for you!” He argues back as frustration of his own began to build up inside him.

“Maybe I wanted to do it!” You walked up to him, So close that you stood chest-to-chest. Juice looks down at you with an expression of seriousness, You mirroring his expression. But a small smile tugs at his mouth, a laugh threatening to tumble out. You quirk a brow, Curious as to what was funny.

“If you cut the veggies we would end up at the emergency room because you would end up chopping half you're hand off” He snickers, A full laugh finally rumbling through his chest. You couldn't help it, You began laughing as well. Forehead hitting his chest as you both laughed hysterically at his little joke. Although he was overprotective, He was also right. You couldn't look at a knife without cutting yourself by accident.

But sometimes arguments with you and him could get bad, Like him spending the night in his dorm at the clubhouse bad.

Usually he would be at your doorstep with some form of gift with glossy eye's. Apologies flying from his mouth.

The damned puppy dog eye's of his, He made it hard for you to stay made at him.

happy lowmen

Sweetie, A total sweetheart and you are absolutely privileged to be his old lady.

Dating happy is probably the best thing that could ever happen to you, Not only was he sweet with you, But a secret romantic.

Expect lots of roses to be gifted to you while your at work or simply chilling at him. He makes it a habit of having the red flowers shipped to you almost every day.

Like if he saw a little stuffed animal of your favorite kind, He would get it. just sweet simple things like that.

Date nights are spent at his house where he cooks you a big meal and you both eat outside under the stars.

Just like the other guys he showers you in gifts, But the ones happy gets you are more sentimental then anything.

This man loves cuddles, You can't change my mind about that.

Loves being the little spoon, He likes when you hold him, The feeling of your chest pressed against his back comforting.

But he is always open to being the big spoon himself, Holding you close to him just as comforting.

Happy loves when you ride with him, Your arms tightly wrapped around him as he flies down the road making him feel special that you chose him out of all the guys in charming to be with.

When he introduced you to the son's they all started teasing him about how you were to obviously to gorgeous for the older man.

But you always shut them up with a sassy remark or just plain out mouthing off. Either way the understood that you love happy and seeing him act like a complete lovestruck puppy around you made them ease the teasing some.

Although loving and sweet, It's apparent how much of a clean freak he is. You even nicknamed him Mr clean much to his dismay.

Sometimes you accidentally leave dirty dishes in the sink or throw laundry in a heap on the floor to fold later. Both duties forgotten as many other things keep your mind occupied.

Happy isn't very happy whenever he comes home to such things, He doesn't get mad, But it definitely gets under his skin and irritates him.

He huffs, Ignores you, Angrily doing the small chores you forgot himself. He never once raised his voice at you, Something he refused to do, That's why whenever you accidentally frustrated him he chooses to ignore you.

Like:

You have been struggling with house work and general work, Both things piling up and becoming one big jumbled mess. The morning you woke up for work, You noticed happy was still home and cooked him breakfast before he headed out, You had the dishes neatly stacked on the counter ready to be washed. But time spent with happy flew by faster then you thought, Making you four minutes late for work. Quickly shrugging your coat on and rushing out the door, You completely forgot about the two specific duties that set abandoned in the house.

So whenever you came home, Happy's bike in the driveway. You felt joy flutter inside you at the realization he was home, But whenever you walked inside the house you instantly felt the joy being replaced with guilt and fear of the beginning argument that would soon commence. You saw happy in the kitchen washing the dishes, His back facing you while you shrug your coat off and tossed your keys on the sofa. Walking into the kitchen you wrap your arms around his middle, Placing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“I was going to do that after we ate breakfast, But I lost track of time and ended up being late for work” You muttered, The silence you received letting you know he was pissed.

“Go sit down and I'll finish it hap, Then I'll order something for dinner” You said while rubbing his belly through his shirt, But he still doesn't move. His muscles tense. “Please... Mr clean” You try and break the very cold ice.

Happy shrugs you off though and starts rinsing the dishes he had washed, Giving you the silent treatment. You step back and watch him for a moment, Guilty for not keeping them clean. You knew he hated whenever the sink was cluttered.

“C'mon happy, It's not the end of the world because a few pans and plates where sitting in the sink” You lean on the table and crossed your arms, “I was going to clean up whenever I got back home from work” Happy scoffs and picks up a dish towel to dry his hands off, Leaning his back on the sink and looking at you with a blank expression.

“Why not do it as soon as the dishes are dirty?” He asks Finally, The words coming out raspy as his frustrated was crystal clear.

“Because I was late for work! I didn't have enough time to do it this morning hap!” You exclaim while motioning towards the sink. Starting to grow irritated by how he was acting. “I mean -- Jesus christ happy what do you want me to do, Call into work and tell them I won't be coming in because I have to wash dishes or else my boyfriend will be a dick all day?” You huff out angrily, Crossing your arms again as you look away from him, Jaw clenched.

“I'd appreciate them to be clean when I come home so I can at least cook my girl some fucking dinner! But y'know what? fuck it -- I'm going outside to fucking calm down!” He yelled while throwing the dish towel down out of pure rage. He then proceeds to storm outside, placing a toothpick between his lips.

You sigh and rub a hand down your face, Hating whenever you and happy argue. But sometimes he could be a dick, A real major dick. Walk over to the sink and finish washing what little dishes he left, Once their dry and put away. You start preparing him and you something for dinner, Just simple macaroni & cheese and chicken strips. It wasn't anything fancy or special, But you wanted to at least make him dinner after pissing him off unintentionally. It didn't take long until it was all done, You scoop some Mac & cheese into Two plates, Soon placing three chicken strips in each plate and walking outside onto your porch. Happy was in a chair looking out over at the yard, You hand him his plate hoping he'd take it. He did but doesn't look at you, Just held his food. You sat down in a chair beside and find yourself poking around your food rather then eating.

“I'm sorry I yelled” He broke the silence, Looking over at you. “I had a rough today and stupidly enough took it out on you... I'm sorry” He whispers and you forgive him the moment the sad glint swims around in his eye's.

“It's okay hap, I'm sorry I didn't clean the kitchen” You decided to slowly munch on the Mac & cheese.

He smiles a small smile and placed a hand on your thigh, Gently rubbing it. “You didn't need to do it, I was the dumbass who made that mess. Although I don't recall piling a bunch of clothes in the bedroom floor” He jokes. You almost choked on your food as you remember the laundry you needed to fold. About ready to get up to do so, He shakes his head in denial. “We can do that tomorrow, Right now we just need to eat this gourmet meal you made and relax” Happy once again jokes and you giggle at how he described the food. You and him sit outside on the porch eating dinner and laughing about random things, The argument forgotten.

IN CONCLUSION:

Happy is always guilty whenever he does raise his voice.

He also felt bad for making you make dinner and surprises you by folding the laundry early the next morning.

Which you rewarded him with some *coughs* early morning head.

Although he wasn't expecting such a reward, He excepted it graciously.

And he returned the favor like a gentleman.

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I got a Headconnon with little dribbles in it for the son's! Like:

Chibs.

Tigs.

Clay.

Opie.

Jax.

Juice.

Happy.

Because they are my favorite fellers (;

I should be finished writing them either tonight or tomorrow night.

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Filip "Chibs" Telford x F! Reader

Warnings/disclaimers: none other then language. And possible grammar.

Buzzing, Loud laughter echoing off the walls, some rock songs playing quietly in the background were the only things filling your ears as you sat on the stool with the elastic blue gloves on. The tat gun buzzing as you finish up the pinup girl tattoo tigs requested. 

You knew the sons quite well, Ever since opening up your tattoo shop months ago in charming they seemed to always hang around it for two things only. The discount on new ink, And you. You were damn good with a needle and ink, Your artwork breathtaking, Almost the best in charming. Happy would be relieved of tat duty if you kept blowing their minds with your work, Something they often joked about to irk him, And today was one of those days. 

“Damn girl, You know what the fuck you’re doing don’t ya?” Clay praised you whenever he peeked over Tigs shoulder to look at the fresh ink on his calf you just finished. 

“No shit, i didn’t come here for ink but im starting to change my mind” Jax walks over to where tigs laid on the chair, Admiring your work. 

You let out a small laugh and shake your head at the blonde, “Then what did you come here for?” You mused while wiping away the excess ink so tigs can move and let someone else get a new tattoo.  

Tigs chuckles at the bare breast on his new pinup girl tat, Showing the boys with excitement. Jax sits down and takes his shirt off, A beautiful sight indeed but no matter how hard these biker boys flirt with you, Only one caught your eye. Smiling at the mere thought of the certain biker, It was jax’ next words that tore your mind away from him. “Well I came here to see you of course angel” He winks with a smirk, One you rolled your eyes at. 

“You can’t flirt with her lad, Yer a taken man” Chibs buts in with a grin, Just the sound of his voice makes your heart leap. “Besides, She deserves to know wha’ it's like bein’ with a real man” The Scotsman fixated his stunning brown eye’s on you, Grin showing his cute dimples you adored. Oh how you’d give anything to just give in to the desire to be with him, Have the privilege of being his, Him yours. But you knew that all the boys enjoyed the company of women, You feared that if you let yourself love him, He’d break your heart. 

“That’s why she should hang out with me after work” Juice crossed his arms and wiggles his eyebrows at you, Chibs rolling his eye’s at the man.

“Alright boys stop distracting her, She’s gotta focus on the job at hand” Jax said, soon telling you he wanted tara’ name across his heart, Something they both agreed on getting. You smile and get to work after preparing everything. The boys teasing one another about who you should consider hooking up with. Everyone was talking about the topic except for chibs, Who remained silent throughout the time you worked on Jax. 

After you finished and the blonde man seemed pleased, They prepared to leave since tigs and jax only wanted fresh ink. You watched as they pulled on their leather jackets but found a boost of confidence. Standing up you grab the tub of henna and start preparing your tat gun and the dye. “Hey chibs, Come sit down for a moment please” You spoke up, Grasping their attention. 

Confused, Chibs walks over to the chair and sits down. Watching you prepare the gun causes even more confusion. “What do ye think you’re doin’ lass?” He asked with a quirked brow. You only smile to yourself as the tat gun buzzes. 

“Can you handle getting henna on the top of you’re hand big boy?” your words made the others chuckle and snicker amongst themselves. 

“I could get shot in the leg and not even notice it sweetheart” Chibs prides himself on his high pain tolerance. “What the hell you doin’ anyway?” You ignored him, almost giggling when His hand twitched when you grab it and wipe it down with an alcohol wipe, Soon bringing the needle down on the soft flesh of the top of his hand. He watched with an intrigued expression. His brothers all mirroring his look. Once your done, You admire your handy work and put everything away. Chibs looking over the fresh ink with a wide grin. 

“Henna isn’t permanent, It fades away in like, 2 weeks, maybe 4?” You tell him as he stands up and admires his new treasure. You walked over to him and placed a hand on his chest, Smiling up at him. “You don’t have to do anything with it, But i wanted you to know that you are the only one who i want” You spoke in a hushed tone, So only he could hear the words meant for him and him alone. Chibs grins and places his newly tattooed hand over yours, His thumb rubbing over your knuckles. 

“I’d be ignorant if i let this fade without doin’ anthin’ with it” He told you and lifts your hand up to his lips, Placing a kiss into your palm before walking back over to the boys, Who all stared at him with confusion by the moment you and him shared. 

Once outside, Chibs hops on his bike that is parked beside the others. The boys all asked him the same question at once. But clay spoke louder over them all. “C’mon show us what she doodled on you’re hand” Clay smiles while placing his sunglasses on. 

Chibs looks around the boys before looking down at the henna. The numbers staining his hand proudly. He never expected you  would choose him out of the rest, But here he sat with your phone number on his hand feeling like he was on top of the world. Slipping his gloves on, Chibs shakes his head no. “Aye, wouldn' want you lot seeing somethin’ meant for my eye’s only” he laughs when they all groan in frustration at him. But he knew that if they saw your number, they'd all be calling you. So he kept his henna hidden and couldn’t wait for the end of the day whenever he’d call you.

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If I write fics for chibs aka "Filip hot son of a gun Telford" would anyone be interested in reading them? Hell fire even requesting? I'll write whatever people are interested in. Also I would do the other boys as well if you'd like.

Just thought I'd throw this out there.

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