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“A GOD’S GIFT”.

HAPPY LOWMAN X READER

Prompt 54 requested by @HOOOLI13 and an anon. “She’s my girl”. “I’m what?”

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

WARNINGS: Smutt and fluffy Happy.

AUTHOR COMMENTS: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. The gif isn’t mine.

Tag list: @STARRYNITE7114 @CHIBSYTELFORD @DAZZLEDAMAZON @MARA-MPOU @SAMMSKELLINGTON 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

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🥰 = fluff

😕 = angst

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Eddie Munson

It Started With A Whisper - Eddie x metalhead cheerleader series 🌶🥰😕

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7

Matching Tattoos - Eddie x fem best friend 🌶🥰

Part 1/Part 2

Joseph Quinn

Through The Years- As Joe's long term girlfriend, you reflect on your relationship throughout the years. 🌶🥰😕

Events

Hoevember/Dickcember masterlist

Kat's 1.3k fluff and angst event masterlist

Drabbles/one shots

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It’s me

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No Good People.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Mention of abuse, angst, fluffy Dixon, Language, mention of blood…it’s the walking dead…

Word Count: 4,433

Author’s Note: Requests are open! This amazing blogger, @sourwolf-sterek32 requested this!

“Please! They’re coming, help me! Help me, please!” You frantically ran up to a small group, they pulled out their weapons, ready to kill. A man held out his arms, grabbing your shoulders trying to calm you down.

“Hey, breathe! Who is coming?” He looked at you in the eye, “Who are you?” He raised his hand to his people, silently ordering them to stand down.

“Walkers, please, they’re coming. I don’t have anything. Please.” Your head whipped around, looking for the horde you ‘tried’ to escape…

“You are safe. We can help you.” He let go of you, “What’s your name?”

You took a deep breath, knowing what was soon to come, “Y/N.” Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, “And I’m sorry.”

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Keep Your Eyes On Me

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 2,215

Warnings: small mention of blood…its the walking dead…

Author’s Note: Requests are open! The amazing @sourwolf-sterek32 had requested this writing from the prompt list; “Keep your eyes on me.”

The group slowly walked along the abandoned road, their pace just enough to place them a few yards away from the horde that was forming behind them. Daryl had been silent, more so than he was usually.

“It’s been three weeks since Atlanta. I know you lost something back there.” Rick stated, walking alongside Daryl, Judith strapped to his chest.

Daryl remained silent, not wanting to think about it, his eyes steadily focused straight forward.

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What I’m Searching For

Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, Angst

Author’s Note: SCREAMING congratulations to my friend Bee, @negans-lucille-tblr, on surpassing 2k! You are amazingly talented and beautiful! I chose prompt 17 with Frank Castle, the prompt will be in bold text below. My requests close on September 1st, 2019! Let me know what you think about my writing and if you want to be added to any tag lists!

The Punisher tags: @baseballbitch116 // @suchatinyinfinity

Everything tags: @negans-lucille-tblr

A light haze settled down on the road outside of your window, the cold metal of your fire escape glistened in the yellow streetlight, still damp from the rain. You anxiously nipped at your thumb nail and bounced your knee rapidly, hearing the endless ticking from the clock ringing in your ears.

Your eyes glazed over and never left the small green numbers on the microwave in your kitchen, the time dragging on agonizingly slow. You bowed your head and laced your hands together on your neck and took a deep breath.

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Let’s Ride ‘til We Die

Happy x Reader

Word Count: 7,200

Warnings: Language, injury, mention of blood

Author’s Note: @cole-winchester this is my entry for your writing challenge. I chose the prompts 55, 95 and 98; they will be bolded in the writing below. Requests are open! This is my first actual Son’s of Anarchy fic so take it easy on me please. 

“Sis, we’re going to need you to stay back; keep TM running and the prospects in check.” Your older brother, Jax said from across the table, taking a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly from the corner of his mouth. Your eyes jolted towards your brother in urgency; you always went on runs with the club and you couldn’t even begin to think why they were asking you to stay back.

The others sat around the large wooden table, their eyes fixed on you, waiting for your reaction to your orders. “You sure you can do this without me?” You paused, hesitant to speak again due to the anger rising in your throat, “I haven’t missed a job since before I was just a prospect, and I’m not going to start now…” you said firmly, shaking your head and stretching your arm out reaching for your brothers cigarette. You took a long and very much needed drag, inhaling deeply, calming your anger for a second.

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Face Mask

Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 750

Warnings: Language, SEVERE FLUFF

Author’s Note: Requests are OPEN! Let me know if you would like to be added to any of my tag lists!

The click of the lock alerted your attention to your front door, your eyes darted to your microwave noting the time it read on the screen, the door screeched open and you silently slid over the couch.

You military crawled over to your kitchen as you heard heavy footsteps entering your living room, stopping for a second allowing the intruder time to let out a hefty sigh before knowingly walking towards your bedroom. You kneeled behind your counter and attempted to open the drawer quietly, the drawer had other motives; the wood stuck and it squeaked, the man’s body turned sharply, “Fuck.” You whispered under your breath, slouching down farther behind your island.

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❛ HANDS UP! ❜

with Happy Lowman.

Request: How would Happy react to finding out that his old lady was hiding something such as she has a record? A couple misdemeanors nothing to bad hah, and he loves her even more if that’s possible! Thanks babe 🥰♥️

BY @multiyfandomgirl40

Word count: about 400.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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Five years have passed since you were under arrest, because of a fight you started in a bar. And of course, you ended with handcuffs in your wrists. The point is that they're already deleted but, for some reason, the government has sent you a copy. So there you are, at six am, sitting on your porch and waiting for the postman. You don't want Happy to know about it, you're ashamed. He doesn't know about the aggressive mood you have been through in your past.

So, once you have the big brown envelope in your hands, you come into your home trying to be as silent as possible. Your husband is sleeping yet, but he can wake up with the minimal sound. Walking on your tiptoes covered by soft socks, you cross the kitchen towards the door of the garage, to hide your records in your car until you have time to burn them down. Grabbing the doorknob with your left hand, you open it. But your heart stops when the envelope flies up over your hair, being held by another hand.

“What is that?”

“Give that back to me”. You beg.

You try to take it off from his finger, but he's faster than you. Grabbing your wrists with a hand, he opens the fold of it with his teeth, spitting the paper to the floor. When he's able to read the title, he looks at you with an eyebrow raised. He hasn't care about how much you have plead him, and now, he's laughing so loud that echoes around the kitchen.

“Why were you arrested?”

“I just… hit a bitch for throwing me a drink”.

“And, why were you hiding it from me?”

“Dunno…”

Loosening his grip, as you bow down your head with tears in your eyes, Happy places the records over the table to surround you with both arms.

“So you're a troublemaker, hm?” He teases you, while you hit his chest with a fist. “I would like to see you fighting”.

“I will not”. You grunt puckering your lips in a pout. “I just… lost control. It was a rough patch”.

“Fuck, you should look hot, love”.

“Happy, stop!”

“Nah, I love it”. He chuckles starting to peck your lips. “Fight me”.

Happy is delighted to know something like that, being a little more calm now that he's aware that you can defend yourself. But he really wants to see how you raise your fists up.

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h o l d   h e r

Happy Lowman x Fem!Reader

Requested by @vodkasicecream : Hii!! Loooved your Juice post. I’d like to ask for a Happy Lowman one - I’ve been crushing really hard on him lately 🤤🤤 I chose 2, 10, 14, 26 but feel free to remove or add any to that combo! Thank you soooo much! ❤️😍🌼🌸

Warnings: none

Word count: 738 words

A/N: Here is a fluffly Happy for youuuu. It’s so soft I just want someone to hold me now :( I know, it’s shorter than what I am used to write, but there where many prompts that I think that made it be more specific about the situation. It is implied, as you will see that it’s fem!reader. Anyway, I loved writing it and I hope you like it 😊 Also, English is not my first language so if there are any misspellings, I’m sorry. Enjoy it!

The run was rough; tougher than what Happy previously thought. It also took longer: instead of a couple of days out of town, it turned out to be a whole week. So, Happy was impatient to get home. Besides, the run didn’t turn out as expected, therefore there wouldn’t be any congratulatory party whatsoever.

When everything at the club was done, he got up on his bike and went straight home, you were the only thing on his mind. He wouldn’t admit it, but he missed you.

Back home, you weren’t overly worried, you trusted Happy and he told you previously that it would take longer, but with this line of work, not being worried would be incautious.

You were watching some TV show on Netflix when you heard the rumble of the bike. Happy coming back home so early came to you as a surprise, instead, you would have hoped for you to pick him up from the club in a drunk state. However, this time, this wasn’t the case and you expected the worst.

You opened the front door of your house to see Happy right there, with a couple of bruises and a backpack on his left shoulder. You hugged him carefully, you didn’t know if he was hurt somewhere else.

“Baby, you okay? Everything okay?” You asked frantically. “Yeah, babygirl, just not a good run.”

You let him come in and drop off the backpack. At that moment you turned to the kitchen to start making dinner. Meanwhile he showered and cleaned up his bruises.

When he came down, a nice and cold beer was waiting for him on the kitchen table, and Happy couldn’t help but let a low chuckle. He loved you, a lot. You meant so much to him. He sat and watched you prepare dinner. Happy couldn’t help but be mesmerized by you, as you looked so beautiful, so pure. He couldn’t believe how someone like you could be with someone like him, so rotten, so corrupted.

“What are you looking at?” You asked him while cooking. “You. You look amazing in my shirt and cooking.” He paused for a moment. “And while admiring you, I can’t help but wonder how I landed you, because I never offered you anything big, just a life of danger and wonder, but you and your amazing body, your amazing intelligence decided to chose me. You are perfect.”

You turned around with watery eyes. “Wow Happy, you know how to make a girl swoon, don’t you?” You chuckled.

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about you.” At that, you couldn’t help but laugh. You loved his honesty. “Then with how much talk, I must be the only thing, am I?” He let out a deep laugh. “Also, I don’t need you to sell me on the reasons to want you. I’m here for the long run, we both are.” You touch your growing belly.

He got up and gave a kiss on the kiss, watching you put the dinner on the plates, and resting his hand on your belly.

Happy wasn’t much of an affectionate man, but he always made sure to be touching you somehow. More often than not, that was holding your hand at the most unexpected times. He was always finding excuses to hold your hands. Even while having dinner. By now you were accustomed to him holding your hand while having eating, and, if you were being honest, you lowkey loved it. You’ve missed his touch, and you know inside that he had to.

You didn’t know what happened during the run, but it has left him worried, and you weren’t to be one to feed that fear, so you made sure to be there for him. You knew he needed to take the control of the situation back.

That contact had to come to a halt when you finished your plate and got up to wash it, however, Happy wasn’t having none of it. He held your hand tighter, urging you to sit back. You looked at him expectantly.

“Wait, don’t pull away… not yet.” He said with his mouth full of food. “I haven’t finished yet.” You nodded, smiled, and watched him finish.

You leaned back on the chair and put his hand over your belly, as if was holding your baby inside. Happy just looked at you and smiled. He couldn’t be happier.

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what about a juice x fem reader where there's tension between the two that ultimately comes to head and he finds out she's a submissive which is a stark contrast to how badass she can be in a fight and shit

This was certainly new for me and I hope I got it right 💋

NSFW || mentions of sub/dom || WC: 1.5K

The ring was always your place to let go of the things you couldn't handle. Mainly, frustrations that were growing inside you the longer you watched Juice flirt with the other women around. He confused you and that in itself irritated you to no end, one minute he was hanging around and you were on the receiving end of those dimpled smiles then the next he was off chasing tail with the croweaters. You just wanted him to be the one standing in front of you holding the kick bags.

"Ow, can you actually try hit the pads?" Opie complained as you got him on the thigh once again.

"You're lucky your so tall or that would have got you right in the babymaker." You replied before going in for a roundhouse.

"Why are you so pissy?" He asked as he noticed the change in your attitude.

"I'm not pissy." You growled, completely proving him right and you huffed as he put the padding down.

"It wouldn't have anything to do with the longing looks you keep sending Juice's way?" Opie asked with a knowing smile.

"Shut up." You said walking away to get a drink.

"Just talk to him." Opie called out as you left the ring.

Needing some space from the clubhouse, more specifically a particular club member, you decided your Friday night would be better spent in a bar elsewhere. After heading home for a shower and change of clothes you found your dive bar that looked good enough for a few drinks. You felt your phone ring a few times but decided not to answer it. If it was any of the guys asking you to come to the clubhouse party you didn't want to let them down by saying no, it was easier to just ignore it.

"Let me buy you a drink." A deep voice startled you.

"I can get my own drinks thanks." You said not wanting the man to get any ideas.

You knew from hanging around the clubhouse for so long that 'buy you a drink' translated to 'I'm buying you for the night'. You had nothing against the croweaters but that lifestyle was not for you, there was only one Son that caught your eye.

"Ungrateful bitch." He growled before he was pulled away from the bar.

"Apologise. Now." You heard Happy growl to the man and you saw Juice beside him with his fists clenched.

"This isn't a biker bar, fuck off." The man spat back before his head rocked back from the punch Juice landed on him.

Happy dropped the man and he crumpled to the ground before Happy walked off to the booth the guys were filling. One look at Juice gave you the answer that had been building from the second you saw him.

"You're tracking me now?" You asked with an eye roll.

"You didn't come to the clubhouse." He said with a frown.

"Maybe because I didn't want to see you being fawned over by all the croweaters." You mumbled into your drink but it didn't stop him hearing.

"You weren't answering your phone." He pouted.

"I didn't want to talk to you." You said sighing as you realised he wasn't going to let this go.

"What did I do?" He asked completely confused.

"It's what you didn't do." You said pushing away from the bar. "I misread the signs, I thought we had chemistry or whatever but I guess I was wrong."

You turned to walk away to see the man had found his feet again and was ready to start a fight but you weren't in the mood. You closed your fist and put all your frustration into the punch and crushed his nose under your knuckles. Once more he collapsed to the ground but this time he wouldn't be up as quick. You stepped over his body and headed to the door as you heard Opie's voice over the crowd.

"Chase her you idiot!"

Boots skipped up behind you and Juice grabbed your hand pulling you to a stop on the sidewalk. He looked at your car you were about to unlock and shook his head.

"You can't drink and drive." He said nodding his head to his motorbike. "Let me take you home."

You nodded knowing he was right and climbed on behind him. You held on tight as he sped through Charming to your little cottage and turned off the engine in your drive. You thought it was strange that he parked but you figured you could take the opportunity to follow Opie's advice. You took a deep breath and steeled your back as you took off the helmet.

"Do you want to come in?" You asked and looked at your shoes waiting for him to reject you.

"Yeah, sure." He said swinging his leg off.

You both walked along the path quietly, unsure what to say to break the ice. He started it thankfully as he ran his large hand over his mohawk nervously. You wanted to feel it, was it as soft as it looked? Was the shaved skin as smooth as it looked too? You watched his mouth open and had to focus on what he was saying and not how good his lips looked when they moved.

"I was hoping you would be at the clubhouse tonight so we could talk." He said playing with the bottom of his kutte.

"About?" You prompted gently when he fell silent looking around your living room.

"Us?" He half asked, half stated.

"Are you sure?" You teased. "You don't sound very certain."

"Yes." He said with a small laugh. "I was thinking maybe we could ummm, go out?"

"We were just out." You said with a smile at how flustered he was getting. "Or do you mean like teenagers 'go out', movies and park ups and all that?"

He finally caught on to you teasing him and grinned as he relaxed. You walked over to where he stood and wrapped your arms around his waist. Almost everyday you were graced with a hug from him but today you missed out because you were avoiding him. His scent enveloped you and you inhaled deeply to remember the moment. His arms encased yours and he rested his cheek on the side of your head comfortably.

"I missed seeing you, I traced your phone and dragged the guys out." He admitted as he held you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have but I needed to see you, know you were safe."

"Why? You should have been having fun at the party, getting laid." You said hiding your face in his shoulder so he didn't see the hurt of your own words.

"They aren't fun without you there." He said. "It took me a while to figure it out, but everything's better with you."

"Do you know how long I have been waiting for you to realise that." You said pulling back to look at him.

He gave you a lopsided grin as he shrugged before slowly dipping his head to yours. Butterflies fluttered wildly in your stomach before his lips even touched yours. Heat spread across your body as they finally brushed your lips and you reached up to run your hands along the lightening tattoos on his head. The skin was smoother than you had imagined and his mohawk even softer and you sighed at the tingling feeling of the short strands beneath your fingers. His tongue ran along your lip as you sighed and his hands ran along your body, spreading the fire that was already ignited until you pulled away breathless.

“There’s something I have to tell you first.” You said as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh man, you have a boyfriend?” He asked as he pulled away.

“No.” You said shaking your head and grabbing his hand. “I need a dom.”

“Like a dominatrix?” He asked quirking his eyebrow.

“Juice…” you groaned. “I’m a submissive, I need a dominant, someone who I trust and want to please.”

“And you want me?” He asked to be sure as you nodded. “I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“Talk to Happy, he said he could explain it better - one dom to another.” You said getting shy. “It’s not for everyone but I think you would probably really enjoy it, it’s something you can control.”

“Happy is a dom?” He asked trying to shake the image in his head.

“Most of the Sons are, except Tig, he’s a switch.”

“How are you a sub?” He asked sitting on the couch. “You’re a total badass and can take anyone in a fight.”

“For me it’s only in the bedroom. I enjoy being dominated but only by someone I trust.”

“And you trust me?”

You chuckled at his disbelief as you nodded. “Yes, Juice. You are the sweetest and kindest man. I trust you with my life…just talk to one of the guys, they’ll answer any questions you have. I don’t want this to be uncomfortable.”

He looked down at his lap nodding and running his hands over his head. “This is not how I saw tonight going…”

“Hey Juice?” You asked and he looked up to see you walk over and straddle his lap. “I still enjoy vanilla.”

“Ice cream?” He frowned.

“Sex.” You corrected. “I still like to have full on plain old vanilla sex…if you’re up for it.”

It took a moment for him to connect the dots before his big dopey grin you loved washed away the previous conversation. He nodded happily until your lips connected and the fire on your skin was reignited.

“D-d-definitely up for it.”

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Homecoming

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: What if reader was pretty much best friends with Tara, as well as related to a Son, and was with her and Margaret when Salazar kidnapped them. Tries to fight them off initially, but get’s shot in a non fatal place, and when Juice finds out - their secret relationship gets out. Open to interpretation, etc.

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injuries, hospitals

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Did I get a little carried away with this? Perhaps. But I think it came out alright. Totally tweaked canon a little bit for my own self-indulgent needs lmao. Hope you enjoy!!

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My Girls

This one was requested by @ticciash!

Reader x Juice where you have a child while Juice is in Stockton, but he doesn’t know that you were pregnant.

Warnings: A few swears.

Word Count: 1310

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It had been 12 months since you last had any contact with Juice. He was locked up because of, in his own words, “Some bullshit charge the ATF is using to try and tear the club apart.”

Losing Juice for that long was hard enough already, but when you found out that you were pregnant, that’s when things really changed. You were terrified.

Lyla was the first person you told. “I don’t know what to do,” you said through light sobs. Lyla had always been there for you. When the other Old Ladies had shut her out and called her a whore, you passed no judgement. You saw her for the kind hearted person she truly was, and understood that she would do anything if it meant being able to put food on the table for her and Opie’s kids.

“I know, sweetheart, but you’re strong, you’ll get through this,” Lyla cooed, as she placed a loving hand on your back. “Maybe I can get Ope to get word to J-“

“No,” you snapped, apologizing immediately after, “I’m sorry, I just- this has to come from me. But that damn ATF bitch won’t let me talk to him. I haven’t seen him or heard from him in over 6 months.”

You had tried so many times to talk to Juice, only to be told that he was only allowed contact with immediate family. Apparently the fact that you were pregnant with his child didn’t matter.

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