#Lyla winston

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RYAN HURST as OPIE WINSTON in SONS OF ANARCHY S02

[dallianceangel]

All I Want For Christmas🎄❄️

Another fic for you

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“Are you going to let me in or what?” 

You’re standing on the doorstep, breath steaming in the cold air. Opie’s eyes are filled with mischief as he pulls you inside, the warmth of his body engulfing you.

“Where’s Lyla tonight?” you ask, biting your lip as you shut the door behind you. 

“She’s at Red Woody, working on a movie. We’ve got enough time,” he murmurs, stepping closer. 

His hands find your waist, picking you up. You giggle as he carries you up the stairs, heading straight to the bedroom. Within moments, he’s inside of you, fucking you into the mattress. You try your best not to mark him, choosing instead to hold tightly onto the bed sheet. His name leaves your lips as you both fall apart, his body collapsing on top of yours. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, breathless, “that was…” 

“Yeah, it was,” you reply, smiling playfully as you trace your fingers along his chest. 

“You know what I want for Christmas?” he asks a few moments later, voice low and serious.

“What’s that?” you reply, curious.

“You,” Opie confesses. “I want to be with you. All the time. No more sneaking around.” 

A smile spreads across your face, hope igniting in your chest. “You really mean that?” 

“More than anything,” he breathes, pulling you close. “I love you.” 

With that, he leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that leaves you breathless. It’s a promise that he soon lives up to, choosing to end his already dead relationship with Lyla a few days later, and chase the happiness he’s wanted for as long as he can remember.

[tumbleweed-writes]

Still standing by the belief that Lyla Winston was a sweet angel baby who deserved the world. 👏 why 👏 was 👏 she 👏 not 👏 given 👏 all 👏 the 👏 nice 👏 things 👏

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[samcrosfaith]

Sons of Anarchy 🥀

just a random SOA post about my favorite characters because why not? I so miss this show.

[garbinge]

Halloween Night

Happy Lowman x Lyla Winston Dvorak

30 Day Challenge (28/30)

Words: 3.4k

A/N: Posted this on ao3 as a gift for @drabbles-mc for an exchange fic, and realized I never posted here!

Summary: Halloween night gets a wrench thrown in it when the club needs to gather everyone up for lockdown.

SOA taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

Lyla made her way out of the office at Diosa and into the main hosting area with a stack of papers in her arms. The slight frown on her face could have been described as adorable to many as she read over something and crossed it out, and scribbled something else over it.

“We’re hemorrhaging money on fuckin’ snacks that no one eats.” Lyla looked up thinking Nero was going to be at the bar but she was met with a group of the Sons.

“Speak for yourself, sweetheart.” Tig was saying as he picked from an open party size of chips.

Lyla looked up, at first shocked not to hear Nero’s voice and to be met with the lot of bikers, but was quick to smile and place her folders and papers on the bar.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” She leaned her elbow on the bar and tilted her head, letting her long blond hair fall to the side.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” Jax extended his arms out to greet Lyla with a hug.

“What brings you to paradise, boys.” Lyla placed a kiss on Jax’s cheek and looked around at the lot of them.

“Rough day. Gotta bring you in.” Jax said with a sigh, he was exhausted and it was clear on his face.

Lyla looked around at all the faces of the guys, all of them looked the same, tired, like they were all up against it tonight. Finally, her eyes landed on Nero, despite him not being a member of the club, she valued his opinion, not only as her boss but as a friend. He was quick to lift his hands in an effort to tell her the decision was out of his hands.

“Protection?” Lyla spoke one word, there was a slight nervousness to her tone.

“We’re gonna bring you down to the clubhouse, set you up in one of the dorms. My mom’s there, she’ll make sure you got everything you need.” Jax explained.

“It’s Halloween, Jax.” Lyla’s voice turned to a pleading one, not with desperation, but with an obvious, ‘come on’ resonance to it. “I was planning to finish up here and go take Piper trick or treatin’.”

“Bring ‘em to the clubhouse, we’ll all sit behind each of the dorm doors and the kid can knock on them and we’ll give him beer.” Tig laughed at his own joke which earned him eyes from a group of them, Lyla specifically.

“I can’t put anyone on you, we all are riding out for a bit, won’t be back till late.” Jax explained to Lyla who was getting more disappointed by the second.

“I’ll stick with her, mano.” Nero was standing up, he didn’t want Lyla upset and he definitely didn’t want all the bikers dragging her out of his business either.

“You sure?” Jax said, now lighting a cigarette.

“Yea, yea, it’ll be fun.” Nero nodded and waved his hand like it was no big deal. “Oh,” He lifted his hand, “But I’m only free till 7, I’m goin’ to visit my kid, the place he’s at, they’re doing one of those family night things.”

Jax nodded as he inhaled the cigarette, thinking through what to do. He would have been more pushy with Nero to come too but he wasn’t going to tell him what to do, he had the big picture and that decision was up to him. Normally, he wouldn’t be so persistent with Lyla either, but with the recent murdered escort from Diosa just a few weeks ago and the issue he was dealing with being too close to that, he wasn’t going to chance it with her. She was family to the club.

“Not sure any of my guys will be free to take over watch.” Jax was looking around at the guys who knew where they were headed to next and what the night was going to look like for them.

“I can do it.” Happy’s raspy voice cut through the air like a knife. It earned him a look from everyone in the room. “I like Halloween very much.” His face was still so serious, stone cold as he spoke.

So it was settled. Lyla and Nero went trick or treating, Piper had gotten tons of candy, Lyla had gotten a ton of blisters from all the walking, but the sacrifices you make for the ones you love. The chill of the late October air now filled her house with a slight breeze, a reminder of how empty it truly was. Nero had left, reluctantly, but Lyla ensured that she’d be fine and head down to the clubhouse if Happy didn’t show up in an hour. Piper had fallen asleep, likely surrounded by copious amounts of candy wrappers and sticky fingers. Both of those things left Lyla alone, downstairs, soaking in everything that the breeze meant. It was Halloween, that breeze should have been eerie, unsettling, or at the very least a reminder of the emptiness she felt and that was in the house, but it wasn’t. It was actually the complete opposite. It was like an embrace. Loss had been so constant in Lyla’s life that anything cold, anything unsettling, it was starting to feel comforting.

Before she could give it anymore thought, there was a knock at the door. It was loud and caused her to jump slightly. Despite Lyla being accustomed to the eerie, she wasn’t stupid. Quickly she opened her purse and pulled out the firearm that had been glued to her side since she began hanging around the club. It was gripped tightly in her hand, snug against her thigh as she opened the door just slightly to peer out.

She saw the back of Happy’s head, his neck tattoos peeking out from his kutte. The reaper positioned on the back rocker ironically gave Lyla relief. As her shoulders fell, and she loosened the grip she had on the gun slightly, she spoke up.

“Hey, Hap.” The nickname effortlessly fell off her tongue as she relaxed at just the knowledge of knowing it was him.

Almost immediately that anxiety flooded back as he turned around and the blood stained across his face became fully visible.

“Hey.” It was one word and it was spoken so raspy and honestly normal for Happy it was hard to believe that the gash on his head was leaking down his face.

“I think you’re supposed to say trick or treat.” Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight of him.

Happy’s gaze looked down to Lyla’s side to see the gun in her hand.

“Is that my treat?”

Lyla followed his gaze and looked down at her gun before looking back at him, her eyebrows raised and a smile starting to creep onto her face. She kicked the door open wider and nodded her head to the side as an invitation inside.

“Why don’t I treat that nasty slice on your head and we’ll call it even.” The gun was being tucked into the back waistband of her jeans

Happy was reluctant to come inside, worried about Piper but also about bringing Lyla into his troubles.

“You’ve been inside my house before, Hap.” Lyla wasn’t pleading but she also didn’t want to leave the man outside bleeding. So she spoke out in truth, Happy had been inside her house, on multiple occasions. Things were… unique between them. Whatever was going on with them was not defined yet, not in the slightest. Sure, they had skipped all the details and gotten right to the fun stuff, it was why Happy had so eagerly volunteered to keep a watch on Lyla. Lyla was a good time, even outside of the sex, he enjoyed spending time with her. It had been so long since he was around someone sweet, and who cared. Lyla was someone who understood club life and Happy didn’t need to explain much, if anything, about his day other than, “it was a rough one” or “it was alright.” Whatever they had going on worked, for both of them and where they were in life.

This was going to be different though. This was an instance where it was going to be inevitable that the details of things would come up, or that the desire to speak about them would. He had never come over hurt like this before, where Lyla was going to have to patch him up. Happy could keep quiet for a long time, but he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of having to stare at Lyla’s sad blue eyes and deny her of answers to her questions. It’s why he found it hard to walk inside her home, let her take care of him.

“Just let me patch it up.” Her voice brought Happy out of his thoughts and his eyes landed right on hers. Yea, those sad blue eyes were hard to say no to, even for a stone cold killer like Happy.

He did as she said, he walked inside the house and made his way to her kitchen. He stood awkwardly next to her kitchen island and tried to make himself comfortable on the stool after Lyla instructed him to sit while she moved to one of the cabinets and pulled out a various amount of first aid items and kits.

“So I’m guessing this is why you were late.” She spoke as she rummaged through things and Happy adjusted himself to be slouching in the seat.

There it was the first of likely many questions to come. Happy didn’t answer, he just sat there, stoic and quiet. Lyla nodded to herself and smiled before turning around with the necessary items to clean Happy up.

“You know, I’m not a stranger to this. I’ve been through this a few times before.” She was now standing in front of him. A warm cloth in her hand as she wiped all the blood off Happy’s face. He didn’t flinch from her touch, or even her closeness to him. It helped that her touch was soft, it was gentle like her. Happy’s heart was beating normally but he felt like he could hear it so loudly, probably the adrenaline and blood loss from his head is what he tried to shake it off as but the minute she looked at him, his eyes immediately moved to look somewhere else and the beating got louder.

“Does it hurt?” She asked as she was now inspecting the gash, it seemed surface level, there probably wasn’t a need for stitches luckily, just a few butterfly bandages and some antibiotics to prevent any infection. Happy laughed at that. Out of everything he had been through, a little cut on his head was not to be described as painful.

“No, it doesn’t hurt.” It was the first thing he said since coming inside the house and Lyla was glad she finally got some response from him. She wasn’t trying to pry, she honestly could care less of the club details, she had her own problems to deal with. Her questions were out of genuine concern for Happy.

“Well, this is probably going to.” Lyla was pouring the alcohol on the rag and bringing it up to Happy’s cut, still so gently and intentional. He hissed his teeth immediately from the stinging but managed to stay still, it wasn’t his first patch up.

“You punishing me for not answering your questions?” Happy still wouldn’t make eye contact with her.

Lyla’s eyes didn’t move from where they were looking on the top of his head as she cleaned the last of the blood off and began to place the bandages over it.

Happy was truthfully blown away at how tender her touch was as she placed the bandage over the gash. He didn’t realize how brash people were when he was getting cleaned up from previous wounds. It was one of those experiences that probably was going to change how he’d want it done in the future. Nothing would ever compare to the considerate and forgiving touch of the woman in front of him right now.

“You punishin’ me for asking them by not looking at me when you’re talking?” The irony was dripping from her statement because she wasn’t looking at Happy as she spoke the words, her gaze was still on the wound as she finished bandaging it.

His eyes immediately jumped to look at Lyla’s after she finished her sentences. The eyes that were focused on helping him. Focused on making sure he was okay. It was honestly a foreign concept to Happy, having someone who cared about him more than just for a quick lay and maybe a cheap thrill of the biker club life.

“I’m looking at you.” He was so rough in his delivery, a nod escaping through her gentle grasp on his head but it still felt so comforting to Lyla. Maybe it was who she was now, all things cold, all things unsettling, it made her feel comfortable because she felt comfortable with Happy.

“But are you seeing me?” She said it as she pulled away from him and her eyes jumped to stare back into his own. “Cause I’m here, Hap. You’re afraid to break me but I’m already broken.”

Happy just continued to stare at Lyla, like his glare would somehow scare her off. To Happy’s defense, it worked 99% of the time. But this time must’ve been the 1%. Lyla just stood there, staring right back at him.

This was the moment. This was what he wanted to avoid, he wished it was normal to be bleeding from the head that way he wasn’t stuck in this position right now. Technically he could walk out right now. Sit on the front porch, call one of the other guys over here or make up some story that she had to wake up Piper and come down to the clubhouse now. She’d see through each of those excuses which is why he didn’t even bother attempting them. After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence he blurted it out.

“Someone shot at me. Bullet grazed my head.”

He spoke the words like they were a normal day at the office, which in some way they were for Happy. Despite it being his normal delivery and way of talking he spoke it in hopes that it’d push Lyla away, spook her a little bit.

“So I’m guessing you don’t want a Reese’s?” Lyla was walking away to the sink to wash her hands before grabbing a Reese’s cup from the other side of the island.

“Hm?” Happy grunted in confusion as he stared at her still sitting on the bar stool at the island.

“You already got your treat tonight.” She pointed to Happy’s patched up head as she unwrapped the peanut butter cup and bit a piece off. “I’m assuming you were on cloud 9 when that happened.”

Happy realized what she meant, referencing Halloween while also showing how well she actually knew Happy.

“It was rapturous.” Happy smirked as he thought back to it. Then looked over at Lyla with the same smirk. “C’mere.”

Lyla let out a chuckle and grabbed a piece of candy before making her way over to him. Her body got close to his, even with the chair partially in between them it didn’t stop him from bringing her closer against his chest. Lyla brought up the chocolate in front of his face, offering it to Happy.

“Gimme something else sweet.” He grabbed her face with one hand, tucking her hair back in his fingers as he used his other hand to move the candy out of the way. The chocolate was discarded and Lyla wrapped her arm around Happy’s neck as the two kissed. It wasn’t like Happy to make anything overly romantic or intimate but this felt as intimate as things could get with Happy. His kiss was soft, even the groan he made as they deepened the kiss was soft as well. It was like he was being careful with Lyla, being gentle with her in a way that was so unlike himself. There were so many layers to it, it was his way of telling Lyla that despite her being broken, Happy didn’t want to destroy her more. But it also was his way of breaking down his own walls, showing Lyla that he was trying to be more than what he was used to.

Their mouths separated for a moment and Lyla rested her forehead against Happy’s. Her blonde bangs fell over her face as she closed her eyes and just relaxed in Happy’s arms.

“I was glad you were eager to come be my protection.” Lyla spoke in a whisper.

“It's Halloween. Figured you’d be dressed up as something hot.” He was biting back a smile.

Lyla quickly pushed him and in the process pushed off him as she scoffed with a laugh. Happy was quick to bring her back towards him, standing up now off the chair so she was flat against his firm chest as he embraced her and she rested her head against the patches on his kutte. Now it was her turn to hear the beating of his heart. Her eyes closed and she melted into him, there was something about feeling so safe in a killer’s arms that should have brought uneasiness to Lyla but it just brought her even more security.

As the two stood intertwined with each other, Lyla let one of her thoughts be spoken out loud.

“I did pick out a costume just for you.” It was said in almost a whisper because of how relaxed she felt.

“I fucking love Halloween.” Happy said feeling like he had just won the lottery.

Before either of them could make the next move to go upstairs, there was a knock at the front door.

If there wasn’t a threat out against the club both of them would have let their heads fall in defeat and annoyance. But instead Lyla tensed up, only slightly before she let more rational thinking come over her.

“It’s probably just kids looking for candy.” She was moving to grab the bucket of candy she had pulled the Reese’s from earlier, still in Happy’s embrace slightly.

Happy on the other hand had immediately gone into full Lowman protection mode. “I got it.” His hand was reaching down her back, the chills she got shivered down her spine and straightened her up from reaching for the candy. Happy’s hand landed on the gun still tucked in her waistband and he quickly removed it before walking to the door armed and visibly ready for war.

His face hardened and he walked with aggression dripping off of him. The force at which he swung the door open would have given any trick or treater a scare worthy of a jump but instead all it earned him was a “Jesus Christ, Hap”. Tig, who was not expecting such force or bloodily stained face at Lyla’s place was cupping his chest as his heart tried to slow to its normal beat.

Happy just stared down at Tig and said nothing, waiting for the man to explain why he was here.

With a sigh Tig shook his head. “Shit went south, we’re bringing everyone in. You included. No one rides alone. Got Bobby in the driveway.”

Happy’s face hardened even more. The news of something going down bothered him but also, and mainly at the realization and disappointment that his Halloween costume fantasy was now going to be put on the back burner.

“I’ll go get Piper.” Lyla spoke up. “Hap, my to-go bag is in the front closet, can you grab it?” She had overheard Tig’s explanation, both of the men had turned their heads to look at the woman. Tig was offering her a quick wave in greeting while Happy nodded in acknowledgment to her statement, letting his eyes linger on her for a few more seconds as she walked up the stairs in a way of tormenting himself before he looked back at Tig.

“Halloween must be your favorite holiday, huh Hap?” Tig was smiling now as he looked at Happy’s blood stained face.

Happy’s eyebrows furrowed more as he really accepted the defeat of the night.

“It was until you ruined it.”

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SP's 150 Fanfic Celebration Masterlist Completed.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical💉 Triggering material🚩

A Cold Desert Night❤❤

"You built me a blanket fort?" With Angel Reyes, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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A Bird's Eye View💦 💦

"Eyes on me or this stops.” With Billy Russo, requested by @sweetserendipity65

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The Hazards of the Job😨 ❤

"How did you get that bruise?" With Valeria Garza, requested by anon.

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Fashionably Late💦❤

"Spin for me." and "Come on now, don't be like that." With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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In Other Words, I Love You❤ ❤

"I like this song, dance with me?" With Guero, requested by @daydreaming-belle

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Lavender Bath Drops😨❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Where did you get those bruises?" With Simon 'Ghost' Riley, requested by @bringinsexybackk69

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Bath Oil and Bubbles❤❤

"I'm going to run you a bath, and you're not going to do anything." and "Can I wash your hair?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

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Just the Common Cold😨 ❤❤

"You're sick, why didn't you tell me?" and "Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Billy Russo, requested by @thehumanistsdiary

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When Things Go Wrong💦 😨 ❤

"Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." and "You're having a panic attack." With Phillip Graves, requested by @candy616 

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The Northern Lights❤

"It's snowing." With Kate Lawswell, requested by anon.

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A Possessive Display ❤💦

"How drunk are you?" and "Eyes on me or this stops." With Simon Riley, requested by @candy616

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A Comforting Embrace😨 ❤

"Can I just hold you a little longer?" With Frank Castle, requested by anon.

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

Lyla dancing all alone at her wedding to Opie made me kind of sad…like someone freaking dance with her, she’s the bride …she’s precious and deserved the world

[mrsfilipchibstelford]

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My thoughts on Sons of Anarchy as a first time viewer part 1

Current point: Season 3 Episode 4

(I began this on Twitter but wanted to make my way over here)

I am a late watcher of Sons of Anarchy and just made the big girl purchase of getting the Disney/Hulu bundle so I currently have been watching this show. I am a slow watcher for shows so I will be making my way through this at my own pace 💅🏾

I would wholeheartedly beat the ever living shit out of Jax Teller. My ego will keep my energy going and I could fight the man. Periodt.

Stephen King having his moment in S3E3?? I was laughing so hard I cried. That role for him was too good.

With where I’m at in the show, Donna was and still is that bitch. I love her so much. Her death really had me in a state of paranoia for a Eliot second. Donna is still mutha

Halfsack?!?!?!?? The way I violently sobbed so loud. Get me my boy back

 Me. I am a fat SIMP for Lyla. I don’t careeeeee. I’m better that no man

Idk about y’all…but Deputy David Hale?

I’m not a person to be down bad BAD…but Juice? I’m going to be his Old Lady.

[maurawrites]

Winter Ave Zoli as Lyla Dvorak in ‘Sons of Anarchy’

[obsessedasusual]

Pointless post but I’m putting it out there: Rewatching Sons and I have a question… why was Tara maid of honour for Lyla?! Like, previous dialogue suggests they weren’t friends😅 I’m assuming it’s bc Jax was there for Opie but still…. Lyla where your besties at😫😫

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

(Sorry for the late submission 😭) but I would LOVE #8 with the one and only Ms. Lyla Winston!

Masterlist

Toffee and Rum Raisin

Contains: Fluff

1.0K words

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy Ice cream and that’s basically the same thing.' - Unknown

"What are you going here?"

You sighed, "It's so hot, the AC at went died and I know for sure it would still be running here."

Lyla chuckled, "It is. I'm editing so I could use the company anyway."

She walked you through the set and into the editing studio before waving at the couch for you to sit, "What's on the agenda today?"

Lyla smiled, "Custom video, a guy who's really into cake and sprinkles. No nudity so I don't get to see you all flustered."

You shook your head, "Hey, the only T and A I want to see is yours. It's different for you because it's your job, our roads are paved because of your excellent production skills."

Lyla shot you a look, "You're laying it on thick, what do you want?"

You shook your head, "I told you what I wanted, I want to hang in the cool with you."

Lyla tapped the seat next to her, "Well come and make yourself useful and help me. I'll show you how to edit the sound so the background noise is gone."

You huffed, "I thought I was helping by sitting here and looking pretty." Nevertheless, you did as she asked and sat beside her.

Lyla moved in close enough that your arms touched as she showed you how to isolate the audio for the film, it seemed easy enough and after twenty minutes of you asking every question you could think of, you were well on your way to helping her get the video up, "I'm surprised you trust me with this."

She smiled, "I keep telling you that you should come and work with me, you'd be good at this."

You shook your head, "I love my job." You paused, "But if it wasn't there I would be here in a heartbeat."

"That's good to know. How are you doing over there?" You noticed she had stopped taking glances at your screen after a while.

You pointed at the progress bar, "I'm further along than you. I've got a few more things to remove here before I go onto the next scene."

Lyla sighed, "Wow you're fast, are you sure you haven't done this before?"

You nodded, "Yep, positive. I just have a great teacher."

Lyla leaned over and pecked your cheek, "You're too sweet to me."

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One video turned into two, which turned into six and by the time the sun was setting, you and Lyla had gotten enough done that she could take the weekend off, "I'm impressed, you're really good at that."

You sighed, "I did enjoy it." She opened her mouth to speak but you stopped her, "But I'm going back to my day job, if I have to listen to the same lines over and over again, day in and day out, I will go nuts.

Lyla smiled, "Ok them, what do you want to do?"

You tapped your pocket, "I have ten bucks in my pocket and a craving for ice cream, you wanna come with?"

She nodded, "Hell yeah."

You hopped in her car and she drove you to the park where they had the best ice cream stand in all of Charming, with its blue and white pinstripes and big twisty ice cream cone sign. You could hear the milk bar music from the speakers as you walked closer. There was a flash of little legs and blond hair as a child ran up to you, "Auntie, auntie, are you here for the picnic?"

You could see Jax and his wife waving from the distance and Abel pointed over to the stand, "Can we get ice cream?"

Lyla shook her head and pointed to his shirt, "I think I can already see some chocolate ice cream on your shirt, little man, I don't think your mummy and daddy would like it if you had any more."

Abel seemed unfazed, "Ok, but are you here for the picnic?"

You sighed, "Well, Auntie Lyla and I are going to get ourselves some ice cream and them we'll see if we have time, is that alright?"

He nodded, "Yes ok." With that, he was off again, running back towards his mother and father on the grass.

You chuckled, "He is such a cute kid."

"I know right." She nodded towards the stand, "What do you want my dear?"

"The usual, Toffee in a cup with caramel sauce and chocolate shavings." You took her hand with a smile, "I think I know what you're going to get."

She rolled her eyes lovingly, "Yeah, and what is that?"

You held back a smile, "Rum and raisin because you're a little old man inside."

Lyla elbowed your rib, "I am not an old man, it just tastes good."

You walked up to the stand hand in hand and ordered before sitting down at the picnic tables, "We're going to have to go over there and sit with Jax for a while."

You sighed, "I know, it's just we see them every day. It would be nice to have some time to ourselves."

Lyla chuckled, "It will hurt his little feelings. Plus, we're Abel's favourite aunts anyway and I don't want to lose my spot."

"Alright." You pointed to her ice cream, "It looks so boring, you didn't even get toppings."

She blinked and took her spoon before taking some from the scoop and holding it in front of your face, "Just try some."

You gave it a sniff, the cold dessert giving only sweetness then leaned in and ate it, "So?"

You shook your head, "Nope, it tastes like creamy rum. If I wanted to relive my twenties I do it in style and drink whiskey."

Lyla huffed, "I find it hard to believe you got drunk in your twenties."

You held back a giggle, "Hey, there were many nights where I was three sheets to the wind singing the backstreet boys out of a car window."

"I bet that was a sight to see." There was such fondness in her eyes, "Jax is waving us over, we better go and say hello."

You nodded, "Alright, but when we got home, I digging up some photos I have of me on Bourbon Street on mardi gras. You'll see, I was wild."

Lyla grinned, "I can't wait."

Fin

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All of the VTM collaboration art for 2024! Sorry to re-post, I just wanted to have a big post where I can put them all one spot! Happy Holidays!! Hecata Family Portrait! Gangrel Fall! Thinblood Renaissance Faire! Malkavian Lupercalia Valentine's Day! Nosferatu New Year!

All of the characters and art are provided by the VTM Tumblr community who are all so gorgeous and talented! All of the artists are listed on the original posts but I will also try to list them all beneath the cut as well to make sure they get the praise they deserve!

Happy Holidays: Lygota and Slaine - @totally-a-tzimisce Shirraz - @rattenprince CC and Lynx - @squiretinnion Tali - @salubri-outcast Misha, Nancy and Charlie - @m4rloe5 Lattie - @casuallycryptidcider Mina - @arc-tu-rus Skadi and Dawn - @maxahlia Briar + Walter and Lark - @wizzsp Leech and Jellybean - @kentuckycaverats Caius - @knownsome Parvati, Harrakhty, and Kahanni - me!! Magpie - @dykeferatu Alexei - @demonbones Soledad - @aztarion The Lady, Reid, and Tammy - @anarchswild Gretchen - @mortifying-macaroni Thana - squiretinnion Artemiy and Joon - @salems-lots Solomon, Melinda, Sophie, and Seth - @scribesofcalamity Aidan - art by me, but belongs to @deathandthesoul! Hecata Family: Anansi, Imogen, Aydan, Rocco, and Holly @confusedwithglitter Bryce Milliner @salubri-outcast Dr. Winston Mccaine and Bacia @morticrows Lucio @hunter-slime-660 Sabina Rico @squiretinnion Demetra "Demi" Giovanni @salubri-outcast Marcello Marchetti and Ash @superfastsquiddle Dionosio "Dio" Giovanni @salubri-outcast The Hidalgo Coterie - Crystal, Noa, Nythanel, Bravo, Cori - by myself! Amadou @holly-bearie Sasha @rattenprince Diego de Mondellis @cynical-tuba Xochi @urbanknightart Mattia Faulkner @harbingerofskulls Marcello Giovanni and Mirabella @squiretinnion Rosin @milk-crafting Deirdre and Mallory "Mal" Corvinelli @wizzsp Bernadette and Beatrix Beaumont @renaissancebadboy Gangrel Gang: Misha - @m4rloe5 Jensen - @satteredhunter Saffiya - @spell-fox Corvus - @renaissancebadboy Aidan - Spell-Fox Nixie Tube, Lexi Lyall, Darius, Hannah, and Mouse - @problemsynth Kuro - @urbanknightart Eli - Spell-Fox Dayo - @enderkriller77 Beepli Alison - @salubri-outcast Trixie - CrownedinMarigolds Damaris - @thesixthplaneteer Hugo Pitt - @squiretinnion Annette and Bones - @sheriff-shitstarter Alyssa and Lisa - @anarchswild Marcy - @confusedwithglitter JJ Slayter - @lealdog Ajax - @wizzsp Blake Moore - @vtmgremlin Fern - @lylailaeth Marina - @knuxtiger4 Wallis and Reynard - salubri-outcast Snare - TheSixthPlaneteer The Mariner - @holly-bearie Gaius - @ollieanderr Thinblood Faire: Jesse Steele - Fullblood Caitiff Scourge - @discodiablo (art by me!) John Carmichael - @emissary-of-stuff Ezra and Skye - @wizzsp Havi - @m4rloe5 Camilla - @renaissancebadboy My Stakebait Coterie! Ralph, Khloe, Kyle, and Christian! Gabbie - @del-uxie Leo - @cynical-tuba Ramona - also @renaissancebadboy!! Lucian - @squiretinnion Miles - @confusedwithglitter Cecil and Perry - @zyurp Blanche - @holly-bearie Del - @kentuckycaverats

Malkavian Valentine's: Monday - @zyurp Sophia - @holly-bearie Rigby - @themarginalthinker Emil - @morticrows Mir and Marie - @problemsynth Claire - @pretend-pretend-vampire Thom - @socialprawn Charlie - @osatokun Quinn and Sunspire - @tzimizce Niko - @shaydh Daimund - @thesixthplaneteer (art by me!) Shivers - @kmpshitposter Andrea - @bugcouncil Heleen - @m4rloe5 j and clemency - @luoniiel and @kermitted-cause Brooklyn - @svampira Wyrd - @clompe Apollo - @mountainashfae Lucas, Noelle, and Zeus - @supersquiddle Finn - @confusedwithglitter Lyla and Thirteen - @problemsynth Father Emir - @urbanknightart Monroe - @cynical-tuba

Nosferatu New Year: @its-sixxers - Elaine de la Saules, Casimmir, Briar Mary, Adam Romaniuk @themarginalthinker - Blue, Charlie, Tweak @tzimizce - Quinn @confusedwithglitter - Orpheus @the-art-block - Oginn, Atena:ti, Lamb, and Wolf Mother @holly-bearie - Angelo @problemsynth - Nere @m4rloe5 - Charlie

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Wrong Number: Chibs Telford X Reader One shot

When reader texts some enticing photos to the wrong number and not to her ol man, she's met with some surprising but hoped for results.

18+ Not full smut but implied.

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She let out a frustrated groan as she followed him into the clubhouse, his legs far longer than her own making him move too far ahead of her. The words left Y/N’s lips a low growl erupting from her throat as they entered the clubhouse making their way behind the bar. “I swear to God, Tigger. I’m going to kill you.”

The outlaw biker in front of her only chuckled in response to the threat he clearly was not taking her as seriously as she would have hoped. “Well that’s a little dramatic.”

She glared up at the flip phone in his hand as he held it far above his head out of her reach, her cheeks growing all the more crimson from both anger and sheer humiliation. “Delete them. Delete them right now , Tig.”

Tig had the audacity to actually giggle at the request, shaking his head. “You’re one hundred percent sure these weren’t meant for me? I mean I don’t think you’ve been accepting of any advances I might have shot your way, but if this is your way of giving me a green light then I fully accept.”

A frustrated groan left Y/N’s lips, her cheeks growing even more flushed as she thought of the two sensual photos she’d accidentally texted to Tig’s cell number instead of the cell number she’d been intending.

She fully blamed herself for the slipup. She’d taken the photos after having a little bit of whiskey, the booze loosening her up enough to decide it was a brilliant idea to take some provocative photos for her man. It wasn’t their first venture into this game.  

It sure as hell wasn’t her first venture into taking erotic photographs. Her past job had consisted of having risque photographs taken of her and posted on both vanilla and not so vanilla websites. Cara Cara had just been one site she’d done some solo work for.

It wasn’t something she’d ever dreamed of doing. It had started as an easy way to make a quick buck in college after she’d become familiar with a girl who’d done some similar work and had gotten her into the scene.

Y/N had been a broke college girl hoping to make some fast cash so she could eat something other than ramen for dinner. It had gone further than just a one time thing though. 

Y/N had always considered herself to be pretty open minded, so it had not been too difficult to lean into doing more fetish material the longer she’d worked. She’d been able to find plenty of work doing some S&M material. 

The jobs had started coming in and soon her coursework and college attendance had started to taper off. She’d dropped out and decided to take the option with more money. She figured college would always be there, the ability to make money while she was still desirable enough would only be a fleeting chance though.

She’d leaned more into her job within the industry and a promise of fast cash even if it meant doing something that at times had made her life more complicated than it needed to be. 

Her past employment was part of how she’d met her man to begin with. She’d become a friend of Lyla Winston’s through her work. Though Y/N’s job in the industry had only consisted to fetish material based on photographs and the occasional solo work, and Lyla’s work in the industry went far beyond that, the two women had still become friends.

When Y/N had decided that she wanted to move away from the industry and find something a little more straight-laced, Lyla had suggested a bookkeeping job at TM Auto. 

Y/N could admit a big push out of the industry had been the suggestion that she might want to consider starting to do some video work with partners. It felt less like a suggestion though and more as though she was being pressured into it.

She had been fine with the photographs and the solo work had been tolerable. She wasn’t interested in going any deeper into it though. She’d been searching for an out, and Lyla’s offer to get her an interview at TM Auto had been a perfect escape route. 

She’d always been good with numbers, so she’d decided to take the offer to interview for the bookkeeping gig at TM. 

It had not been easy to get the job of course. Gemma Teller Morrow had her suspicions about the young woman who’d come to interview even if Lyla did give her glowing praise.

Y/N knew Gemma was well within her right to be suspicious. She knew her past employment had given her a reputation and she was well aware of what assumptions people made about her. She’d been around a few of the girls in her industry who seemed to view SAMCRO as a chance to hook up with an outlaw and get a quick thrill. Ima was a perfect example of the type of girl who put a bad taste in Gemma’s mouth when it came to anyone who Lyla associated with. Lyla herself had a difficult enough time shaking her reputation and being respected in SAMCRO’s world. 

Y/N had found that she had to make it pretty clear that she was only interested in the bookkeeping gig. She had made it quite known that she had zero interest in trying to land herself a guy in a kutte. She made it obvious that she was not looking to seek a sexual thrill out of hooking up with a criminal. She had been unashamed to declare to Gemma that this job opportunity wasn’t her attempting to become a croweater or even an attempt to walk on the wildside. 

Gemma had taken a chance on her desperate enough for the help at the garage. Lord knows she needed all the help she could get at the garage.

The majority of the Sons had been serving a 14 month sentence in San Joaquin correctional facility, The Sons on the outside were struggling to keep the business going, and Tara Knowles had been expecting a new member of the family while trying to balance a growing Abel Teller. 

Gemma knew her attention needed to be spread between the garage, her place as the Queen of SAMCRO, and her son’s growing family. 

So, Y/N had worked as an extra set of hands at the garage. She’d proven to be a great help at the office at TM Auto working both with the books and doing work within the office once Gemma had needed more help.

Her employment at the garage had not gone unnoticed by the few Sons on the outside nor had it escaped the eyes of a few non patched club hang-arounds who worked in the garage. 

It had not taken Y/N long to realize that the men around the garage were most likely familiar with her past work. There had been a few snickers and crude comments whispered among the men. They’d not even made an attempt to hide them from her. 

She’d not minded the ogling stares nor the lewd whispered comments. Or at least she’d tried to pretend she’d not minded them.

She’d learned in her past career that she had to have thick skin. Opie Winston had been kind enough. He’d been dating Lyla when Y/N had begun working for TM and he’d seemed approving of her even if he didn’t always seem to approve of his girlfriend’s line of work.

One other man had seemed to shy away from the obscene remarks and leers. In fact, Chibs Telford had proven to be a complete gentleman to her.

She’d been suspicious at first. She was almost certain the sweet gentleman act was most likely an attempt to charm his way into her pants. Lord knows she’d had a few guys try the nice guy act once they figured out what she did for a living.

She had soon realized though that the nice guy act was far from an act.

Chibs genuinely seemed to be prone to treating her like a lass after his own heart. 

It hadn’t been hard for them to form a friendship of sorts. It had been less hard once Chibs had shut down a less than quiet vulgar remark made about her body and her past bondage work by some foolish nonpatched mechanic around the garage. 

It had definitely created some sexual tension between Chibs and she that had not gone unnoticed by a few people around the garage. 

She’d considered if there was something more there than friendship, but had shied away from pursuing anything. She’d told herself that even if there was some lingering sexual tension that it was likely just that. 

She’d grown accustomed to the knowledge that most men in her life viewed her as more of a sexual object and less than a fully formed person. She could admit that she feared Chibs’ interest in her leaned more on the sexual side of the coin and she couldn’t bear the disappointment in finding out that he maybe didn’t view her past lust. 

She’d been unaware that he’d held his own reservations. Chibs had been certain that a young attractive woman like her most likely wasn’t interested in him. She was far more than the former fetish model the guys around the garage had labeled her as. She was a gorgeous woman but that wasn't the only thing that had him so taken by her. She was clever and funny and sweet as can be. He was enamored and it scared the hell out of him. 

She had come into his life at a strange time. He’d recently come to the decision with Fiona to end their marriage now that Jimmy O’ was no longer a threat and they were free to live their lives. They’d realized those lives were best lived only as coparents to their daughter and not as romantic partners.

It had been a painful choice but they’d both known they’d changed in the years since they’d last been able to behave as a married couple.

He’d been mourning the end of that chapter of his life and had been trying to focus on keeping the club afloat with most of his brothers locked away.

Y/N had provided a tempting escape from the stress and heartache. He’d been unwilling to lean too far into the temptation of that escape though. 

He’d been unwilling until he just couldn’t help himself anymore. 

The cross over into friendship into something more had happened a late night at the garage where they'd been the only ones remaining; he working late in the garage on a stubborn Harley rebuild and her working on some stubborn books.

A shared joint had loosened up reservations between the two and a kiss had happened. The kiss had lead to a passionate make out session on the little couch at TM Auto and the makeout session had led to her being bent over the desk at TM Auto with him taking her from behind.

After that encounter she’d expected things to be awkward or worse had feared that he’d disappear once he got what he wanted. She knew that old saying: when men got what they want they never wanted it again.

Much to her shock Chibs Telford had wanted it again and again and again.

The want had continued as the months had gone by. 

Once his incarcerated brothers had been released Y/N had feared that her time working in the garage had come to an end, but to her shock Gemma had asked her to stay on.

Y/N had even begun taking some online courses in accounting. 

Things with Chibs had continued on, though much to her chagrin they’d not exactly placed a label on it. 

He’d not seemed to be in any rush to make whatever they had going on together public knowledge either.

She’d bit back her annoyance once it had hit her that she didn’t seem to be just another bedroom partner for Chibs. It had become clear that she was his only bedroom partner.

She’d heard the prodding and teasing from his brothers towards Chibs about his neglect of the croweaters and prodding over just who was keeping his dick wet.

Little glances Chibs sent her way had gone unnoticed for the most part. If anything his brothers had assumed that the older Scot had a crush that he wasn't acting on and had not looked into it any deeper.

Chibs had also made it clear that he didn’t want anyone making a move on her either. Kozik and one of the prospects Miles had made the mistake of trying to push up on her, and Chibs had just about cracked a tooth making an excuse to get the men far from the woman he’d been spending his nights with.

Y/N had come to the irritated acceptance that pushing Chibs into putting a label on them and making things between them public knowledge was not something she could force. 

She would be lying though if she tried to pretend that lately it wasn’t becoming more and more obnoxious though.

A big part of her wanted to scream at him to piss or get off the pot.

Perhaps that was why texting him naughty photos more frequently had become a habit lately.

She’d had hopes that maybe reminding him that she was there and was willing would push him to at least think about her as something more than what she was beginning to fear she might be to him.

She had hopes that seeing her in such provocative positions in his dorm room of all places would plant the idea in his head that she could spend every night in his dorm if he wanted it. If he wanted to make it clear that she was his and actually put a label on it then she would be happy to be in his dorm anytime he wanted. 

She knew it was probably a dumb idea. If she wanted him to place a label on it and be open about it with the people in their lives then perhaps dirty photos weren’t the right move? The dirty photos were supposed to be a secret after all. 

Their entire courtship had felt too secretive for her liking. 

She was beginning to lose hope though. She was considering stepping up her game. She was tempted to let Kozik take her on that damned bike ride he’d been offering her for months now. Maybe seeing someone else be so willing to be seen with her in public would light a fire under the Scottish idiot’s ass?

She’d been toying with the idea but she had a feeling it would just bite her in the ass.

She had allowed the whiskey to push her to once again try the naughty photo angle. Maybe if he kept seeing her in such a state in his dorm room he’d take the damn hint? 

The red dress had been a praised favorite of her intended texting partner. The red lace of her bra had been a new purchase that had been made with him in mind. The push up bra made her assets look so tempting. She’d realized he liked her in red. 

She was almost stunned that Tig Trager had not recognized the dorm room that had been featured in the background of the two photos that had been sent his way.

The small glimpse of the dorm room would have most likely given a hint of just who those two photos had been meant for had Tig bothered to pay attention to the background.

She glared up at Tig as he held the cell phone up even higher, a chuckle leaving him as she attempted to reach up her arms stretching as high as she could. The height difference made the feat an impossible one though. The cell phone remained far from her reach. 

She was tempted to kick him in the balls and get the damn phone that way, but she wasn’t willing to fight dirty…not yet at least.

She spoke another frustrated growl leaving her throat. “Tig, this is not funny, delete them right now.”

Tig replied a sigh leaving him. “I’ll delete them if you tell me who they’re intended for. Please tell me it isn't fucking Kozik. I’ve seen the looks he sends you Y/N. You deserve way more than that blonde moron, trust me? Oh, Christ. It’s not one of the damn prospects is it? I know both Miles and V-Lin stare at you like you’re a steak dinner and they’ve been trapped in death valley. Please tell me you aren’t giving it up to one of them? I think we both know you’re way more woman than they can handle.”

Y/N felt her cheeks grow pink remembering the poorly thought out scheme to perhaps use Kozik’s interests in her to get a rise out of Chibs.

She had to agree with Tig’s assessment somewhat…Kozik was somewhat sweet…but not the brightest.

She could admit she’d decided against using Kozik as a means to force Chibs hand partially because the poor guy was so sweet…and ditzy. It felt wrong using him to get the man she loved to make a commitment.

As far as the prospects went, Y/N had zero interest in either man. She had a distinct feeling that both men were more boys than men. She had a feeling that the prospects would have zero clue how to please her in the bedroom and didn't have quite the maturity for anything outside the bedroom.

There was only one man who she knew as capable of pleasing her and much to her frustration he seemed hesitant to make things between them public or give any indication to her that this was something more than them having fun.

He always said the same thing the few times she'd brought it up. I'm having a lot of fun with you. I enjoy being with you. I want to keep it to ourselves just a little bit longer.

She could admit she'd hesitated to push him to actually address the issue. She feared that Chibs may never be willing to give her the relationship she desired. She was not looking to rush into the heartbreak she was sure would come if it was said clear and plain that he did not view her as an actual romantic partner and did not want everyone to know she was his.

She spoke a groan leaving her as she continued to struggle to reach the phone she had taken to jumping in place to attempt to snatch it from his grasp. “Alexander Trager, I swear to God, delete those photos or I will murder you and no one will ever find the freaking body.”

“Lass, what’s with all the death threats? What have ya done to piss her off Tig?” A familiar voice sounded out beside her.

Y/N cringed glancing at the Scotsman as he approached the bar, an amused smirk on his lips. 

She sighed at the sight of the man who those damn photos had been intended for. He’d had a long morning, meeting with the Irish and then being drug away on a tow job the instant he’d returned to the garage.

She’d hoped that the photos would be a pleasant gift to him as well as another hint to put a label on this and make it public.

She sighed wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor and disappear as Tig grinned giddy to bring Chibs in on the act of tormenting TM Autos' favorite office worker. 

Tig grinned between Chibs and Y/N as she spoke. “Little Miss Y/N accidentally sent me some very alluring photos. She won’t tell me who they’re intended for and she refuses to admit that it’s clearly me. I’m right, right Y/N? It’s me, you don’t have to be shy. You could have just said the word and I would have given you the Tig-action you’re craving. You didn’t have to go through the routine of sending me dirty photos and pretending it’s not meant for me. Just say the word and I’ll go grab some baby oil.”

“Tig I swear to God.” She snapped, refusing to glance over at Chibs, certain he was not entirely pleased with this information.

Tig spoke a giggle leaving him still content to prod her. “I know, I know baby oil isn’t the best choice, but it works in a bind, babe. I’m a big man, we’re going to need the help.”

Y/N cringed at the possessive growl that left Chibs he not entirely amused at the statement. “Those weren’t meant fer ya.”

“I know, she won’t tell me who they're meant for. You gotta see them, Chibby. It’s fucking torture. I’m afraid it was meant for Kozik. She won’t own up to it, but we both know the idiot sends her heart-eyes at every chance he gets. Herman Kozik is so not worth red lace.” Tig exclaimed not picking up on the irritation and jealousy bouncing off Chibs.

Y/N wanted to melt into a puddle of awkward shame she refusing to meet Chibs’ eyes choosing instead to stare down at the floor. This moment was going to kill her. If she was capable of dying from awkward situations this would do it.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice, a domineering tone that made her knees weak and her center clench.“Let me see em.”

She resisted the urge to groan, having to hate that she’d always had a submissive streak, even before she'd gotten into fetish work. She had always had a thing for having a guy dominate her if he knew what he was doing and wasn't just being an asshole. She found it difficult to find a guy who was capable of dominating her without being a dick about it or misusing the trust she gave him. Chibs had proven he was more than capable of effectively giving her the domination she craved. He had proven he was capable of giving her what she wanted while respecting what boundaries she'd placed on the desire to submit to him.

She was quite certain he’d used that same tone of voice in a couple of their sexual encounters though it usually involved him saying far more lewd things. 

That tone of voice was usually reserved for when he told her to take her clothing off and bend over for him, or to get down on her knees and open her greedy little mouth for his cock.

It was so a voice she did not need to hear outside of those scenarios.

Tig did not notice Y/N hitch in breath to the voice he jerking a little shocked as Chibs yanked the phone from his grasp before he had a chance to even comprehend what was happening.

He dared to speak, the playful tone disappearing, he at least having the sense to prove that he wasn't a total scumbag. “Come on, Chibs. I’m sure she doesn’t want everyone seeing them. I was going to delete them…eventually.”

Chibs ignored him gazing down at the photos on the screen, a groan of approval and desire leaving his lips. He reached down clearly making an attempt to adjust his jeans. It was obvious that the photos had the desired impact on the lower region of his body.

Y/N was more sure than ever that she could die of shame and awkward in the moment. She sighed coming to the conclusion that she’d had a good life or at least an okay one..if she died now it would be fine.

She widened her eyes as Chibs spoke his voice loud and clear. “These photos weren’t meant fer ya Lad, Pretty sure, my ol lady meant to text these fuckin glorious photos to me. She may a’been a wee bit tipsy when she decided to send em judgin by the dazed look in her eyes in this firs pic. My Love can’t handle her whiskey. She an I clearly need to have a talk bout drinkin an textin.”

“Wait, what?” Tig spat out his eyes growing wide struggling to grasp the information Chibs had just laid out on the table for him.

Chibs spoke again, hitting the delete button on the photos as he spoke. “I’ll be deletin these Tigger. Ain’ havin ya share what was meant fer my eyes with anyone else.”

Y/N stared up at him feeling as breathless as Tig though her astonishment was for a far different reason. Did he just call her what she thought he called her? Ol lady, his ol lady?

Chibs tossed the phone down on the bar as he nodded to Y/N. “Come on, M’Love. I think ya need to show me jus what ya were hopin fer when ya meant to send those photos to me.”

She moved forward any of the embarrassed awkwardness she’d felt hanging over her leaving her brain her body heating up having the feeling Chibs was going to show her just how much those photos had affected him.

Chibs wrapped an arm around her his hand sliding down to her backside, giving it a squeeze that sent a message that he had zero intention of hiding what she was to him from anyone ever again. 

He spoke his voice picking up that possessive growl he’d shown earlier. “Red lace, Lass? Ya still got it on?”

She gazed up at him, her knees feeling wobbly and her panties getting beyond soaked. “No, I’m wearing something else…purple lace.”

He gave her backside a squeeze, his voice still holding that possessive tone. “Aye, think I’ll like that too.”

He pressed his lips to hers as they made their way down the hallway towards his dorms before he spoke. “Gonna fuckin kill Tig fer seein yer body, Love. Christ, think it’s time I put my crow on ya. Gotta make it clear to him, Kozik, and every other prick round here that yer mine…especially fuckin Kozik. The only way that idiot’s gonna get a clue is when my crow is on my ol lady.”

“As long as it’s not my tit. I’m not giving tit for tat, no matter how much I love you.” She remarked her mind spinning trying to grasp everything he’d just said.

This was more than what she’d hoped for and she’d not planned any of it. If she’d known it was going to be this simple she would have accidentally texted Tig intentionally.

He smirked his lips pressing to hers much gentler as they neared his dorm room. “Aye not on yer tit. Like those too much the way they are, Love.” 

She spoke needing to say the words. “I was almost afraid of what this was between us…afraid it wasn’t what I was hoping…you haven’t exactly seemed in any rush to put any label on it or show me any sign or this being anything in front of anyone. You’ve seemed pretty content keeping things between us so secretive…I actually thought I was going to have to give Kozik a date to light a fire under your ass or at least test you to see if this meant anything to you.”

Chibs cringed realizing she had a point. “Aye, I know Love. Trus me…I know I’ve not exactly been open bout how I feel bout ya. To tell the truth...Ya came into my life at an odd time, Love. I love ya deeply, ain’ felt that way bout anyone in a long while. I was fraid of not bein what ya need…fraid of failing ya. Almos' convinced myself ya were more than I could ever deserve and ya'd realize it sooner or later. I was almos fraid if I put a label on it and let anyone know then I’d lose ya the same way I lose everyone else I love. I thought if the world knew ya were mine then it’d put a target on yer back.  No more though, Lass. This scares the shite outta me, but not havin ya…losin ya due to my own fear…that scares me even more. I love ya too damn much to hide what I feel fer ya m’love.”

He paused a huff leaving him. “I’d kick Kozik��s fuckin teeth in if he ever took ya on a date fer the record.”

She didn’t have a chance to reply as he pressed his lips to hers the words leaving him “Putting my crow on ya as soon as possible, Love. Not hidin what ya are to me.”

“I want it…and for the record. You aren't going to lose me and you are never undeserving of me.” She promised her hand reaching up to caress his cheek, he leaning into her touch a content sigh leaving him. 

He pressed another kiss to her lips as he reached down, opening his dorm. “I love ya, Lass. Love my ol lady so much more than she knows.”

She allowed him to lead her into the room fully content to let him show her just much he loved her. 

Neither heard Tig as the man finally snapped out of his shocked daze, his voice loud and full of relief. “Ol lady…Chibs…Oh thank Christ it’s not fucking Kozik.”

[maurawrites]

Winter Ave Zoli as Lyla Dvorak in ‘Sons of Anarchy’