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Dixie and her babies.

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Old Lady - 1

A/N: Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Bodhi Day, Shogatso and any other holiday I may have missed! I know not all of these are celebrated on the 24th-25th but I wanted to include them anyway. I hope it's alright, I wanted to be inclusive but if it's somehow offensive or incorrect or wrong, I'm sorry and I hope all of you have had a wonderful holiday up to now and all the way through to the end. I love all of you, happy Holidays!<3

(Warnings: mentions of smut, blood, descriptions of getting shot, angst, Nosocomephobia, Latrophobia, it’s a fun one y’all lol sorry)

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You sighed heavily with a smile as you got out of your car, closing the door and approaching the men sitting by a table, drinking and smoking and chatting, your eyes instantly finding his salt and pepper hair, a warm feeling forming in your stomach, like warm butterflies that spread throughout your entire body. You grinned as you saw how he noticed you, slowly getting up, taking off his sunglasses and practically throwing them on the ground as he moved towards you. You couldn’t hold in the tears as you ran to him, jumping up and hugging him tightly as he caught you, taking a deep breath, taking him in, the feel of him, the scent he always carried around of whiskey, motor oil and leather. You sighed heavily again and hugged him tighter before parting from him, Chibs still holding you up by your ass. “God, I missed you” you said with a light chuckle, Chibs grinning and kissing you briefly before resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed “I missed yer too love, missed ya so fuckin’ much” he whispered and you giggled, kissing him as he let you down, your feet hitting the ground but his hands stayed on your ass as he continued to kiss you “how was Denmark, eh? Went back a second time” he murmured against your lips and you nodded with a grin “wet, cold, amazing… I missed it… spent so much time over there, I had to get back” you admitted, Chibs nodding with a smirk “aye, I know, still glad to have ye back, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing you again, his hand grabbing your ass even harder, pulling you against him. “Get a room!” Juice yelled jokingly. “No!” Tig shouted back and you couldn’t help but laugh at them “didn’t miss them as much, though” you admitted, Chibs’ arm around your shoulders, your fingers entwined as you walked towards the boys. Jax got up and hugged you as you let go of Chibs to hug him back, Tig instantly being the next to stand up, arms open and you gently shook your head “no, not this time” you laughed, Tig’s smile falling and he frowned at you “why does Jax get one and I don’t?” he pouted and you couldn’t help but laugh more “because you always get a boner” you pointed out, Chibs smirking at Tigs “aye, ya do. Can’t say I blame ya tho’” Chibs said and gently put a hand on your lower back, you turned to face him, smiling up at him lovingly “which reminds me, excuse us gentlemen” he said and in one swift motion picked you up over his shoulder, smacking your ass as you yelped and he carried you inside the club house.

“Chibs! Put me down” you laughed and tried to hit his back but he just slapped your ass in return “not yet love” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh more as the boys, except for Tig, cheered him on. “I’m going to have my head smacked against something” you said as you tried to stop laughing, feeling Chibs shrug as he walked down the hallway “don’ worry, I’ll give ya bruise a kiss if tha’s the case” he said jokingly and you scoffed, deciding to accept your fate as he opened the door, carried you inside, kicked the door shut and then placed you down on his bed, immediately kissing you as if you were his last life line, his last hope for salvation.

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You frowned as you listened to what the guys were talking about. Chibs’ hand was on your waist as you sat on his lap, pretending to be on your phone when in reality you were listening in on what they were saying. “I don’t like it” you suddenly said, not even looking up from your phone as you continued to pretend to be occupied, though your attention was still mostly on the boys. Chibs frowned at you, his grip on your hips tightening briefly to get your attention on him “what? Why?” he asked and you shrugged, putting your phone away and giving the group your full attention “something’s up with you and Clay, Jax… and I don’t like it… something’s wrong, like-... like a rift between you two?” you asked with a deeper frown, Chibs mulling over your words as Jax shrugged “don’t worry darlin’, just some father-son shit, ain’t nothing to worry about” he said and you rolled your eyes “sure, and I’m the Queen of England” you said sarcastically, Jax scoffing at you with a smirk while Chibs chuckled, his hand giving your hip a quick gentle slap “tha’ would make me a king, wouldn’t it?” he asked with a smirk and you scoffed “only if you marry me, darling, until then, you’re just my concubine… my side-piece” you said with a smirk, leaning down and kissing him before getting up and walking towards Gemma, the guys laughing with Chibs while some of them wolf whistled, much to Chibs’ slight annoyance.

“Hey Gem, you need any help?” you asked, pointing to the boxes she was struggling with, not even waiting for a reply before you picked up two boxes on top of each other “where to?” you asked and Gemma smirked at you “back room, we got Bobby’s welcome home party tonight, stocking up” she explained as she led the way, you hot on her heels. “Are crow eaters gonna be there?” you asked with a bitter taste in your mouth, nose scrunching up in a grimace as you put the boxes down, Gemma chuckling lightly “yeah, but I doubt you’ll have any trouble, if you do, just do what I taught you” she said and put a hand on her hip as she leaned against a wall, watching you organize the boxes and taking stock of what alcohol you had and didn’t have “go for the face, elbow in the tits” you said and Gemma chuckled again “that’s my girl” she praised, walking out of the storage room with you. You smiled at Chibs and walked over again, leaning down and kissing him, one of his hands gently cupping your cheek as you parted “I’m going to go get some booze for the party, we’ve run out of whiskey” you said and Chibs smirked “what have I done to deserve ya lass?” he asked lovingly and you chuckled “want alphabetically or chronologically ordered lists?” you asked jokingly and Chibs leaned up and kissed you again, completely forgetting that the guys were watching, though Tigs was watching with more interest than he should have, but luckily he looked away just when Chibs parted from you, so he wouldn’t see him staring. Chibs lightly smacked your ass “alright, on yer way” he said and you scoffed “careful, I might buy irish” you said and Chibs looked annoyed “no irish!” he shouted after you as you went to your car, a big grin on your lips. “Hate the way it fuckin’ tastes” Chibs muttered, eyes still on you as you got in your car and drove away, Jax smirking at him as well as Clay, making Chibs frown confused “wha’?” he asked and Jax exchanged a look with Clay and laughed “you better marry her soon, or I will” he joked and Chibs scoffed “ye got Tara” he pointed out and Jax laughed, Juice and Chibs joined in but Tigs just looked slightly sour.

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You sighed as you carried the box of Scotch Whiskey to your car, putting it on the floor of the car in the back seat and making sure the box wouldn’t fall or slide too much from side to side while you drove. “Help! Someone please help!” a woman screamed, catching your attention, you frowned at her and quickly hurried over after locking your car “what’s the problem?” you asked, she looked frantic, horrified even. “T-There’s this g-guy and h-he’s bleeding and my phone is dead and I don’t think he’s breathing!” she said as she moved into an alley, you right behind her as you handed her your phone, running the way she was pointing “call an ambulance!” you called and ran into the alley she had pointed towards, only to be found with nothing. Some big trash cans but otherwise nothing, no one was here. “Fuck” you mumbled, turning around only to come face to face with a white man, a peace tattoo almost right on his throat and suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your gut. You didn’t even hear the shot until after, or maybe you just didn’t register it until you looked down at your bleeding stomach. Your eyes widened and you stumbled ever so slightly back, looking at the guy as he just walked away, leaving you to die. You felt your eyes water, your chest felt as though you could barely breathe, you didn’t even whimper, it was like you had been kicked in the chest, all air knocked out of you as you supported yourself against a wall, leaning against it as you walked out of the alley. You let out a small cry as you fell once the wall ended, the hard ground scraping your skin as you let out a small whimper when you tried to crawl further onto the walkway. You didn’t have the energy to call out, to cry for help, all you could do was clutch your gut and cry silently.

You closed your eyes tightly as you tried to deal with the pain, not seeing a person running towards you, you only noticed them when they tilted you onto your back and pressed down on your stomach, causing you to cry out at the pain it caused. You opened your eyes to find Hale, looking down at you as he was saying something but you were too caught up in the pain, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lifted you up so your head was on his shoulder, his hand still pressing down on your stomach. “It’s alright, you’re alright” he whispered, holding you close to him as you cried “help is on the way, I promise, just stay with me” he whispered, feeling how cold your skin was, his frown deepening as he looked around him frantically, sirens blaring in the distance “t-tattoo…” you whimpered, Hale frowning down at you “what?” he asked and you cried as you felt another wave of burning pain rush through you “he had a t-tattoo” you whimpered and lifted a bloody hand where you had seen the tattoo “a p-peace-” you were cut off as you felt Hale shift as the paramedics arrived, Hale being forced to move out of the way as they took over, but he stayed by your side. “Peace? A tattoo with ‘Peace’ on it?” he asked desperately and you whimpered as you shook your head when they lifted you up on the stretcher “n-no, s-symbol” you managed, Hale nodding as they put you in the ambulance, getting up in it without another word, holding your bloody hand as the ambulance drove off.

“You’re okay, you’re okay” he whispered and you couldn’t help but chuckle through the tears and pain, the pain fading into a cold sensation, a numb feeling that you barely registered “y-you’re a t-terrib-ble liar” you said through tears, Hale scoffing as he forced a smile for your sake “only when it’s with you” he said and you smiled weakly “I-I k-k-know” you stuttered, wincing in pain as the ambulance made it over a bump, shaking you body. Everything felt like glass, as though you were so close to breaking apart into a million pieces. You opened your eyes again and looked at Hale “C-Chibs… h-he d-d-doesn’t know, they’re g-getting re-ready for Bobby’s-.... Bobby’s party” you stuttered out and Hale sighed “I’ll call him, get him from the club myself, but only once you’re okay” he said and you nodded, eyes closing without your permission “I l-love him, H-Hale… I wish…. wish we could’ve been married… I’ve always wanted to wear one of those big dresses… all white… all pretty for him” you slurred with a blissful smile at the image you saw before you, you in a white dress, walking towards Chibs with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, an adoring look in his eyes, nerves fluttering in your stomach with excitement, the image was enough to dull out the pain, your head tilting slightly to one side, the monitor you were hooked up to gave a flat line as Hale watched in horror, holding your cold hand as you were no longer gripping it, the paramedic beginning CPR while Hale just sat there, eyes wide with horror, tears slowly forming in his eyes as he watched your pale, lifeless body as it moved whenever the paramedic pushed harshly on your chest. Hale flinched as the heart monitor began to beep again, but you didn’t wake up, it was as though you were already dead.

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Hale got out of his car and slowly approached the group that was outside. Jax, Clay, Tigs, Juice, Chibs and Gemma, all talking until they saw a blood covered Hale walk over, eyes on the ground as if he didn’t dare look at them “jesus, Hale, the fuck happened to you?” Jax asked but his joking demeanor faded as Hale just looked directly at Chibs “(Y/N)... she was shot, I was in the ambulance with her a-and she flatlined and-” he could barely finish his sentence, Chibs pushing past him, getting on his bike and driving off at full speed, most definitely over the speed-limit, leaving them all there as Hale just stood there, Gemma approaching him, taking in his shocked state “is she alive? Is my baby girl alive?” she asked quickly with worry and he nodded “the paramedics brought her back… she’s in surgery, but I promised her I’d get Chibs as soon as I could...” he said and Gemma nodded, looking over her shoulder at the rest of the group, all of them horrified at the prospect of losing you.

The rest of the club met Chibs at the hospital, his leg bouncing as he sat in a chair, staring at the ground, occasionally getting up whenever a doctor walked by, only to sit back down, just as disappointed as the last time a doctor walked by. Jax approached and sat down next to him, sighing heavily “Hale told me what happened… she’s gonna make it, she’s strong. She pulled herself out of an alley with a gut wound and then managed to tell who did it, no way in hell she’s dying on us” he said and Chibs looked at him with tears in his eyes, Jax pulling him into a tight hug. Clay sat on the other side of Chibs and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it in a comforting manner.

The entire group spent the next ten hours waiting, stiff as a board whenever a doctor walked by, only to go back to the agonizing waiting time. Finally, a doctor walked up to them, blood covering their scrubs and Chibs instantly stood up, approaching him with a frown on his face “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked and Chibs nodded, the doctor sighing “stopping the bleeding and making sure she didn’t bleed out was by far the toughest thing about this surgery, she was in pretty bad shape but she pulled through, we’ve induced her in a medical coma so she can heal properly, it was a difficult wound to operate on. She will be in the coma for a few days, maybe a week, if everything goes according to the plan, you can be there when we take her out of the medically induced coma, though only the closest family” he informed and without thinking Chibs just spoke “Can I see ‘er now?” he asked desperately and the doctor sighed “yes, but she’s still out. I’ll lead you to her room” he said and turned, hearing multiple footsteps, turning once again to see the entire group following him, stopping abruptly as he stopped, waiting impatiently for him to continue walking once more to lead them to your room. The doctor hesitated but seeing the patches they were carrying, the name, he let them follow him to your room even though it broke procedure. He let them inside and took in the group, these dangerous bikers, all watching your unconscious form with immense worry, it made a small smile form on his lips. “You’ll have to be gone by visiting hours” he informed and left the room. Chibs instantly held your hand, noticing some dried blood on your throat, a circle with three sloppy lines inside of it. Chibs got up and leaned closer, still holding your hand with one while pointing at the symbol with the other “the fuck is this?” he asked quietly, Jax walking over and leaning closer, narrowing his eyes before looking up at Chibs with a small smirk. “Hale said she identified her attacker via a tattoo… she must have drawn this while she was still conscious, this has to be where the tattoo she saw was… told you she was strong” Jax informed, Gemma walking closer to see the bloodied spot, her entire body nearly shaking with anger at the sight of you unconscious, wounded and barely hanging on by a thread. “Baby? Ge-” Gemma left the room before Clay could finish, hurrying down the hallway as quickly as her heels allowed her, heading for the pediatric section when she finally found her. “Gemma? What’s happened? Are you-”

“Someone shot (Y/N)... someone shot my girl, Tara, and I don’t trust these pussy doctors not to fuck things up, you know how she feels about hospitals, all they’ll do if she panics is dope her up on whatever the hell they’ve got and you and I both know what that’ll do to her, these doctors don’t know who they’re dealing with, it’ll be shit for her” Gemma hissed in anger, Tara frowning at her before realizing the gravity of the situation. “Oh my god… oh my god! Is she alright?”

“She pulled through surgery… she saw his tattoo and drew it on herself with her own fucking blood to identify him, Tara” Gemma whispered in a harsh tone, Tara thinking things over before nodding to herself, walking into the empty chapel with Gemma and sitting down. “Oh my god… Did Hale get a description?”

“Yeah… you gotta look after her, these damn doctors don’t know shit, she hates hospitals, Tara… she’ll freak out when she wakes up and they’ll try to drug her and it’ll only freak her out even more” Gemma muttered in anger, Tara nodding softly “it’s okay, I’ll check in on her as much as possible, I promise…” Tara whispered, Gemma nodding after a second or two of silence before turning around to walk back into the hospital room where you were laying.

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The steady sounds of the heart monitor beeping was like a headache that wouldn’t go away, it’d disappear for a second only to come back. “Turn it off” you slurred, wincing a little as you tried to move, your eyes opening to look up at Chibs who smiled down at you with tired eyes. “Hey there, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead, lingering there before pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed as his breath wavered when he took in a breath of air. “Where am I?” you slurred, looking around with a frown as Chibs sat back down at your side, holding one of your hands “yer in the hospital, love, ya got shot…” Chibs murmured, a frown on your brow as you began to remember things before passing out. “Blonde, good ass…” you slurred, Chibs frowning at you with confusion. “The woman… blonde bob-cut hair, practically the perfect image of a daddy’s girl, good ass from what I saw… she was-... screaming for help, saying some guy was bleeding in an alley and that her phone was-... fucking shit I gave her my phone” you cursed in a slurred voice as you remembered, Chibs unable to not smile, gently shaking his head at you “that’s the first thing yer worried about? Yer damn phone?” he asked with amusement, a tired smirk on your lips as you looked at him “hey, I got some very private texts and pictures on that phone from my old man, I don’t want some blonde skank to go through my phone” you murmured, Chibs chuckling lightly. “How long has it been? Has Bobby gotten out yet?”

“Aye, ‘bout three weeks ago, love, but don’t you worry ‘bout that now, eh? Want you to heal properly-”

“Fuck that, I can’t stand that goddamn heart monitor, get me out of here-”

“Love-”

“I’m serious, get me out of here, I’ll sleep at the clubhouse, I have Tara’s number, I’m good-”

“I ain’t, ‘m not lettin’ yer outta this hospital before yer ready to do somersaults, love…”

“You’re going to wait a very long time because I couldn’t even do that before I got shot, I can’t do it with my fat ass” you joked lightly, Chibs smirking as he leaned over you, lips hovering over yours “aye, and what an arse it is” he purred, smirking when he heard the heart monitor indicate your heart rate going up. “Careful, I thought you wanted me to heal?”

“Aye, I do, but you’d have trouble bein’ careful too if you could see that arse of yours” Chibs whispered softly and dear god you were suddenly very aware at the lack of underwear these damn hospitals forced people to endure, a thin hospital gown really being the only clothing you had on. “Jesus Christ, Chibs… get me out of here” you whispered softly, pleading with him, Chibs gently shaking his head “not till yer ready-”

“Fillip, please, I’m good, I-”

“Ya have a hole through yer gut, love… yer alright in ‘ere, Happy’s alright with stayin’ guard while I’m not ‘ere” Chibs informed, a small sigh leaving you as you let yourself fall back down on your pillow “great, now I’m being guarded-”

“You were targeted, love… we got some idea who it was but we’ve never dealt with this type of shite before, ‘sides, Gemma’s been all weird as well, screamed at Clay ‘n kicked his bike-”

“Holy shit, I thought you said I’ve only been out for three weeks?”

“Ya have, love… shite’s fallin’ apart without yer, ‘bout a week after yer got shot, Gem’s got into an accident” Chibs’ voice was soft as he held your hand in his, a sigh leaving you as you closed your eyes and shook your head softly. Your free hand moved under the covers, feeling under your gown around your wound before nodding to yourself. “I wanna go home, Chibby… I don’t want to be here, it’s too-…”

“I know, love, I know. But ya ain’t healed yet-”

“Rick Grimes was good after a week or so” you shot back, Chibs shaking his head and smirking at you “yer ain’t Rick Grimes, love” he pointed out and you groaned “ain’t that the truth” you mumbled to yourself before forcing yourself to sit up, your heart monitor beeping like a fire alarm until you pulled the thing off your finger and those weird sticky things off your chest and ribs, Chibs moving around the bed to try and get you to lay down. “Love, yer ain’t-”

“Safe here, that’s what I’m not. I’m not safe here… the garage is basically a fortress, Chibs, I’m safer there. It’s been three weeks, it’s okay” you mumbled softly, cupping his scarred cheeks in your hands before standing up, wincing ever so slightly, Chibs reluctantly helping you up and holding you as you found your footing. Suddenly the door opened and Tigs popped in, mouth open like he was about to say something, until he saw your ass hanging out of the backless hospital gown. “I uh-... I’m-... like-... totally hard right now-”

“Get the fuck out yer creep” Chibs shouted, Tigs nodding, almost out of the door when he opened it back up with a small wince, knowing he was treading on thin ice. “Just wanted to say-... Jax needs you” he stated before hurrying out of the room before the Scottsman could slaughter him like a damn pig. You couldn’t help but shake your head and chuckle at Tig, he’d always been weird, you knew that, but he’d also always had a small thing for you since you returned to Charming from abroad the first time, either he was very, very attracted to you or he had a small crush on you, though you weren’t even sure if those things were separate when it came to Tig.

“Help me get dressed?” you asked softly, Chibs looking back down at you with soft eyes “aye, but I still ain’t sure ‘bout you leavin’” he voiced before hesitantly letting go of you on the bed to get a bag Gemma had packed for you for when you got released. “I know but-... I’m not a fan of hospitals, you know that. They freak me out and I can’t get better if I’m freaked out, right? That’s what doctors say? Lots of rest and all that? I can’t relax here…” you murmured, Chibs nodding with a soft sigh as he knew you were putting it lightly “I know love…” he looked up at you, kissing your bare leg as he helped you put your clothes on and get out of the hospital gown. “Hey, Tiggy!!” you called as you pulled your shirt down your body, being mostly clothed by now, the curly haired man entering with wide eyes, probably hoping to get another look at your ass. “Check me out, will ya? And I might let you see my ankles” you joked but Tig groaned like he was unbelievably turned on by your words, making you chuckle “absolutely, doll, whatever you want” he groaned, Chibs scoffing and glaring at him, making him nod and leave the room once more.

“Yer ankles?” Chibs asked amused, a smile forming on your face as you shrugged “you know, back in the day, seeing a lady’s ankles were the equivalent to porn or public sex” you stated casually, Chibs raising a teasing eyebrow at you as he was kneeling in front of you on one knee, his hands on your thighs, thumbs softly rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your pants. “Yer sayin’ ya’d star in porn fer ‘im?” Chibs asked teasingly, a smirk forming on your lips as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his teasingly “for Tiggy? No, only for you, love” you whispered, giving him a quick kiss, hearing him groan quietly “yer’ll be the death of me, love” he murmured and you chuckled lightly before accepting his help to stand up, Tara nearly bursting through the door with Tiggy following. “Sorry, I tried to stop her-”

“You can’t check out yet, (Y/N), you’re not stable enou-”

“I’m stable enough to stand and walk, hell, even go down on my old man, I’m good” you spouted out, wincing and holding the side of your gut as you walked past her, Tig groaning quietly before following after you and Chibs, Tara hurrying after you. “You can’t sign out, you’re still healing-”

“Give me an AMA form and I’ll sign out against medical advice, I don’t-” you sighed and looked around, almost as though you were embarrassed, leaning closer to Tara with a frown “I don’t-... I don’t like hospitals, okay? And I don’t like doctors a-and nurses a-and all this medical shit” you whispered quietly, Tara sighing as she gently shook her head at you “I can’t in good confidence sign you out, (Y/N)... I-”

“Good luck tryin’ to get through to ‘er, doc, she won’t stay, my Old Lady’s not stayin’ ‘ere if she don’t want to, ‘n she don’t… don’t think a damn army could stop ‘er” Chibs admitted quietly, Tara sighing before getting the necessary papers that you had to sign, stating you were leaving against medical advice. Once that was signed, you let out a heavy sigh as you stepped out of the hospital, eyes closed for a brief moment “let’s go home, love” Chibs stated softly, wrapping an arm carefully around you as he walked towards the T.M truck, Tig getting on his own bike.

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Dixie and her babies.

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The Fallen Star

Artist: Jan van Beers (Belgian, 1852–1927)

Date: 1874

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Royal Museum of Fine Arts Antwerp, Belgium

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Bark Europa - Can you imagine that this girl is already 112 years old?

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Old Lady - 3

(Warnings: blood, angst, a lot of angst, more Nosocomephobia, tiny fluff at the end)

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It’d been almost two months since you got shot and according to Tara you had healed extraordinarily well, seeing as you hadn’t been treated in the hospital and hadn’t been shying away from things that could tear open the wound again. And things that actually made it tear open again once or twice. You were currently perched on Chibs’ lap, sitting on the bench with your legs over him and his arms around you, a content smile on you face as you drew light circles against the back of his scalp with your nails until a black van was pulled into the lot by the tow truck, Chibs turning to you, kissing you softly before you got up without being told, your legs laying on the bench as you leaned against Juice’s shoulder, your eyes closed until the van exploded, your eyes opening wide. You felt your stomach drop as you saw him being thrown to the ground, running towards him and reaching him as the van still exploded one last time, the heat of it nearly burning your skin but you kneeled down by Chibs, tears in your eyes as you carefully turned him on his back, practically ripping open his kutte and leaning down on his chest, a small whimper leaving you as you looked up at Tara who kneeled down. “I can’t- I can’t hear a heartbeat, Tara, I can’t-”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, shh” she comforted before checking for a pulse, letting out a sigh of relief as she began to focus on his bleeding head “it’s okay, he’s alive” she whispered and if you had been standing, you knew your legs would’ve buckled and you fell to the ground, tears running down your cheeks as you weren’t sure what to do with your hands. You wanted to cup his face and kiss him, telling him he’d be alright but you didn’t want to get in the way of Tara. As the ambulance came and took him away, without a second thought you jumped up in it, taking Chibs’ hand and stroking his scraped forehead with tears in your eyes. “You’re alright… you’re fine, I promise, I’ll stay with you, okay? As long as I can” you whispered, leaning over and gently kissing his forehead, trying to keep your eyes off of the equipment and first responders in the ambulance while also trying to think of another word than ambulance since that didn’t exactly help, a leash on your mind that you tugged harshly on whenever it got too close to the thought that you were on your way to a hospital, the spike of anxiety making you worry even more for Chibs. “Miss, what’s your name?” you didn’t even know who was talking to you, your eyes locked on Chibs as you held his hand tightly. “(Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)... I’m-... he’s my-” you cut yourself off as you felt your chest tighten, the ride almost bumpy with how fast the ambulance was driving. “Alright, miss, what’s his name?”

“Chib-... Filip, Filip Telford but-.. h-he doesn’t-... everyone calls him Chibs… h-he’s scottish, I-I don’t know what his blood type is I’m sorry I-”

“It’s alright, miss, do you know of any prior medical history?”

All the medical talk made you clutch his hand tighter, your body shaking as it became harder and harder to handle the idea of being brought into a hospital. “N-No, I-... No, not besides the scars on his-... not-... I-I haven’t- not since I’ve known him, h-he knows--.... he knows I don’t like…” you trailed off, eyes locked on his unconscious face. “Hospitals? It’s alright, miss, we’re going to take good care of him, I promise” he assured and you nodded, closing your eyes and swallowing the thick lump in your throat, your hand holding his all the way through the hospital until the operating room, your cheeks stained with tears as you felt yourself begin to panic. The white, sterile halls almost seem to close in on you, the endless sounds of voices, phones, keyboards being typed on, it drove you nuts. You felt dizzy as your breathing began to pick up without you noticing. You nearly fell to the ground if it weren’t for the hands steadying you, leading you to a chair and when you sat down, you looked up, seeing a red haired woman with glasses in a fancy suit, a frown forming on your brows as you kept hyperventilating, even as she gave you a kind smile. “It’s okay, you’re okay. What’s your name?” she asked softly, kneeling in front of you so you could better look at her, a look of confusion on your face but she just smiled at you and nodded softly “it’s okay, do you like the color blue?” she asked and now you were more confused, what the fuck did blue have to do with anything?? You gently shrugged and she nodded, about to say something else when you heard your name being called, looking towards Tara and without saying anything you practically flung yourself at her, heart racing as you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“You’re okay, you’re panicking, it’s okay” Tara soothed, leading you towards the chapel, the most non-hospital looking place in the hospital, sitting you down on a pew as she sat down with you, talking you through your panic attack, the red haired woman watching from the chapel entry, studying how Tara seemed to easily talk you down, your hands covered in blood from holding Chibs’ hands and body but Tara covered them with her own, making sure you couldn’t see them unless you directly looked for it.

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You halted as you heard voices from inside Chibs’ room, a smile forming on your lips. He was awake. Finally, he was awake. You pushed the door open, the paper bag hiding the small bottle of scotch whiskey you had sneaked in for him, knowing that flowers were a bit cliché and he couldn’t drink those, your heart leaping with joy at the sight of his eyes open. Until you saw her, leaning over him, her hand on his. Your smile instantly dropped and although you’ve never seen her before, you knew. Your breath was stuck in your throat as you looked at her. She was beautiful. Of course she was beautiful. You felt your throat close as you looked down, tears in your eyes but you hid them as you awkwardly cleared your throat, walking over to Chibs’ bedside, putting the paper bag on the table and moving away from him as he reached for you, your gaze on the floor. “I uh… thought-... thought flowers were a bit too-... and-...” you cut yourself off and left the room, hand covering your mouth as you pushed past Gemma as she was talking with Tara, tears already streaming down your cheeks as you almost ran out of the hospital, moving as far away from it as possible, pretty much stumbling across the road in the middle of traffic, somehow not getting hit and making it to the other side, your back hitting a nearby fence as you felt your throat close up again, breaths becoming shallow and short as you felt like someone was sitting on your chest, like a damn corset that went tighter and tighter, crushing your lungs, bending your ribs, everything put under pressure. You felt like your head was under water, everything muffled, a ringing in your ears being the only clear sound as you nearly fell to the ground in panic, feeling so dizzy that you had to sit down but you didn’t, instead you moved, and moved, and moved, you weren’t even sure how far you walked when suddenly your lungs couldn’t take it anymore, the lack of a proper breath taking it’s toll on you as you finally collapsed and passed out with exhaustion with no idea of where you were.

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You woke up to quiet music, your body almost completely numb and you opened your eyes, looking around the room, a room you recognised. You frowned and managed to lift your head from the couch, looking around with a confused gaze, unsure of how the hell you ended up in Jax’s house but here you were, the sounds of Abel confirming everything. You forced yourself to sit up, a hand running over your face in frustration, memories slowly returning and you felt panic rise back up into you, tears forming in your eyes as you tried to hold in a sob. “You’re awake” you heard a voice, spinning up in shock and looking at a woman you didn’t recognize. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle ya… you’re (Y/N), right?” the woman asked and you hesitantly nodded, flinching as the woman stepped closer with her hand out and she seemed to get the hint, lowering her hand and nodding. “I’m Neeta, the babysitter” she stated and you calmed down a little, sighing softly and nodding “right, sorry, I just-...” you trailed off, watching the woman nod “it’s alright. You uh… you kinda passed out outside the door, I called Jax, he carried you inside” she admitted and you looked down, sitting back down on the couch with a sigh “shit, I-... I uh-... I-I had a panic attack and-... I’ve always felt at home here so, I must’ve-...” you trailed off again, the woman nodding as she sat down on the couch next to you. “You alright? I ain’t one to pry but-... you don’t seem fine, you know? Like something’s troublin’ ya” she muttered softly and you nodded with tears in your eyes, forcing yourself to try and ignore them as you sighed “is Abel awake?” you asked quietly, Neeta smiling softly at you as she nodded and got up “it’s almost feedin’ time, think you can handle that?” she asked jokingly, a smile forming on your face as you nodded and wiped away your tears “yeah… yeah, I’m good to feed him” you murmured, Neeta nodding.

She returned with the baby boy you loved more than anything, gently taking him as Neeta went to get the milk, your night pretty much salvaged as you held that little tough guy in your arms, taking the milk bottle from Neeta and carefully beginning to feed Abel, his big eyes looking up at you, making your heart clench as you smiled at him, fresh tears in your eyes as you chuckled lightly. “Hey there, you’re a pretty boy just like your daddy, huh?” you asked quietly, grinning as one of his tiny hands wrapped around your finger as he suckled at the bottle, the grin stuck to your lips and when the bottle was empty, you gave it back to Neeta. “I gotta go to help Jax’s mom for the dinner, I’m guessin’ you’re stayin’ to look after that little one?” she asked, seeing you nod softly before standing up with Abel and walking into his room with him, gently rocking him as he fell asleep before you had even sat down on the couch, holding him against your chest and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep yourself, laying down on the couch with the baby boy in your arms, Neeta pulling up a blanket over you and the bottom half of Abel before leaving for Gemma’s house.

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Tara frowned as she watched you pack away groceries. You hadn’t spoken much, you asked if you could crash on the couch for a few days and when her and Jax said yes, you just laid down. You were always up before any of them, cleaning around the house, making coffee and in the evenings, you were still awake after they went to bed and the house was quiet. “Hey, how is she?” Jax asked softly, Tara sighing as she gently shook her head “I don’t think she’s even sleeping… I-I think she’s trying but-... it’s like she’s not even actually sleeping, I mean, I haven’t seen her lay down and relax” Tara admitted, Jax nodding with a sad sigh as he watched you buzz around, trying to keep yourself busy “never seen her like this…” Jax admitted, Tara scoffing lightly “how would you react if my long-time husband appeared out of nowhere when shit was the most vulnerable for you?” Tara asked rhetorically, looking up at Jax who frowned even more, nodding softly to Tara before walking over to you, standing in the kitchen, trying to get your attention but since it didn’t work he just walked up to you, pulling you into a tight hug without needing to say anything. You grew up in Charming until you turned sixteen, your dad sending you abroad to Denmark for school, only for him to die a short time later after hiding cancer from everyone for two years. He had everything planned out, a sizable inheritance waiting for you, a house, the rest of your stay in Denmark paid out in full.

“How about you come by the clubhouse, hm?... Better than sleeping on-”

“No, I uh-... I-I don’t-... want to stay in his-... in the dorm” you muttered, Jax sighing as he let go of you, stepping back to look down at you as you avoided his gaze. “We’ll figure this shit out, okay? Don’t worry” he soothed and you nodded, biting your lips together before clearing your throat and moving out of his grip, forcing a smile at him “then I, uh-... I-I’ll-... see you at the clubhouse, I guess” you murmured, taking your things and leaving before Tara or Jax could say anything. Jax approached Tara, sighing softly as he shook his head “I don’t know what to do… what to say…” Jax admitted, Tara cupping his face in her hands as she sighed “it’s okay, she’s at least not alone at the clubhouse…” Tara murmured before kissing Jax who nodded.

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You were quietly sitting at the bar, your glass still full of your favorite drink, which you still hadn’t taken a single sip of. “Not drinking your favorite? Something must really be wrong” Tig teased lightly, a small scoff leaving you as you ran a hand over your face in frustration, gently shaking your head as you sighed “yeah well, Chibs’ wife is here so, not really in the mood for anything…” you murmured, hearing Tig sigh softly “shit…”

“Exactly… he still loves her, I know it. I’ve never seen her before, until recently, but-... I get why… she’s beautiful-”

“Hey, so are you. I mean you’re drop-dead gorgeous, Fiona got nothing on you, sweetheart” Tig stated softly, a small smile on your lips as you looked up at him, cupping his cheek in your hand “thanks, Tiggy…” you muttered softly before kissing his cheek gently, Tig’s eyes almost closing in bliss but he resisted it, watching you lean away, taking your glass and downing it before walking away, heading for the ladder that lead to the rooftops. You weren’t sure how long you were up there, just staring at nothing in particular but when you saw that van roll up you felt your insides twisting and turning with anxiety, a desperate need to escape, a sense of embarrassment of getting too comfortable with a man who clearly still loved his wife enough to not ask for a divorce, the shame of feeling cheated, like you were tricked by him to believe it was anything but casual, it was just hookups and nicknames, that’s all it was. The thoughts made your head spin, tears forming in your eyes as you looked away from the gathering down in the lot, unaware of the Scotsman’s eyes on you, a look of sadness in his eyes that Gemma easily noticed. “Talk to her… she misses you” she whispered, Chibs swallowing thickly, looking at the others before looking down “after the table, yeah?” he asked softly, Gemma nodding, watching them walk inside before looking up at you, approaching from below. “You okay sweetie?”

“No…”

“Wanna talk?”

“No.”

“I’ll finish up work and come up there” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement, a small sigh leaving you and when you didn’t protest, Gemma nodded to herself, leaving to finish off work. Hours passed and still no Gemma, you were beginning to think she’d forgotten, until you heard the latch open and someone crawling up the ladder, your eyes moving to see who it was and you felt a tinge of disappointment when you saw it was Happy, not Gemma. “Hey, Hap” you stated softly, looking away, lips pressed together briefly in a tight line as he walked over and sat down next to you. Happy was one of those people where you didn’t really know shit about them, but they mattered. They could be the most psychotic, uncaring, cruel person, and you still cared. Except Happy wasn’t cruel or uncaring. Sure, maybe a little bit psychotic, and cheap, cheap as hell, but he was also sweet, loyal, caring and kind even, despite his lack of displaying emotions, he had bursts of emotions that he showed, though most of the time it was like staring at a brick wall and trying to determine it’s emotions based on it’s expressions. “You good?” he suddenly asked, a bitter-sweet chuckle leaving you as you looked down, thinking it over before gently shaking your head “no… no, I’m not… I’m-... I feel stupid… embarrassed… shameful-”

“Why the hell are you feeling shameful?”

“Because I thought-... I got too comfortable with a man who clearly still loves his wife above all else… it makes me feel…”

“Used?” he asked, your eyes finding his as you nodded softly “you ever feel like that?”

“No” his brief and short answer actually made you chuckle, your head low as you pushed his shoulder with your own as you chuckled. “Doesn’t surprise me, the big bad biker” you teased lightly, seeing him smirk briefly as he nodded “but sometimes I do feel sad” he admitted, a frown forming on your brows and you leaned into him “don’t worry, you can be sad up here with me. Maybe we’ll build a small shelter? Camp out up here, watch stars and shit? Hell, maybe I’ll move up here, build my own little house on top of the clubhouse” you joked, turning to look at Happy who nodded “hell yes, I’m getting the blankets and guns, you get snacks” he ordered, a laugh leaving you as he stood up, only to stop and look at you, deadly serious as he gestured to the latch, a grin stretching across your lips as you got up and crawled down first, Happy joining you soon after and you both parted ways to get what you needed, Happy shouting something about alcohol your way.

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When Gemma finally showed up, Happy was long gone, you were left with the open night sky, empty bottles of booze, mostly from Happy, and a hole in your heart. Gemma studied you, walking over and sitting down next to you, following your gaze to the stars. “You know, even as a girl, you loved stars…” Gemma whispered softly, a hand on your back, a small comfort and it made your breath stutter as you breathed out. “Seemed like something unachievable…beautiful and-... unreal…” you muttered, looking down, Gemma pulling you into a side hug, you could practically feel the nervous energy flowing off of her. “Come to my house tonight, alright? I have something I have to tell you…”

“This isn’t some… trick, to lock me and Chibs in a closet to ‘work things out’, is it?” you asked half jokingly, Gemma smiling softly at you “not quite” she murmured, your eyes finding her face at her lack of a humorous response, brows furrowed as you began to grow concerned. Gemma stood up and gently offered her hand to you, which you took, Gemma helping you stand up and walk towards the latch. “Are you okay?” you asked softly, Gemma halting at the latch, cupping your face in one hand. You’d always been the daughter she never had. “No, baby, I’m not” she stated softly before opening the latch, letting you go down first before joining you, the two of you heading for her house.

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Retirement home Au just cuz I think it would be funny? Also lowkey an excuse for me cuz I think Megoplita should be able to 'grow old' and cause havoc for the employees.

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Face # 9: Godspeed into the hereafter, Eva!

So, folks, at the end of 24’ I lost a buddy. An elderly buddy, but a buddy, nonetheless. Last year I started doing a little volunteer work in my community, spending time on random Saturdays in food pantries and soup kitchens. One of those Saturdays I met Eva, an old lady with a medical condition that required frequent cranial surgery. Eva was always extremely conversational with everyone, because she loved life and people. Eva wore shawls to cover up her cosmetically damaged scalp and despite her condition, she chose to be happy, friendly and optimistic with everyone. We became friends after I noticed she had a unique ability to read how you were feeling or what you were thinking just by observing your facial expressions and body language. Eva was a mother of four, grandmother to twelve, and she loved professional wrestling. Although I haven’t watched the product since my late teens, I found myself compelled to occasionally visit her at her assisted living community and watch WWE, TNA and AEW. Her favorite type of wrestler was the chickenshit heels, who she would laugh and boo at. Outside of that, we would talk about each other’s lives and experiences, and when she caught me being melancholy or negative, she’d say something like, “Get your head out of the wreckage, kiddo, good things are a ‘coming for you!”

Come late December, I went by her room to visit with some baked goods for the holidays, and her family was there instead. I asked what happened, and they told me she passed peacefully during a recent surgery. After lightly bawling in the lobby, I went home and drew her face to remember her. I'm not saying it's a good drawing, but it does remind me of her. I wish I would have appreciated our time even more than I did, and I wish I could have spent more time with her. I’ll miss you, Eva. I’ve got one more of these to go and it’ll be a self-portrait… but I’m going to be taking a break from Tumblr soon, so that’ll be much later this year.

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