#anarchy prompts

[cloveroctobers]

FEBRUARY FLUFF — MANNY X READER X HAPPY LOWMAN.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that took the time out to vote for this thing! I’ve always wanted to write for happy but felt like I wouldn’t be able to do him any justice…this is just me brushing on him being in a relationship so I hope he wasn’t too OOC! Anyways hope you guys enjoy this!

WARNINGS: language, some angst—duh!, slight graphic violence right at the beginning, infidelity, age-gap, and me dipping into some smut?—Don’t get too excited 😆

*FIRST GIF BELONGS TO: @riosnecktattoo + the other doesn’t belong to me either!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: 48. "home doesn't feel like home anymore. you feel like home now."

𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢

with the new year just arriving you’ve been standing on business and keeping busy. You always believed in starting off big and ending with a bang but you didn’t actually want to start off February covered in: blood splatter on your face and brain matter falling onto your tall Chanel boots.

There goes that Christmas gift…

it was late and you were just finishing up at the new construction zone, touring the completed model home and agreeing to take it on as a property to sale. You were a real estate agent, one of the very best—if you did say so yourself—in the growing area of Charming and stood on that. Sure it’s name and it’s pretty views was part of what made Charming, charming but every city has its thorns.

Which led to a knife being pressed underneath your chin by a meth head who thought it would be fun to squat here. You weren’t sure how long he’s been hiding out in the home but it didn’t take him very long to attack after business was completed. Listen, you hardly went anywhere without your guard up but your bag was left in the kitchen, phone lost somewhere on the floor after the ambush, and your heart was going haywire while you held your breath, calculating how to handle this.

Before you could tune back into the addicts demands, you ripped your body away, cut on your chin as the knife slipped downwards just before the man fell forward. Your ears only heard ringing, taking up the once quiet of the night in the hills, and you slowly turned your attention to the person who quickly got you out of this messy situation.

Lowering their gun with gloved hands, there stood Manuel, “Manny,” Moreno. Once his long lash framed eyes fully sat on you, he’s shoving it back into his waistband and calls over his shoulder at the two men beside him, who spring into action to clean up their crime scene. He’s moving towards you now but you’re using the sleeve of the mesh new shirt you liked! to wipe away the blood from your face.

“Nu—

He starts to rest his hands on your upper arms but you shove him off, “I’m fine.”

There’s concern on his handsome features as he rasps, “Are you though?”

“It’s not my first time being around a dead body and I’m sure it won’t be my last.” You snap, “just wish it wasn’t fucking with my business but here we are.”

Manny dips his head at you, briefly glancing at his men who are shoving the body into a black bag, “yeah…sorry about that.”

You scoff at this and walk off to the half bath.

Manny hesitates to follow you but says to his men, “take him to the van and make sure y’all get everything spotless in here before we roll out.”

He stalks off in search of you, finding the half bathroom that has the door left open just a crack. Manny raps his knuckle against the door and he can hear you sigh over the water before you shut it off. He takes that as you being decent and pushes the door back with the tip of his shoe. You’ve rinsed and scrubbed your face but he knows when you get home, you’ll just go over that pretty skin even more.

“What’re you even doing here?” You ask, voice steady but there’s a slight shake in your shoulders before you stretch them back and straighten up your posture.

Manny lifts his own as if it’s obvious, “same as you, business.”

“No shit, smart ass! I’m talking about in this area…didn’t you take your spaceship back to AZ where you belong?” You bite but Manny finds that second half amusing.

Manny leans against the doorway, watching your reflection in the mirror, “nah…things changed and put me into a new perspective…so we decided a move to Stockton permanently was the best option.”

That was about fifteen minutes away from Charming.

You felt your eye twitch at this new information as it was your turn to fire off, “How long have you been here?”

Manny seemed to instantly grasp what you were getting at but knew there was no sense in lying as he exhaled through his pierced nose before holding your stare, “Only a couple of weeks.”

Pressing a tongue into your cheek you huff, “a phone call would have been nice.”

Manny lightly sucked his teeth, “Would you have picked up?”

“Probably not but a voicemail or even a damn text would do…unless you also were not expecting to see me here?” You questioned, although part of you had a feeling what that answer would be.

Manny is quiet for a moment and you scoff again. Whipping around with your backside pressing into the sink, arms spread out along the counter you burn your eyes into the man you shared history with. Once upon a time you used to look at him with such light in your eyes but the universe can show you just how wicked people can be. You’ve been on your healing journey and perhaps it can’t all be resolved by your expiration date but it was worth trying…yet the most high knows just how troubling it was for you.

it was difficult when the man you used to be in love with was back to his old tricks like: showing up when you were trying your best to forget his existence. You truly didn’t think you could even if you prayed hard enough while considering so many factors.

“The sons are a conflict and I’m just glad i got here in time.” Was all he said as confirmation.

You’re rolling your eyes, “oh my knight and shining armor! You think I wouldn’t be able to handle myself?”

Manny shakes his head, “Never that, I know exactly what you’re capable of but you hesistated and a thank you would be cool in my book.”

“And you not being a piece of shit would be even better,” you point into his forehead, leaving Manny to lean away from your jabbing nail until you’re shoving your way by, wanting nothing more than to get home and away from him.

Your stomach was churning just being in the same space as him again and you were trying to keep your anger calm but it was increasingly difficult the longer you spoke with Manny.

Moving around the living room, you’re down on your knees searching for the fallen phone and find it just underneath the couch. Bringing it back to your attention, you’re reminded of what last texts you were sending to your agency, (now ready to tell them another story but ultimately knew you probably couldn’t) before being shoved over the couch and then yanked back into the hands of the deceased.

“Look…you can say whatever you want about me but I don’t appreciate your abuelo being around my kid.” Manny tells you and you feel your blood pulsating as you whip your head around.

“What?!” You hiss, head pushed forward in hopes to help you make sense of where this conversation was going.

Manny chews on his bottom lip, “I said—

“I heard what you said,” you got to your feet, “but what makes you think I wanna hear it?”

“You don’t have to want to but I’m gonna tell you anyway.” Manny clasps his hands in front of him, already on defense.

Throwing your head back in laughter you say, “let me tell you something, Manuel. You don’t get to step in whenever it’s convenient for you, which is barely, thinking shit is going to be sweet just because you’re in your feelings about an actual man stepping in taking your place. That same place you didn’t even want, mind you.”

Manny quirked up a brow, “that bag of bones ain’t doin’ shit but getting his gravesite ready. You think that’s cool having that old head raise my kid?”

“What kid?” You quiz, “oh you mean the most adorable three year old girl that you first tried to deny because of something we both did? That same kid you thought was a mistake? The one you tried to hide from your wife? yet she’s the one who had the balls to reach out and want Aya to have a relationship with her big sister, Marbella?”

Manny tightens his jaw as the men are trying their best not to send him any looks as they’re using solution to clean up the hardwood floors. He’s rubbing at his jaw in irritation that his private business was being aired out like this but he’s the one who knew this conversation was going to be had at some point.

Manny’s wife, Lígia was the one to encourage this move. To push Manny to be the man he says he is and shown that he is. She always believed in him when he knew he didn’t deserve it. His wife had unmatched strength with all the deceit he brought into their home and he was just thankful she didn’t take Bella or her love away from him. He knew how shitty it sounded considering that he actually had a friendship with you some time ago—way before he even took those vows. The old him wasn’t as trustworthy and he wanted to try to be now, at least he was according to his brothers but he had his share of dirt. Nobody’s ever perfect inside or outside the club. He’s been married for eight years, had a six year old named Marbella with Lígia and a three year old named Aya out of infidelity with you.

It was always a tough pill for Manny to swallow even until this day. He felt like maybe he took advantage of your heart, promising at the beginning that it would all just be for fun with two friends messing around but you fell fast and even harder when he found Lígia. That was supposed to be you but it never happened. it was something you commonly did, the whole handing your heart over on a silver platter in hopes that your partner would do just the same. Manny ignorantly thought it had to do with the age difference. Now here the both of you stood with you at your early thirties and him approaching forty but this wasn’t the first time he’s ever mentioned this to you.

Manny knew how deeply you cared about him but he still went forth with his marriage and he still wanted you there. As down bad for Manny as you once were, you didn’t want to burst into flames watching Manny seal his love with someone that wasn’t you. Sure you weren’t proud to talk about how foolish you were but it wasn’t a secret like Manny tried to make it out to be. He really wasn’t as smart as he thought, honestly. It wasn’t all about pointing fingers, you had to find your worth, knowing that if Manny really cared about you he wouldn’t have strung you along with false promises. Eventually you knew when to step away for good but of course a pregnancy dragged you right on back until manny showed just how much he didn’t care enough to be there as much as he could for Aya.

Yes it was hard being in two different states now and you for damn sure wouldn’t be uprooting back to Arizona. To make it easier for Manny. He was going to have to put in the effort but instead he’s been here for weeks and his focus is on who Aya is being nurtured by?

He nudges his head, “let’s talk in the kitchen.”

You don’t argue because your bag is in there and you’re itching to get out. Briefly glancing through your bag to make sure your contents were still in there, you lift your head and exhale.

“I know it’s been rough,” Manny rasps as he leans over the large counter, “and I’ve got a lot of things in this world to be apologetic for but I’m here now and I would appreciate it if you would allow me to be there for Aya.”

You hold his stare, “I’d never deprive you of having a relationship with her because of how you treated me. It’s the way you went about everything else and now want to switch up because your wife gave you the okay? is what doesn’t sit right with me.”

Manny sighs aware that this is partly true, yes Lígia gave him the push but he had to learn how to face his truth on his own, “I know I fucked up and I’m sorry—i—just didnt want to be a failure of a husband and father to them but in return I treated y’all like you two didn’t matter. Which is the farthest thing from true. I’ll always be sorry for that time lost…which is why I’m here now.”

‘For how long?’ You thought to yourself.

It wasn’t time to be selfish because Aya deserved to get to know Manny regardless of how young she is at this time. You would have done anything to have more time with your dad if you could and honestly you wanted Aya to determine her own stance with Manny in due time.

For however long that’ll be.

Taking a deep inhale you shrug, “okay…when do you want to see her?”

“As soon as possible,” Manny perks up, “I actually can head your way now—

You grab your jacket, hooking it over your arm before grabbing your bag, “Aya’s not home. She’s spending the night with my mom and Rudy.”

Manny nods as he’s muttering, “right…I guess you and Mr. ‘I’ve fallen and can’t get up,’ probably have big plans tonight.”

Now why did he have to go and say that? Did he see you worrying about his wife or attacking her?

“Excuse me?”

Manny blinks not in the slightest bit worried about your tone, “you know tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day right? You used to love it.”

That holiday came around much faster than you remembered and you showed no emotion at Manny recalling one of your favorite holidays.

“I didn’t forget.” Was all that you said but it was clear Manny didn’t believe that, laughing to himself.

Manny sniffs as he talks once more, “right so…I’ll have the day off tomorrow, so maybe I’ll slide through and grab Aya from your moms and step dad’s and we can have some bonding time—just us three I swear.”

See how he just assumed that you would bring Lígia up? Of course you didn’t think you would one hundred percent be comfortable with that although she did reach out to you but you can never underestimate anyone. The both of you shared words before over the phone prior to the talk about Aya (mostly about you reaching out too much to a married man, although you tried to brush it off with just being besties but Lígia put the boundaries up for Manny since he wouldn’t) but it was never on sight. Lígia made sure of that which in your mind, you labeled that as her being scary of having a convo face to face but she just wanted you out of Manny’s life as it would create more problems for them.

She took it up more with Manny you heard…but she still should have been worried about you fucking her man even after they said, ‘I do.’

“Good luck with that,” you snort already aware how your mother felt about him, “she wont let Aya out of her sight.”

Manny shrugs, “I’ll figure it out.”

You saw something different in his eyes this year. There was a swirl of dedication in them the longer you stared and you didn’t want to get your hopes up. However you would give your mother a heads up since Manny probably already knew where she resided with your step-father. Manny was good at playing at not caring ever since he got into the club and chose to get married but you knew he couldn’t be that heartless. Sure he sent birthday cards here and there once he came to terms with Aya being his and even responded when you thought about child support.

The thing was he just didn’t show up whenever he was near by doing club business. It was the bare minimum and he chose not to. Manny claimed that moving here had partly to do with doing right by Aya and that’s all you could ask for. It still left a nasty taste in your mouth that Lígia got him to step up but that was your own personal problem not Aya’s.

“Alright then,” you start to make your exit until he says…

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Nubia.” His voice is gentle and you expect the tenderness in his tone to make you feel something but surprisingly it doesn’t as he continues, “take care of that cut and don’t forget to pick up something nice for abuelo on your way home.”

You halted but kept your gaze straight, “don’t worry, he’ll give me more than you ever could.”

Which left Manny nodding at your words, rubbing the tension from his jaw as he watched you walk away from him but certainly not for good in his eyes.

Making a stop was not on your to do list tonight but you stopped at your best friend’s lab to shower, take care of the scratch on your chin that would heal in a few days, get tested thanks to being exposed to blood—sadly while being asked a bunch of questions from the worry wart of a best friend that you had but you simply gave her a synopsis before making your way back home after a few texts to your mom and your man.

The drive was a bit longer since you had to go in the opposite direction to get a decent shower but it was what you needed. Eventually you made it through the suburbs and pulled your car right into the open garage beside the familiar bike. Reaching for the sun visor and pressing on the remote, you’re closing the garage door behind you and take a few more seconds to yourself before climbing out.

Each step you took towards the door you hoped the tension erased. The first door was left unlocked while you carried up the stairs, tiredly before unlocking the top door yourself. You don’t even peek to the right where your bedroom is, dumping your items right into the living chair before being greeted by Ope knocking into your legs for attention.

“Hey,” you greet the pit as you scratch behind his ears with a small smile, “you have a good day today? I’m sure you did since you don’t have any bills to pay.”

He barks at you, wagging his tail before running to head up the stairs. Letting out a yawn you raise your arms above your head, cracking the space in between your shoulder blades and blow out a breath as you drag your eyes from the window and to your left.

There Happy stands in what most would find a creepy demeanor. He’s watching you, almost analyzing but you greet him first before he can suspect anything, “hey.”

“Hey,” he blinks almost as if he has to remind himself, “what’s with the change of clothes?”

You frown, peering down although you’re aware what you left the house in but was unsure how Happy knew what you were wearing since his day started earlier than yours today.

“You left the damn shoe box out in the middle of the floor,” he responses in his usual gruff voice, “almost broke my fucken neck.”

Stepping to the bald man with the dark eyes, you wrap your arms around his waist burying your head into his chest to listen to the beat beneath it. “Sorry about that hun, I was rushing this morning.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Happy rests one hand on the middle of your back, squeezing you firmly to his frame.

The both of you hold onto each other for just a little awhile. This was all that you needed, to be in the arms of the man you could trust to be upfront with you and loving despite what the streets labeled him as. It’s not that it didn’t matter but at least you felt sure about this relationship—which didn’t sit right to some but you were grown enough to know what you wanted.

“I need to show you something.” Happy says now rubbing your back in circles, almost as if sensing you had a long day.

You squeeze him with your eyes shut, “is it a sweet chili wing dinner?”

“Better,” happy comments with a smirk as you peer up at him.

Turning your eyes into slits you don’t say much as Happy removes his hand from your back to slip his arm across your shoulders. Leading the way to your bedroom, you’re hit with the satisfying scent of brown sugar and fig, a thick patchwork towel spread out along the bed, and propped up pillows right along the center of the headboard.

“What’s this?”

“Strip,” happy demands from beside you while you frown.

“For…”

Happy rolls his eyes, “stop askin’ questions woman and get naked.”

Giving him a look you turn towards him, fist pressed into your hip while Happy can’t help but to let a smile slip past his lips, faint dimples appearing right with it.

“…am I getting naked by myself or…?”

“if you’re lucky,” happy grips the side of your neck and squeezes, “but first I’m taking care of you with a full body massage.”

A smile breaks out onto your lips now, “aw, happy—

“Don’t get all fucken mushy on me,” happy jeers as you go to scratch the white scruff on his face, “now strip and get your ass over there.”

“You could say please,” you tease kicking off your trainers first followed by Happy doing the honors of yanking up your crewneck.

Laughing to yourself at Happy’s impatience, you guess he’s been waiting a good amount of time for you get home so he could do this. He nods to the bed where you plop down and he lets own a low whistle along with a motion of his finger, “on your belly baby, you know the drill.”

“Oh?” You wink, while Happy grins at you.

Twisting your body, you crawl closer to the pillows, prepared to rest on your stomach but not without catching sight of some oil and flower petals resting in a wooden bowl. Call yourself impressed as you reach into the nightstand to grab your bonnet to slip over your hair.

“I need to be prepared too, hap.” You announce while the said man snickers to himself.

Resting your cheek against the soft pillows you close your eyes, feeling the bed dip and your man hovering over you. His lips are by your ear as he says, “I’ll always take care of you.”

And you believe him.

Happy’s touch is always rough but careful when it comes to you. You keep your eyes closed, body sinking into the comfort of the blanket and the roominess of your shared bed. His fingertips slip between your bra and skin, lifting the garment upwards before messing with the clasp. Being free from that trap makes you feel better already but there’s goosebumps as Happy trails a fingertip down your spine, against the dark art in Arabic that decorates your skin just right.

His hands are on the waistband of your leggings now and he doesn’t say much, he never does, making sure his movements are precise and swift; slipping a hand underneath you, lifting your hips with one arm while he uses the other to remove your leggings for you. The house is always toasty, just warm enough for the both of you during this comfortable but breezy winter but the goosebumps always arise once your skin is bare and underneath the gaze of the man you had no problem calling yours.

You’re left in your underwear and bonnet just the way Happy likes it—occasionally in your Mumu’s (don’t knock it until you try it ladies!) too but for tonight’s purposes? This would be his first choice to keep locked in his memory. He’s reaching over you again, rough fingertips grasping the bowl to tip it right over your skin. You don’t predict it to be warm and it almost makes you flinch but it’s soon smoothened out once happy’s touch is applied.

He starts at your shoulders first, where there seems to be the most tension. Just the right amount of pressure had you squirming but he knows you can take it, knowing just when to ease off, trailing his touch down your arms and interlocking his fingers with yours that are buried beneath the pillows. Then he’s back at it, tackling the knots and backing away towards your spine and going right back to make sure he’s doing his job.

Happy’s always loved your legs, especially when they’re slamming back against his, but this time he has to make sure they’re ready for what’s to come. You’re always on your feet showcasing homes or hunched over a desk so he knows your shoulders and legs would be the most problematic but it’s not like he’s worried.

“Hold on for me, lady.” He warns you just as he jams his thumbs over your upper thighs, making you groan and lift your foot up in protest.

He smacks it back down against the bed, noting that he would get to that later. However he knows your body pretty well so he attempts to keep your mind off the soreness that releases, “…want to tell me about your day?”

Happy’s not the biggest talker but based on research and with his own experience with his mother, he knows directing the conversation elsewhere helps people get through it. Which is a huge contrast when it comes to his job of getting some answers if you get what I’m saying…

“Only if you tell me about yours,” you huff twisting your body to the right in pain but Happy has no problem sitting right on your ass.

Happy snorts, “know i can’t tell you all those details, lady.”

You laugh a bit, “not sure id want to hear the graphics anyways,” relaxing a bit as he switches to his right and your left, which seems to be less painful, “Manny’s back and wants to attempt a relationship with Aya but I don’t want to be the bitch that keeps her away when he’s the one who pushed us away at the start. Yet he has all these standards and preachings with the damn club but couldn’t acknowledge his kid because he screwed around on his wife with me multiple times. I’m scared and don’t want Aya to grow up getting her heart stomped on by a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Happy is listening but he doesn’t respond right away. He couldn’t care less about manny the shitty Mayan to be honest and Happy honestly never saw himself being a father—if that’s what you and Aya considered him as! he was more of a pet dad, and even fell in love with your pet snake, Bingo first before having the chance to meet the curious light hearted toddler with the wide doll-like eyes and pretty long eyelashes who had wind chimes for a laughter box. Granted Happy’s only been around for almost a year but as much as he cared about you, caring about Aya was just a bonus.

This manny punk missed out and you were better than happy. If happy had a woman that didn’t step up for their kid, she’d probably be six feet under—in pieces. However he was the killer out of the couple whereas you said your peace and expected that to be done while still hurting over situations. If situations kept being pressed? That’s when things had the potential to go left on your terms.

“We’ll make sure it won’t,” happy says running his hands down to your ankles now and you’re almost sinking into the bed at his words.

“You genuinely mean that, hap?” Your voice wavering and that makes happy do a sharp turn to glance at you.

He’s moving now, gripping your shoulder and flipping you over to meet your gaze which slowly opens, body aware that you need to have eye contact as he speaks with you. Happy’s hovering over you, palms down by the side of your head as his dark eyes pierce into yours, “have I ever shown you any different? I’m nowhere near that motherfucker and I don’t plan on leaving you…either of you…at least not on purpose.”

There’s that honesty you couldn’t hate.

Your mother and step-father didn’t know exactly what Happy was into but they knew it was anything but good. Of course they opposed the entire thing and also didn’t want him around Aya, which you took precaution of since you were unaware if this would last but it has so far. There was only one way this relationship would end and that’s something the both of you vowed. Something the both of you swore to take seriously. There was also an age-gap just like you and manny but the difference was: love was actually in the room.

“What if you just up and decide you wanna go back to Tacoma, cutting all ties with us? People change their minds all the time you know?” You hated being vulnerable like this but having your heart on your sleeve shouldn’t be a crime.

Happy shrugged, “then I’ll take you guys with me. home doesn't feel like home anymore. you feel like home now."

Your eyes flick back up and a watery smile is present as Happy brushes his lips against yours. Before he reaches up to yank the bonnet over your eyes, “even this raggedy bonnet feels like home.”

He’s grinning while you laugh a bit then lift it up and peek up at him, “not too much now—but I love you anyways.”

Happy dips his head in agreement.

Which makes you reach up to caress his head as if it were your own personal crystal ball and Happy knows just what you’re thinking, wiggling his head from your grasp. “Since you want to be grabby…why don’t you let me massage something else?”

He pats just below with a delivish smirk, “ain’t love day tomorrow?”

“Is it now?” You curl your hand behind your head, “Was this your whole plan?”

Happy shrugs, “I’d get you under me one way or another regardless.”

“Look at you being so damn sure of yourself!”

“Yeah I am. No toddler in the house, a nice massage, me tending to our pussy, and a second meal afterwards? Sounds good to me.” Happy ticks off with his fingers.

You snort, “well when you put it that way? Oh how romantic!”

“I did good though?” Happy questions, a flick of doubt appearing over his face before it’s gone.

You reassure running your thumb over his cheek, “Yeah you did, you’re great with your hands.”

“And I still want to use ‘em.”

“Only if you get my Valentine’s Day gift for you?”

Happy frowns, “That bouncy heart headband?”

“How did you?” You started but shake your head knowing not to question it, “that wasn’t for you that was for Aya.”

“Then where is mine?”

“See, that’s what happens when you go snooping.” You laugh.

Happy slaps your thigh, “well?”

“It’s nothing big but it’s under Aya’s bed because I knew you wouldn’t look there.”

Happy sharply exhaled through his nose and backs away with you. “Don’t move,” he warns stomping out of the room and up the few steps to Aya’s room.

Snuggling back into the bed, you await for Happy’s return with the glitter red box. It’s already open as he tosses tissue paper onto the floor, and holds up one rubber item.

“Pound town ticket,” happy is smirking at you and tosses it right on your body watching as it lands on your torso, “don’t mind if I do and I get two? We’ll use the second one tomorrow.”

You laugh as you pick up the item and give it a kiss before placing it on the night stand. Sitting up on your elbows and you smile as Happy keeps digging through the box to find the personalized boxers.

“Oh shit, look at these!” Happy holds them up, showing the black underwear with hearts printed all over front and back with the middle having your face and a drawn body hugging around where his junk would be.

Asking the man, “You like the cheesy little gift?”

“Hell yeah, it’s stupid but I’m gonna wear these—

“Now?” You pry.

Happy sucks his teeth, “no not now! I’m trying to get out these jeans and into my home.”

Laying back, you lift your feet and spread your legs, peering at Happy, “come on in then.”

The darkening of Happy’s eyes means you don’t have to tell him twice as he chucks the box to the side, licking his lips as his eyes remain locked on you. You enjoy the view as well as Happy hooks his hands through the belt hoops of his jeans, his v-cut being prominent that you have to bite down on your bottom lip, watching him get out of them just as fast as he’s charging over to the bed.

Squealing you welcome him into your arms after he yanks on your ankles, toppling right on top of your body. You always love when he puts if not all but most of his weight on you, burying you into the sheets while he nips at your shoulder and places an open mouthed kiss against your neck. He loves the way you smell naturally or even fresh from a shower. Always like the fresh start of spring, like a harsh rain, cucumbers, and floral—like your favorite flowers that you’re allergic to, lilies.

You always smell soft despite the resting bitch face you have. And he always cares for you just right. That same feeling is evident when he spends time on your breasts, caressing the roundness of your face while sucking and biting. He even runs his tongue over the fresh scratch on your chin and that almost makes you pry your eyes open but your focus is always directed elsewhere once Happy has his hands on you. You’re at his mercy before he’s even inside you but Happy times everything right.

Knows when to tease and get you ready for him. Majority of the time its difficult to have these times together with a young child in the house, Ope trying to cock block, or both of your jobs getting in the way but when you do, it’s best to savor these moments.

With your legs in the air like the letter V to match his hips, body shuddering with Happy holding you right against him at the edge of the bed, he isn’t quick to move like normally. He wants you to feel every inch and he wants to feel just how you were made for him.

Only him.

𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢𓏲𝄢

February fluff anthology prompts continues here.

#Spotify #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy x reader #happy lowman #happy Lowman x black reader #happy lowman x reader #Mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #manny mayans mc #manny mayans #manny mayans mc x reader #manny mayans x reader #manny mayans mc x black reader #david labrava #manny montana #February prompts #February fluff #queued

[hear-despite-finish-program]

#becky g #dialogue prompt #enhypen smut #the big bang theory #stancy #woodland #gemini #putri cinta #weiss schnee #brexit #alex fierro #kalinka fox #mellisa clarke #sons of anarchy #blue exorcist

[for-score-world]

#carmilla #fae #dialogue prompt #the big bang theory #woodland #zelink #sons of anarchy #belle #disney quotes #pastel aesthetic #freddie highmore #terrible puns #world history #nathan sykes

[drabbles-mc]

Rinsing Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao

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The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.

You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.

“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.

“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.

“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”

“What is?”

The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”

“Water park was your idea, remember.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”

He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”

You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.

Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.

“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.

“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”

Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.

Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.

“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.

You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”

“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

The two of you continued down the hall. When you got to the doorway of your bedroom, you thought that Jax was going to veer off and head right to bed, but he stayed right with you. You laughed quietly as he pulled you so that you were walking in front of him, his chest pressed up against your back as he snaked his arms around your waist. You fought the urge to raise your shoulders as he peppered the side of your neck with kisses, his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin there. You could feel the vibration of his laughter against you, and you wished that you could just completely melt back into him.

You shut the bathroom door almost all the way before walking over and turning the water on. Steam instantly started to fog up the glass panels encasing the shower, and even though you weren’t even under the showerhead yet, you already felt better.

Turning around, you saw Jax was already stripped down to his boxers, sliding the rings off his fingers to discard on the sink counter, all of them except one. You smiled as you instinctively traced your thumb along the inside of your wedding band. Shaking your head at yourself, you started peeling over your clothes as well, starting with your shirt.

You reached back to undo the tie on the neck of your bikini, but before you could, Jax was already working to undo the knot. You smiled, allowing him to undo both that knot, and the one at the center of your back, causing the top to fall to the ground.

He stepped in closer to you, reaching around to undo the button and zipper of your shorts, and you couldn’t help but to laugh, “I can do this part myself, you know.”

“You’re the one who said you were tired,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he kissed your bare shoulder, “I’m just tryin’ to help.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, “Such a gentleman.”

Both your sets of clothes were in a pile on the floor as you finally stepped underneath the stream of water coming from the showerhead. You shut your eyes, letting it wash over you, your muscles instantly relaxing at the end of a good, but still long and tiring, day. You ran your hands over your face and back over your head, fingers raking lightly along your scalp.

A few seconds later, you felt Jax’s hands rest on your shoulders, and you immediately let out a hum of approval as you leaned back against him. His thumbs massaged little circles into your muscles and you were almost convinced that you were going to turn to jello and wash down the drain with the hot water.

Sliding his hands down so that they were resting on your hips, he kissed your shoulder, “I love you.”

You turned around to face him, water running down your back and his chest before pulling yourself up against him. You kissed him on the lips, “I love you too.”

Unable to fight the urge, you reached up and ran your fingers through his now-dripping hair, slicking it back out of his face. You repeated the motion a few times, smiling at the way his eyes shut as he soaked up the tender gesture. You couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him again, hands sliding down so that you were cupping his face.

He smiled against your lips, wrapping his arms tighter around you as his lips worked against yours. His hands slid down from your hips onto your ass, squeezing you as he carefully moved you so that you were pinned between him and the cool glass panel of the shower. The hot water continued to trickle down each of your bodies, the original reason for the shower becoming an afterthought as he hiked your legs up around his waist, wasting no time as he easily slid into you.

You moaned quietly into his mouth at the sensation, gripping onto his shoulders, nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gliding over and under yours as he set a slow, almost gentle pace. If he hadn’t kept you pinned so snug between him and the glass, you knew that you would’ve crumpled right to the floor from the pleasure of it all.

He pulled his lips away from yours, latching them onto your neck right in the space where it met your shoulder, sucking just hard enough to leave a mark. One of your hands stayed braced against his shoulder, the other finding its way to the back of his head, not wanting to give up on all the sensations he was pulling from you.

The soft grunts that fell from his lips were like music to your ears. His grip on you was tight, strong, but not brutal the way that it sometimes got. No matter what, you could always feel how much he loved you, but moments like that, when he was almost loving you softly, it always felt like the two of you were on an entirely different level.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried yourself against him as you gasped, each long, slow stroke bringing you closer to the edge. Jax could feel it, too. He huffed out something reminiscent of a laugh as he kissed your shoulder, prompting you to pull your face from the crook of his neck so you could look at him. Water was dripping off the ends of his eyelashes and onto his face, and that was the visual that was burned into your brain as he leaned in, pressing a searing kiss against your lips as his pace picked up.

You moaned softly, his name falling from your lips as he sent you over the edge. You did your best to cling to him through your high, your nails clawing at his back. Even with his lips pressed against yours, you felt him suck in a gasp as his hips stuttered. The quiet curses that he mumbled against your skin as he came inside you got your lips to curl into a smile. Then it was his turn to fight to catch his breath and keep his balance.

He leaned against you, not only keeping you braced between him and the shower wall, but also giving him something to lean into to keep his balance. You knew it, too, and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you kissed him softly on the lips.

You traced your fingers down the side of his face, “I love you.”

He smiled, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you too.”

He slid his hands so that they were braced against the backs of your thighs. He carefully pulled back sliding out of you before letting your feet drop back to the floor. He kept a tight hold on your waist, making sure that your legs weren’t going to give out on you. Even though your forehead was resting against his shoulder, you could still sense the smirk that was on his face.

“Jax?”

“Yea, babe?” he kissed the side of your head.

“I still need to wash all the chlorine off,” you chuckled.

He laughed, pulling away from you so that he could grab the bottle of body wash, “C’mon, then, we’ll do what you came here for.”

“Now that we did what you came here for?” you joked.

He shot you a wink as he handed the bottle over to you, “Exactly.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him but you did set about scrubbing yourself down and washing the pool water and chemicals out of your hair. You knew it was an exaggeration, but you could’ve sworn that you felt it all glide down off your body with the soap suds. Jax did the same, each of you taking turns rinsing off underneath the stream of water. Neither of you said much, just sharing little looks and laughs and light touches as you maneuvered around each other with the ease and comfort of two people who had done this song and dance countless times before.

Every now and then his hands would stray a little too low, and you knew that if you hadn’t been so tired from the day, he might’ve gotten a little more out of you. He knew it, too, which was why he laughed when you playfully swatted his hands away.

When you were both done, you reached and shut the water off. Jax pushed the shower door open, steam immediately spilling out of the small enclosed space into the expanse of the bathroom. Reaching out, you grabbed towels for each of you before stepping out to give yourself some room to dry off without accidentally smacking him in the face with the towel.

You were just finishing tying the towel around you like the world’s shortest dress when Jax lifted you up off the ground. You yelped, trying to tone it back down into quiet laughter so you wouldn’t wake the boys who were asleep just down the hall. Jax laughed, kissing you on the lips as he pushed the bathroom door all the way open and started making his way towards your bedroom, towel wrapped low on his hips.

“What?” he smirked at you, “You’re the one who was asking if I could carry you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling, “That’s true.”

Walking into the room, he gently set you down on the edge of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed you slowly, softly on the lips, one hand cupping the side of your face. You leaned into him, bringing one hand to rest over his while the other drifted down to his waist. Before he could try and stop you, you tugged the towel, making it pool into a pile of fabric at his feet. Pulling out of the kiss both of you broke into quiet laughter.

“You’re somethin’ else,” he shook his head as he went and grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser.

“But you love me,” you said grabbing the shirt you’d slept in the night before from the foot of the bed.

“Yea,” he conceded with a grin as he walked back over, grabbing your towel so he could hang them both on the hooks on the back of the door, “I do.”

You watched him as you crawled over to your side of the bed, shimmying down underneath the covers. He turned back around to you, a soft smile on his face as he turned the lights off and made his way towards the bed, crawling in beside you.

You got as close as you could to him, letting your legs entwine with his as he rested his hand on your waist, slipping it underneath the oversized shirt that you always slept in. Your heads each rested on your own pillows, but barely, your noses brushing against each other’s. Even though it was dark, you could still make out the smile on his face.

“You know,” your voice was a whisper, “being in bed before ten really isn’t that bad.”

He chuckled, “No?”

“No,” you trailed your fingers through his short beard, “Might not be able to party like I used to,” you gave him a soft peck on the lips, “but I think I like this a whole lot more.”

“Yea,” he kissed you again, “me too.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #jax teller #jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #august prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[entomolog-t]

I want to read an absolutely ridiculous Gt soulmates!au.

Like, picture this.

You're going about your day, and bump into someone on the street. You turn to say something but they make some snotty comment and you get into a bit of a confrontation with them. Nothing serious but enough that it leaves you in a foul mood.

What a cold personality. Who raised someone who could be that rude to a stranger? Maybe you fantasize a little about them tripping into a puddle. You definitely replay that argument over in your head a few times, wishing you could replay that moment and say that banger of a comeback you thought of just a smidge too late.

As the day passes, this mood lingers. Isn't it funny how one bad interaction can just ruin a perfectly good d-

You hear a yelp.

You turn to face the direction, and it's like the world falls out from underneath your feet. You almost missed them initially, but you caught the movement at the very periphery of your vision. That nasty person from earlier stands right at your feet, tiny ... and absolutely terrified.

No.

No. No. No. No.

Not them.

Why them??

It wasn't supposed to go like this! You'd spent so long daydreaming of the day you'd meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be cute and fun. Maybe a little awkward, but this???

You feel your stomach in knots as you look at them. A thought that a piece of your soul that small was with them right now was chilling. Maybe it was a mistake? Could you accidentally drop a bit of your soul?

You sigh. As much as you want to doubt it, you know there's no doubting... something to do with compatible frequencies that create an attraction? You never paid much attention during that class in high-school...

You bend down to get a better look at them. They aren't bad looking... quite the opposite... and at this size? They're pretty cute. You take a deep breath. Everybody had bad days, right? They're probably-

"This has got to be a mistake."

Nope. That's it. They suck.

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OK OK OK LIKE???

When you meet your soulmate this sort of metaphysical reaction occurs where the souls have complimentary frequencies and this somehow acts as a sort of magnetic reaction, pulling a small bit of someone's soul away from their whole. That small bit of the soul then physically manifests as them.

BASICALLY, soulmate au where your soulmate finds a tiny version of you, and vice versa.

You don't share a consciousness with your shed bit of soul, maybe some kind of shared dreams or something, so you have no idea what some part of you is dealing with.

AHH I love it. It's stupid and silly and adorable.

Angst potential?? Fluff potential?? CONSTANT SIZE SWAP DYNAMICS???

I beg of thee

Please use this silly au.

SoulSwap au? SoulShard? I dunno.

If anyone has any cutesy names for this, please share

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t prompts #g/t shitpost #g/t fluff #absolute anarchy #i absolutely will write ATLEAST someone shots #entowrites #g/t soulmates #soulswap!au

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover au

Misfortune anarchy

Marriage in 2 months

"I think it about time you give me and my sis here a ring to tied the knot." Panty said as she pressed her curvy body toward the ruggedly handsome man, a cat-like smile on her lips.

"Huh?" Qrow said with a dumbfounded looking at the blonde-haired fallen angel.

"I think Panty and Stocking Branwen sound right good, My Crow~" Stocking said in a breathless voice, rubbing the slim toned muscles of the rugged hunk of a man with a seductive look on her gothic-looking face

Qrow looked at the two angelic beauties with a dumbfounded look on his gruff face as he tried to wrap his mind around the thought of them wanting to marry him of all people. A walking bad luck and utter failure of a human being.

It was more than enough for him to have mental blackout from sheer shock.

#rwby #panty and stocking with garterbelt #panty stocking #stocking anarchy #panty anarchy #panty and stocking #misfortune anarchy #shipping post #shipping prompt #crossover au #crossover au prompt #timed married #timed married meme #💍 #💍meme #ot3

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

"Spend the night with me"

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Rated: MATURE!! 18+ ONLY!!! MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING AND PHYSICAL ASSAULT! FWB! ROUGH SEX! UNPROTECTED SEX! ORAL SEX (F RECEIVING)! DIRTY TALK!

Fandom: Sons of Anarchy (SOA)

Happy fucking Lowman. That man was Seriously one of a kind. Ever since I moved to Charming Happy and I have had a little arrangement. I met him my first week in town. That was a good Six or seven months ago. There was a spark between us instantly. We both agreed that we weren't looking for anything serious. Instead, we opted for the classic friends with benefits.

For the past six or seven months everything has been perfect. That was until an enemy of the sons came knocking. You'd think I'd have nothing to do with that situation since Happy and I aren't dating but some dickhead decided that fucking each other was good enough. So, I ended up kidnapped in hope of luring the sons out cause "they had Happy's girl". I told them I wasn't Happy's girl and that it was just harmless fucking but for some reason they didn't believe me.

My kidnappers proceed to beat the shit out of me when they decided the sons were taking to long. When the leather wearing bikers did show up I was an absolute mess. I was coherent enough to see Happy come in guns blazing but that just seemed to be his style. Once I was rescued like some damsel in distress Happy took me home and then with the help of Tara and Jax I was bandaged up.

For the next week Happy stayed close to my house "to keep an eye out". That entire week was hell for me. I had never been in a bad situation especially nothing on that level. Every night, or basically anytime I closed my eyes I was thrown right back to those fucking beasts. For the most part I was able to deal with the nightmares but the lack of sleep was really starting to get to me.

I sat in my kitchen trying to drink my fourth cup of coffee in two hours when I heard the loud rumbling of a motorcycle drawing closer. I immediately got up and went for the door. Just as I stepped outside Happy was climbing off his bike in my driveway.

"Just keeping an eye out?" I asked loud enough to get his attention.

He smirked as he shook his head. He quickly walked over to me stopping when he was a step away.

"You can never be too careful." He quipped.

"Wanna come in?" I asked nodding my head towards the door.

"Sure" he said with a curt nod.

I turned quickly heading inside with him right behind me. He closed the door as I continued back into the kitchen. I poured my half empty coffee cup out then turned to lean my back against the counter.

"Have things been quiet?" I asked softly.

Happy sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"No, we are having issues with the remaining members of the crew that took you." He told me flatly.

A cold chill went down my spine at his words. I've never been one to scare easy but maybe that's because I've never had any real thing to be scared of. That is until now. I don't doubt that the remaining crew members are pissed at the sons but I'm almost positive that most of that anger is towards Happy and his trigger finger. That thought alone scared me. Even though we set clear rules down for this little endeavor of ours I couldn't help but get attached to this man. I mean I'm not in love with him but he is an important part of my life now and honestly I don't know what I'd do if he wasn't around anymore.

"You alright? I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears." He asked in that soft gravel voice I'd only ever heard him use with me.

I thought about his question for a moment before walking over to him. As soon as I reached him I leaned against his chest. I felt his large arms wrap around me as I took a deep breath.

"Spend the night with me." I said softly.

I felt him tense slightly. Rule number two: we never spend the night.

"You really think that's a good idea?" He asked.

I sighed then stepped back out of his hold.

"Probably not but I've barely slept the past week. I just want one good night's rest. I'm only gonna get that if you're here." I explained softly.

The next second his hands were grabbing me and pulling me back into his chest. It should worry me how safe and good it felt to have his arms wrapped around me.

"I'll stay but just one night." He said like it was the most simple and realistic answer anyone would have said.

A small part of me suddenly ached from his words. Just one night? What if I want him to be here every night? I mentally scolded myself for even thinking that. I knew I needed to make this situation a little less touchy feely.

"Plus it's been way to long since you've railed me." I said as nonchalantly as I could.

It must have sounded good because Happy laughed a loud and hearty laugh. His large hands were suddenly on my ass cupping each cheek gently. I wrapped my arms around his neck already knowing what his next move would be. Without a word he lifted me off the floor by his grip on my ass. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist. He wasted no time in getting me to my bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and then ripped his own shirt off tossing it to the floor.

"Don't worry baby girl, I'll make up for the time you had to go without my dick." He said in a slightly deeper voice.

I breathed out a laugh as he climbed on the bed to kneel between my legs. His large rough hands slowly caressed my skin. He started at my knees slowly moving upward and under my shirt. I leaned forward enough for him to pull the fabric over my head and discard it.

His lips were on mine so suddenly it felt like all the air had been sucked right out of me. I didn't waste a single second as I kissed him back desperately. Even though I was scared to be alone tonight it really had been for too long since we had fucked.

His kiss moved to my jaw then my neck. He paused to suck harshly on the sweet spot under my ear. I couldn't stop the moan that came out of me but Happy seemed pleased with the sound as he continued his decent with his lips.

He took a minute or two to show a good amount of attention to each of my breasts and nipples. By the time he reached the hem of my shorts I was already a babbling mess. He made quick work of ridding me of the thin fabric shorts.

Once the fabric was thrown to the floor he grabbed my thighs to force my legs open. He positioned himself between my thighs so my now soaked cunt was in his direct line of sight. My head fell back against the bed as he used one long finger to swipe slowly from clit to entrance.

"You're so fucking wet baby girl and I've barely touched you." Happy said softly keeping his eyes on his prize the entire time.

The loudest and dirtiest moan I've ever made came out of me as he latched on to my sensitive clit. There was no build up to it. He immediately came at me like a starved and desperate man. He sucked harshly on my clit making me whine and buck my hips. One of his arms laid over my stomach to hold me in place while he feasted.

"Fuck Happy that feels so good." I moaned as my back arched off the bed.

He hummed against me making me see stars as my orgasm quickly approached. Just as my body began to tense from the beginning wave of my climax Happy's mouth withdrew.

"Oh you son of a bitch." I groaned.

I yelped as he gave a harsh slap to my clit.

"Watch it (y/n) " He ordered darkly.

A few seconds passed then he placed a soft kiss on my clit before he stood to remove his pants.

"I want you to come on my dick baby girl not my tongue. I'll make sure you sleep good tonight." He said in a deeper gravel voice than his usual tone.

"Oh god, please Hap." I moaned breathlessly.

His dark chuckle sent a shiver down my spine. He lined himself up using my own wetness to coat himself before filling me to the hilt. My back arched off the bed as my mouth hung open in the midst of a silent moan. I had honestly forgotten how big he was.

"You haven't use any of your toys have you?" He asked suddenly.

I shook my head trying to calm my breathing.

"They don't do much for me anymore." I panted.

Happy lean over me so his face was an inch or two from mine.

"Why is that?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

He still hadn't moved which was starting to drive me a little crazy. I tried to back my hips up into him but his weight easily kept me held in place.

"I want you to say it baby. Tell me why those little toys of your's don't get the job done anymore." His voice was one level below a growl.

When I didn't answer him immediately he pulled almost completely out of me then slammed back inside with a teetering on painful but incredibly good thrust of his hips.

"You Happy! None of them come close to making me feel as good as you do." I shouted.

I felt like I was an egg about to crack. Happy, on the other hand, seemed satisfied with my reason. He finally started to move. Fucking me with long and harsh strokes. I was a mewling mess within seconds.

"That's right baby girl. Nothing will ever make you feel as good as I do." He growled against my neck.

I moaned loudly unable to stop myself. I knew for a fact he was right about that. No toy or man would ever compare to him. He had me wrapped around his dick and his finger. I don't even know how or when it happened but it did.

"Please Happy" I begged.

I didn't even know what I was begging him for but it just felt right. His grunts and groans had grown louder and more frequent as the tenseness in my body felt like I'd snap any second.

"Come for me baby. Come all over my dick like a good girl." He ordered through Clenched teeth.

That was all it took. The tenseness in me snapped immediately as I clenched around him tightly. He swore under his breath as his hips stuttered. With a muffled groan into my neck he came. The both of us laid tangled together for a few quiet moments as we caught our breath. As I was just starting to fully come done from my high Happy suddenly got out of bed then grabbed for his clothes.

"Hap" I said softly.

He only grunted in response.

"You said you'd stay tonight." I reminded him.

His actions froze immediately. He stood in place like that for a few long seconds until he finally dropped his pants back to the floor. He came back to the bed but hesitantly laid down beside me like I might attack him any second. I tried not to think about it as I cuddled up to him laying my head on his chest.

"Thank you Happy, for everything." I told him quietly.

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[cloveroctobers]

FEBRUARY FLUFF — JUAN “JUICE” ORTIZ.

A/N: Juice was always my man when it came to SOA and I’ll forever be traumatized and bitter over his storyline + how he was treated. That’s probably one of the reasons why I’ll never do a rewatch tbfh. In my mind he’s thriving and I’ve always wanted happiness for him and that’s what he’s gonna get here! Also my first time ever writing for this man so go easy on me although this is more HC (my version) form. Have a happy love day whether it’s with a significant other, family, friends, or just yourself! know that you’re always worthy and capable of receiving and giving love and not just on this one day of the year 🩷🫡

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + I’m using: 19. "can i see your hand?" / "sure, why?" / "so i can see how well it fits with mine." + 35. "let's take a stupid walk for our stupid mental health!"

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When you got word from your mother that Juan was back in town for good, you had to see so for yourself.

January’s always been gloomy but when you came face to face with the man you haven’t seen in years at the front door of his mother’s, you wanted to collapse but managed to keep your composure.

Juan’s sad but somewhat still warm eyes are unsure at first, taking in your facial expression but you clear his concerns as you’re yanking him tightly to your body in a tender embrace.

And he feels like he might just break down himself in your arms.

You were just what he needed.

The both of you had to make up for lost time and Juan had to keep convincing you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Things didn’t work out in his favor in California (little did you know, he barely made it out alive) and Juan never wanted you to visit, although your older brother and his girlfriend, Saskia lived out there—which means you took trips but in a sense you learned to accept that was Juan’s way of protecting you from the demons that latched onto his soul.

You couldn’t take it personally since Ms. Hilda, his mother never visited either but spoke to him every couple of months—which may have been hard or if not harder for her.

Although the both of your mother’s were good friends that didn’t mean the both of you didn’t have your share of childhood trauma’s (because of them) that bled into your adulthood.

Nonetheless the both of you spent a month reconnecting, taking each day by day as it took to rebuild a friendship.

It felt right having Juan back in your life and he can honestly say the same.

“I never knew how much I missed you until I saw your face again,” he said to you over the phone one night.

Juan’s always been a sweetheart and never had an issue expressing his love for you to the point many kids back in school questioned if you were dating.

It never happened but that didn’t mean Juan didn’t want it to yet you found yourself in a few relationships here and there. Which was brought up by your mother during a birthday dinner for your brother (who was visiting) that February.

“I find it hard to believe that you’re still single. I mean hell, when is anybody going to give me a grandchild?” Your mother chatted over a glass of Cabernet playfully glaring at your brother who cleared his throat before setting her eyes back on you, “You know I saw Marlon just the other day?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at this. You’ve only been at the table for ten minutes, supposedly going over the menu and yet here your mother was worrying about children and your love life.

And she just had to bring your college ex into it.

“Really,” you gave faux interest as you viewed the entrees.

“Mhm. He’s been divorced for a few years now and he’s single. I even showed him a picture of you to see if he remembered you. He laughed about it and said he thought you were with Juan now.”

Your brother is coughing now on his own drink and his girlfriend of four years is patting him on the back.

Glancing to your right you stare at Juan rubbing at his face in thought, who mentally seemed to be having a tough day today. He stayed at your house last night and apologized over breakfast about how he got into these dark moods.

You assured him that he didn’t have to apologize for his feelings. Asking if he wanted to be your plus one tonight, only if it was up for it.

He’d push through it for you because he was devoted to being near you as much as possible since he didn’t want to lose anymore time with his best friend.

How would Marlon assume this? You’re turning back to your mother now, furrowed brows while you reply, “why did he think that?”

“He said he saw the both of you running around the park together. He wanted to say hi but you and Juan seemed to be racing and he didn’t want to interrupt.” Your mother informs, staring at you two underneath her eyelashes with her lips moving back to the rim of her glass.

This didn’t make you feel any sort of way because you also haven’t seen Marlon in years either. You weren’t really checking for him but—the breakup didnt turn sour—it was mutual! however it was interesting to see different perspectives on how people viewed you and Juan.

Juan was gone from New York by the time you both reached your early twenties and by then you were still with Marlon. Juan would visit up at school and hung out with you two a couple of times! even when Marlon tried to put him onto some college girls…there was a part of Juan that felt like he was guilty of something.

Even when he engaged in activities—sure it may have felt great in the moment but he always ended up feeling like shit since he wanted it to be you.

So yes you were part of the reason why he got out of New York and to find a better sense of direction for himself.

You’re shrugging your shoulders redirecting the conversation, “well..I’m sorry things didn’t work out with his wife.”

“Are you?”

“Mom! Chill.” Your brother stepped in which you were somewhat thankful for. Why were you always getting shit on when you knew it was on the tip of your mother’s tongue that your brother “should” be thinking about marriage since she hinted at you once before during your girl’s day.

Although you and your dad both were aware that your brother didn’t want to get married.

“I’m just saying you should think about it or what about that guy from high school? The funny looking one.”

“They were both goofy to me. Especially Stu.” Your brother snorted while you shielded your middle finger from your mother to direct at your sibling.

Your first boyfriend was senior year and he cheated on you with a redhead because he got dumped prior to asking you out. It made sense to him but definitely not to you.

Yeah that’s highschool stupidity for you!

Juan shuddered at the mention of your first boyfriend, “man that guy? He was ridiculously obnoxious in and outside of class and hung out with that other guy…the one who gave me serious serial killer vibes.”

“You did always say that,” you laughed to yourself and couldn’t deny it. You never wanted to be alone with Stu’s best friend at the time, the way his dark eyes bored into yours always made you feel uneasy.

“He’s harmless!” Stu would persuade you before always leaving you with him for at least a minute or two.

Your mother pried, “Well where is he now?”

“Hell if I know? Probably married to another redhead with three or four kids? Still possibly cheating? What is this, a walk down memory lane?”

Juan could sense you were getting agitated about this and placed his hand right above your knee which made you exhale.

Your mother is raising her hands, “I’m just looking out for you and your brother’s happiness. That’s all.”

“I am happy. Go dig in his business then, it’s his birthday anyway.” You suggested while your mother just scoffed.

Raising your brows, your mother continued knowing that you were always ready to challenge her, “I will but when’s the last time you’ve been in a serious relationship?”

“Are you the expert when it comes to relationships now? You waited six months after the divorce from dad to get married to someone else. You settled for dad’s bullshit for years and now suddenly you want to micromanage what goes on in mine? Are you keeping this same energy with your step kids?”

Your brother is calling your name as a warning now but you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t triggered.

growing up having your mother constantly in your ear saying to you, “you’ll never get a bf because of xyz.” Simply from little stupid things you would do as a pre-teen to teenage years was damaging because you were just an insecure kid not worrying about romantic relationships in the slightest. Although you had a mother who seemed to be more concerned about the male gaze for you.

So what if your room got messy? So what if there were days where you didn’t want to be bothered with your hair? Or was too much in grown folks business when your mother would gossip on the phone about inappropriate subjects right in front of you! while also bringing up all of your business to her friends or family members like some sort of humiliation tactic and then never taking your emotions into account when you voiced your discomfort?

Don’t get it wrong, of course you had love for your mother but you couldn’t erase what was said and done. A list of things that still stuck with you and things that you should perhaps just “let go of,” yet she still felt comfortable to talk about your love life like you were some low self-esteem kid.

You never had that relationship where you felt safe to share anything with your mother because of her critiques.

“Hold on now, I’m just trying to make conversation—

“You don’t need to. Not when it comes with an opinion i never asked for to match.”

Then comes the tears and Saskia is tending to her, whisking your mother away to the bathroom with her crying to Sas about how she, “tries to be a good mother and these are the things she gets.”

“Did you have to do this on my day?” Your brother sighs while your eyes are in slits.

“You and dad are the exact same, always expecting me to just take it. I don’t give a damn if it was Easter, if she’s coming at me then I’m going to let her know. I know she’ll always be mom but she refuses to ever see my side on anything.”

“Why does it have to be about sides? We’re family at the end of the day.”

The famous excuse for it all so it seems!

“And we must always be on some we are the world bullshit too, no matter what huh?”

Juan covers his snort at this, which earns him a look from your brother, leaving Juan to mumble out an apology.

It’s quiet for a moment as your brother tries to figure out how to make this okay but you don’t want to stick around to continue this dinner. In your eyes it felt ruined already.

Only seconds pass when you decide it’s best if you go. You’re on your feet, slipping back into your outerwear before wrapping an arm across your brother’s shoulders squeezing him as you peck his temple.

“Love you, mean it. I’ll take you out myself at another time.” You say as all your older brother can do is nod his head, briefly resting his hand on top of yours before you let go.

You’re peering at Juan who’s still seated and say, “want to take a walk with me?”

“Sure, whatever you want, yeah!” He sits up before grabbing his beanie and jacket, “I don’t care.”

You quickly begin to walk off before your sas and your mom come back, sending a silent message to your old friend that you’ll be outside.

Your brother tells Juan, “look after my sister, okay?”

“You got it,” Juan says, wishing the older man another birthday wish before making his way out to you.

The both of you are now walking side by side, enjoying the city’s lights and each other’s company.

“Thanks for coming with me. The longer I sat there getting into it with my mom the faster my brain was telling me to get the fuck out. I figured: let's take a stupid walk for our stupid mental health!"

Juan chuckles at this, “I know what you mean. I also had a disagreement with my sister too before I crashed at yours.”

That revealed just a dash about what led to Juan’s mood last night.

“Yeah?” Your eyes peep to the left of you at the beanie-wearing man, “You want to talk about it?”

It wasn’t much different with what went down with you and yours. Except Juan’s mother was the one to break it up and scold him for defending himself against his sister.

She still felt like he didn’t have himself together (despite the fact that he was now working at a mechanic shop and had a side tech gig at an outlet mall—paid under the table now! If you’re talking about his mental then that was a different story!) either and was the main one who told him not to go out to California. She begged him to stay and that began their estrangement.

His sister blamed him for his own unhappiness and if he would have stayed here maybe he wouldn’t have dealt with that darkness charming brought him.

Which hurt to hear.

He walks even closer to you now as he said, “nah, not really if that’s okay?”

“What?” You lightly bumped his shoulder, “Course it is, just know you can when you want to.”

He gives you a lopsided smile, “Thanks.”

You loop an arm around Juan’s waist, resting your head against his shoulder, as you blended into the city together.

Juan’s dreamed of times like these except you were miles apart but hearts still in sync.

The silence between you two lets you know that you’re both holding onto something so heavy but find that it doesn’t weigh as much when you’re both near each other.

By the time you’re making your way back to your side of town, one subway ride later and more miles to walk back to your place—the night feels like any normal routine.

Eventually the both of you fall into chatter and soft smiles as you continue your rest on the subway, head tucked underneath juice’s chin that his facial hair still pricks your thick hair but you don’t mind.

You’re both laughing about old times when you reach your 1975 raised ranch, half standing on the steps and you’re wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, “you coming in?”

The last thing Juan wanted to do was head back to his ma’s side of town so a dip of his head was all that you needed, sending him a smile and a nudge of your head to welcome him back inside.

“We gotta eat something although you’re really not supposed to eat after seven…”Juan says to you after kicking off his shoes and heading straight from the main entrance pass the living room right to the kitchen.

“I forgot how much of a health freak you are.” You tease, hanging up your coats in the near by closet.

Juan’s mumbling to himself as he moves around the cut off kitchen, “And you need more fruits and veggies in here. What’s the point of having a juicer and having nothing to use it?”

“My common law sister in law? If you believe in that sort of thing! got it for me. It works as decoration,” You argued, “I can just go buy me a fruit or veggie juice.”

“And be wasteful of this beautiful gift?”

“If you want it, I’ll regift it to you for a belated Christmas gift then.” You sass, going to lean in the archway.

Juan shakes his head while he’s eyeing all the ingredients he’s laid out on the counter, “no point in doing that if I’m just going to be over here majority of the time anyway.”

“Oh is that right?”

“I mean…yeah…if you’re comfortable with that.”

You roll your eyes, “I’ll take you for as long as I can have you, Juanie and you know that.”

He casts a smile over his shoulder at you before waving his hand along formally towards the dining room, “have a seat. This won’t be anything extravagant since your selection of food kinda sucks…we’ll talk about that later but I need my work space clear.”

You saluted, “heard chef,” before you walked into the next room over.

Which leaves you to send off a text to your brother letting him know you both made it safe before choosing to browse social media.

The words of your mother did get into your head as you’re sitting here searching up your two exes and you laugh to yourself at how foolish you were being. You haven’t though about either of those two in a long time, not in the same way you thought about Juan nearly every day.

Yet here you were letting your mother get into your head again: about two men that didn’t hold meaning to your life now.

“Bon appetite.” Juan tells you after awhile, placing the plates down on the table and picking the seat right next to you.

“And what do we call this meal?”

“P.O. In 10. Which stands for: party’s over in ten minutes.”

You both stare at each other and let out a laugh, “how clever.”

A struggle meal of: ground turkey on ranch Doritos topped with cheese and left over black olives with a side of strawberry moscato was your dinner for that night and you didn’t dare complain.

Juan’s gone into one of his rapid conversations of one of his old friends, a guy named chibs that he would have loved for you to meet and of course you find it sweet that he still found someone to speak highly of when he’s vaguely told you that all was not well in charming.

“can i see your hand?" You suddenly ask the man who’s grown out his hair and sported facial hair that made him appear older.

Juan’s finishing off the last of his homemade nacho’s, stuffing his face but doesn’t hesistate as he places his smooth veiny but much larger one into yours, “sure, why?"

You’re tracing the lines of his palm and recall the time the both of you went to a palm reader on senior skip day for shits and giggles although Juan seemed to believe every word the lady said.

He said he had a great tía from Puerto Rico that he met once or twice who was very spiritual but different from a palm reader. His mother got pissed off when she brought her work to the house that one time when she was supposed to be looking after him and his sister.

That soon became Juan’s job.

You wondered about how these hands had to scrap their way through just to survive.

Then you explain, “so i can see how well it fits with mine." Before interlacing your right with his and Juan can’t help but to grin at you.

And there’s that boyish smile that spreads to the corners of his eyes that you can’t resist while he speaks with you, “You’re so cute, you’re corny. If you wanted to makeout, all you had to do was just say so.”

You don’t think about it, “alright, maybe I do.”

“What?! Don’t joke like that.” Juan’s eyes are wide now, ready to slip his hand right from yours.

“I’m not.” You lift your shoulders as Juan sits back in the chair with a sigh.

Juan’s staring at you with a curiosity that makes you want to look away but you can’t.

“What if all we needed was to just be honest with ourselves and look at what’s directly in front of us.”

“…I don’t follow.”

“Us, Juan! I always felt like i was waiting for something, even with the others after Stu and Marlon. There was always this pull and maybe that was you…and if this is all in my head just say that. You can tell me.”

Juan rubs at his face in thought. He already knew how he felt about you and how it never went away.

“No…it’s not all in your head. I don’t know if you know this but…you’ve always been it for me and I—learned to be okay with just being your best friend since that’s what you always wanted from me. I thought moving across the country was the answer but that only hurt us more.”

“Part of me felt like you didn’t care who I was with. You just took it for what it was.”

“You’re so wrong,” Juan scoffed out some laughter, “I just wanted you be happy and not be selfish about wishing it was me that got to do everything with you all the time. They took my space.”

You instantly reply, “Never could.”

“No?”

“No, blockhead.” You lightly grip and shake his shoulders.

“Now we’re down to the insults I see.”

You shrug with a smirk, “Let me kiss you…just to see.”

“See what?” Juan felt his heart hammering in his chest now, “That we’re completely in love with each other? A kiss won’t tell me what I don’t already know, babe.”

A scrunch of your nose is present, “Not you sounding like you don’t want to kiss me—

“What—no—

Sighing you got up from the chair and plopped right down in Juan’s lap, wrapping your arms across his shoulders and staring into his eyes that softened as they settled on your close proximity.

“You smell nice,” he awkwardly says, carefully placing his hands right down on your hip.

You laugh as you move your hands to cup his face, lightly caressing your thumbs over his facial hair, looking at his lips and then back to his eyes before you lean forward to place your lips right on his.

His hands tighten around you but his shoulders seem to relax. Juan can’t hold back the moan in the back of his throat that escapes his parted lips but that doesn’t stop him from kissing you back.

There’s tongue in there somewhere in the mix and the hold the both of you have on each other is enough to erase the miles that were once placed between you.

His hooked nose brushes against yours as you pull back, eyes closed and trying to catch your breath. His forehead rests against yours and Juan has to clear his throat and blink several times in hopes of getting rid of the static that sits in the center of his bottom lip.

“Wow,” he exhales with a grin while you’re playing with the strand of curls at the back of his head.

A satisfied smile is on your face, “What was that shit you were talking?”

“I wasn’t talking shit,” Juan frowns, “I was just saying that my heart already knows what it wants without putting my lips on yours. I loved you the moment your mom forced you to be my friend.”

You shake your head with a smile, “that didn’t take much force, Ortiz. I always thought you could be the one.”

“And…you never said anything why? That would have saved us a lot of time!”

You shrug, “I think our love story is meant to start now.”

“Nope it’s been a W.I.P. but now the progress is actually progressing…”

You squint, “With both of us tasting like Doritos and strawberry wine?”

“If it makes sense to mother universe then who am I to argue with her?”

“At least one of us gets it then.” You kiss his cheek and go to move off his lap but he yanks you right back, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Yeah, that maybe love’s always got our back in the end.”

“So…that’s what’s poking me right now?”

Juan feels his face burn, “Sorry—I—couldn’t help it.”

“I could—

“No. Nope. Not yet, let me just hold you and get used to the fact that I get to kiss you from now on. If…we get to labeling each other that is.”

“You want to be mine, Ortiz?”

“Don’t tell me you can’t tell.” He groans pressing his forehead into your shoulder leaving you laughing.

“Only if I get to be yours.”

“Fuck yeah!”

You nuzzle your face against his profile as you hum, “I’ll love you even more for the rest of my life Juan Carlos Ortiz…sounds like a plan?”

And he feels his heart swell at that, knowing that he didn’t have to be alone anymore the longer he had you in his arms.

“Sounds like the best plan, yet. And I love you too, so much.” He gently says into your ear before you turn to him again, capturing his lips once more.

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February fluff anthology series continues here.

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“Darling, you’ve been dragging in the dirt for a while. How about we go put the fear of god in some folks?”

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[cyberneticasset]

You Just Don't Know It Yet

Summary:

In a desperate chase, James is pursued by his past, accused of a crime he didn't commit. Facing his former handler, he fights back.

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Language: English Words: 1,548 Chapters: 1

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Fandoms:

Captain America (Movies)

The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Characters:

Brock Rumlow

James "Bucky" Barnes

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Cooling Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 5 of the August Prompts: pavilion

Warnings: enough fluff to get buried in, this would be post-canon if canon was different lmao, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: When I tell you that today’s word almost made me bail on the August Prompt Challenge altogether. 😂 I struggled through this fic. I never wanna see the word pavilion again lmao. Here’s hoping it came out alright despite how long it took me to get going with it! 😅

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The second that their feet hit the blacktop of the parking lot at the park, both boys took off like they’d never been let outside before. They were screaming and laughing as they hot-footed off to the playground, leaving you and Jax to grab the bags from the trunk of the car. Neither of you expected anything less, but it still made both of you laugh.

You fought the urge to call after them to be careful, and Jax could see it on your face. He laughed as he pulled down the door of the trunk. Slipping one strap of the backpack onto his shoulder, he nudged you in the direction of the picnic tables that were off to the side of the playground. Still close enough to keep a decent eye on the kids running around playing, but far enough to be underneath the shade of the cover they’d thrown over the few tables they had. The two of you set a much more leisurely pace than the kids as you strolled.

Setting the backpack down on the bench, Jax pulled out the water bottles for the boys, also grabbing one for you and tossing it over to you without a warning as you went to sit down across from him. You laughed, managing to catch it just before it was too late.

You shook your head at him as you sat, “No wonder those boys are the way they are.”

The smile on his face made up for his childish behavior, as always, “Yea but you love all three of us.”

“Hmm,” you tried to keep a straight face but your smirk was peeking through, “you’re on thin ice some days, Teller.”

He chuckled as he sat down across from you, “You’re a Teller now too, don’t forget that.”

Your gaze immediately drifted to the rings on your left hand, your tone joking and light despite the genuine warmth in your chest, “How could I?”

Reaching across the table, he took your hand in his own. His thumb traced over your knuckles, lingering on your ring finger a little longer than the others. His eyes might’ve been fixed on the two boys running around a few yards away, but it didn’t stop the gentle affection that he was giving you. You watched him for a few moments, a smile on your face. It was nice to see him out of the kutte sometimes, just in his t-shirt and jeans, doing family things that had nothing to do with the club. The breaks were good for him, good for all of you. He always looked so relaxed, and you enjoyed the sight of that before turning and focusing on the same thing that he was.

It was nice, seeing the two boys running around playing not just with each other, but with other kids their age as well. You knew that Jax was worried for a little while about the two of them, because of everything that’d happened, but kids were nothing if not resilient. In the last few years that you’d known all of them, they’d come a long way, the kids and Jax. They were all happy, all getting a bit better and stronger each day.

“I love you,” you gave his hand a light squeeze.

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his face, “I love you too.”

“You know what’s kinda nice?” you asked.

He lifted his chin slightly, “What’s that?”

You laughed, “The fact that the two of them are old enough to play with each other and the other kids without us having to be on top of them all the time.”

“You don’t wanna melt out there?” he joked.

“I would if I had to,” you shook your head, taking a sip of your water, “But if I don’t have to? Even better.”

He shook his head with a smile as he turned back to the playground, where Thomas and Abel were chasing each other up and down the steps that lead to the slide. The laughter that broke up the screams let you know that they were happy screams, at least, even if they might not sound like it to an untrained ear. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the two boys roped the other kids currently at the playground into whatever game they were playing.

It was a peaceful afternoon for you and Jax. It wasn’t like the two of you got a ton of time for just the two of you—you sort of had to make it for yourselves. This was about as close as it got sometimes, and it suited you just fine. You knew that his boys were part of the deal from the get-go, and you were more than fine with that. Besides, even though you two may not have been really alone, there was something nice about just you two sitting at the table together with the sounds of the boys’ happy, chaotic noise not too far off.

On days like this, Jax was usually more than happy to just sit back and take it all in. He didn’t need to occupy himself with anything besides watching the kids, and having the scattered conversations with you from across the picnic table. It was usually the closest he got to relaxing and doing nothing. You, on the other hand, tended to bring things to do. It was usually a book to read, or a notebook to write in. It was never work, but you liked having something to do. You needed to be a bit busier than the man sitting in front of you. He could tell when you were really into whatever it was that you were doing, and he tended not to interrupt you, content just to watch you get engrossed in it, but every now and then he would lightly nudge your foot with his own underneath the table, or reach across and give your arm a soft, affectionate squeeze. And, even if you didn’t always reciprocate the gesture or verbally respond, your lips always curled into a smile.

You did look up from your book, however, when you heard the sound of running footsteps getting closer. Your smile widened at the sight of Abel and Thomas both sprinting over to the table, cheesy grins on their faces and sweat glistening in their hair and on their foreheads.

They skidded to a stop next to the table, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath from all of the running, climbing, and yelling they’d been doing. You shook your head as you put your bookmark in and shut your book, moving to hand each of the boys their water bottles.

“Breathe,” you laughed, “and make sure you drink a lot of water. You’re both sweating up a storm.”

“It’s,” Abel was still trying to catch his breath, “so hot out there.”

You chuckled, nodding, “I know. Why don’t you two come sit in the shade for a bit?” you gestured towards the table, “Give yourselves a break,” you knew the chances of them actually stopping and sitting still for a moment were slim to none, but you still had to be responsible and put the offer out there.

“Pfft,” Abel shook his head, looking and sounding so much like his father for a moment, “no way.”

Jax chuckled, grabbing his own water bottle and pouring a little bit of water over each of the boys’ heads, getting rewarded with shrieks and laughter from each of them. You saw the way that they instinctively lifted their shoulders as the cold water trickled down their necks, and you had to laugh.

“That’s cold!” Thomas was laughing through his jitters at the sensation.

“It’ll feel good when you’re back out in the sun,” Jax smiled, nodding towards the playground that they were no doubt about to run back to.

They didn’t need any more convincing, haphazardly throwing their water bottles onto the table and taking back off towards the sunlight, and more importantly, the jungle gym. You chuckled as you watched them running, droplets of water flying from the ends of their hair.

“Those boys really don’t have an off switch, do they?” you said with a laugh.

“If they do,” Jax smiled and shook his head, “I haven’t found it yet.”

“You didn’t have one as a kid either, I’m sure.”

He laughed, “Hell no,” he looked over at you, a smirk on his face, “I still turned out alright, though, right?”

You smiled, “Yea, I’d say so,” you casually slid your book back into the bag and reached for your water bottle, taking a sip, “Hopefully you’re still as fast as you used to be?”

The smile didn’t fade from his face but his brows knit closer together in confusion, “Why’s that?”

Your smile grew into a full-blown grin, “Otherwise you’re never gonna get me back for this,” you leaned over the table and dumped what was left of your water onto Jax’s head, not unlike what he had done to Able and Thomas a few minutes before. You were cackling as you hopped up from the picnic table and took off towards the playground, fully intending to rope the two kids into the chaos with you.

Jax let out a shocked laugh, not having expected that to be what was coming. Swiping his bottle off the table, he started after you, “So much for not wanting to run in the heat!”

“Told you,” you called back to him, still laughing, “I would if I had to!”

Even though Abel and Thomas didn’t know exactly what you and Jax were doing, they could tell by the fact that the two of you were running and laughing that they definitely wanted in on it. With no hesitation, they ditched whatever game they had previously been wrapped up in and took off to see what the two of you had gotten yourselves into.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #jax teller #jax teller x you #jax teller x reader #august prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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Prompt List updated March 27th

I am starting with 70 for now, I may add or change them going forward. but for now these were the ones i had in my notebook. i got all of them off of Pinterest. Some already have names by them but go ahead and request them again if you like the prompt and I can redo them.

Fandoms I write for:

Top Gun Maverick: All

Elvis: Elvis

One Chicago: Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Adam Ruzek

Avengers: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha, Clint Barton, Peter Parker

Triple Frontier: Will Miller and Benny Miller

Four Brothers: Bobby Mercer, Jack Mercer

Sons of Anarchy: Jax Teller, Opie Winston, Juice Ortiz, David Hale,

Fast and Furious: Dom Toretto, Roman Peirce, Brian O'Conner, Letty Ortiz

Band of Brothers: Wild Bill, Babe, Malarkey, Nixon, Winters, Joe Toye

Twilight: All of the Cullens, Jacob Black and Bella Swan

Harry Potter: All

WWE/TNA/AEW/ ROH : Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, Stephanie McMahon, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Chris Jericho, CM Punk, The Young Bucks, Adam Cole, Bobby Fish, Kyle O'Reilly, Roderick Strong, Chris Sabin, Alex Shelley, Randy Orton, Edge, Christian Cage, Matt Hardy, Jeff Hardy, Hurricane Helms. Mr. Kennedy

Supernatural- Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Cas

The West Wing: Josh Lyman, Sam Seaborn

Game of Thrones: Robb Stark, Jon Snow, and Sansa Stark

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Fili, Kili, Bilbo, Legolas, Aragon.

Black Sails: Billy Bones, James Flint, Eleanor, Charles Vane, Anne Bonney, John Silver

Law and Order SVU: All

Hawaii Five-0: All

SWAT: All

Yellowstone: Kayce Dutton, Rip Wheeler, Beth Dutton, Jamie Dutton.

Crash- Kenny

Southland- John Cooper, Ben Sherman

Gotham- Jim Gordon

White Collar- Matthew Keller

The Mighty Ducks- All

The Outsiders- All

*****

01 “Oh you think I am cute when I am angry? Well get ready because I am about to be gorgeous.”  

02. “I can’t lose you again. Can’t  you see that? I am not strong enough.” 

03. “Marry me’ 

04. “I’m not jealous.” 

05.  “Kiss my ass.” 

06.  “Were you ever gonna tell me?” 

07. “Excuse you?”

08.  “This is all your fault.” 

09. “It’s not fair.” 

10. “Game Over, you lose.” 

11.  “Is she always this obnoxious?” “Oh, she is just getting warmed up.” 

12. “We don’t need to control them. We need to unleash them.” 

13. “It should have never come to this.” 

14. “I’m not a lot of people’s favorite person.” 

15. “I shouldn’t have wasted 3 years on someone when Russia could have sent me a good bottle of vodka.” 

16.  “Can we have this conversation when you aren’t upset?” 

17. “Come over here and make me, why don’t ya?” 

18.  “I am tired of being your secret.” 

19. “Mess with them, you mess with me.” 

20. “I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

21. “ I am coming to get you. Stay there.” 

22. “Are you safe?” “I, I don’t know.” 

23.  “This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.” 

24. “You are my regret.” 

25. “You have to make a choice.” 

26. “Put the knife down.” 

27. “Jokes on them.” 

28. “The way you flirt is shameless.” 

29. “With all due respect, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.” 

30. “It’s me! It’s me baby! Calm down.” 

31.  “Have you lost your damn mind?” 

32.  “Hey, I am here with you. Okay? Always.”

33. “Hold me back.” 

34.  “You aren’t a bad guy.” 

35. “You know we are meant to be.” 

36. “Mine.”

37. “Seriously, you are a manchild.”

38.  “I get it alright! I fucked up!” 

39. “She’s dead! I killed her!” 

40. “You smell nice.”

41.  “I think I am pregnant.”/ “I am pregnant, not helpless. Stop worrying so much.” 

42. “So what if I am jealous? Its not gonna change anything.” 

43. “You owe me.”

44. “Be careful.” “I always am.” 

45. “Take my jacket, it's cold outside.” 

46. “I am not some toy  you can play with.” 

47. “Just play long. Please.’

48.  “I did something terrible.’ 

49. “Don’t hurt the hair on their head.’ 

50. “I got your back.” 

51. "I told you not to get too close to me."

52. "How long?' "Since the beginning."

53. "Touch her and you're dead."

54. "Baby, we are the law."

55. "Baby, don't make me spell it out. You know I want you."

56. "I will always choose you."

57. "What happened? I told you to stay by my side!"

58. "Don't you dare!"

59. "Well what can I say? I am a badass."

60. "Excuse me, I have to go and make a scene."

61. "Before this happens, I need you to know that I have always loved you." 1

62. "No panties, baby girl?" 1

63. "Well you are coming home with me whether you like it or not."

64. "That looks hard. Let's switch."

65. "Saddle up doll."

66. "Like what you see?"

67. "Don't pretend to be innocent."

68. "You're mine. And I don't share."

69. "Welcome back, now fucking help me."

70. "Don't be an asshole, asshole."

#ash writes #ash's prompts #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagines #triple frontier imagines #triple frontier fan fiction #sons of anrachy imagines #sons of anarchy fanfiction #wwe fan fiction #wwe imagines #one chicago fan fiction #one chicago imagines #band of brothers fan fiction #band of brothers imagines #game of thrones fan fiction #game of thrones imagines #lord of the rings fan fiction #lord of the rings imagines #the hobbit fan fiction #the hobbit imagines #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone imagines #avengers fan fiction #avengers imagines