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Angel meeting his daughter for the 1st time

Angel x Reader, Angel running into his ex who he was madly in love with while out on a run and finds he has a daughter.

Warnings: language

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“Yeah nice turn signal asshole!” You say as you slam your brakes in the parking lot of the grocery store. You pull into a spot, check your makeup, grab your bag and turn to look at your 11 month old daughter, Nora in the back seat. “Are you ready baby?” Nora smiles up at you.

Pulling her out of her car seat and shutting the door you notice a group of bikes parked across the way from you. A wave of nostalgia takes over as you remember the last time you were on the back of a bike.

*flashback*

“Angel! Slow down!”

“Hang on querida!”

*present*

Pushing your cart thru the aisles you couldn’t help but think about him. He was the love of your life. He was so rugged and charming. Sexy. Dangerous. More importantly, the father of your daughter. And he had no idea. But you had to leave. You couldn’t raise a baby in Santo Padre. All the shit with the club. The cartel. The rebels. It was too much. An aisle over you heard a voice you knew all too well, and your stomach was in your feet. “Aye Boy Scout, grab some snacks!”

Coco.

It couldn’t be. Why was he here? Why were THEY here? Was Angel with them? You had to leave.fast. You run to self check out, scan your things and start placing them in bags. That’s when he saw you. He’d recognize that ponytail anywhere. You were too far for him to call out to you. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted you to see him. His heart nearly stopped.

“You look like you seen a ghost.” Coco stepped up next him and Angel looked in his direction. When he return to gaze back at you, you were gone. He scanned the crowd of customers for your face but couldn’t see you anymore.

You put Nora in her seat and shut the door. You began loading your groceries into your car when you heard it. The voice that made you heart stop, Angel.

“Y/N?” You froze in place.

Turning to look up at the man you loved with every inch of you, you spoke. “Hi Angel.”

He clenches his jaw at the sound of his name leaving your lips. “You look good.” Was all he could muster out. You let a quick smirk creep up your lips. “Thank you. So do you.”

“Nahhh.” He waved his hand at you. “I’ve been missing you querida. You just left. I didn’t hear from you. See you. I ain’t got shit from you. All this time, this where you been?” You let a small sigh escape your throat. “I’m staying with my sister. About 15 minutes away you remember where she lives... Angel I need-”

You were cut off by the sound of Nora crying.

Angels gaze shifts from you to the back of the car through the open trunk. “Babysitting?” He asks.

“Umm. No. She’s.... mine.” You could see the hurt, anger, and confusion in his eyes. “Yours? Wow. You uh... you fuckin with me? So you just leave me, break my heart, disappear and have a kid?”

“Angel no. I mean yes. But there’s so much to this that you don’t understand.” “Oh no? So how bout you explain it to me. What the fuck Y/N?”

“Angel. Come to my sisters place. So you can hear what I have to say. If you can escape your entourage. You know where. Look I gotta go. Come by around 5.”

The rest of the afternoon came and went. 4:50 came and you could hear the sound of his bike down the street. You wait outside and when you see his bike pull up you become nervous. He turns the engine off and gets off his bike. Making his way to you. He still had the sexy walk about him, his hair slicked back, a red flannel under his kutte.

“So,” he said, never missing a beat, “let’s hear it, mama.” He emphasizes the word “mama” as if he’s throwing a subtle jab. You both take a seat on the steps of your front porch. He pulls out a cigarette, lights it, then hands it to you, the lights one for himself. Taking a long drag, you breathe in the smoke then let it out. “Angel when I left, the last thing I wanted to do was destroy you. Shit with the club was insane. The cartel. It was a ticking time bomb. So many people were hurt.”

He rolled his eyes and let out a sarcastic chuckle, “so you were scared and so you ran away? Didn’t think about anyone else but yourself huh? Didn’t think it would fucking break me to wake up to see your side of the bed empty? Your clothes gone ? You ignore my calls, my texts, I had the guys searching for you and this whole time you just been here? Playing house? I never let anyone in, you know that. But you? You knew everything. Knew the way I fuckin love you, knew how much I needed you, knew everything. That’s fucked querida.”

You reach over and take your hand in his and gave it a squeeze “Angel, it was because I knew everything that I needed to go. The day before I left I took a pregnancy test. 4 of them. I was pregnant Angel. I went looking for you, to tell you. But you weren’t home and you weren’t at the yard. I knew if I saw you you would convince me to stay. And I couldn’t do that to our kid. So I called my sister and I’ve been staying here since. I can’t go back Angel.”

Angel moved his hand from yours and stood up so that he was in front of you just a step or two below you. “Are you fucking with me right now? Tell me you’re fucking with me.... you’re telling me-the kid in there, the one you had in the car today, that kid is mine?” Tears formed in Angels eyes as he looked up at you.

“I’m not fucking with you Angel. She’s yours. She’s so amazing. And she’s sassy and has your eyes. She has the best little smile.”

His head shot up “she? It’s a girl? I have a daughter?”

You nod your head and he picks you up off the porch. “I have a fuckin daughter!!!”

“Do you wanna meet her? Nora.”

“Nora.” He repeats.

You look up at him with a smile “Nora Isabel Reyes”.

“She has my last name?”

“She’s your kid Angel why wouldn’t she? Come on.”

You lead him up the stairs and inside to find your sister on the floor playing with Nora. “Hey can you give us a minute? Angel would like to meet his daughter.” She gets up from the floor and heads down the hall. You bend down and pick up the baby placing her on your hip. “Hi mama... look who I brought. It’s your daddy.” Angel has been so angry for your leaving him the way you did. But seeing Nora it all made sense. You needed to keep her safe. Seeing YOU with Nora it all made sense. But now Angel wanted you to come home. To him. Be a family. You held Nora out to Angel and he nervously took her and held her against him.

“Jesus she’s perfect...” he rocked her against his chest for what felt like an eternity before she started crying and he quickly handed her back. You laughed and took her, explaining to him she was probably getting hungry. “You can stay for dinner if you want.”

“Nah mama, I gotta get back.”

“Okay.”

You walk him to the door and he turns to look at you. “Come back with me. I miss you more than you know mi dulce. And now that Nora is here... I can keep you safe. You know that. I want this. I need this.”

You stood in silence staring up at him. “Angel, I-“ not leaving you any room to say what he was dreading to hear he protests, “think about it. But not too long, we leave tomorrow night. 7PM.” He places a hand on your waist and he leans down and plants a lingering kiss on your cheek. “You look fuckin good princesa”. He turns and walks down the steps and gets on his bike.

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You had talked to your sister about everything that had happened. How you weren’t sure if you wanted to go back but you were sure you wanted a family with Angel. Your sister had said she supported whatever you decided, thought it was great Angel had a chance at being in Nora’s life.

“What do you think bebè? Do you wanna go live with your daddy?” She looked up at you and smiled. Later that night you lay in bed unable to sleep. You reach for your phone and dialed his number. You knew it by memory and you never moved your fingers so fast. It rang 3 times and at the end of the 4th ring he picks up. “Yeah?” His voice heavy with sleep, but a whisper, careful not to wake his brothers.

“Yes.” You said.

“Yes? Yes wha-Y/N? Yes? Yes?!l”

“Yes Angel. Can you meet me tomorrow before you go? Help me pack some things into the car and stuff?”

“Yeah. Be there at 6.”

“Okay. Goodnight Angel.”

“Goodnight mi dulce”.

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At 6PM sharp, you heard the rumble of what sounded like several motorcycles coming down your block. “What the hell?” You thought to yourself. You watched them all park in your driveway and in front of your sisters house. You put Nora on your hip and head outside. Angel jumped off his bike and kissed your forehead. “Sorry, she needed to meet her uncles.”

He looked at the guys and they looked at Nora. “Yo, so you guys know Y/N... but.. this- this is Nora. Nora Isabel.... Reyes. My daughter.”

The guys all looked around confused. Bishop walked over to you and smiled. “I’m glad you’re alright kid. She’s beautiful.... alright let’s go! Let’s get them packed up come on!”

The guys all moved to grab bags and boxes and loaded them into your SUV. When they were done, Angel Made his way to you and said “you go. We’ll be right behind you.”

You started your car and looked up to see Nora in the rear view mirror and you were off to start your new chapter as a family with the man you loved.

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Brettsey + right as rain: [character] says they’re fine right before collapsing. 🙂

Ahh! Okay, as someone who suffers from every day low blood sugar, as well as common fainting, I feel like this fic should be pretty accurate lol. I was originally going to do Matt passing out in 9x9 but decide to do something a little more original. Hope everyone enjoys!

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She's usually good about eating, especially during shift. Even if it's hard to get a real meal in, Sylvie carries protein bars. She makes sure to have some kind of little pick me up in her jacket or up front in the ambo. Except today has been a lot- over nine calls, and while not all of them have been bad or made them actually have to transport a patient, its been non stop.

They haven't been back to the firehouse since they left around nine for their first call, and with it nearing almost eight at night, both women are exhausted. They had tried, of course, to get food. It wasn't like they were avoiding it. But twice, when they'd been in line to order lunch somewhere, dispatch had come over the radio and they'd been forced to leave without anything to show for their pitstop.

Pulling back onto the apparatus floor, Sylvie looks at Violet and has the urge to start laughing. Today has been one of the busiest in a long time. Sure they'll do as many runs as they have on any given shift, but not back to back like this. The PIC can tell her partners exhausted too, and so she offers a smile.

"Ready for food and sleep?"

"I'm just ready for shift to be over. And yet we have almost twelve hours left." The groan that comes out of Violet conveys just how Sylvie feels.

Hopping out of the ambo, the blonde pauses when the world tilts, dizziness slamming into her. Blinking hard, she forces herself to get through the spell, but she feels foggy even after it ends, jittery and shaky. Violets already halfway across the app floor by the time Sylvie actually starts to move. As she walks past the squad table, she nods when they wave and fully intends on making it inside, but Cruz stops her.

"Sylvie! Hey, I have a question to ask you."

Something flares up inside her, annoyance coursing through her veins. She's not sure where it's come from, or why she feels the need to be rude to one of her closest friends, but it's like she can't even remember how to talk normally.

"Joe, I'm really not in the mood right now." She doesn't look back, doesn't see the furrowed brow on every firefighters face. Doesn't hear Severide's 'damn, what'd you do to her?'.

The edgy, annoying feeling doesn't leave, if anything it intensifies, and Sylvie feels like a live wire. Her whole body feels like it needs to be moving, as if she's had ten espresso shots. Walking into the common room, she looks around. Truck and Engine are all there, eating and laughing, talking at a volume that grates on Sylvie, makes her head give a warning throb. Skin prickling, the paramedic moves past the table; past her friends and past her boyfriend, and goes instead to the cabinet to find something to eat. Nothing sounds good.

Another wave of dizziness hits her as Kidd walks up to rinse her plate.

"Girl, you have been busy today. We saved you some food."

The words sound far off and garbled, and all Sylvie wants to do is leave. Everything feels too much, too overwhelming. She doesn't notice Kidd frown or move her hand until she feels pressure on her shoulder.

"Brett, you okay?"

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Matt's in the middle of taking a bite of the lasagna that Gallo and Ritter have made, when he hears Kidd's voice from behind him. The sudden worry in her tone makes the Captain look up and turn his head. The sight makes him stand up before he registers what he's doing.

"Sylvie?"

"I'm fine..."

The PIC is pale, much more than she usually is, and she looks zoned out. Matt makes his way quickly to her, and in that moment he watches her skin change from porcelain pale to a chalky grey. He knows exactly what that means. The blonde crumples slightly and then pitches forward, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Matt manages just barely to lunge forward and grab her.

"Herrmann, go get Boden! Makami, grab the jump bag," the firefighter orders, not even fully aware of what he's saying. He and Stella get Sylvie down to the ground gently, laying her on her back and pushing her knees up, allowing for better circulation to her brain.

"What's going on?"

Matt looks up at Boden, then shakes his head.

"One second she was standing there, and she was a little out of it, and then she was passing out," Stella supplies, while Matt feels her forehead. No fever. Makami gets back in the room along with all of squad.

"I'm going to check her blood sugar, we didn't get a chance to eat..." the dark haired woman says, taking the blood glucose monitor out and prepping it.

As she does, a small noise resounds from the paramedic on the ground, and Matt pushes hair away from her face.

"Syl? Sylvie, are you awake?"

When no real answer comes, Matt looks at Violet, heart racing. "What's taking so long?!"

"Captain." Bodens voice makes Matt look back down at Sylvie, knowing he shouldn't be behaving like this. But it's Sylvie, and he needs her to be ok.

While Violet pricks Sylvie's finger, the woman stirs again, this time opening her eyes.

"Hey, don't talk, you're in the firehouse. You passed out," Matt keeps his voice soft and quiet, not wanting to disorient her more. Sylvie swallows convulsively, and Matt can tell she's nauseous.

"Her blood sugar's bottomed out, we need candy or juice," Violet announces, making both Kidd and Mouch move instantaneously. Moments later Matt's helping her sit up and choke down orange juice. After a cup of that, plus a pixie stick, Sylvie starts regaining color to her face.

Matt can't help but press a quick kiss to her forehead. "You scared me, sunshine."

"S-Sorry....scared myself too."

When it seems she's going to be okay, Matt helps Sylvie up and takes her to his office, his own body shaking slightly. He's grateful Boden had commented about taking 61 out of service, if he hadn't, Matt would be arguing right now while letting Kidd take care of his girlfriend. Sliding her onto his bunk, he presses another kiss to her, but this time catches her lips in his. It's quick and sweet.

"Get some rest Syl. I'm going to bring you a plate of dinner, and then you're going to nap. No arguments." The last two words he says in his Captain voice, which earns a small, tired smile from the woman in front of him.

"Yes sir."

Jellyfish - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! I was wondering or you could do an outer banks imagine where like in season one the pogues leave kie, Sarah and reader on a boat, and the reader is the one getting stung by a jellyfish. The night goes on and she starts having an allergic reaction the jellyfish sting and her breathing starts to go bad and all dizzy. The girls have to call a mayday. And the sherif/ambulance boat? Comes and gets her or the pogues come back the next morning and she is not well at all. Then hospital. The pogues feel really badx Maybe reader x jj?  

A/N: I just started a rewatch of s1 tonight so I can finally watch s2…also I googled allergic reactions to a jellyfish sting for this. 

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Sarah stood beside you, practically holding you up, as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the marsh for the fifth time in so many minutes. The boys plan to strand Sarah and Kiara on the boat hadn’t been a very clever one and when you had protested JJ had jokingly pushed you over the edge of the HMS, claiming that now you too were stranded with them. 

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May Contain Nuts

Fandom: 9-1-1

Characters: Bobby Nash, Chim (mentioned), Eddie Diaz, Evan Buckley and Hen Wilson (mentioned)

Word Count: 2,045

Warnings: Mentions of anaphylaxis and needles. 

What better place to have an allergic reaction than in a house full of trained medics? 

Thank you to my amazing beta @evanbuckos​ 

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His One

Derek Hale Masterlist

Summary: It’s your first full moon since you turned. Luckily, your alpha is there for you. But nothing goes according to plan when you break out of your restraints. 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, near heat/rut, knotting, presenting, A/B/O universe

squares filled: @afgomegaversebingo: Presenting / @anyfandomgoesbingo Teen wolf edition: Alpha/omega / @mfbingo: A/B/O / @anyfandomaubingo : Free space 

Word Count: 3008

A/n: This fic was for @cryptichobbit​ ! To thank you for everything ;) This is an alternate universe where the werewolves are part of the a/b/o world as well, so a born werewolf presents near maturity, and a bitten werewolf presents on their first full moon, either as alpha, beta, and omega. True mates is a rare thing, as not everyone is a supernatural creature. Now that this is said, happy reading!

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Our Beautiful Girl

(’Couldn’t Be Happier’ Part 2)

Chicago P.D.) Jay Halstead x Reader

Summary: You are on maternity leave, but you’re starting to get bored. You decide to take your baby girl to visit her dad, Jay, at work.

Word Count: 1216 

Requested: Anonymous asked: Hello there! Just read your Jay Halstead imagine, and was wondering if you could make an imagine that’s like in the future, after she’s had the baby and she’s on maternity leave, but she gets bored just sitting around and she knows that intelligence is just doing paper work from a previous case so she brings baby Isla (eye-la) into the office and Jay is happy just to hold her and even Hank just holds her at his desk to give the two a few moments of peace? Love your writing! Thanks in advance x!

A/N: Thanks for the request :) Hope this is what you wanted and hope you enjoy. 

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“Aren’t you just the cutest little girl ever” You cooed, looking down at your beautiful baby girl. She smiled up at you, with her cute little smile and her gorgeous eyes. She had Jay’s eyes, she also happened to have his smile. “You’re going to be the biggest daddy’s girl, aren’t you?” She just giggled up at you. You loved your little girl more than anything, and you knew Jay did too. You decided to text Jay and see what he was doing, maybe you would take Isla to visit her dad, you knew he would love that, and she would too.

Y/N: Hey babe. You busy?

Jay: Intelligence just has a whole lot of paper work. Is everything okay?

Y/N: Yeah everything fine, I thought maybe I’d bring Isla to visit the team.

Jay: That would be perfect. I’m missing you two now that I’m back at work.

Y/N: See you soon then xxx

You got off the couch so you could get yourself and Isla ready to go out. You were grateful that intelligence wasn’t busy, you loved Isla more than anything but you were starting to get bored on maternity leave. At this age, Isla didn’t do much other than eat, sleep, cry, and poop. You spent most of your day, every day, trying to get her to stop crying. When you finally did get her to stop crying there wasn’t much for you to do, you couldn’t watch television in case it woke her up, and every time you tried to read, Isla would start crying just as you got to a good bit. This meant that most of your days were spent, sitting around, not doing much of anything. You often missed working, you loved being a cop, it was all you ever wanted to do, but you knew that if you went back to work you would miss Isla too much. You knew Jay missed her when he wasn’t home, he would ask you to send him photos of her like every 10 minutes, and he never wanted to leave in the morning. You could tell he was really worn out too, with Isla crying a lot at night, and Jay working long hours, he didn’t get a lot of time to rest. When Isla was first born, you and Jay both took some time off, then the two of you decided the Jay would go back to work and you would continue maternity leave, then further down the track, you would go back to work and Jay would take some time off to spend with Isla. You quickly got you and Isla dressed so you could leave the house. You couldn’t wait to go and see Jay, you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees Isla, you just loved to watch him with her. He loved her so much and it just melted your heart to watch.

You opened the door to the back seat, reaching in to pull Isla out of her car seat. You walked in the front door of District 21, happy to be at the place that felt like a second home to you.

“Hey Sergeant Platt” You smiled, walking up to the front desk of the district.

“Hi you two” She smiled in response, picking Isla out of my arms to hold her. “She’s just beautiful”. Even though Platt seemed mean sometimes, she was actually really nice. When Isla was born, Platt stayed in the waiting room with all your friends and family, and was one of the first people to come in and congratulate you. She wasn’t as bad as she seemed. “Coming to visit Halstead?” She asked, looking back at you.

“Yep, thought Isla might want to see her dad” You explained, as Platt handed Isla back to you.

“Alrighty then, I’ve just buzzed you up.”

“Thanks Sergeant, I’ll see you later.”

“Hiii” You grinned, as you walked into intelligence with little Isla in your arms.

“There’s my two beautiful girls” Jay smiled, getting up from his desk and taking Isla out of your arms after giving you a kiss. “Hello there my beautiful little girl” He grinned, holding Isla in his strong arms.

“Someone looks happy to see her dad” You laughed, as you watched a huge grin spread across Isla’s face and she started to giggle. The rest of intelligence got up from their desks to crowd around the little girl, giving you hugs and saying hello, before turning their attention back to Isla. You watched as they all took turns saying hello to her and giving her little hugs, a smile on your face. You couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed Jay’s face whenever someone else took Isla out of his hands to hold her, all he wanted to do was hold his little girl.

“How have you been” Jay asked you, rubbing his hand along your back.

“I’m alright” You smiled, “Just a bit tired and I was getting bored at home.”

“Well I’m glad you brought her in, it was a good idea” He wrapped his arm around you, as he watched all your friends play with Isla, you could see a smile on his face. You loved how happy he looked whenever he was with Isla, his eyes lit up whenever she was in the room. You couldn’t be happier with your little family.

“Have to let me have a hold” Voight announced, walking out of his office and making his way through the team to Isla. “How you been Y/N” Voight asked, turning to you, after he had picked up Isla in his arms.

“Good thanks Serge. Just been looking after this little one” You responded, smiling as you rubbed Isla’s tiny little hand.

“Why don’t you let me take her into my office for a little while, give you some time to relax. I know how tiring raising a baby can be” Voight offered, smiling down at Isla.

“That would be great, thanks Sergeant” You smiled.

“Want some coffee” Jay asked, as the two of you sat down in the break room.

“Thanks” You smiled.

“Are you alright, you seem tired” Jay questioned, hugging you from behind.

“Yeah just tired and I was getting bored at home” You answered, standing up to wrap your arms around Jays torso, as he pressed his lips to your forehead.

“How about I take a couple of days off” Jay asked, “Give you some time to rest, and we can do some stuff as a family. I’m sure Voight will understand.”

“That would be great” You smiled, looking up at your husband and pressing your lips against Jay’s. “Thank you” You whispered.

“For what” Jay looked confused, “for wanting to spend time with my family?”

“No” You laughed, “For being the best husband and father.”

“My girls don’t deserve anything less” Jay pulled you back into his arms, tightening his grip around you.

You really did have the perfect husband and the perfect family. No matter what happened, you knew you would always have them. As difficult as it was sometimes, to be a mum, you knew Jay would always be there to help you. In this moment, as you thought of how your life turned out, you couldn’t help but smile.

¿y ahora qué? | dos

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Reader Word Count: 5,126

Here is the long awaited part two of ¿Y ahora qué?! I apologize to those who were waiting on this for taking so long, but do y’all see that word count? That’s over twice as long as the first part! Look, you and Coco got a lot to go through, reader. He can’t just say sorry and everything is all good. Nah, it don’t work like that! So I hope it was worth waiting for and you’re satisfied with how I ended things for you. 😘

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¿y ahora qué?

Pairing: Coco Cruz x Reader Word Count: 2,374  

Anon requested: Okay I have a request for coco x reader where coco breaks up with the reader for whatever reason and leaves The reader just found out she was pregnant and decided to have her babyboy all by herself a year later The babyboy is a couple months old now The reader is out pushing the stroller when she sees letty getting harassed by some guys and she steps in and saves letty but they dont know each other and reader offers to walk with letty to her destination If you understand sorry I just had an idea

Note: Imma be real, this one was rough. I rewrote it multiple times and I’m still not completely happy with it. I’m sure there’s plenty of mistakes, but I’m tired of looking at it so I’m throwing it here into the abyss. If you don’t like the name I gave your fictional son, then pretend it’s something else  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tag List: @everyhowlmarksthedead @ifoundmyhappythought @scuzmunkie @whyisgmora @woahitslucyylu

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While You Were Sleeping

relationships: alpha!buckynat x enhanced!omega!reader

summary: When you start sleep teleporting into your teammates room's Bucky and Natasha are jealous to say the least. When you finally end up in their bed there's less romance and more head injuries than they imagined.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: abo dynamics, protective/jealous buckynat, nightmares, reader gives herself a concussion, embarrassment, bed sharing, making out, pain medication, reader sleeps with a stuffed animal, platonic!steve x reader, some nsfw thoughts, beefy!nat

translations: zayka- bunny, malyshka- baby, dorogoy- darling

a/n: (me, unable to find an alpha buckynat fic) fine, i'll do it myself

Steve is animatedly talking to a barely awake Sam when the blonde is suddenly spun around by a strong hand on his shoulder. He had just enough time to recgonize the scent of his best friend before he threw a punch. “Buck, you can’t sneak up on me like that,” he groans. He tenses up again when he notices the brunet’s anger.

“Woah, did you fight with Nat this morning or something?” Sam asks, now perked up. Steve sighs loudly at his teammates' lack of filter as Bucky scowls. “No. I was noticing Steve’s scent,” Bucky answers darkly. Sam sniffs the air. “He smells the same to me. Is your super nose picking up something weird?”

Steve shuts his eyes in exasperation. “Sam. Just go get a coffee or something.”

“What? You practically dragged me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and now-”

He stops abruptly at Bucky icy glare. “You know what, I am getting coffee. It’s too early for your drama,” he decides, exiting the gym with a non committal wave goodbye.

“Didn’t know you and Y/N were so close,” Bucky practically growls. He approaches a punching bag to keep from breaking his best friend’s face. Steve blushes, only adding fuel to his friends' anger. He raises his shirt to nose. “Do I smell like her? I took a shower this morning,” he wonders outloud. 

Bucky punches the bag so hard it goes flying from the ceiling, raining sand on the floor. Steve's eyes widen when he realizes Bucky didn’t even use his metal arm to do it. He quickly raises his hands in a surrendering position “Woah, it wasn’t like that! She sleep teleported into my room and I wasn’t gonna kick her out!”

Bucky turns to face him. “Sleep teleported?”

“Yeah, you know, like sleep walking but─"

“I get it Steve!” He snaps, running a hand through his dark locks. “I just don’t understand why she went to your room,” he mumbles, voice now much softer and a little insecure. He thinks of his and Natasha’s attempts to get you closer that he was sure were working. They even googled courting tips for fucksakes. Natasha is much better at flirting but Bucy is a good listener, remembering every little thing about you. If you liked Steve you would tell him… wouldn’t you?

The blonde raises a brow at his friend’s sudden vulnerability. “What do you mean?”

“I mean in this huge tower, with hundreds of places to end up, why did she go to your bed?”

Steve sighs in frustration, realizing the real reason for the brunet’s behavior. Jealousy. “I don’t know, Buck. She was asleep when it happened, it was probably completely random. I’m just glad she didn’t end up in the street or something.”

Bucky freezes at that, all the worst thoughts of where you could have teleported flooding his head. He’s suddenly grateful you wound up in bed with his best friend. How could he have been so selfish? And how can he protect you from your powers? Bondage? No, that’s just kinky. Maybe cyro? No, he won’t let you in one of those freaky test tubes. Too many bad memories.

“Buck? Buck?”

He’s snapped from his thoughts. “Huh?”

“I asked how long you and Nat have been sweet on Y/N?” Steve smirks.

Bucky feels himself blush. “What makes you think we’re sweet on her?”

“Well you tried to kill me a minute ago because you were jealous, did you forget about that?”

Bucky’s jaw ticks. Sometimes he forgets how much of an ass his best friend really is. “I wasn’t gonna kill you.” He shrugs, playing innocent. “I was gonna tell Nat you slept with Y/N and then let her kill you.”

“Steve what?” Natasha’s deep growl has both men freezezing in terror. Steve sends the brunet a pleading look. Bucky reaches out to his mate hesitantly, “now malyshka, it’s not what it sounds like.”

____

You’re having a nightmare but the pain is what wakes you up.

You’re on the floor and your head is throbbing and your heart is racing but wait, this isn’t your room? Where are you? Suddenly Natasha is in front of you, gently cupping your wet face. That’s when you realize you are in fact, crying. Well this is embarrassing. A sense of comfort washes over as you recognize the two familiar scents.

“Zayka, where are you hurt?” She asks as Bucky turns on the lamp so they can scan you for injuries. You shut your eyes at the sudden light. “My head.” The alphas share a panicked look. “Friday, health scan,” the redhead demands.

“Ms. Y/N has hit her head on the nightstand and is suffering from a grade one concussion. No emergency healthcare is needed. I suggest pain medication, rest, and icing the area of injury.” The AI answers in a soft volume.

“I’ll get the pills and ice,” Bucky decides, rushing out of the room. Natasha pulls you against her chest, mindful of your head. “It’s alright omega. We’ll take care of you,” she soothes. She suddenly raises from the floor without warning, making you cling to her in surprise, before she deposits you on the bed. She smirks at your dumbstruck expression. Despite the pain you’re in you feel your stomach churn at the show of strength.

“How’s the pain, baby doll?” Bucky croons, approaching the bed with full hands. You sniffle as he hands you some pills to take, washing it down with your favorite juice “Thank you, and not too bad. I’ve survived worse,” you answer, wiping your face. They look at you unconvinced.

The brunet sits on the bed beside you, “it’ll be easier to ice your head if you’re laying down.” Natasha is there to pull back the blankets for you even and tuck you in. Your heart flutters at their sweetness. Bucky gently places the ice pack on your head. You wince at the contact but sigh happily at the numbing effect. “Not too bad my ass,” Natasha scoffs.

You pout, trying to look serious but it’s hard in your current position. “It really isn't though. I’m just embarrassed I concussed myself. Plus I’m not wearing any pants.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Your pride?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“Yes I am. Frankly, I don't have a lot to lose.”

Natasha shakes her head as she sits on the other side of you. “As much as I love your sense of humor, we were a little too worried about your head injury to notice your underwear.” That’s a lie. They both got a flash of your pastel cotton panties. “I can get you some pants if it would make you more comfortable though.”

You shrug. “No it’s fine, I’ve changed in front of you on missions before. I’m not really body shy.”

They share a heated look. They’re very familiar with your confidence but now is not a good time to tell you that they regularly fantasize about said body. Natasha holds back any sexual comments, remding herself that you’re only in their bed hald dressed because you’re injured.

“Well if it makes you feel any better you have great legs,” Bucky mumbles, eyes widening at his own admission. Natasha is shocked but somewhat proud of her awkward boyfriend. He needs to work on timing but baby steps. You grin teasingly, “really? This coming from Mr. Muder thighs?”

Natasha, who’s now slipped under the covers beside you, lets out a deep chuckle. Bucky’s face burns an adorable shade of red making you smile once again. “Yeah, get in bed, murder thighs,” Nat teases. He scoffs but lays down beside you anyways.

Sandwiched between the two most gorgeous alphas you’ve ever seen you resist the urge to do a little celebratory dance. As much as you don’t want to leave you also feel like you’ve bothered them enough. You sigh before forcing the words out of your mouth.

"I guess I should be going back to my room now.”

They look at you as if you’ve just suggested committing a war crime. “Printsessa, you’re hurt. Don’t you think you should just rest here for tonight?" Natasha coos, gently taking your hand in her’s. The small affection is enough to make you momentarily forget your argument. Then Bucky is shuffling beside you, retrieving something from the floor.

“Plus you can't go anywhere without this little guy, right?”

To your horror, he’s holding your favorite stuffed animal. The one you fell asleep holding. “That’s… not mine,” you lie very convincingly. Nat raises a brow teasingly. “Really? ‘Cause it’s not ours.” You put on a show of fake concern. “Oh no, it’s… a bomb! I’ll defuse it!”

Bucky moves the plushie away from your reach. “If I give it to you, you have to promise not to teleport away.”

“You want me to stay here with a bomb?” You ask, determined to stick to your story.

“Omega, we both know it’s not a bomb,” Nat interjects, cupping your face so you’ll meet her eyes, effectively making your brain short circut. Your face burns under her touch. “I’ll stay,” you softly promise. The alphas smile triumphantly as Bucky hands you the toy.

“We’d never make fun of you, zayka. Everyone has their comforts,” Bucky soothes. “Really?” You ask, looking between them. “Of course. I have a safety blanket that I won’t let anyone use,” he confesses. Natasha hums beside you, "and I do ballet."

“Really? Could you teach me?” You ask, looking up at her with excited eyes. She thinks of the way she was taught and clenches her jaw. No, she’ll make it fun for you. “Whatever you want, pretty girl.” You beam at her sweet words just as a yawn escapes your lips.

Bucky places a large hand on your waist. “I think the pills are making you sleepy, doll. Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Wait, I need to ask you guys something.” You focus on the green dinosaur in your hands but you can feel their gazes burning into you. “I don’t think I can embarrass myself anymore so I’m just gonna come out and say it… do you want to go on a date with me?”

There’s a horrible silence for a moment. Bucky looks at his girlfriend with pure happiness but she’s more hesitant to accept your confession, considering you just suffered from a head injury then took strong pain medication. She sighs deeply. “Zayka, we should talk about this in the morning─”

You barely notice Bucky pressing himself against you, afraid you’re going to leave. You look at Natasha defiantly. “No. I might have a concussion, and be on drugs, and not wearing pants, but I know what I want! So if you’re going to reject me just go ahead and─”

Before he can stop himself, Bucky cups your jaw and turns your face to him, smashing his lips against yours. Nat raises her brow, hardly surprised by her mate’s impulsive behavior. Still she can’t help but groan at the two of you kissing. It’s even hotter than she imagined. When he finally pulls away your chest is heaving and you’re looking up at Bucky with big glassy eyes. You already look so wrecked from just a kiss.

“Did that feel like a rejection to you?” He teases in a gruff voice, bumping his nose against yours. You shake your head breathlessly. “Um, no, but I think I should get Nat’s opinion too.”

The red head smirks, leaning in slowly just to tease you. Just as you begin to pout she surges forwards and takes your bottom lip between her teeth. You gasp at the light sting but she quickly soothes it with firm kisses. Bucky squeezes your waist from behind, gently mouthing your neck. You shiver as she pulls back, blinking slowly. You clear your throat,

“Yeah. That checks out.”

They both grin at your dazed reply. “You’re adorable, pup,” Bucky coos sweetly. Natasha hums in agreement, cupping your cheek. “You should rest now, zayka. We can talk more in the morning.”

“And kiss?” You ask drowsily.

She smiles, gently running her fingers along your jaw. “Of course, omega.”

You clutch your toy in your arms and nuzzle against Natasha’s breasts, pulling Bucky’s arm around your waist. Your bare legs are intertwined underneath the warm blankets. The last thing you say is a soft and sweet, “night alphas,” before drifting off.

Both of their hearts pick up at the title. You had never called them that before. Bucky tucks his head into your neck. He inhales your scent to remind him that this is real and not a dream. The two most amaizng woman he’s ever known in bed with him just seems too good to be true. He feels Natasha moving and look to see her texting with one hand.

“What are you doing?” He whispers against your skin. “Just telling Steve that the three of us will be taking a sick day.” She responds quietly. Bucky smiles at the prospect of a lazy day with his girls. “You think of everything, malyshka.”

“I know.” She brags, placing the phone on the bedside table. “Friday, cancel all alarms and don’t let anyone in unless the world is ending.”

“We should order her some fancy stuff for her nest, you know, like from one of those special omega websites. Oh, and lots of stuffed animals,” Bucky excitedly plans as he looks at your peaceful face. Natasha reaches over you to stroke his arm,

“Relax, dorogoy. We’ll have our whole lives to spoil her.”

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❛ SIX BABIES? ❜

with Obispo ‘Bishop’ Losa.

Request: A imagine pregnant!reader who is Bishop Old Lady & cry saying " I can't have a baby, I have already 5" Talking about Angel,Coco,Ez,Gilly & Creeper. And either Bishop falls more in love with her cause she consider crew like her own family. Or either that cause problèmes cause he thinks she have another children that she never talk to him or present him. Doesn't know if that make sense for u sorry... But in case not, I juste enjoy reading something with bishop & pregnant!reader. Btw loving u 😍

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 800.

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

Gif credits: to the author.

Masterlist.

“Man, she's been crying since I came two hours ago”. Angel whispers to the guys, looking at you terribly worried.

“Do you think Prez and she argued?” Gilly asks then, trying to find an explanation.

“I don' know, carnal… But she's cooking a lot of pancakes”.

“Did you call Bish?” Creeper says sticking out his head by the door frame, to focus on the freshly made pancake tower.

“We should”. EZ sentences taking off his phone from a pocket.

Cleaning the tears with the back of your hand, you turn the sweet over the pan to the other side, smashing it a little with the spoonbill. For some reason, you are under a constant pressure since the pregnancy test showed you the positive, that confirms your state. You don't know how you are going to handle this situation. Of course you're happy to have a real baby, with the love of your life. But you already have a lot of responsibilities, and this one in concrete it's going to take up most of your time.

Once breakfast is ready, you take five plates to serve the pancakes and put them on the table where your guys are looking at you in silence with partes lips.

“Mama, you okay?” Angel mutters holding your hand. You just nod.

“You sure?” Coco asks, heavily gulping. You just nod again.

It's the first time they see you crying and you can understand that they're worried. But you always find the way to attend everything and everyone around you. Coming back to the kitchen of the clubhouse, you're about to pour some coffee into a mug, stopping the gesture to check in Google if you're allowed to drink it. No. You can't. So you finally drink some orange juice. Too focused on your own thoughts, you don't notice that the rest of the crew is already back, looking at you confused and making questions that no one can answer.

“Mi amor…” Bishop's voice brings you to reality, with a hand caressing your cheek and cleaning your tears. “What happens? Are you hurt? Someone told you shit?”

“If someone told you shit, amma break his fucking legs”. Angel says, making your husband turn around frowning for a second.

“No, no… I'm okay”. With a fleeting smile, you shake your head, about to cry louder.

“Then, what is it?” He asks cupping your face into his huge hands, leaving away the empty glass of juice.

“I am… I am pregnant, Bish”. Your lips are trembling badly when you pronounce these words, that make his heart jump. Gasping nonsense words.

But when someone is going to say something, you speak again interrupting them.

“How am I going to take care of another baby?” Maybe this is a thing provoked by your hormones going crazy because of your pregnancy, you don't know. But this uncertainty is real.

“The fuck are you talking about, querida?” Bishop doesn't know if he should cry or laugh, because he isn't getting what's the point of your doubt. “Another baby? You don't have… other babies”.

He has known you since ever. It's impossible that you have had children without him knowing it. Turning to the crew looking for any explanation, they just shrug their shoulders confused as he is.

“Who is go—gonna take care of these… five babies, if I don't?” You ask then, pointing at the group of the youngers sitting at the round table.

Creeper spit his coffee on Gilly, coughing and almost drowning, seconds before that all the Mayans break into loud laughs flooding the whole clubhouse. Even Bishop is chuckling, shaking his head, understanding what you were talking about; melting his heart when you prove him, one more day, how much you care about the guys.

“I think it's time that… these grown men take care of you, don't you think, preciosa?”

Your husband is calmed now, wrapping your body with his arms to hug you strongly, mentalizing that he's going to be a father. Starting to kiss your face all around, you hug him back resting your cheek on his chest.

“I have never been more happy, mi amor”. He whispers with a hug smile drawn on his lips.

“Hey, boy scout. Find out things about pregnancy. Mama needs us”. Coco says palming his chest, making you laugh from the kitchen, before stepping out.

“I will be in charge of cooking for you, mama”. Gilly says.

“I will be your bodyguard”. Angel adds, so proud, putting on well his leather kutte.

“I will be your chofer, mami”. Creeper speaks then, intertwining his hands over his abdomen.

“I will write stories fo' da' baby”. Coco giggles.

“Yeah, and we will protect you from them”. Taza laughs louder, pointing at the guys before taking you from your husband's arms. “We love you so much, to let you die”.

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Alone and Afraid

💕A/N: MY VERY FIRST ONE SHOT ON TUMBLR AND TO SAY I’M EXCITED IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. So, this is going to a be a Happy Lowman one shot and I got the idea when I was listening to music. It’s where the reader is Jax’s sister and Gemma’s daughter. But she also is Happy’s Old Lady. The reader finds out she is pregnant and skips town. Thanks for reading! 💓 Y/N POV “Congratulations Ms. Teller your pregnant!” kept playing in my head over and over again. I couldn’t move myself from the spot on the end of Happy and I’s shared bed. I stared at the wall in silence. I don’t want kids. I never have. Not because of Happy. There’s no doubt in my mind Happy would be an excellent father. It’s the life. It will always be the life. There is no way I could bring a child into this world and put it into that kind of danger. There is also no way I could get an abortion, that’s just not who I am. So, this leaves me with one option. I stand up and grab my cell phone off the nightstand and called Tara Knowles. The only one who could possibly know what I’m going through. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” She asked. “Are you alone?” I asked nervously. “Yeah. I’m in my office. What’s wrong?” She asked worried and the I just started to sob. “Hey, hey, calm down I’m on my way over.” Tara said and hung up. About ten minutes later Tara was walking into my house. “Hey? What’s going on?” She asked worried. “I’m pregnant.. Tara I can’t do this. I can’t.” I cried. She hugged me and rubbed my back. “It’s gonna be okay… Do you wanna keep it?” She asked. “I have to. But I can’t stay here. Tara, I can’t. It’s too dangerous for them.” I sniffled and she gave me an understanding look. “What do you want me to do?” She asked. “I need you to help me get the hell out of here.” I whispered. A FEW HOURS LATER “Jax, Happy, and the rest of the sons are still gonna be out on a run until Wednesday and Gemma is going to be busy until 7 so that should give you plenty of time to get out of town.” Tara said helping me pack my bags very quickly . “I also got you so extra cash. Just in case.” She said zipping up my bags. “Thank you for all this, Tara. It means a lot to me.” I said. “It’s not a problem. I understand that this is the choice you need to make. Just call me if you ever need me.” She said and I nodded. CAR-A FEW HOURS LATER Around 7:30 my phone, that was sitting in the passenger seat, starting ringing off the hook. Tired of hearing the damn thing ring I answered it. “Hello?” I asked. “Y/N? Where the hell are you? I walk into your house and it’s a complete mess and all your stuff is gone and then you decide you don’t wanna answer your phone.” My mom’s voice rang through the phone. “Mom calm down.” I said. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down Y/F/N Y/M/N Teller! You tell me what the hell is going on!” She yelled. “I’m leaving Charming.” I said simply. “When are you coming back?” She asked and I stayed silent. As if she already knew the answer she spoke up. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t have a reason that will make you feel better.” I said. “Oh so that’s what this is? You’re bored. You’re bored with Happy. You’re bored with us-” “That is not it! You have to understand I am doing what’s best for everyone,” I interrupted. “You mean the best for you?” Mom asked. “I love you mom. Don’t look for me.” I said and threw my phone out the window. I blinked the tears out of my eyes and just kept on driving. 3RD PERSON POV- 3 MONTHS LATER- CLUBHOUSE Tension was thick in the clubhouse. Gemma and Jax were always pissy. And Happy hasn’t spoken more than two words since she left and they were “find her”. Happy blamed himself more than anything. Did she not love him anymore? Did he not show her enough affection? Did he not tell her he loved her enough? She was a goddess to him and he worshipped the ground she walked on. He wished he would have told her that. Currently, Chibs, Tig, and Happy were sitting at the bar drinking in silence while Juice tapped away one his computer. Suddenly Juice shot up from his bar stool catching everyone’s attention. “What is it Juicy boy?” Chibs asked. “I found her.” Juice said and Happy automatically stood. “Where?” He growled. “A hotel in Bakersfield.” Juice said and Happy started to leave. “Hap. We should wait for Jax and Clay.” Tig said following his brother along with Chibs and Juice. “I ain’t waiting for shit.” Happy snapped. MOTEL-BAKERSFIELD-Y/N PERSON POV I laid a hand protectively on my slightly protruding stomach as I read. I am 4 months pregnant. I just found out the gender. It’s a baby girl. I haven’t really gotten around to names. I got a job as a English teacher a at nearby school. I have also gotten a few things for the baby but not much. I adjusted the pillow behind my back uncomfortably while I read. Doing this alone has been harder than I thought. I have called Tara a few times. But I really have wanted to talk to my mom, Happy, and Jax so bad it isn’t funny. A part of me wants them to show up and force me to come home. The other part…not so much. I got up and was over to the mini fridge to get a water bottle when the door flew open making me drop the water bottle in surprise. I saw the very last person I expected to see. “Happy? What are you doing here?” I said taking a step back. He left the door open showing Chibs, Tig, and Juice. “What are you doing here?” He growled walking towards me. Rage was just radiating off of him. If I didn’t know he better I would be afraid of what he would do. He would never hurt me. I opened my mouth but no words were coming out, there was nothing I could say to make this okay. He kept walking towards me until I was pressed up against the wall. His eyes never left mine, never once looked down. He was too enraged to notice my bulging stomach. “Huh? Aren’t you gonna say something?” He growled pressed against me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp kick in my stomach making me gasp. He must have felt it too because he took a quick step back. He looked down at my stomach and his eyes widened, gears starting to turn in his head. She knows her dad. “She never did that before.” I whispered tears slipping from my eyes. “She? She’s mine?” He asked extremely calm. “Of course she is.” I snapped. The boys look at me sympathetically. He hesitantly placed his hand against my stomach and she kicked me again. He smiled slightly before all emotion drained and now I know shit was about to go down. “You were gonna take my daughter from me?” He growled eyes growing dark as he removed his hand. “No. Hap. It wasn’t like that.” I said. He threw the coffee table across the room and I squeaked and covered my mouth. He began to completely destroy the room. “What was it like?!” He yelled. “I was afraid!” I cried. He stopped moving and stared at me breathing heavily. “Of me?” He rasped. “No, Happy, of course not. It’s the life!” I yelled. I looked behind Happy and saw my mother, Tara, and Jax. “And you think they we wouldn’t protect your child like we protect Abel and Thomas?” Mom asked who emotions were mixed between hurt and angry. I looked at Jax who was waiting for an answer. “It’s not that.” I said defeated. “Talk to us.” Jax practically begged tears in his own eyes. Jax was my best friend and it hurt me to see him like this. “We’re Tellers…We die in a storm of blood and bullets… and that…that isn’t okay with me.” I said. “Let’s give Hap and Y/N the room.” Clay said and people started to clear the room except for mom who kept staring at me. “Gemma.” Clay said sternly and she hesitantly left the room shutting the door behind her. I felt myself cracking under Happy’s intense stare. “Say something.” I begged. “You’re should’ve told me and none of this shit would have happened.” He said and I scoffed. I started to talk but I was quickly interrupted. “I would have comforted you and told you that I would have to be dead before someone laid a finger on your or the kid. I would told you it was okay to be scared because that’s what good mom’s do. They worry. Now start packing your shit, we’re going home.” He said leaving me surprised. HOME The ride back home with Gemma and Tara was a little awkward. Mom said she understood why I did it but if I ever pull that shit again she would hunt me down and kick my ass. Right now I am laying in bed. Happy’s bed. I can’t lie, I missed it. When Happy finally emerged from the bathroom after his shower I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. “I know you’re awake, little girl.” He rasped laying down facing me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Damn he was hot. Damn my pregnancy hormones. “Never leave again.” He demanded with a hard look on his face. “Never.” I whispered shaking my head. He gently laid his hand on my cheek and ran his fingers down my neck. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I thought you would be a bad dad. I knew you would be a great dad-” “Stop talking.” He grunted pulling me to his lips roughly. As we deepened the kiss he rolled on top of me. He pulled away to start kissing my neck and running his hand down to his crow under my breasts which he tattooed on me. “Is it safe for the baby?” He rasped against my neck making my heart flutter. “How do you think I payed my rent?” I asked and he pulled away to glare at me. “What?” He growled. “I was joking.” I smiled and he still didn’t find it the least bit funny. “Marry me.” He said suddenly. “Excuse me?” I asked shocked. “I love you. I want to be a family.” He said. “I love you too. I want that.” I smiled running my fingers along one of his tattoos. He ran his nails along my tattoo and went back to my neck. “Mine.” He growled. “Yours.” I moaned and he smirked against my neck. He is right though. I’m never leaving again. FIVE AND A HALF MONTHS LATER- CLUBHOUSE "Do you like this? This is kinda cute.” Jax said pointing out another horrible name. "Really Jackson? This baby isn’t gonna have a whore name.” Mom snapped. “I surrender.” He said raising his hands. “Good idea.” I said chuckling. Things were better, we were all Happy, especially Happy. But calling Happy overprotective would be an understatement. He didn’t want me lifting anything. Not even a toothpick. “Where are you going?” Happy rasped as I stood up. “To get me some water and pee.” I said laying a hand on my very large stomach. “Let me get it.” He said quickly getting up. There was no arguing with him at this point. Suddenly, Tig walked up to me. “Hey Tiggy? Can you open the door for me so Happy doesn’t have an aneurysm?” I asked. “Of course, sweetheart.” He smiled. As he opened the door water trailed down my pants and onto both of our shoes. “Did you just pee on me?” He asked. “No you idiot! Her water broke!” Gemma slapped him in the back of the head. “Happy!” I screamed in pain. LATER A few hours later we had our beautiful Violet Lowman and it was the best day of my life. Gemma held her after Happy and I did. “We are gonna have to pry the boys away from this one.” Gemma smiled down at the baby. “She’s not gonna date.” Happy growled. “Down boy.” I said tiredly hitting his arm. “I agree with that. We can just kill them.” Jax said simply and Tara and I shared a laugh. “I second that!” Tig said. Happy kissed the top of my hand. And in this moment everything was perfect.

Greg Gerwitz x Reader: His

This is the final chapter of the PTSD!Mouse series. I hope you have enjoyed Mouse’s story. 

Part Ten of PTSD!Mouse Series - Can be read as a stand alone or part of the series.    

Part One: Night Terrors

Part Two: Making Plans

Part Three: Reflection

Part Four: Coming Clean

Part Five: No Pressure

Part Six: Self Care

Part Seven: Lucky

Part Eight: Home

Part Nine: Baby…

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Unexpected - Stucky x Reader

Pairing Grouping: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Steamy fluff with a dash cupful of foul mouthed Reader and super soldier. Also liberal use of sugar and baby but no sugar babies.

A/N: short fluff is no 3300+ of very steamy fluff. I’m gonna go with 16+ on this one folks. Oh, and STUCKY!!!

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They didn’t think anything of it at first. It was just little things after all. Things that hardly warranted their attention. It wasn’t until Tony mentioned it that they began to take notice.

“Hey, Capsicle, you and tin man been sneaking off to the store without telling anyone? You could at least ask if we needed anything? I’ve been out of blueberries for days,” Tony said one night as the team sat to watch a movie.

“What are you talking about, Stark?” Steve asked with a furrowed brow.

Tony gestured at the bag of gummy worms that you and Bucky were currently sharing. “Just that you two seem to be the only ones around here that never run out of your favorite goodies. You could have stocked up for everyone. That’s all I’m saying.” He shrugged his shoulders and waved a hand through the air as if it wasn’t important, though clearly it was if he’d brought it up.  

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, you’re a billionaire. Pay someone to do your shopping and have it delivered, you big baby.”

The super soldiers on either side of you laughed and you settled more firmly into your seat between them. Tony started to say something else but Natasha smacked his arm. “Shut up. Movie’s starting.”

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Happy faces and Boy shorts

Prompt: Its all fun and games until someone accidentally burns the clubhouse down. Or in which the gang always knew Happy was serious in claiming you as his girl, but they didn’t realize just how serious he was.

Paring: Happy Lowman x Reader

Fandom: Sons of anarchy

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Language, Sexual situations, fire

A/N: I adore the characters from this show so i figured it was high time i wrote something! I know the fandom is smaller but i highly suggest checking out the show if you haven’t had the chance yet. Enjoy feed back is appreciated!

Standing in the parking lot of Teller-Morrow clad in only your underwear and a slightly over sized tee shirt at 6 am was not the ideal way you wanted to start your Sunday. Yet there you stood tired, pissy, and barely clothed.

“This sucks.” Was all you whined. Happy simply grunted in agreement.

The shrill sound of the fire alarm had stirred the clubhouse awake a while ago, a slight panic filled everyone as they jumped up more focused on quickly hiding any illegal paraphernalia rather than getting dressed.

“We good?” You mumbled to Happy as you watched the fire department enter the lot to tackle the growing fire. You could only imagine what he might have had laying around his room just ready to get him in trouble.

“Mhmm, don’t you worry girl.” Was all he rumble pulling you closer as the firefighters began to unload from the truck.

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Something New | Coco Cruz

PAIRING: Coco Cruz x Female!Reader

REQUEST:  Hello! Here to put in a request for Coco ☺️! So Coco’s girl recently got her nipples pierced but she waited a little bit until she showed Coco. I would think she would show him after he got back from a long run. The reader would be waiting for him to get back to the clubhouse and she would wearing a very tight top so he could clearly see the outline of the piercing 😂 it can be a fluffy imagine with some smut but which ever one works for you.

WARNING(S): NSFW Situations - Not Full Blown Smut, Language

It had been a particularly long run. Almost two weeks and counting.

You had an impulse. Something you had debated for the past few months. And now with your old man gone, you figured why not. 

Never would you have imagined walking out of a tattoo parlour with freshly pierced nipples, but did you enjoy the feeling. And it made it even more worth it that Coco would as well.

Within a week, Chucky had called. Letting you know that the boys would returning home.

You waited in the clubhouse, nursing a beer that Chucky had passed you half an hour ago. You made sure to wear the tightest shirt you had in your closet. Wearing one of your lesser padded bras to compliment.

The low rumble of bikes pulling into the lot had you jumping in your seat. Ecstatic to see your man after this run. The group entered, singing their greetings and laughing as they wrapped themselves up with their old ladies. 

Coco found you immediately, smirking as he made his way over to you. Pulling the cigarette from his lips to kiss you longingly. He places his cigarette on the bar to grasp at your sides. Running his calloused hands up and down your waist. 

He pulled back, smiling as he looked you over. His smile falling when his eyes stopped at your breasts. Straining against the tight fabric of your shirt was the small outline of the piercings you got a week back.

His eyes flicked up to yours, raising a brow as he silently questioned you. It was now your turn to smirk at him. Watching as his brown eyes darkened with lust. 

He ran a hand over his face, glancing around the main room before grabbing your hand pulling you to his dorm.

Once the door was closed, you found yourself pressed against it. Coco’s mouth on yours as his hands moved to lift your shirt above your head. Flinging the garment to the far corner of his room. Unclasping your bra and doing the same.

Now he had a good look at what was hidden under. Two silver studs standing out from the contrast of your rosey nipples. 

“Do you like them?” You spoke gently, enjoying his reaction.

Instead of answering you, he shot forward. Pulling a stud between his lips. Giving it a light tug with his teeth..

With the piercing still sensitive, you moaned out. Tangling your hands in his hair.  All while he pushed your shorts and panties to the floor.

“Oh I love them, princesa,” he moaned against your skin, “bout to make them enjoyable for everyone.” 

He chuckled, grasping at your thighs and lifting you up. Turning and dropping you on his bed. Pulling his scarf from his neck, he looped it around your hands. Securing them to the bedpost before undressing himself.

“Best fucking decision, mi reina.”

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Call Your Husband by His First Name TikTok Challege - Angel Reyes

It was quarantine and to say you didn’t spend the time at home watching TikTok was a lie as you and Letty would always send each other TikToks and see if they can do challenges to Coco or Angel. After however many days the quarantine has started, Letty sent you a TikTok of a couple as the wife called her husband by his first name and he looked at her as if he was hurt at the mention of his first name.

You texted Letty that it was a good idea and went to the living room and held up your phone, aiming it at the kitchen where Angel was. Quickly setting the video to sixty seconds, you pressed record.

“Angel! Can you get me a popsicle from the freezer?” You asked as his head popped out with a weird expression.

“Excuse me. That is not my name because I know I’m not in trouble,” Angel scowled, “try again,”

“What do you mean that’s not your name? That’s your first name,” you chuckled.

“No, no, no,” Angel shook his head, “to you, I am either daddy, papi, baby love, my love, love, or baby,” he went back into the kitchen.

“So, are you getting me that popsicle, Angel?” You asked.

“Sorry, I don’t do things for my ex girlfriend,” Angel’s voice was heard from the kitchen, after that response you busted out laughing as you posted the video and sent it to Leticia.

“Ok, baby love. I’m sorry! Can you please get me a popsicle?” you stood up and leaned against the frame of the entryway of the kitchen.

Angel smirked as he turned to face you, “I can give you a different kind of popsicle,”

You groaned, “you always gotta make it dirty, don’t you?”

“I been this way since we first met, I don’t know what made you think I changed,” Angel shrugged as you laughed and gave him a kiss.

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 This is for @faegal04 The One Who Hates Thanksgiving Challenge 

My prompts is :   “All right. Rock, paper, scissors for who has to tell the whore to leave.”

Summary:  You return to the clubhouse after being on the run for the past year.  Are you ready to return to your old life? 

Warnings:  Smut, dom/sub undertones, talks of ownership, mention of self-harm.  

Characters: Chibs x Reader (This is my first Sons of Anarchy story!) 

Tags: @captainemwinchester @kawaiirepublic @buckyscrystalqueen @blondesouthsquad @purplemuse89 @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @taintedgenre @roschelesworld @kellyn1604 @negan–is–god @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @mac5323 @marauderice @thecynicalnerd

 The handle was right there. You reached for it, only to pull your hand back, cradling it as if you almost placed your palm into a pit of snakes.  You bit your lip. That was exactly what you were doing, diving right back into a pit of vipers.  

                You turned around and almost broke into a sprint, you envisioned running so fast and hard that your heart would explode. But if you did that the running would never stop.  And you were tired.  Running was no longer an option.  It was time to go home, if he would take you.

               The door creaked open and you stepped inside, your nose smacked with the scent of stale beer and cigarette butts.  Empty bottle littered the clubhouse bar, but it looked like someone already started picking up, you expect it to be dirtier considering the night before was Black Wednesday.

               Your eyes went to the mugshot wall, unsurprisingly a few additional photos had been added.  The sneakers you wore didn’t make much noise as you walked over, interested to see who was arrested this year.   There he was, the picture newer proving he had a run-in with the law again.  Your heart started throbbing at the sight of him.  

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This is Oakley he is a very handsome boy

Is it bad that every time I think about god, all I can see in my head is chuck shurley?

My heart ❤️ it hurts 😭

But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

Happy international Women’s day.

Just a little something I made.

Just peed myself a little 😂

i’m dying that robert downey jr posted this on his official facebook 😂😂😂 

credit: hisduckling on youtube

Just made my first tumblr:)