Just A Little Something I Made.

Just a little something I made.

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.

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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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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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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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!) 

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               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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