Juice:

He is the one who needs comfort after a long run or when his head is messing with him again. You don’t mind at all. He comes home and walks straight up to you pulling you close to him. You wrap your arms around him and let him hold you as long as he needs. You think it reassures him you’re still there. When he lets you go, you softly grab his hand and pull him towards the sofa, laying down motioning him to lay on top of you. He gets rid of his kutte and boots and gets on the sofa laying half on top of you, careful not to crush you. One hand goes straight to his head raking your nails over his mohawk, the other on his back moving up and down in a soothing manner. Juice just holds you. After some time he starts talking and tells you what’s going on right now. “You don’t know how much I love you, babe.” is the last thing he says before kissing you deeply showing you what he told you. 

Chibs: 

He is an old fashioned man and he’s not afraid to show you his love in public. When you first saw him you would’ve never thought he’d be so gentle with you. It was a simple friday night, no party, just the members and their Old ladies or girlfriends. Chibs was sitting on the couch with Opie, Tig and Jax on chairs in front of him. You had a long day at work and just wanted the comfort of your Old man's arms. As you entered the clubhouse you instantly locked eyes with Chibs. You made your way over to the couch and took a seat in between Chibs and Tig, throwing your legs over Chibs and resting your forehead against his shoulder. He pulled you as close as possible kissing your forehead. “You wanna talk about it, lass?” “No, just hold me.” and he did hold you the rest of the night. 

Tig: 

Crazy, weird, always horny, strange men, this is how you can describe the best. His hands are all over you, all the time and not in a very appropriate kind of way. When you walk past him, he’ll slap your butt, when you bend over to pick something up, he’ll let out some whistles, when you sit at the bar, he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and place kisses on your neck and cheek. No hiding at all. He even does not hide the dirty talk. At first you were embarrassed he would say those things out loud for everyone to hear, but you got used to it. From time to time you would say all the dirty things you’d do to him when his brothers are around and then leave him alone. It never takes long for Tig to come after you. 

Happy: 

Never in a million years you thought Happy would show any sort of affection or yet would cuddle you in public. When you first started dating he was hesitant about showing his love and adoration towards you when his brothers were around. It all changed after you got kidnapped and held hostage for a day. The thought of losing you changed his thinking of looking whipped. At partys you’d be in his lap, his arms around your waist. He’d place kisses on your neck and cheek or whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Out in public he holds your hand or has an arm wrapped around your waist. His kisses were the best. Soft, slow and passionate with a slight hint of dominance, but it showed you how much he loves you. 

Kozik:

You kept your relationship as private as possible. His brothers knew you and about your relationship. You were friends with most of Kozik's brothers. When the guys have to leave for a longer run you say goodbye at the clubhouse, a short kiss on the lips and one of those hugs where you don’t want to let go. When he comes home to you, he pulls you close, hands on your waist slightly squeezing and giving you the most breathtaking kiss he ever gave you. Your hands are around his neck playing with his hair or scratching his neck slightly. Still kissing he lifts you up and lays down on the couch with you on top of him. The rest of the day you stay inside watching TV and eating take out while holding each other close and enjoying each other's company. 

Opie:

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked curios making his way towards you. 

“I saw the light and thought maybe someone might be still here.” you barely could stand on your feet anymore that’s how tired you were.

“It’s way after midnight, sweetheart. Care to tell what this really is about, because you look like a zombie on holidays.” You and Bishop had a special friendship. You had a crush on him since you started working at the bar on the weekends. He was always honest with you, not holding back when it comes to the truth and he is always a big flirt with you. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” you shrugged your shoulders. “The nightmares are keeping me awake. Everytime I close my eyes, I see them and I can’t get out of it. It’s haunting me ever since and I don’t know what to do anymore.” you were full on crying now. Bishop came closer and pulled you into his arms. Your legs are too tired to hold you up anymore. Bishop was quick to recognize and lifted you up bridal style just to lay you down on the couch. He sat down on the couch and you had your head resting in his lap. His finger raking through your hair calming you. After a while you calmed down and started telling him everything.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I thought we were being honest with each other? It was eating me alive while they had you and don’t you dare to think I’m just saying this.” Bishop spoke softly barley above a whisper. 

“I thought I could deal with it alone and I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

“Never forget what I’m gonna tell you right now….you are not alone, we’re all here for you. And you’re definitely not bothering me with those things.” 

“okay.” you’ve gotten more and more sleepy while laying with Bishop playing with your hair and talking to you. 

“Querida?” no reaction from you. Bishop leans slightly forward to have a look at your face to see your eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. “I love you, querida, but for now sleep tight.” he whispered and placed a kiss on your head. 

The next morning you woke up in the same position you fell asleep last night with your head in Bishops lap. He was sitting on the sofa with his head leaned back sleeping. You sit up and looked at him with a small smile on your lips. 

“Hey” he just looked at you chin raised. “Oh no, don’t look at me like that. I never said anything when you left for a run or came home bloody and beaten, so don’t be mad now when I’m helping your club. It’s kind of my family now too. And by the way, you’ll be near me the whole time.”

“Just be careful, little girl.” he said and showed you a tiny smile. Secretly he loved it when you looked right through him, it made it so much easier for him when you did all the talking. 

“Always.” you pecked his lips. “Now come on, the others are waiting.” 

You went outside, got some last instructions and drove off with your own car, not risking to be seen with the Sons. When you arrived at the bar's parking lot, you sent Jax a short text to let him know you there, and made your way inside. 

It didn’t take long to get the attention of the man the club was having trouble with. He talked and talked and talked. Drink after drink was served and you were getting annoyed. So why not speed things a little bit up. You started with stroking up and down his arm while leaning slightly forward so he could’ve had a better look at your cleavage. He was putty in your hands. 

“Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” you whispered seductively in his ear. You took his hand and walked through the back door of the club. It was a small side street. The man didn’t wait long to have his hands all over you. He tried to kiss you and it was getting more and more difficult to handle him friendly. Actually the boys should show up now, but nope, something must’ve happened. 

You finally lost it when he grabed your breast and started pulling at your jacket. With all strength you shoved him off you and punched him straight on the nose. Unluckily that sobered him up. He came at you like a maniac. He threw a punch at you, getting your lip busted but you were quick to react. Another punch on his jaw and one in his abdomen, a kick in his balls. He sunk down on his knees. It was your chance to knock him out. Swiftly you grabbed his head and pulled it against your knee, knocking him out. 

As you knocked him out the boys came running around the corner, guns drawn. 

“Nice of you to show up to the party. You missed a lot of fun.” you said sarcastically  motioning at the man on the ground walking past them to get to your car. 

Back at the clubhouse

You were sitting at the bar, ice pack resting against your busted lip, a bruise already visible. The boys were back, one after one were strolling in, except Happy. Jax came up next to, looking at you.

“I’m sorry.” you looked at him. “but you sure have some moves on you, darling.” you chuckled, shaking your head. 

“Just be there the next time.”

“The next time?” Jax questioned.

“Yeah, and if you’ll excuse me. I have an angry boyfriend to take care of.” you slide down the stool and made your way to the door.

“Boyfriend, wait, are you and Happy?”

“You don’t know everything about me, Jax.” you left the clubhouse and spotted Happy sitting sideways on his bike. 

“Hey” you said softly. 

“Oh no, don’t hey me now. Did you ever want to tell me? Where did you learn that shit?” he was angry. You moved closer, standing between his legs, hands resting on his shoulders.

“I have a past like you have one. Be glad I know that shit. I couldn’t wait an eternity for you clowns.” he scoffed. “Where were you by the way?” 

“We were waiting on the other side of the bar.” he paused for a moment to look at your busted lip. A laugh escaped your lips. Silence fell over you again, just looking at each other. Happy pulled you as close as possible, leaning up to carefully kiss the unharmed side of your lips. 

“Take me home, Hap. I’m tired.”

“Wait” he stopped before he was out of the door. “Will I ever see you again?” It was bold of you to ask, but you wanted to know more about him. 

“You’ll have to find out.” A smirk was playing on his lips and then left. 

The next day

It was your day off and you and your girls had planned a night full of fun. It all started with a homemade cooked dinner, followed by the first round of shots and the getting ready. After you finished your hair and makeup you got dressed in some sexy outfits and had the second round of shots to get some confidence in you. A taxi drove you to the bar your friend suggested. She was invited by the Prince of Charming. That’s how she called him. 

“If you would’ve told me that this is the club we’re going to, I would’ve worn jeans and not some tiny dress paired with heels. I thought we would go dancing!” you were slightly annoyed. 

“Suck it up girl. Maybe you’ll find your mystery men. Look, they wear all those leather vests.” she told you and you looked around. She’s right. Now you were wondering if you would see him again. 

You were last in entering the bar. It was dark, smoke everywhere and it smelled like weed, booze and sex. You thought you wore a dress that left little to the imagination, but those girls….

Your best friend ordered some shots and some drinks, which you all drowned quickly. After that the dancefloor was yours. For the next two hours this became your routine. Drinks, shots and dancing. It was getting hot and you needed some fresh air. It was already past midnight, but thanks to the californien summer, it was still warm outside. 

You sat down at the table to give your feet some rest and have some time to take a breath. A man approached you and came to a halt too close for your linking. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” he lifted his hand to touch your cheek but you slapped it away. This guy was disgusting. “Oh playing hard to get? I can sweet talk you if it’s what you want?”

“I want you to leave me alone.” You said in a not so friendly tone and tried to get up to go back inside. He grabbed your arm, hard enough to leave a mark, when all of a sudden the creepy guy was yanked away from you. With a punch straight to his face he stumbled back inside the bar and left. 

Your hero turned around and to your surprise it is your mystery man from the diner yesterday. 

“You okay?” he asked you. 

“Yeah, thank you…” you looked at him with a questioning look. 

“Happy.”

“Happy? You don’t look like a Happy. My name's Y/N.” a slight chuckle escaped you. 

“No problem. If anybody tries to harass you again come to me and I’ll take care of him.” he bluntly told you. 

“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure I can protect myself.” you told him, a bit annoyed of his behaviour.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be alone outside. There are some bad men walking around.” he was walking away from you. 

“Excuse you?! Is that some Rambo bullshit? You only met me yesterday. You can’t just come to me and play my hero and pretend I’ll call you everytime I’m in trouble.” you said a bit aggressively. He turned around and stood directly in front of you. 

“Yes, and I would die for you. Next question?” You couldn’t believe him. He was annoying you and at the same time you wanted to know more about him and damn, he was turning you on. 

“Will you take me on a date some time?” The question even surprised you. Blame it on the shots. 

“Thought you would never ask.” he stated. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“What if I have to work?” you asked. It was the weekend and it rarely occurs that you were working on the weekends. 

“You don’t. I checked it out over the last weeks.” he turned around again and made his way inside. You were swift to follow. 

“Oh, so you’re not only a part time Rambo but Sherlock Holmes too. What comes next? Hannibal every second Thursday?” you asked him laughing. 

You caught Happy staring at you multiple times this afternoon but didn’t say anything. Later when you were preparing dinner after your sister picked up her daughter he was staring at you again. 

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” you said not looking up at him as you were cutting some veggies. 

“Huh?” 

“Take a  picture, Hap. You’ve been staring at me the whole day. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” you put the knife down and made your way over to where he was sitting. Happy pulled you closer so you were straddling his lap now, hands on his neck, caressing him there, while his arms are encircling your waist. 

“I want one.” He is a man of few words, but now you needed more.

“Huh?” you mimicked him from earlier. 

“A kid.” he said.

“Okay.” was all you said. You always imagined a family with him, but you also were okay with the way it was, just the two of you. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah, I always imagined having a family with you. I just…” Happy stood up with you in his arms and making his way to the bedroom. “Babe, what are you doing.”

“I want a kid, so we’re gonna make one. I love you little girl, now more than ever.” He kissed you deeply, like the first kiss he gave you after asking you to be his wife.

“I love you too.” you pecked his lips again and then whispered against his lips.”now let’s make a baby.”

You parked your car in the usual spot and made your way inside the clubhouse. No one was there although their bikes were outside. They must be sitting in church, so you waited at the bar, where Happy could see you when he would leave church. 

Showtime. The men left church and Happy froze in his place as he saw you. He wanted to turn around but you were faster. 

“Happy Lowman, don’t you dare to run away.” You followed him back in church and closed the door behind you for some privacy. The other men were snickering when you crossed them. So they knew what was going on. Of course they knew. 

“What did you do? And don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” you told him sternly. 

“I did nothing.” he stood there like a little child who got scolded by mom and dad. He didn’t even look at you. 

“Are you cheating at me? Is there another woman? Just tell me and I’m gone by tonight.” you used all your strength not to cry, but he wanted to break things off with you, then now. 

“No! You’re the only one for me. I love you.” Happy never said those words when he’s not meaning it.

“Then tell me what it is! I’m sick of not knowing what is wrong. And please be honest with me, if you really love me.” you said on the verge of tears. 

“I might’ve ruined your favourite shirt.” He said but not looking you in the eyes. You thought about what shirt you’ve been missing. After a short moment it dawned you. Your white Prada blouse! You only wore it, when you had an important meeting at work. It took you months to afford it. 

“You did what?” 

“I kinda mistook it for a towel the other night….I got blood on it.” you walked over to him and stood in front of him. 

“Happy, look at me.” he looked up and you started smacking him in the chest, on the arm, literally everywhere you could reach. It was not because of the ruined shirt, more because of the fact that he didn’t talk to you and he had caused you so much overthinking.

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” he tried to get a hold of your wrists to make you stop. 

“Jesus Christ Happy! Can you please stop pulling those stunts and just talk to me! I won’t kill you because of a damn blouse. I thought you wanted to leave me!” he pulled you in a hug, the first one for weeks and kissed your head. 

“I’m sorry little girl.” he apologised. 

“For what? The shirt or the fact that you’re a big stubborn asshole.” your voice was muffled. Happy let out a chuckle. 

“Both.”

“Hap, can you please stop looking like you want to kill everyone here?” you said as you sling an arm around his shoulders and placed yourself in his lap. His demeanor slightly changed as he pulled you closer, but still his killer look on his face. 

“Not everyone, just one.” he growled with his deep gruff voice that you love so much. 

“Are you gonna tell me whose body I have to help you with later?” a chuckle escaped your lips. Happy tells you everything that is going on with the club, so you know what he was a hitman in the past. 

“Bishop” 

“What?” you looked at him as he was still staring at el presidente. And then it clicked. Bishop and you were talking earlier about god knows what, laughing and maybe a Iittle bit of flirting on both sides, but totally innocent. It was an easy going conversation but as the overly protective pitbull Happy is, you should’ve that this will happen.

You started laughing. Now it was all making sense. 

“Are you jealous, Happy Lowman?”   he looked at you, lips slightly parted. What he saw on your face, in your eyes, is love. Love for him and only him. He never once saw you looking at other men like that.

“I was.” He tightened his grip on you and pecked your lips one time. “I don’t wanna lose you little girl.”

“Oh, you’re never gonna lose me Happy. I’m in it for the long run.” he showed you his sweet smile that only you got to see.

“Those girls are not you. Why don’t you just give in to me? I’m trying my best to show you, I’m not the man I used to be. Fuck, listen doll, you’re one of a kind. A girl like you deserves the world and not some low ass biker like me, but I want you to choose me, to be mine and I promise you I try my best to give you the fucking world.” Tig rambled down, but you weren’t listening. 

On the other side of the parking lot was a cat doing some weird ass shit and you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. 

“You see that?” you asked Tig. 

“See what?

“The cat over there.” you pointed in the direction. 

“The fuck...did you listen to me at all? he was getting annoyed with you. You looked at him bewildered and slightly shocked. 

“Yeah, to say it my words...you love me and you’re trying to show it to me all the time you were hitting at me and I get it. Trust me. I was waiting here for you, waiting if you go home with some random chick or are you truly into me.” Now it was his turn to look shocked. “Cat got your tongue, Trager?”

“Ehm, what.?” you let out a breathy laugh. “Tig, I. Love. You!” It took him a minute to register what you said, but then he slammed his lips onto yours. You threw your hands around his neck holding him close, he was quick to lift you off the table and make his way inside the clubhouse.