Sons of Anarchy One Shots (REQUEST OPEN)

Happy(3)--Killer Gone Soft

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I've been hanging around the Sons of Anarchy for awhile now. About three years to be exact. I've helped some in the office of TM and serve some drinks at their bar whenever there's a party. I've actually grown to be part of their family. Something I was shocked at, at first. I've seen the girls they have around here. The whores and sweet butts, even the porn sluts. They're all considerably smaller than I am. See I'm kinda on the thicker side of things. I'm mainly comfortable with myself. Confident as I can be around these girls. They've all said their comments about my size and shape, and in return I just keep my mouth closed and try to focus on whatever task it is I'm doing. Gemma has tried to tell me to put them in their place. Saying that I'm part of the family and get more respect than those whores. I always wave her off saying I'm not really that girl. I portray confidence in my size but there's still apart of me who....dislikes it. I don't want to say hate but it's about accurate. We all have something about us we don't like right?

I'm more self-conscious when it comes to a certain Son. One who's tattooed, bald, and a hitman for the club. Happy Lowman. 

I know what you're thinking. 'He's a killer! A psycho! Most importantly a man whore.'  But I've looked past all that. That's just who he is. And while he may be those things he's also kind, compassionate (in some ways), loyal, protective, strong, and so much more. Let's not forget how sexy he is. I mean, have you seen him? 

Over the years we've had some conversations. Ones I know he wouldn't have with his brothers. But every time after we talked he'd end up going to bed with some whore. That shit stings. I found myself falling for him more and more with every conversation, every little look, even his simple nods. I was jealous of those other girls. Getting to be with him all the time. Feel his hands on their skin, his body against theirs. That's something I wanted. But I wouldn't say anything. I was no match for them. Sure I had some experience in the bed room. But come on, competing with a freakin' porn star? Who would do that? Maybe another porn star but not this girl. 

So I stuck with watching him from afar. Reliving our little conversations we had when no one was around to listen. Reliving how he'd kiss my head, or touch my hand. Little things that he probably wouldn't think twice about. But those were the biggest things in my mind. 

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"Hey doll. You coming to the party tonight?" Tig slung his arm over my shoulder as I walked towards the clubhouse from my car. 

I shrugged my shoulders in response as we neared the clubhouse door, "Yeah. Just serve drinks probably. Like normal." 

Tig held the door open for me so I could walk in first, heading straight to the bar to get it sorted out. He jumped up on a stool and I handed him a beer before he could ask. 

"You know you're allowed to have fun too. Get one of the prospects to tend bar. That's what they're here for anyway." I half smiled and shook my head at him as I rearranged some glasses.