#happy Lowman x angst

[purplerain85]

Broken Promises

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: Happy Gets taken by the Chinese….. and never comes home alive. You in your pain and heart break take it out in the SOA just like you promised if he didn’t come come home. 

Warnings: heart break, angst, fire set to a building/garage, swearing, fighting, arguing

A/N as Cricket @withmyteeth asked me “Why am I this way!” Honestly I don’t know

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You knew what you were getting into when you said yes to being Happy’s Old Lady. But this! This is not what you were expecting, Happy is the one who kills not the one who gets killed. You were shattered beyond repair, you knew you would never ever be whole again. Under the heart break was anger so much anger. 

Jax Promised you he would bring him home alive, he told you he would when you told him he needed to be brought home safely or you promised you would burn their stupid little club to the fucking ground. You terrified Tig (Tig doesn’t get scared often) he told Jax “we need to make sure we bring him home Jax. She is just as scary/crazy as Happy! As much as her crazy turns me on, I can guarantee you she will burn this place to the ground!”

“We will figure out a way to bring him home, the Chinese are not going to hurt him beyond some bruising and cuts. Plus she may be crazy as him but she has a habit of not following through, there is a reason she never does anything without Happy’s say.” Jax says. Oh how wrong he was!!!

When the Chinese drove up and tossed Happy’s body out of the van. Everyone was panicked Jax looked like he was going to drop right there. Chibs walked over and grab Jax by his shirt and said “You had better find some way to break this to Y/N! You promised her he would come home to her alive and you better hope we can keep her calm or we are going to be fucked, you may think she won’t do anything without Happy’s say. But Jax DEAD MEN DON’T TALK! She will be a ticking time bomb and unstable time bomb!”

Jax said he would but he couldn’t admit to everyone that he was scared to tell Y/N that Happy wasn’t coming home. So he made a personal club decision without asking the club. He called Y/N and when she didn’t answer he left her a voicemail “Hey Y/N we got Happy back but not how we wanted…. Umm I am sorry” 

Nero stopped by Happy and Y/N house to see if you needed anything and the door was partially opened, so he walked in and panicked for a quick moment. The house was a complete disaster furniture was over turned and ripped apart, lights were broken, the tv was shattered, it looked like someone broke in the house until he found you in the bedroom on the closet floor you were a complete mess. “What happened to the house Y/N?” Nero asked as he came closer to you. 

Your voice was hoarse “he couldn’t even be a man and tell me to my face! He pulled a cowardly move and left a voicemail and FUCKING VOICEMAIL NERO!” “I cannot even begin to even know where to start.” Nero gives you the saddest look you have ever seen and know there will be more. “Nero I just wanna be alone. I am not going to do anything stupid” 

Nero huffs but does get up and leaves and makes a call to Jax’s and asks where everyone is and he tells him everyone is at his house “ok I am just leaving Y/N house I will be at your place shortly” 

You heard that everyone was at Jax’s house, you got up and went to the back yard to grab all the gas cans and couple packs of dynamite that Happy had left. You were going to show Jax that leaving you a voicemail and underestimate you. You packed up the car and headed to the clubhouse. You see all the crime scene tape you figured no one was there but still did a quick sweep. 

Then you drenched the clubhouse and set up pieces of the dynamite, you said you were going to burn this place to the ground and you were going to make sure there was nothing left. 

Nero walks into Jax’s house and yells out for Jax “JAX!!!! What the fuck were you thinking!!! You left her a fucking voicemail! Telling her husband died you couldn’t be fucking club leader and tell her to her face!” Everyone is in complete shock and looking at Jax. Tig has a look of angry and shock and Chibs looks like he is about to murder Jax. “Be lucky that she says she won’t do anything stupid” Nero continues. 

“She won’t do anything Nero like I said before she doesn’t do anything without Happy’s say….” Jax had started saying 

But Chibs cut him off “You don’t understand Jax’s There is a reason she never did anything without his say! He Kept Her Sane! He Kept Her Grounded! Without him she is unstable and there is no saying…….”  Then there was a massive explosion that was felt all over Charming. Everyone ran out of the house and could see the biggest fire and the blackest smoke they had ever seen. 

They all knew it was the clubhouse. 

When they got to the clubhouse there were cops and firefighters and right in front was Y/N watching it burn. Some of the cops told the club that there was nothing they could do right now Y/N did so much damage that there is nothing they could do. 

Jax walked over yelling at Y/N and shoved her “What the Fuck Did You Do!” “Y/N the fuck were you thinking! I did the best I could!” You slowly turned to Jax and sneering at him and for a rare moment in his life he was scared. 

“The best you could! The best you Could! You Promised me that he would come home Alive! YOU DID WHAT WAS BEST FOR YOU! Not for the Club, Not for Charming, Not For me and especially NOT FOR HAPPY! You did what was best for YOU! You self centred Jack ass!” You and start hitting, slapping, punching Jax who took it for the most part tell your fist connected to his jaw and then he back handed you, “You stupid psycho bitch I said I would bring him home and even though he didn’t come back alive at least he came home!” 

Then you completely blacked Out and kneed him in the crotch and started going for his face then Chibs and Tig came over to separate you two Chibs ended up pinning you to the ground “just breath lass, I know you are hurting.” You fight and fuss against Chibs “Get him the fuck out of her before she kills him.” Chibs yells

“You wanna know the difference between you and I is?! You will never know the pain I feel, but it will be close and as Happy and I call it, it’s an eye for an eye! You better hope there is something left of her in there. You made the biggest mistake of not looking into my past you just took Happy’s word, unlike your brothers they know what I am capable of.” you sneer at Jax  

Jax looks at you and then at his brothers then to you with your sickly smirk on your face and then at the clubhouse before he mumbles “Tara” and drops to his knees 

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[marvelous-slut]

Warmth - Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings : Readers death, mentions of digging up graves and dead bodies. Please read this warning before proceeding!!

I don’t even have words for what I just wrote!! Based on Dig Up Her Bones by the Misfits.

Happy looks to the concrete outside of the club house, he watches it rain. It’s a downpour on the town of Charming tonight, he looks down at the Polaroid in his hands. A photo of the two of you, you’re kissing his cheek and he’s holding up a peace sign. He tries to remember the moment, the way your lips felt against his cheek, the way that after the photo was taken the two of you decided to watch a movie and you’d passed out on his chest. He tries to think of something to bring him an ounce of joy but he can’t. He only thinks of the rain and how you hated it. How you hated being cold. He remembers talking to you the first time you two had met, how you’d moved to California to hopefully avoid some cold winters.

He thinks of your body laying in the ground, how you must be so upset that it’s piss pouring the rain on the night you’d been buried. He can’t take the thoughts anymore and he heads to the graveyard. Any other day, he’d hated to ride in the rain but tonight he couldn’t find it in himself to care. One he arrives at the graveyard, he finds your tombstone. He doesn’t even have to search, it’s almost as if something has lead him to it. The graveyard was big, lots of lonely people buried. Some didn’t even have a name, only marked as Jane or John Doe.

You’d been killed three days prior. The process was fast, he’d gotten a call you’d been killed and he needed to identify your body. The club found out you’d been killed by a member of the Mayans and were trying to keep that away from him until things were done with your burial. Happy met your parents for the first time and they cussed him out, your father having to be taken out by your brothers as he was ready to kill Happy. Blaming your death on him and his ‘gang’. He couldn’t blame your father even if he wanted to, because the truth was it would always feel like his fault that you were gone.

He holds a shovel, looking down at your tombstone. Your name, birthday and deathdate under. The quote ‘too well loved to be forgotten’ at the bottom. He feels his eyes burn. He was still in shock of how it was you who had went first when he’d convinced himself he’d always be gone first. How you’d take care of things if he ever met his demise. He just never imagined it going any other way. The dirt is heavy from the rain, almost like cement but it didn’t stop him. He dug, and he dug until he saw a glisten from your black coffin. Once he gets most of the dirt and mud away, he opens it to find your body that he’d seen earlier today. It still didn’t feel real. Still the reality hadn’t sat in that you were here, not with him at the club house laughing at Tig trying to pick up women. Not waiting at home for him to burst through the door with a busted knuckle and for you to kiss it better. No, you were here.

Buried, in cold mud. Alone. He reaches down, stroking your cold face. You look the same, much more pale. You wore the necklace he’d bought you after three months of dating, a small opal necklace. He’d even gotten the letter ‘H’ carved in the back of it the silver. Happy sits down, crying. Something he hadn’t done in years, he couldn’t even remember the last time tears had fallen from his eyes.

“God damn it.” He mutters out, reality had finally struck him. You weren’t coming back home. You’d lay in this coffin, in the ground. No one to hold you, no one to protect you. You didn’t need protecting anymore and Happy knew that. He couldn’t protect you when you were alive, what was he to do now?

Jax and Chibs watch him from a far as they had been tasked to follow him. To keep a tab on him and make sure he hadn’t gone after the men who did this to you. “Jesus Jackie. Never seen the man like this.” Jax sighs, looking up at the sky. He notices the rain stops as Happy pulls something from his bag. A blanket. He bends down, putting the soft fuzzy fabric below your neck and tucks you in. It was the least he could do, make sure you had a sense of warmth while you were here. Jax and Chibs look to one another, knowing Happys mind would be too far gone from any shit with the club or the Mayans tonight to fight. They walk back down the block where they had left their bikes and leave Happy to bury your body again. This time, leaving with a peace of mind that he tried to give you comfort even in death.

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[imagineredwood]

Request: Can I get an imagine where the readers family disapproves of her relationship with Happy

Pairing: Happy Lowman x female reader

Warnings: Toxic family, dysfunctional family arguably, some angst, crying

Word count: 799

"It doesn't matter, babe." "It does matter!" Happy flinched at the sudden rise in your voice, exasperation dripping from your words. He looked over at you, arms out wide at your sides, fingers trembling from how worked up you were. He could hear the shake in your voice and released the pull tabs on the trash bag he was currently trying to take out. He let it go and faced you with a sigh, your hands slapping against your sides in defeat when you let them drop. Your voice was softer when you spoke again, but more broken. "It does matter, Happy. They're my family. It matters that they can't stand you. It matters that their dislike for you is enough to put me at a distance. It matters that this is now the third baby shower that they've just mysteriously forgotten to invite me to. It matters that my family cares more about not liking you, than loving me. It fucking matters, ok?" Heavy tears were gathered in your lashes by the time you finished speaking, Happy kicking himself for his words earlier. He trekked across the kitchen and stood in front of you, hands coming up to rest on the tops of your arms and rubbing comfortingly. "I'm sorry. I know it matters. I just meant…their stupidity and selfishness don't matter. Their ass-backward way of thinking doesn't matter. But I know it does because it matters to you. I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry." You nodded, his thumb coming up to brush away the few stray tears that had managed to escape. "It's ok. I see what you mean." There was silence then, you sniffling and willing the tears to stop while Happy tried to comfort you, his jaw twitching in fury that your sadness was a result of your own family. It was like a switch clicked then as if someone had turned on a lightbulb. One that made him see clearly and twist his stomach into knots at the same time. He swallowed roughly and stared at a piece of dust on the fan. "Do you wanna split up?" His words caught you off guard and you lifted your head away from his tear-soaked t-shirt to look at him with squinted eyes. "What?" He didn't look at you as he repeated himself. "Do you want us to split up?" You said nothing for long enough that he had no choice but to break and look into your watery confused eyes. "Why would you ask me that?" It was his turn to be exasperated now. "Because your fucking family can't just be happy for you and be happy that you're happy with me. They can't swallow their pride or their dislike for me enough to put you first. They wanna ostracize you and neglect you and bully you because you choose to be with me. They're not gonna let up. They haven't let up for two years. The only way you get your family back is if you leave me. You can't have both. They won't let you have both. So do you want to split up, yes or no?" You sniffled, your heart aching as you looked at him.

"You'd do that? For me? You'd let me go so I could be with them again?" He hesitated, his jaw so tight you worried his molars might crack. "I'd let you go so you could be happy. I wouldn't want to. But for you, I would." He wasn't usually a man of many words when arguing, his words always being concise and to the point. This time was no different, but at the same time, everything had changed. Your shoulders settled some and you reached out, taking his face into your hands. He avoided your gaze, looking past you until you squeezed gently. His mahogany eyes finally settled on yours and you pressed your lips to his for what felt like an eternity. When you finally pulled your lips away, he reached up and held his hands on top of yours, waiting for your answer. "You're the only one then." He squinted, not understanding. "You're the only one that cares if I'm happy. They don't. They know I'm happy with you and they don't care. They only care about what they want. But you want me to be happy." The Son nodded once. "And I'm happy with you. So there's your answer." He stood still, giving you a chance to change your mind. A chance to back out. Tell him you missed getting included and wanted that back. But you didn't. You held your hands to his cheeks, squeezed once, and then let them go, your arms snaking around his waist as you settled your head on the dry side of his chest.

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[cloveroctobers]

FEBRUARY FLUFF — MANNY X READER X HAPPY LOWMAN.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There goes that Christmas gift…

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

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

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

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

“Nu—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was about fifteen minutes away from Charming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manny chews on his bottom lip, “I said—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘For how long?’ You thought to yourself.

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

For however long that’ll be.

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manny shrugs, “I’ll figure it out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s this?”

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

“For…”

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

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

“…am I getting naked by myself or…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you believe him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There’s that honesty you couldn’t hate.

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

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

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

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

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

Happy dips his head in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I still want to use ‘em.”

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

Happy frowns, “That bouncy heart headband?”

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

“Then where is mine?”

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

Happy slaps your thigh, “well?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now?” You pry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only him.

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

February fluff anthology prompts continues here.

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[garbinge]

Chalk Drawings

Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings

Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home. 

Words: 1.9k 

A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.

Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level. 

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It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys. 

The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you. 

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers. 

Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail. 

“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece. 

“C’mon Juice.”  You nodded your head to wave him over. 

“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile. 

You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker. 

“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl. 

“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.” 

“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.” 

He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos. 

“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice. 

“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob. 

“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it. 

You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much. 

“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece. 

Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question. 

“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her. 

“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders. 

“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.

“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it. 

“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared. 

Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.

The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door. 

The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces. 

“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!” 

The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance. 

Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you. 

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew. 

“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep. 

He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear. 

“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down. 

“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.” 

Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle. 

“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded. 

At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head. 

“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension. 

“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow. 

Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation. 

“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence. 

“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling. 

“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake. 

“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father. 

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep. 

“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you. 

“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms. 

“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh. 

“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids. 

“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage. 

“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.” 

“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed. 

“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled. 

“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake. 

“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you. 

Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.” 

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[drabbles-mc]

Tailed

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

For Day 3 of @whumpril's 2023 Challenge: rope burns/knife to throat/"hold still"

Warnings: 18+, angst, injury, murder, language

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: It's been a minute since I've written for Happy, I feel like. I love this dude. I think he deserves a woman who is willing to kill for him idk.

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The bag that had been over his head for a while now didn’t bode well for him. The ropes that were binding and ripping the skin of his wrists and ankles didn’t exactly spell out good news for him either. He wasn’t too worried, though. It was concerning, sure, but it was far from the first time he’d found himself in circumstances like this. Knowing him, it probably wouldn’t be the last either.

He had a gut feeling that whoever it was that had snagged him, and whatever their issues were with him, weren’t exactly related to the club. It was no secret that the MC had its fair share of enemies, and that particular laundry list of people would’ve been a good place to start, but as far as Happy knew he was alone. And none of the people who had captured him had called anyone. If it was something to do with the MC, someone would’ve asked him about it or made some sort of phone call by this point, but there was nothing. He wondered if the club even realized yet that he had been snatched up.

Whoever these people were, they definitely wanted him for personal reasons. Happy didn’t find that to be surprising in the slightest either. With all the people he knew and the things he’d done, he’d built up quite the roster of people who would like to see him dead or dying.

No one had said anything to him since he got thrown into what he was assuming was a van of some kind. He was sitting upright so he knew that they hadn’t tossed him in the trunk of some car, and the fact that there was a cushion underneath him let him know that he wasn’t just getting tossed into the back of some U-Haul. None of those details helped him figure out who had him and why.

Since no one said anything to him, he didn’t say anything to them. He wasn’t like Tig—he wasn’t in the habit of being chatty and making things worse. Sometimes his dedication to silence also made things worse, but it wasn’t quite the same.

Happy had no concept of time as they continued to drive to wherever their mystery destination was. He could hear the murmurs of the people in the car but they weren’t talking loud enough for him to make anything out. He listened for a GPS, or even to try and catch one of them giving directions to the other, but there was nothing. The entire time he was waiting and listening, he was trying to work at the ropes around his wrists. He could feel it ripping at his skin, but he still kept at it. Again, it wasn’t the worst pain he had ever endured. It surely wouldn’t be as bad as whatever was going to ensue once he actually got his hands free.

He just started feeling like he was making a little bit of progress with it when the van made a sharp right turn with no warning at all. Happy grunted as he tipped over in the seat, quickly scrambling to try and get himself upright again. He got an assist that was more hurtful than it was helpful, feeling someone ball their fist into the back of his shirt and push him upright and directly against the side of the van with more roughness than necessary.

“What the fuck was that?!” the man next to him yelled to the driver. It was the most Happy had heard out of anyone aside from their grunts and curses since they captured him.

“Got a tail,” another man, one Happy assumed was the driver, said back to them. “Trying to lose them.”

“By turning and almost going through a fucking building?!”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

The man next to him huffed. “Who’s tailing us anyway?”

“White Chevy. Two cars back.”

Happy started laughing at that—he couldn’t help himself. The club might not have known that he was MIA yet, but of course you did. He should’ve seen that coming.

The man balled his fist into Happy’s shirt, yanking him so that he was face-to-face with him. Even though Happy couldn’t see him through the dark fabric of the hood covering his head, he could still feel the man’s nose pressing against his own.

“Who the fuck is following us?”

“I don’t know,” Happy replied, “I can’t see them.”

He felt the pressure of a knife being pressed against his throat. “Who the fuck is it?!”

Happy remained silent, and the man pressed the blade a little harder into the column of his throat. Happy felt the slight pull and the residual sting of the knife breaking the skin on his neck. It wasn’t a bad cut, not deep enough to be an imminent issue, but it was a promising threat that things were going to get worse if these guys didn’t get answers.

“Someone who is gonna be a real fucking problem for you guys if they get you.”

“Fuck me,” the man next to him grumbled.

The answer must’ve been satisfactory enough, because he pulled the blade away from Happy’s throat. It was a relief, but most because Happy didn’t trust the guy next to him to have a steady hand and if the driver made another sharp turn it was going to be game over very quickly.

“What do you wanna do?” the third guy finally spoke up loud enough for Happy to be able to hear him.

There was something familiar about the guy’s voice. Happy couldn’t quite place it, but he definitely knew it. Whoever the man riding shotgun was, he was the one who must’ve had the vendetta against Happy. He didn’t know who he was or what the vendetta was, and honestly he didn’t particularly care. Happy just wanted all of this to be over with. He was much more certain that things would go his way and that he would live to fight another day now that he knew that you were tailing them.

“I don’t know,” the driver said as he made another turn. “We just, we gotta lose ‘em.”

Happy laughed. “Good luck.”

The remark was met with the guy next to him slamming the side of his head into the side of the van. It was worth it. For a moment Happy understood why Tig was the way he was.

Happy was still working against the binds on his wrists but at this point it felt like it was no use. He was better off waiting for you to sink your teeth into these guys and free him rather than trying to wriggle out himself. It clearly wasn’t working anyway.

A few more minutes ticked by, filled with chaotic turns and the driver slamming on the gas. Finally, though, he said, “I think we’re in the clear.”

All three of the men let out sighs of relief, but Happy knew that they were speaking too soon. Anyone else in his position might’ve been disheartened, but he knew that they weren’t going to get rid of you that easily. You might not have been right behind them anymore, but you definitely weren’t gone.

As if you had been reading his thoughts, the van came to a screeching halt. Happy and the other man in the seat row with him toppled forward, smacking against the seats in front of them. He heard the thudding of the man riding shotgun slamming his hands against the dash to brace themselves. All four of them were cursing as they tried to get themselves right again. Happy didn’t know if being completely in the dark made it harder or easier to do that.

“Son of a bitch!” the man riding shotgun yelled out.

Happy heard the guy next to him take a deep breath, most likely gearing up for some snide comment or more cursing, but he never got the chance as someone started shooting. Happy heard the first two hit the glass of the windshield and he immediately sunk down in his seat. It had to be you. He heard the guys firing back from inside the van, and he did what little he could do given his current circumstances and he threw his body against that of the man sitting next to him. He was rewarded with the sound of the man’s gun clattering to the floor and the guy cursing as he set himself loose on Happy, grabbing him and landing whatever blows he could as the gunfire continued.

Happy was as defenseless as he’d ever been with his hands bound behind his back and his head still covered with the hood. He was trying to kick but his ankles being tied made that difficult too. He tried to squirm and keep moving, anything to keep the hits from landing directly.

Even with all the chaos, it was impossible to miss the sound of a bullet burying itself into someone’s skull. When it happened, the entire van was still and silent for all of a couple seconds before the chaos picked back up and was even more intense.

A few moments after that, there was the sound of the vehicle doors being ripped open. There was screaming and grunting and gunshots, and Happy was just hoping that you were coming out on the winning end of it all.

“Get on the fucking ground!” you yelled as you put a bullet into the kneecap of the man that you’d forcefully pulled out of the passenger seat.

Happy had never been so relieved to hear your rage. He was so distracted by the sound of you that when he heard the back door of the van open and someone grab onto him, he automatically assumed it was another threat. If it wasn’t you that was getting him out, he couldn’t help but to think that it was someone else who had the intention of hurting him.

He thrashed as much as he could until the person spoke up. “Hap, shit, stop, it’s me,” Juice was trying to cut the ropes on Happy’s wrists, or at least pull the hood off his head, but the constant movement made both of those things difficult.

Juice’s voice wasn’t the one that Happy was expecting to hear, but it still got him to stop fighting against the assistance. There was the sound of another gunshot and then Juice finally pulled the hood off so that Happy could see. The sun was blinding, a jarring shift from the hours of darkness he’d just endured, but he wasn’t upset about it. The first thing he saw was the man that Juice had shot and killed slumped in the back seat. Once he realized that he wasn’t going to be an immediate threat, he turned his head, looking around for you as he squinted against the harsh light.

That’s when he saw you, leaning over the man who had been sitting in the passenger seat. You’d shot out both of the guy’s legs. You had your knee pinned to his chest as you leaned over him, the mouth of your gun pressed harshly beneath the man’s chin. Even though there was distance between you, Happy could see the way you were breathing heavily, he could feel the rage coming off of you.

Even though he knew that Juice was trying to free him, Happy was still having a hard time sitting still to let it happen when he knew that you were so close. Juice huffed in annoyance behind him as he tried to do his job without slicing open one of Happy’s wrists in the process. “Hold still for five seconds, Happy. Seriously.”

None of Happy’s attention was focused on himself or Juice anymore though, not when he could hear the conversation happening a few feet away.

“Who the fuck are you?” the man spat out.

You wanted to make a comment to the effect of, “I should be the one asking you that,” but then you realized that you didn’t particularly care who this guy was. You didn’t really care why he wanted Happy. You knew perfectly well that the man you were with had more enemies than smiley face tattoos. It wasn’t surprising that he had landed himself in hot water.

Juice had cut the ties around Happy’s wrists and was just about to be done with the ones around his ankles when you pulled the trigger on your gun one more time, causing the man’s head to snap back as the bullet went clean through it from bottom to top.

“Fuck,” Juice said with a shake of his head as he finally cut through the last of the rope.

The second Happy was free, he was up on his feet and making his way over to you. He wasn’t running, but you could see the determination in his stride and the set of his shoulders. When he got over to you, he held out his hand to help you up from your position of kneeling on the man’s dead body. You tucked your gun back into its holster before slapping your hand into his, both of you tightening your grips as he helped pull you back up onto your feet.

The second you were completely upright, Happy stepped in like he was going to kiss you, but you stopped him as you pressed your palm against your chest. He opened his mouth to ask you what was going on, but you quickly moved your hand up and cupped his chin in your hand before tilting his head up slightly. You saw the cut running along the side of his throat and you frowned.

Once Happy realized what you were doing and looking at, his body relaxed a little bit. He almost started laughing. All the things that had happened in the last few hours and this was what you were getting hung up on. “I’m fine.”

You rolled your eyes as you let go of his chin. “Of course you’re going to say that.”

The two of you were about to start getting into it in the middle of all the carnage you’d caused when Juice interjected himself into your conversation. “Hey, guys, we gotta…we gotta go.”

Just as he said that, you heard the sirens in the distance. That was fair, and expected after all the gunshots. You pointed at Happy accusingly. “This conversation isn’t over.”

Happy knew better than to argue with you. “Alright.”

It was a quiet drive home. You dropped Juice back off at his place with a quick thank you and a promise to reach out to him later. As the two of you drove back to Happy’s you could feel him looking at you from the passenger seat but you didn’t say anything about it. You knew that he probably had his fair share of questions, and you certainly had your own, but right now all you wanted to do was get back home. All of the questions and the conversations could wait until later, preferably until tomorrow. You didn’t say anything as you drove, but it didn’t stop you from reaching over and resting your hand on top of his on the console, careful not to touch the scraped and bloodied parts of his wrists where the rope had been digging into him only a little while before.

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[holylulusworld]

Ride with me again (6) (Epilogue)

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Opie Winston, Tig Traeger, Robert 'Bobby' Munson, Happy Lowman, Filip 'Chibs' Telford , Piney Winston

Warnings: past abusive relationship, angst, language, scared reader, protective Jax, protective SoA, hurt & comfort, fluff, talk about character’s death, mentions of gore, blood, rape, mentions of murder and suicide, mentions of accidents

A/N: PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER. I can’t name every detail or else I’ll spoil the story. So, please proceed with caution as I mention blood, gore and what they did to Paul in the last chapter. 

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<<Part 5

“Careful. One step after another,” Jax helps you walk toward the bedroom at his house. Since your husband attacked you a few days ago, he didn’t leave your side. Always afraid someone could hurt you again. “You’ll have a rest, and I’ll get some things for you, Y/N.”

“Please don’t leave me alone,” you sniffle, afraid Jax will leave your side. Please…”

“Opie and Half-Sack will stay here while I’m away. Tig is outside to check on the surroundings. You’ll not be alone for long. I need to handle a few things, baby. Okay.”

“Do you think they will come back?” you weakly reply as he helps you lie down. It’s a struggle to even stand for a few moments. With the heavy meds in your system, you are tired and weak all the time. “Jax? Do I need to worry?”

“No, princess,” he’s kissing your forehead. Softly touching your skin with his lips. For a rough criminal killing people and dealing with weapons, drugs, and anything in between, Jax is the softest man you ever met. “No one is ever going to hurt you again. The doctor said you need to rest some more. I’ll be right back before you wake.”

“Okay. I trust you, Jax,” Jax kisses your temple, sighing as you mumble his name. “My Prince Charming, on his fiery bike. He saved me again. Just like a knight in shiny armor.”

Jax covers you with a soft blanket, hoping you will never leave his house and him again. He can’t make you stay if you want to leave. But he’ll try anything to show you that he can be a good man for you.

“We took care of the leftovers,” Happy explains. He took care of your father and father-in-law. “Man, you did a number on her husband. A pity you didn’t let me have a punch too.”

“It was important to get rid of the others first. No one can know we killed them all at the same time. Mr. Ethan Zobelle committed suicide and blew his brain out after his beloved son went missing. No one will doubt our version. We paid the right people,” Clay explains. “We couldn’t just let him disappear. Not at the same time as his son went missing.”

“What about her father?” Jax runs one hand down his face, shuddering as he’s got the feeling Paul’s blood is still on his hands. Jax still can hear Paul’s screams when he closes his eyes.

That night, Jax lost control. He started with punching your husband, but this wasn’t enough. After he broke Paul’s cheekbone and nose and made your husband pee his pants, things escalated quickly.

“Jax, did you hear me?” placing his hand onto Jax’s shoulder Clay sighs deeply. “I know you think you went too far. You didn’t. Just remember what that bastard did to your girl, your old lady. He abused her. He killed her baby. He raped your girl and tried to do it again. Paul Zobelle was nothing but a piece of shit.”

“You did what you had to do,” Bobby throws in. He smirks, remembering how Paul begged for his pitiful life. “Your girl is safe now.”

“We had to send a message to Zobelle’s business partners. I think they got it loud and clear now. They gave us a peace offering and will stay the fuck out of Charming,” Clay shrugs at Jax’s pained expression. “A win-win situation. Your girl is free of that monster, you got the girl, and we don’t need to fight on another front.”

“I know,” Jax knows all of this, still, what he did to your husband will haunt him for the rest of his life. He crossed a line and can’t make his actions undone. “Clay, I castrated that bastard and stuffed his dick in his mouth.”

“It was justified. He had it coming, boy,” Piney huffs as the other sons snicker. “Jax, I know you want to feel guilty, just don’t. You took a life to save another. Maybe even more. Trust me when I tell you that men like Paul Zobelle don’t stop abusing women. He would’ve done the same to another girl or Y/N again if he got the chance.”

“How does she feel?” Gemma worriedly watches her son carry two suitcases filled with your belongings toward his house. “I see, Zobelle’s partners kept their word and made sure your girl gets her things.”

“Seems like Y/N is going to get a lot of money. Her father has not left a will,” Chibs explains while Jax only wants to get back to you. “Right, Jax?”

“I think so,” Jax shrugs. “They found her father in his car. A tragic accident. Poor guy ended up dying in his beloved car as he wanted to visit his son-in-law. Who, surprisingly ended up dead in said man’s trunk, along with the knife her father used to castrate Paul.”

“You’re back,” you try to get out of the bed to greet Jax but he is faster. He crosses the room to keep you from leaving the bed. “I was worried about you, Jax.”

“Princess, I promised to come back. We had to…you know, take care of a few things. Now you are safe, and no one is going to ever bug you again,” you pounce on Jax when he sits on the bed next to you. He helps you onto his lap so you can hide your face in his chest. “We should talk about a few things.”

“Hmm…I’ve missed you. Half-sack is nice, Opie too. Say, why do you call him Half-Sack?” Jax chuckles at your question.

“He’s only got one ball,” you giggle now, feeling a little better since Jax is back. “Did they take good care of my girl?”

“Donna brought me soup and Opie tried to talk me into learning how to shoot. Half-Sack checked on me every hour and told me a lot of not funny jokes,” he chuckles as you get comfortable in his arms. “You said that we need to talk about a few things.”

“We killed your father, Ethan Zobelle and Paul,” you tense in Jax’s arms for a moment. You knew he and the sons took care of Paul and the others but tried to not think about it too much. 

“What if anyone finds them, Jax? I don’t want you or your friends to end up in jail because of me,” clawing at his shirt you start to cry. “Please.

“Friends from out of town helped us fake Zobelle’s suicide. And your father got killed in an accident after he murdered your husband, Y/N. All the evidence points to your father,” Jax cradles you in his arms. “I kinda lost control with Paul.”

“I don’t care,” you hide your face in his neck. “He was a monster and you protected me. No matter what you did to that man, it’s justified.”

“Princess,” he kisses your temple,” your father has not left a will. You’ll get all of his money, his house, and everything he owns.”

“I don’t want any of it,” crying into his neck you hold tight onto Jax. “They can do whatever they want with his money and shit. Please.”

“We will talk about this later. You can decide on how to use the money later. Maybe you can donate it or buy a horse. I don’t care. It’s your decision.”

“I want to attend his funeral,” you allow yourself to lean in Jax’s gentle touch. He runs his hand over your back and kisses your hair softly, “to spit on my father’s grave.”

“All for you, princess. We will attend his funeral and all spit on his grave. Trust me. Your father will rot in hell for what he did to you, Y/N.”

“Rot in hell,” you spit on your father’s grave, chuckling as you step aside. Jax is next. He spits on your father’s grave, and glares at the priest daring to clear his throat. “What? That man killed his son-in-law and commited other crimes.”

“I got some nice spit for you, bastard,” Clay steps toward your father’s grave to spit on it too. “I hope you got comfortable in hell.”

“Well, be my guests,” you nod at the sons of anarchy, stepping aside to grant them access. “He’s all yours.”

While the others start to spit and even pee on your father’s grave, Jax leads you away from the cemetery and toward his parked bike. He smirks as you slide your fingers over his bike.

“Princess,” he cups your face to press a soft kiss to your lips, sighing as you return the kiss. “Ride with me again..”

“I’ll ride with you for the rest of my life…”

After rethinking your decision, you took your father’s money and sold everything he ever owned. What you couldn’t sell, you burned.

Most of the money you made from selling his house, cars, and jewelry got donated to women’s shelters and other organizations helping women, children and men escape abusive relationships.

Jax and you only took the money from your father’s bank accounts and the safe to buy a bigger house and spare some of it for...well, whatever you want to buy next.

You will fill the house with love, laughter, and in a year down the road with new life…

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

I Love Your Bleeding Heart

Can be read as part one of the Give Me Shelter Series or as a stand-alone.

Contains: Fluff, misogynistic language.

1.2K words

All mistakes are my own and this is not beta read.

The Tacoma killer had gone soft, not only was he in love but he was head over heels.

He had found you while walking his dog, half under an abandoned house, trying to win over a stray mother cat and her kittens.

He was used to people being immediately frightened of him, but not you. In fact, you had given him a fast smile then ignored him to say hello to his dog. The bulky white pitbull was taken by you just as fast as Happy had been. He wasn't offended at your disregard of his presence. In fact, it made him feel you were an old friend he hadn't seen in years, it didn't feel necessary for you to make an introduction because he felt as if he already knew you.

To say it was love at first sight was an understatement.

The Clubhouse was quiet, most of the guys were in the garage preparing for Arizona to arrive. Happy was smiling at his phone (again). "What is it this time?" Jax wasn't being condescending, it was good to see Happy truly untroubled, even if that meant he spent half his time talking about how important it was to teach a kitten "how to cat".

Happy showed his phone to Jax, "a piglet". It earnt a warm smile from Jax, it was hard to understand at first, the fact that Happy was so content with doing something that seemed so opposite to his personality. In the end, it didn't matter how strange it seemed, the joy it gave him slowly spread through everyone like the warmth of the morning sun.

When you first met, Happy often wondered why you were so kind to him, or you always went out of your way to think the best of him, even when he showed up at your door covered in blood.

At first, he thought you were naive, perhaps a little too optimistic for his liking but he soon learnt the opposite, you simply saw him entirely, for all that he was, and he didn't think he could truly express to you how much that meant to him.

The sound of bikes pulled him away from his thoughts, the Arizona chapter was here. "You'll have to bring it around, I know Juice has things for pigs."

Happy recalls the animate conversation you had with Juice over the fact that pigs sing to their babies. You were good like that, you never made anyone feel stupid or unimportant. It made Happy feel strange, like something soft and warm had made its home in his chest.

You did bring the piglet to the Clubhouse, as usually, everyone oohed and awwed, it was hard not to.

"Oh god, how pathetic", it was said with so much venom, if Happy had hair, it would be standing on end.

Opie casts the visiting Son a nasty look, "you're an asshole".

Opie didn't stick around to hear a response, instead, he walked over to join the conversation you were having with Juice.

Happy wanted to hit the guy, but he knew you could look after yourself, he realised soon after you met that there was no way you could do your job without a thick skin.

That was another thing he loved about you, underneath all the sweetness, you could be just as harsh as everyone else when you needed to be. He never felt the need to look after you, he did it because he wanted to, because it made him feel good.

The man was walking over to Happy "that bullshit must get to you" it wasn't a question, it was a statement. Unfortunately for him, you were close enough to figure out what was going on, after handing the piglet to Juice, you marched over to them.

"If you have something to say to me, say it to my face."

The other member wasn't expecting you to confront him, he recovered from his shock quickly.

"You're not worth it" everyone was paying attention now, and the man was losing his nerve.

"So you're a coward?" You took a small step towards Happy, not because you were scared but because this guy wasn't worth the bruises to Happy hands.

"If you can say something behind my back, then why can't you say it to my face?"

The air changed, now it was about saving face.

"Actually, I do have a problem with you. This isn't a preschool, no one here cares about that kind of shit."

"I mean do you think people have any respect for you when you carry on like a child?"

You let him continue. The insults become more and more about how much your presence and thus, the animal's presence offended him.

"Aren't you going to respond, or are you just as weak as the creatures you baby?"

You squared your shoulders. "I feel sorry for you; either you are so filled with envy that you've allowed it to consume you, or you're just a bad person."

He went to respond, and you lifted your finger. "I let you speak now do the same for me."

"I have no idea how a person could look at an innocent animal in need of help and think that's a bad thing, how cold and unfeeling to not see that these living things need our help."

You questioned whether you should continue, but you knew the guys would back you up. "How can your brothers trust you if you're incapable of compassion? How can anyone trust you?"

No one from Arizona said anything, and you were now getting the distinct impression that he wasn't well-liked. Jax was having a hushed conversation with the chapter's president.

Happy looked angry, the scary kind of angry where his face was impassive, but his eyes portrayed an immense rage.

Jax stepped in before Happy set upon the man. "Walk away dude before you get yourself hurt" Jax tone was harsh and he had the man's upper arm gripped in his large paw like a vice.

"I hope you're happy you bitch, your heart is bleeding over everyone". He went to get up in your space so Jax took a step back and nodded at Happy.

The man didn't stand a chance, he was on his back being pounded by Happy's fists before he had the time to shout.

You knew not to get involved, as much as the guys respected you, you were still an Old Lady and it wasn't your place to get involved in an issue between two members.

Once the man had stopped fighting back Happy was pulled away, it was clear he wasn't done but no one wanted a dead body on their hands.

Happy took some deep breaths, he glanced over to Chibs but he looked indifferent, if the other member wanted to be patched up Chibs wasn't going to be the one to do it.

"Come on dearest, let's get you cleaned up" the way you laid your hand on his chest brought him back to earth.

"You know I love you more than anything right?"

"I know, I love you too Hap."

He lifted a bloody hand to your cheek and leant down to kiss you. The rest of the world faded, there were no birds songs or bikes rumbling, the world was Happy's warm hands and his lips on yours.

"Squeeeeee". A chuckle pushed itself past your lips, "perfect timing. am I right?"

"I mean it y/n, I love you and your bleeding heart."

Fin

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[tragertrap]

Flirting with the Devil || Juice Ortiz x Reader

click here for part II

Summary: (Y/N) has been a friend of the club for a while now since Tig introduced her to the guys. Well not exactly a 'friend' to everyone in the club because her and Juice technically... hate each other. Let's just say that our protagonist isn't exactly excited that she has to share a bed with him during a lockdown.

A/N: Enemies to lovers anyone? This is the overused 'having to share a bed' plot that I felt like I HAVE to use once lmao. Basically it's just (hopefully) funny interactions and cute/dumb/hot moments I wanted to write. Hope you enjoy ♡

The SAMCRO clubhouse was once again packed with bikers, their family members and friends, but this time not for another wild party but for a lockdown. Concerned chatting was the only background noise instead of the usual loud music blasting through the speakers. It was different than any lockdown they had experienced in the past. This time the club was way too deep into shit and everyone present could feel it. Nothing in the air but worry and fear.

(Y/N) wasn't exactly ecstatic when her friend Tig had told her that they're going into lockdown once again. No one likes leaving their home and have a Son escort them wherever they have to go even if they knew it's for their own safety. She was at the clubhouse now as a close friend to the club, just hoping this lockdown wouldn't last long.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" (Y/N) asked her friend of 5 years.

"Jesus, quit complaining, will you? I'm busy" Tig replied.

"You are looking at a screen" she complained yet again for calling that 'busy'.

It was Tig's shift to watch the security cameras in case anyone would attack the clubhouse, so he was sitting at the bar, eyes glued to the screen on the wall.

"And you are pissing me off."

"Tiiig, I'm serious", she grunted, "you didn't even ask me."

"I'm not responsible for this shit why are you complaining to me?", his tone so bored as if he didn't have the energy to deal with this at this very moment.

"Why can't I just sleep with you? Do you seriously value a croweater more than our friendship?"

"Of course not... It's two croweaters", he whispered before winking at his friend and taking a sip of his beer.

Her reply was just an annoyed look on her face.

"What? gotta save as much space as we can."

"I hate you Trager. Like a lot."

"Look, I know you're dying to sleep with me love but I mean come on... look at them", he said in awe, "blondie, over there. And brunette, with the big tits". As he pointed at the two girls they started waving at him and he waved back with a ridiculous smile on his face. "I mean, I'd ask you to join if you wanted to, but blond one... She gets a little competitive."

A desperate look drawn on (Y/N)'s face now because of her friend's ridiculous excuses.

She quickly walked to the right side of Tig now where Chibs was sitting on another bar stool. She stood next to him:

"Chibs, please, you're my only hope here."

"Opie's mom and kids are sleeping at my dorm babe. I'm crashing on a couch tonight."

She put her elbows on the bar and buried her face in her hands.

"Every other place is occupied-", the Scotsman started talking again before getting interrupted by an angry Tig:

"As I've told you a million times now."

(Y/N) just gave him the finger without even bothering to look up at him, her face still buried in her hands.

"-as he's told you a million times." Chibs repeated. "Juicy boy is not that bad. You've got a completely wrong idea of him."

"Yeah sure, can I just not share a room with him?" she exclaimed annoyed.

Almost everyone knew of the heated relationship Juice and (Y/N) had. The two would constantly try to prove eachother wrong and disagree on everything, which if we're being honest was getting a little annoying for everyone. It all started when Juice had an issue with his laptop one day and (Y/N) offered him some help while he was trying to fix it.

"You? You wanna help me?"

"Yeah... why?" she asked all confused.

"I've been trying to fix this shit for days now... it's not a matter of two clicks (Y/N)."

"I didn't say I'm an expert but... you can at least let me try" she added as she was starting to get mad.

He scoffed.

"What? Is it because I'm a girl? I can't-?"

"I didn't say that" Juice explained in a slightly louder tone, interrupting her. And it was true. He just didn't like other people getting into his business when it came to IT. Also the amount of times his attempts to fix the damn thing had failed, had started to get under his skin. Unfortunately he took it out on (Y/N)

"Ok then let me try" it was getting personal now. Needing desperately to prove him wrong.

"I said no" was all he said before he turned his angry eyes back to the screen. Mostly because he was pissed at the laptop... but also because his pride wouldn't take it if she would actually be able to fix it. Not after everything that was said. Ever since, they've been competing in everything, trying to prove each other wrong and just constantly argue on anything possible. Not anything too important. They're just trying to feed their egos.

"Speak of the devil" Chibs said since Juice had just walked behind the bar to get a beer.

"Talking 'bout me again (Y/N)?"

She just rolled her eyes, not bothering to respond.

"Is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?" he asked after a few moments of silence and weird looks.

"Does he know?" Chibs asked while maintaining eye contact with Tig. The blue-eyed biker shook his head no.

"You are... basically... given the honour to... look after our girl for tonight" Chibs said, pausing every now and then, trying to find the right words.

"Jesus, do I have to escort you somewhere? Why can't a prospect do it? Where the fuck are you going anyway?" he asked the girl desperately.

"Your bed" Tig blurted out and Chibs sighed at his friend's not-so-subtle way of announcing it.

Juice looked confused for a while but as soon as realisation hit, he widened his eyes in shock.

"Yeah, no, this in not happening" he said before narrowing his eyes and letting out a small laugh.

"Don't let this get to your head Ortiz. I'm not too excited about it either" she replied.

"Get over it already kiddos. You're young. Get some alcohol in ya sustems and have some fun. It'll be over before you realize it... One day you could be thanking us about this" Tig was quick to say.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes yet again and left the three bikers with a quick walk. She headed outside, desperate for some fresh air and a conversation with anyone but them.

"Did I overdo it?" Tig looked at Chibs and then moved his eyes to Juice.

Juice didn't say anything, just grabbed his beer and headed to his dorm.

A few hours later, since it was getting a bit late, (Y/N) decided to head to Juice's dorm. She was strutting confidently, holding a small duffle bag filled with her things over her shoulder. As she reached the door, she brought her bag to her front, holding it with her left hand, and took a deep breath. She entered the room and looked around. Posters with the anarchy symbol decorated the wooden walls as well as one with the reaper on it. His bed in the middle of the room was covered with beige sheets that seemed a little messy. A laptop and papers on a desk nearby and his kutte on the back of a chair. She noticed that some clothes were thrown around but overall it was pretty tidy.

Motherfucker must have cleaned the place up, she thought and cought herself smirking at the thought of him tidying up because of her.

As she was taking a few things out of her bag, she heard the bathroom door open. A half naked Juice wrapping a gray towel around his waist was what she saw as she looked up. His tan skin covered in tattoos, muscular chest and biceps as well as his toned abs where shining under the room's lighting. A few drops of water he had clearly missed while drying himself up were dripping down his skull tattoos on his chest. She was stunned. Usually she was too busy trying to come up with something to say to tease him, forgetting to actually look at him. Now she was taking it all in at once.

He was waiting for her witty comment. Something about him showing off. Or that he could have at least warned her. Or worse, telling him that he needs to hit the gym, even if he clearly didn't need to

"I- I'm sorry- I didn't know... you were-" was all she was able to say, hating that all of a sudden he had such an effect on her.

He was taken aback by her stuttering reply. Not a single hint of sarcasm. Not one mean comment. He was enjoying finally seeing her unable to respond for once.

"It's ok. I should have checked before getting out" he said quietly before picking some clothes out of his closet.

"Are you ok?" he asked after a while, the first word nearly inaudible. Her behaviour was a little worrying to say the least.

"Yeah."

He nodded and headed back to the bathroom.

(Y/N) hated herself for acting like this. For being unable to even respond 'just because the guy decided to show up half naked and spoke to her softly for once'.

He got out of the bathroom, all dressed up now (thankfully), as she was digging in her bag to find her pyjamas. She hated herself even more for actively picking her shortest shorts and most revealing top to sleep in.

It was his turn to be unable to speak now, seeing her in that outfit.

"Look I know this isn't pleasant for anyone but it doesn't have to be awkward, okay? We're just sharing a bed for a few days... and that's it. We've already made way too big of a deal out of it" she finally said, her voice quiet. It was the first time he was so glad to hear her talk, since she took him out of the uncomfortable situation.

"Yeah, agreed." He was sitting on the side of the bed but as she walked around it he turned his head, his eyes following her. She finally sat down so he turned his body to face hers.

"Just so you know, I sleep naked" he said with his eyebrows raised after a while.

She widened her eyes unable to speak yet again.

"I'm kidding", he added quickly and let out a chuckle.

"You're an idiot Ortiz."

"You should've seen the look on your face", he continued laughing.

"You should be more worried whether that would still be the look on my face once I saw you naked."

"Took you long enough to start with your mean little comments again."

"Way too long" she said as she laid down on a pillow, turning her back to him still sitting on the bed.

"You're going to bed that early?"

"Some of us have to go to work in the morning because we're not making money off of trading guns, Juicy."

He pressed his lips and rolled his eyes at her never giving up on trying to get under his skin.

"Ok grandma" he said as he stood up and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Her voice sounded way more disappointed than she intended to.

"I have to check on the security cameras before Rat gets here... It'll only be for an hour or so."

She nodded.

"Goodnight" he wished her softly as he turned off the lights.

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About an hour later Juice was back at his dorm again muscles stiff and eyes tired from looking at a screen for a long time. As he entered, he paused for a while, putting his hands on his hips after rubbing his eyes. (Y/N) had been asleep for a while now. He saw her peacefully laying on her side, left hand under her pillow and right leg bent at her knee. The blinds of the window casted shadows on her body. He noticed her short pyjama pants that now seemed even shorter with her leg bent like that, but he quickly looked away as if he had done something wrong. He took his shirt off and layed next to her, putting one hand behind his head. He was looking at the ceiling, refusing to look at her, afraid of what he'd feel seeing her next to him, sleeping on his bed. When he gave in and turned his head to the side to face her, he realised he had never had the chance to observe her up close. Her lips and skin appeared even softer. He could see every line on her lips and mark on her face, every pore on her skin. So close but unable to touch. He had a hard time sleeping that night.

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She woke up early the next morning and found herself a little too close to the biker next to her from all of last night's tossing and turning. She looked at him, the expression on his face more peaceful than ever. Usually she hated when the sunlight was leaking through the the blinds but now it was helping her observe all the details on his face. Eyelids, long eyelashes, parted lips. Even his stubble was visible under the bright stripes of light. His smell was all around, even on the sheets, drowning her.

She dragged herself out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

Moments later Juice started waking up. He rubbed his face and looked to his right only to realise (Y/N) wasn't there. He didn't know whether he felt disappointed or relieved. He got up all tired and headed towards the bathroom, taking more than enough time to realise what he saw as he opened the door.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" he practically screamed as he closed the door in a fast motion. (Y/N) was in her underwear putting her clothes on after her shower.

"Jesus fucking Christ don't you fucking knock?" she yelled at him angrier than ever.

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in there... I didn't see anything" he replied loud enough for her to listen behind the door.

All he heard back was a loud grunt.

"I assumed you were-"

She opened the bathroom door, fully dressed now, grabbed her purse and stormed off heading outside. "Just shut up."

She found Chibs sitting at the bar drinking his morning coffee, guessing it was his shift to check on the security cameras. Tons of people were around asleep all over the couches, some even on the floor.

"Good mornin' sweetheart."

"Morning" was all she said as she sat next Chibs sighing.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning" he teased her for her attitude and the look on her face that didn't seem to fade away. "How did it go?"

"How did what go?"

"You and Juice..."

"Great, why are you asking?" the sarcasm definitely detectable in her voice.

"I'm just gonna ask if he's still alive. Hope you didn't hurt him in any way."

"Alive and well."

"You know all the tension between you two... Would be great if you took it out in the sheets. I'm speaking of experience."

"Cut it out Scotsman I'm not in the mood."

"Yeah, I can tell."

She saw Juice heading over once he decided to come out of his dorm and quickly looked away.

"Mornin' Juicy boy, sleep well?" Chibs joked knowing he would get a reaction out of him.

"Shut up Chibs" the younger biker mumbled, looking upset.

"You two need to chill out a bit huh? That's what happens when ya haven't got laid in a while."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes yet again and started walking away. "OKAY, I'm out."

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Juice had already grabbed her arm.

"To work?" she asked sarcastically.

"You need to take someone with you."

"It's just a few blocks down, I think I can manage."

"I'm serious (Y/N), this is no laughing matter. Everyone associated to the club is in danger. You could get hurt."

"Okay, okay. I'll go find Rat."

"He's probably asleep. I'll take you." He sounded so serious and determined that (Y/N) didn't even try to argue. Besides she found it pretty attractive that he was a bit assertive for once.

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"I'm sorry about earlier" Juice mumbled once they were outside the diner (Y/N) was working at, only now finding the courage to talk to her about the bathroom incident. "I didn't want to-"

"I know. It's ok."

"Listen, I know you're mad but I seriously-"

"Juice! I'm not mad. It was just... the heat of the moment. It's dumb, seriously" she laughed. "Thanks for the ride... and for looking after me. I appreciate it."

He nodded as he gulped, not being used to such behaviour from her. As she was turning around she waved at him before walking away but was stopped only seconds after.

"You know I have to be here till your shift ends."

"I know how it goes" she said unamused, used to these lockdowns by now. "Why don't you come in? Have some breakfast?" she added with a slight smile.

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click here for part II

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[curvynerdfan]

Over

Hey yall! I finally bit the bullet and decided to give posting my writing a shot. 

My friend @justahopelessssromantic helped me out and requested this for my first imagine. Y’all should definitely check out all of her works too! She is a fabulous writer I hope you love it doll! I’m not sure if it is what you wanted or not but I hope it works! 

Request: What about with Juice and reader is pregnant and he’s very overprotective and overbearing and it's driving her crazy and maybe she snaps? Also can include the other guys as well so I guess fluffy and angsty.

Warnings: none that I can think of :)

I added a little Miss Congeniality moment - iykyk 

PS: always feel free to let me know if I need to add a warning. 

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Juice was so excited when you revealed that he was going to be a dad. Unfortunately that excitement has led to over-protectiveness. His loving, hovering and concern began early off in your pregnancy. 

As a Coordinator at Charming Mentor Alliance, you are in charge of monitoring child-mentor relationships, receive reports from mentors, evaluate the child’s needs and provide any resources necessary. There is no set day to day schedule for your position and a lot of days you spent a majority of your time on your feet and out of the office. All of the time you spent on your feet plus the natural swelling that comes with pregnancy, meant your feet were gigantic. After a long day of meeting with mentors, completing evaluations and collecting resources to deliver the next day, you were dead on your feet. When you finally collapsed on to the couch, you let out an appreciative groan and kicked off your shoes. As soon as the groan left your mouth, your husband came rushing around the corner. 

“Y/N! Are you okay? What’s wrong? Is the baby okay?”, he mumbled frantically rubbing his hands over your body, paying special attention to your barely-there bump. 

“Babe, babe,” you try to stop his roaming hands, “Babe! Everything is okay! My feet are just swollen and sore. I had a long work day.” 

He pestered you about finding a different job or even going on complete bed rest for almost two months before he finally dropped it. You knew how important his baby being safe is to him so you tried to understand his penchant to hover. His father was never really there for him and he is committed to being better so it made sense that his worries about being a dad may have transferred to your pregnancy. 

You were now seven months pregnant and the club was throwing you a baby shower. The past months had been filled with a variety of moments where Juice overreacted to different pregnancy symptoms and other daily occurrences. Anytime your back hurt, you threw up or were fatigued he became overwhelmed with fear that something bad was happening to you or the baby. 

Today, he was worried about your craving for a bacon cheeseburger. Earlier in your pregnancy, you experienced some nausea from too much bacon. You knew Bobby and some of the other guys were gonna be grilling for the baby shower and you could remember how good his bacon cheeseburgers were. Juice kept insisting that maybe grilled chicken would be better for you and the baby. You bickered on the car ride over and reluctantly agreed in hopes of having a fun and uneventful night. If not eating bacon with dinner kept your hubby calm, you were willing to make the sacrifice.  

You were sitting in a love seat with Juice and Gemma was handing you presents to open. So far club members have given you a bassinet, baby bottles, tons of diapers, a few stuffed animals, pacifiers, basic toys and a leather diaper bag. Gemma slid a box in front of the two of you and you leaned forward with Juice. You pulled on the tag and realized the gift was from Happy. Juice joined you in tearing the wrapping paper off to reveal a custom “rocking horse” that was a motorcycle. 

“Aww Happy! I love it!”, you squealed and you jumped up to give him a hug. 

He reluctantly obliged and let you wrap your arms around you. A small smile mad an appearance on Happy’s face and you giggled. 

Suddenly his expression changed to concern, “Y/N is that blood?”. 

“Blood? Are you okay? Let me see. Maybe I should take you to the hospital. Is the baby alright?” Juice was frantically searching your body, trying to find where the blood was that Happy mentioned. 

You looked down to where Happy’s eyes had narrowed in and realized you’d cut your finger unwrapping presents. 

“Juice! It’s just a paper cut!” you said, bracing your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down. 

“No! This is serious Y/N! You’re bleeding! We need to go to the hospital or at least have Chibs stitch you up.” Juice raised his voice adamantly. 

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath in hopes that it keep you from blowing up with him. You thought it may work until he reached out and grabbed Chibs by the kutte and dragged him towards you. 

“UGH! I know you worry about me but this is ridiculous! I don’t need stitches for a paper cut! I don’t need bedrest when my feet swell or my back hurts! Chibs is gonna help me put a BAND-AID on my PAPERCUT and you are going to go fix me a bacon cheeseburger and a rootbeer float because I can have bacon whenever I damn please! We can talk about this once you take a moment to chill.” 

Juice stood there, mouth gaping like a fish as you pulled Chibs over to the bar so he could find you a band=aid. Gemma nudged Juice’s shoulder to get his attention. 

“Darlin, I know how much you love her and how worried you are that something could go wrong but your gonna regret spending this time being fearful instead of enjoying her pregnant glow and crazy hormones”, Gemma said in the non-negotiable motherly tone,.”Now go fix up your old lady’s dinner. I’d recommend piling on lots of bacon.” she finished with a smirk and pushed him towards the door before walking away. 

“Lovey, ya know he does na mean to upset ya righ’?” Chibs asked while digging through his medical bag. 

“Of course I do. It’s just” you huffed, “every little thing I do makes him freak out! I can even reheat my food because he is scared the microwave could hurt me or the baby.” You muttered in annoyance. 

Chibs gave a little chuckle and shook his head, “Lass, he really does love you, he’s just showing it the wrong way.” 

“Pfft! I know he loves me! Otherwise I wouldn’t be here Chibby. I”, you paused, voice cracking and your eyes began watering, “ I just want him to show his love by cuddling me or doting on me. I wish he would spend all day with his hands on my baby bump instead of thinking he has to protect it with a bullet proof vest.” You let out a little huff and wiped under your eyes. 

Chibs grabbed your hand and began to put a band-aid on the cut, “ I’m sorry doll. Hopefully this will help him realize-.” 

You looked up to see he was staring at something - no someone behind you. You turned around and saw your husband holding a plate with a large bacon cheeseburger in one hand, a rootbeer float in the other and a sheepish grin on his face. 

Chibs cleared his throat, “Uh, I leave you lovebirds to figure some things out.” 

Juice walked around you and set the meal down in front of you. As soon as the plate hit the countertop, you were grabbing at the extra bacon he brought you. You crunched down on a piece of bacon and let out a moan. Juice began to laugh until he saw you glare at him. He rubbed the back of his neck with a goofy smirk that only Juice could do. 

“Umm, Look, I, uh”, Juice stumbled over his words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much I was hovering. We should be having fun celebrating and I ruined it. I’m really sorry princess.” 

“I get why you’re like that. Can you just tone it down a little? Next time you think something horrible is happening, take a couple of seconds and think it through, please.” You requested. 

“Yeah, I think I can do that.” He responded with a chuckle. 

“- and let me eat as much bacon as I want”, you said, smirking at him. 

Juice chuckled and shook his head,”We may have to negotiate that one a little more. That may be an agreeable term, if I can get a kiss?”

You giggled and leaned in towards him. Just as his lips were about to touch yours, you tilted your head and took another bite of your bacon.

“Mmm maybe later tonight? What do ya think Juicy baby?” you said with a smirk when he whined at you. “We just need to stay another hour or two and then you can spend the rest of the night/” You said with a smirk. 

To say the least, Juice was on his best behavior for the rest of the baby shower and was an overachiever in the bedroom to make up being overbearing the past couple of months.

💕I hope you liked it! Feel free to send in a request 💕

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[purplerain85]

For my Broken Heart

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Summary: The end of your Relationship with Happy and the morning after.

A/N: so clearly heartbreak and hurting this man is a new thing 🤷🏻‍♀️ I have no idea why. I love this man but hurt just looks so good on him. It’s also super short too

Also the fix is based off My Broken Heart by Reba McEntire.

Warning: angst,

It was inventible as much as you two fought so hard for this relationship and the love you two have for each other. It was just one of those things that no matter what it wasn’t going to work.

So here you two were carrying the rest of his boxes down to his car. There were no angry words barely any words just a couple “mmhmm and yeah” from you knowing that if you spoke too much that would be it. You would completely lose it and he would feel even worse than what he already did.

“That’s the last of it” Happy says flatly as he gets Opie in the car, he looks like he is just holding on as well. He gives you one last hug gets in his car and drives away. You stand there tell you cannot see his tail lights anymore, and walk back into your now extremely empty home.

You lock the door turn out some of the lights, grab your bottle of vodka on the way to your bedroom, you get to the door look at the empty Alaskan king bed as you feel the tears come you say “Nope” knowing that you couldn’t face the night sleeping in the bed and make a mental note to buy a smaller bed and turn to the living room.

You sit down and instantly feel the damn break and lay down and cry so hard that you cried yourself to sleep while making a little prayer. Knowing that this is a whole new heartbreak that wasn’t going to be easy to get over. Happy had said “if it’s really meant to be you two will find a way back to each other” but you weren’t so hopeful.

You awake the next morning to the sun glaring at you, and realize that life is still going and the world is spinning. You lay there trying to put your scattered thoughts in place. You struggle to get to the kitchen to make your coffee knowing that this is the first of many mornings you have to face by yourself.

Happy called you around noon, he sounds so lost and broken “how you doing baby girl? And don’t lie to me and tell me you are ok, tell me how you are feeling?”

You gaze out the window and start crying while saying “I couldn't face the night in that lonely bed, so I laid down on the couch instead. Then I prayed the Lord my soul to keep then I cried myself to sleep so sure life wouldn't go on without you but this sun is blinding me as it tries to wakes me from the dark I guess the world didn't stop for my broken heart”

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#happy lowman x angst #happy lowman x you #happy low man x reader #happy Lowman #sons of anarchy x reader #sons of anarchy #mayans mc #david labrava x reader #david labrava

[tuliptx]

Outlaw Woman Ch 3

Rated M- like for real people.

Summary- Lexi’s always been the type to do things the hard way.

Masterlist 

Happy x OC x Jax, David Hale x OC

Lexi had been relocated to a corner booth after flatly refusing to sit on the couch. “Last Friday night, my brother- MY BROTHER- was getting a hummer from some red head on that couch. I am not sitting on that couch ever again.” Happy snorted as he steadied her on her left and Tig shot him a glare from her right. “If you’re not sitting anywhere you’re brother’s had sex, we’ll have to burn down the club house and start again.” Lexi’s lip curled in disgust. “I don’t want to continue this conversation.” Tig laughed and sat her down gently in the booth before giving his brother a playful shrug. “You’re just jealous Hoover Lips prefers me.” Happy grunted as he adjusted Lexi’s leg so it was stretched out on the booth next to her with the ice resting on it. His dark eyes moved up her leg and over her body before catching her own, “Nah man, you know I prefer blonds.” He quickly looked away shoving TIg back playfully. They began to grapple with each other as Gemma joined Lexi.

The Prospect walked in then carrying two bags from the diner. Gemma had decided that they better get some food in Lexi before her drunken haze turned into drunken vomiting. “Oh god Sac, I forgive you!” Half Sac laughed as Lexi gave him a peck on the cheek and pulled her burger out of the greasy paper bag. Gemma gave him an assessing look, “I don’t.” Sac looked down blushing slightly and scuffled off to finish inventory behind the bar. Lexi gave Gemma a pointed look to which Gemma shrugged, “what? I told him not to give you any liquor until after one.” Lexi sighed mumbling under her breath, “this was special circumstances,” before taking a huge bite out of her burger.

The door flew open and Tig and Happy both immediately stood up putting themselves in front of the two women. Gemma’s focus wasn’t on her son storming in, but on Happy. The more she thought about it the more she came to realize that Happy had always been extremely attentive of Lexi and her safety. They got along well. It had never struck her as odd; Lexi got along well with all of the boys, but Happy wasn’t like the other guys. The more she thought about it the more she realized how comfortable they were with each other- which was downright strange considering how little time Happy actually spent in Charming. Then again Happy was close with Tig- maybe it had something to do with that. Gemma was developing quite the headache.

Jax came storming in completely ignoring the posturing of the two men. “What the fuck were you thinking Lexi?” Lexi rolled her eyes groaning and leaning back. Tig moved to sit back down but Happy looked wearily between the two and decided to stay exactly where he was though he moved to cross his arms over his chest and lean casually against the pool table. “I wasn’t thinking Jax. She hit me. I told her to stop. She didn’t stop. So I stopped her.” Jax stopped to take in Lexi. He could hear in her accent that she’d been drinking. He noticed her leg- wrapped in bandages and elevated with an icepack over her ankle. Jax groaned and flopped down next to his mother, his hands rubbing up and down his face in frustration. “She wants to press charges Lexi.” Lexi rolled her eyes, “she won’t do shit.” Jax sighed heavily, “you broke her nose.” Lexi sat up proudly, “I know.” Jax groaned again.

Gemma rubbed her son’s back affectionately and he ate a few of his mom’s fries. “Did you explain to Tara why that was a bad idea?” Jax nodded wearily as Happy finally relaxed. “Do I need to talk to her?” asked Gemma. Jax glared at his mom, “yeah, because you two get along so well.” Gemma shrugged innocently. Lexi sighed happily as she ate her burger. When was Jax going to realize that if no one liked the bitch there was probably a reason why? Tara did not want this life, that’s why she left. Now, regardless of what she might or might not want, Tara did not belong.

Gemma stared blankly at her nails as she tapped them against the table top. “Maybe you should call Hale.” “Fuck no!” shouted Tig coming to stand behind his sister. Lexi choked slightly on her fry reaching for her Coke. “Why the hell would I do that?” she rasped as she struggled to get her coughing under control. “Because that boy loves you and would do anything for you, including getting Tara to shut her trap.” “You dating a cop now?” All eyes turned to where Happy was watching intently sipping on his beer. He’d sat and was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees his biceps flexing. Lexi gave him a questioning look. Why the hell was he suddenly so interested in her love life? His expression was completely unreadable as they stared at each other for a long moment.

Tig rolled his eyes, “like I’d let that happen.” Lexi shot a glare at her brother, “like you have any say over who I fucking date.” Tig grinned at her, “if you dated anyone- I’d have a say over it.” Lexi’s spine stiffened and she continued to glare at him. This was why she didn’t date in Charming. This was why she rarely had more than a weekend fling. How could she possibly introduce someone to this life? To these boys? To her boys? Tig’s smile faltered slightly as Lexi’s cold gaze was unrelenting, her baby blues lightening to a frigid gray, almost white. “Don’t do that.” He groaned putting his large hand over her face trying to block it out. “I hate when your eyes go all ‘ice queen’ on me.” She pushed his hand away before returning to her burger. “I’m not calling David.”

Jax smiled at her tossing a fry at her and turning to Happy with a crooked grin. “The guy had the hots for her for years. We are NOT friends, we’ve never gotten along, but every freaking summer the guy would just show up.” Happy said nothing, taking a final pull from his beer. “He got that job as a paper boy, just so he’d have a chance to ride his bike by the house and see Lex.” Lexi covered her reddening face with her hands slumping further into the booth. Gemma patted her shoulder lovingly. “It’s true. Hale almost lost his mind when you moved here.” Jax snorted, “oh God I forgot about that!” He turned to Happy, now flapping his hands around and laughing as he spoke. “She was fucking 16 when she moved in. Summer that we graduated. She’s laying out in the bed of her truck in this yellow fucking bikini.” Now Lexi’s ears were turning red. “Fucking gorgeous,” muttered Jax under his breath squinting eyes like if he just looked hard enough he could conjure the image. She peeked through her fingers and her eyes met Happy’s heated gaze. She reached up yanking her brother’s beer out of his hands. Tig was laughing too hard to put up a fight. She brought it to her lips but before she could take a drink Gemma yanked it away. “You’re good for now.” Lexi growled as Jax continued, “He goes driving by real slow in his brother’s car, staring at her like she’s a god damn glass of water and he’s been wandering the desert for weeks. Then, BOOM!” Jax smacked his hands together. “Mother Fucker hits the tow truck as it’s turning onto the lot.” Lexi threw an open ketchup packet at Jax hitting him in his pretty white tee shirt.

 ‘With a Rebel Yell she cried More, More, More!’

 Lexi groaned and leaned- started searching around for her phone, finally realizing it was in her back pocket she had to lift herself slightly off the seat arching her back and twisting so she could finally get it out. Two sets of eyes watched her movements intensely both completely oblivious to the calculating glances of the Queen Bee. This looked like a disaster waiting to happen to Gemma Teller.

Lexi checked the screen before swiping her finger across it with a very concerned look on her face. “Hello?” “Your Texas is showing,” teased Tig in her ear and like the petulant child he was Lexi shoved him back over her shoulder.

David Hale paced his office, Uncer’s prepaid against his ear. “Uh, hey Lexi.” “What’s up David?” She sounded suspicious, she probably had some idea what this was about he realized. “Um, Tara is pressing charges Lexi.” She cleared her throat, “is there something you can do about it?” David shook his head rubbing his hand over his eyes, “No, I mean maybe if I had taken the report, but Lex she flagged down some newbie at the hospital.” He sat on his desk with a grunt, “Lex they’ve already filed the report and Unser is coming to pick you up. Lex ATF is with him. You have to get out of there. They could keep you here for days buried under a mountain of red tape.” “FUCK! Thanks David!” She hung up abruptly.

#sons of anarchy #soa #soa fanfiction #Jax Teller #happy lowman #gemma teller #davidhale #jax x oc #jax teller x reader #jax teller x oc #happy lowman x oc #happy lowman x reader #david hale x oc #angst #comedy #violence

[1-800-imagines]

Unhappy (Happy Lowman Angst)

Request: soa angst--how about happy (or chibs) being unhappy about an unexpected pregnancy with reader?

“How many times have I told you how fucking dangerous this life is? Is that any way to raise a child!” Happy was yelling. You had just told him you were pregnant and he was clearly very upset.

“Jax has kids!” You argued knowing if you really tried, the two of you could be a family and have it work. You wanted a baby, you had always wanted a baby. You weren’t actively trying to not have a baby since Happy didn’t want one, but accidents happen.

“We can’t Y/N.” He said firmly, crossing his arms. You knew since he said this, it was discussion over for him.

“Then what do you want me to do?” You stood up to stand your ground against him.

“Get rid of it.” The it stung you. IT was your baby. And it was a little girl.

“Fuck you. She’s our little girl and if you don’t want her, I’ll raise her alone.” And with that, you walked out of your apartment with him not following.

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagines #angst #happy lowman x reader

[cole-winchester]

DEAR AGONY

~*💀*~ Author’s Note ~*💀*~

Sons of Anarchy

Tig x Daughter / Female Original Character - Juice x Female Original Character 

—WARNINGS—

THIS FIC IS 18+ AND MAY BE NSFW…. IT WILL HAVE ASSAULT… DEPRESSION… SUICIDE ATTEMPT… SMUT - not graphic, more of a tastefully written take on smut but figured I’d post the warning anyway.  

This Fic contains a Prompt Challenge from @coffee-obsessed-writer   The prompt will not be in this first part, it will come in Part IV and will be tagged in an A/N at the beginning.

As always - I do not own the characters or anything related to SOA.  I created the pic above, but do not own the lyrics to ‘Dear Agony’ by  Breaking Benjamin, or the images in it.  I only own Summer Trager.

Summary:

- Summer Trager has just landed back in Charming hellbent on reuniting with her father after 16 years. When she catches the attention of a mohawked biker, things take a turn for the wild side. … But every wild ride comes with some unexpected curves. After a heinous incident, will Juice and the club be able to save Charming’s princess from total derailment? Or will she be lost to them for good? -

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Part I  /  Part II  /  Part III  /  Part IV / Part V / Part VI / Part VII / Part VIII . . .

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[obsessedasusual]

King of Communication - Happy Lowman x Reader

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sex, swearing, talk of periods/blood, a little bit of angst - not really only kinda!

Summary: Happy learns that he really fucking hates Tinder.

Note: Ticking off these WIPs is giving me an adrenalin high. I love me some Happy, and we all know he's not the most expressive person - so this happened!

When you heard the Harley slowly pull up your driveway it was close to 10pm. You let out dramatic groan, throwing your head back against the arm rest of the sofa, why does nobody call before turning up these days?

The knock was heavy against the door.

“Come in!” yelling over the noise of the TV. It could only be one person, he knew where the spare key was, and you’d be damned if you were leaving the blankets you’d cocooned yourself in. The lock turned and heavy footsteps soon found their way into your home.

You called out to him again, “Boots off!” you could almost hear his eyeroll. He knew your rule yet every time he turned up he needed to be reminded. If he wanted to walk dirt all through his house that’s on him, but this was yourhouse and the last thing you wanted was to have to clean up after him with the vacuum.

You stared at the living room door, waiting for him to appear.

Happy moved to lean against doorframe and raised his eyebrows quizzingly when he saw the mountain of blankets you were under.

“Don’t look at me like that, you’ve found me like this before.”

“It’s the middle of summer, Y/N.” you often wondered how his voice got to be so raspy, you’d never heard anything quite like it – but man did you love it.

“We’re not having sex.”

“Why?”

“I’m on my period.”

“And?” he shrugged, eyebrows still raised.

“Gross, Happy! We’re not fucking while I’m bleeding. Had you called before turning up, I could’ve saved you a trip and had your welcome home party somewhere else,” from what you knew, Happy had been on a run up north for a week, “Doesn’t the club have girls at the ready when you want to get your rocks off? Crow somethings?”

“Croweaters.”

“That’s an awful thing to call someone.” another shrug came your way.

“You got any food?” Happy didn’t wait for a reply as he turned and made his way to the kitchen, always one to make himself at home at your place. A minute later he returned with a plate of cold pizza and a beer in hand. Moving toward you on the couch and kicking at your legs lightly, silently asking you to make room for him.

“You settling in for the night, then?” this was bordering on unchartered territory. Sure, Happy had spent the night plenty of times, but only after sex. He never just… hung out.

He threw you a sideways glance, “You kicking me out?” you silently shook your head, “then I’m settling in.”

“Just so we’re clear – we are not having sex. You understand that right?” the look he gave you was almost offended.

“I’ll try control myself.” he rolled his eyes, “I heard it’s good for cramps though.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

It had been about four months since you kicked off this ‘friends with benefits’ thing. You’d come across him a couple of times at the clubhouse when Lyla dragged you along to their parties, never paying him much mind until one night where you were both downing tequila shots one minute, and then going at it like rabbits in his dorm the next.

He hadn’t kicked you out that night, so you’d had another round in the morning. And somehow it had just continued. He’d turn up when he was in the mood, and you’d send him a ‘you up?’ text when you had some frustrations you needed taking care of.

You had no idea why he kept coming around to you and wasn’t just taking advantage of the whole ‘croweater’ situation, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. Happy was good in bed. Better than good. He always managed to scratch that itch. And scratch it at least three nights a week. He always tried for more, but sometimes you just needed a wine and some crappy TV to pass the night.

“Why the fuck are we watching The Bachelor?” he grunted when you landed a sharp kick to his thigh.

“It’s trashy reality TV and I love it. I’m the one dying here, so I get to pick.”

You let out a content hum when his hand moved to rub your calf lightly.

“You need one of those heat pack things or something?” you couldn’t stop the soft smile that fought its way to your face as you turned to face him. The Tacoma Killer was sitting on your couch, watching The Bachelor, asking if there was anything he could do to help your unease. There’s no way anyone would believe you if you told.

“I’m okay, Hap.”

He nodded and turned back to the show he claimed to hate so much. The episode dragged on while you and the biker sat in silence, his hand continuing to rub lightly over your calf. You could feel yourself start to nod off when your phoned dinged on the coffee table. You were going to ignore it when it buzzed again, and then once more, groaning as you made a move to sit up. Happy lightly pushed at your shoulder to keep you in your comfortable position and leaned forward to grab the phone himself. You felt his eyes on you in a glare.

“Why the fuck is someone messaging you on Tinder?” he held your phone out of reach.

“Because I want to date, Hap.” you replied nonchalantly, “Give it here, who is it?”

“Some prick Josh – what do you mean you want to date?” his eyebrows were furrowed as he glared at you, clearly not pleased with this new intel.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I’m a woman, I’m interested in dating a man. What’s the big deal?” you pushed yourself into a sitting position to make a grab for the phone, instead of letting you have it he stood from the couch to star down at you.

“You been fucking other guys while you’ve been with me?” his tone was accusing, and almost one of disbelief.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I have not slept with anyone else, I’ve just been out on a couple of dates.” you stood from the couch yourself, rolling your eyes when he still held the phone away from you and walked to the other side of the room. Turning back to you and pointing.

“None of my business? You’re mine, Y/N.” the way he growled it out made you freeze in place and just stare at him dumbly.

“Excuse me? I am not yours. I’m allowed to date-”

“You don’t get to go out and see other fucking guys if we’re together. That’s not how this works.”

“That’s not fair, Happy. As if you haven’t been sleeping with anyone else but me for the last four months.” you snapped back.

“I haven’t.” his voice was dark.

You gave him a dumb look, “Bullshit! You’ve always got your tongue down someone’s throat at those parties.”

“Yeah? When were you last at the club?” he was closer now, eyes narrowed as you silenced thinking it over. The last time you had been at the club was four months ago when you ended up in Happy’s bed.

He took your silence as your answer and nodded, “Exactly. You haven’t been there, because you’ve been here every Friday night, with me.”

You flinched at that. Because he was right. You hadn’t been at those parties because you were here with him. Which in turn meant that obviously, he wasn’t at those parties either. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed off to the side, almost speechless.

“Fucking hell, Happy. You only turn up when you wanna have sex, how was I supposed to know you thought it was more?”

“No, I turn up when I want to see you, we just happen to always end up fucking. We fuck, and then we talk all night. You think I let anyone else I’ve slept with stay the night?” his eyes had you pinned to the spot you were standing. Shaking your head in disbelief, how had you both read this situation so freaking differently?

“Jesus Christ.” your hands ran over your face before they dropped to your hips, “You have got to fucking learn to communicate better, man.”

He let out a dry chuckle, “S’what my mom says.”

“Well, she’s right.”

You stood staring at each other for a few seconds before you shook your head again in amusement at where this conversation had ended up and stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Happy and wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your face in his t-shirt. He hesitated for a second and then pulled you in tighter, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and one almost cradling your head to his chest.

“We good?” he murmured into your hair. Feeling you nod against him he took a breath and spoke again, “You mine?”

You pulled back to glance up at him, “That what you want?”

His kept his eyes studying your face, nodding, “Yeah.”

“Then yeah.” you answered, lips lightly turning up at the corners. He leaned down and closed the gap between you, lips meeting yours in the softest kiss you had ever shared with the man.

“Good,” he mumbled against your lips, “Not fucking sharing you.”

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[drabbles-mc]

A Little Closer

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request by @shinypeachkitten​: Can you do a Happy Lowman smut where he Just simply make love to you? We know he is rough and all. But I would love to read his soft side in this

Warnings: 18+ like everything on this blog, alcohol, light angst, canon compliance/post s7 finale, unprotected sex, fingering

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: My first time writing smut for Happy and I kinda like that it was a soft scenario. Not that you need to read it, but I picture this taking place shortly after All That’s Left, hence the sad feels lol. Also, idk if you guys are interested but this was also inspired by the song Come A Little Closer by Dierks Bentley. We are full of fun facts today haha. Hope you enjoy! xo

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The past couple of weeks had been showing you a side to Happy that you hadn’t seen before. For all of the amazing qualities that he had, all of the things that made you love him, he wasn’t the kind of man to ever really show his emotions. Good, bad, or indifferent, whatever he expressed was always a watered-down version of whatever he was actually feeling. You knew that was just how he operated—it wasn’t something that was going to change so you didn’t try.

In the days and weeks following the most volatile day of SAMCRO, though, there was a shift in Happy. He’d come home to you and cried one night, and from there on out it was like the two of you had shifted into a new chapter of a book. Things were similar, but definitely not the same.

He was home more often, as often as he could be, and softer with you behind closed doors. He wasn’t ever the kind of man to ignore you—you were always taken care of. You thought that maybe everything going on with the club was a wakeup call, thinking that this was his version of a mid-life crisis of sorts. He still didn’t say much about anything, even when you asked, but it was almost like he felt more. You didn’t mind it, but you just hoped that he knew that it wasn’t like you were going anywhere. You promised him that whatever it was, the two of you would figure it out, and you meant that.

You got home from work one night and saw his bike already parked in the driveway. Very rarely did he ever beat you home. Your brows furrowed, mind already going to the worst-case scenarios as you made your way up the driveway. With the way things had gone over the last couple of years, you started realizing that it was better to expect the worst rather than hope for the best.

Unlocking and pushing the door open, you called out for him, “Happy?”

He was standing at the kitchen counter, popping the top of a beer bottle as he turned around to face you, “Yea?”

Toeing off your shoes, you tossed your bag to the side as you walked over to him, “You’re home early.”

He nodded, pulling you so that you were tucked against his chest, “Just wanted to be home.”

You inhaled deeply, soaking up the scent of him, “Rough day?”

He gave a noncommittal grunt in response as he wrapped one arm tighter around you, using the other to lift the beer bottle to his lips. You knew that was all the response you were going to get out of him for the time being.

“Gimme a sip,” your tone was playful as you swiped the bottle from his hand.

He chuckled, watching you intently as you tipped it back, pressing the cold glass to your lips. When you looked back at him, you saw the way that his demeanor was shifting. He pulled you a little tighter, fingertips pressing a little harder into your back to keep you close. Desire darkened his eyes for a moment, but then it softened into something else, something with a little less hunger and a little more longing.

Handing him the bottle back, you gently cupped his chin, “C’mere,” you tugged him towards you and lightly pressed your lips to his. He softened into you the second you kissed him, both arms looping around you. Your hand slid from his chin up to his cheek before pulling back and looking at him, “You can talk to me, you know.”

He nodded, “I know.”

“You okay?” you hoped that he wasn’t going to lie to your face point-blank.

He rested his forehead against yours with a sigh, “Working on it.”

That was about as honest as it could get. All any of you seemed to be doing these days was working on trying to be okay. You traced your thumb along his cheek, “Thank you.”

You felt his hand move along your back followed by the sound of the beer bottle clinking against the counter. The two of you had hardly put a dent in it, but you could tell by the rise and fall of his chest against yours that it was the least of his concerns right now. He shifted you carefully, pressing you back against the counter and gripping the edges of it on either side of you. His lips were impossibly close to yours but still not quite touching, his arms and legs boxing you in against the cool granite behind you. Still, even caged in, feeling the heat of his breath flush against your skin, there was something gentle about it all.

It didn’t feel dominating like it had in the past, despite the position he had you in. The tiny gap between your lips and his was filled with his silent pleas to tell him that it was okay, that you wanted him. The lack of contact had its own kind of softness.

“I love you,” if the house hadn’t been silent, he wouldn’t have been able to hear you.

His body eased with relief as he leaned in and caught your lips in a deep kiss. He pressed his body to yours, chest to chest as he tightened his grip on the edge of the counter, like he didn’t trust himself to touch you for fear that he might break, not you. You let yourself fold underneath the pressure, leaning back. Your hands started on his shoulders before slowly sliding down his arms until they reached his hands. Interlocking your fingers with his, you gave his hands a light squeeze.

He met your grip, squeezing back with the same intensity as he pressed his lips harder against yours. You could tell from the desperation of his movements that he was looking for something to anchor him, and you were more than happy to be that for him.

Prying his lips away from yours, he stepped back and tugged you with him, “Come on.”

He pulled you so that you were in front of him, your back pressed against his chest. With each step the two of you took, he pressed another kiss to your neck, your ear, your shoulder, anywhere he could reach. His hands slipped easily into the pockets of the skirt you were wearing, using the leverage to make sure you stayed pinned to him.

Even though it was just the two of you in the house, and it was really only ever the two of you, he kicked the door shut once you’d both crossed the threshold of the bedroom. Sliding his hands out of your pockets, he spun you around so that you were facing him, wasting no time as he cupped the side of your face and kissed you on the lips, soft and slow and full of need. You wrapped your arms around his waist, hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt and trailing lightly up and down the warm skin of his back.

The longer you kissed him, the more you noticed every little shift in the rest of his body. His breathing sped up, his hand that wasn’t delicately holding your cheek came to rest on your hip. Inch by inch he walked you back towards the bed, not taking his lips off of yours the entire time. You felt the backs of your calves brush against the side of your bed and you fought the urge to fall back onto the mattress.

His grip on your hip tightened, his other hand sliding down from your cheek to the side of your throat. His fingers began to tighten, and while you didn’t mind it, you knew that it wasn’t really what he was looking for.

Pulling out of what felt like a blissful, never-ending kiss, you fought to catch your breath as you waited for Happy to look at you, “Hey,” your voice was soft as you gripped lightly onto his biceps, “I’m not going anywhere. We’re okay.”

The tension melted out of his body at your words, his grip loosening immediately. Resting his forehead back against yours, he let his hand slide from your hip to the back of your skirt, easily pulling the zipper down and letting the fabric pool on the floor around your feet. His hands gently explored all the newly exposed skin, fingertips skimming over the waistband of your panties as he kissed you again. His hands found their way to the front of your shirt, and he began undoing the buttons of your blouse with relaxed, expert precision. He easily pushed the thin fabric off your shoulders and let it join your discarded skirt on the floor.

In return, you lightly tangled your fingers into the bottom hem of his shirt and pushed it up his torso, letting him pull it off the rest of the way and toss it to the side. In a quick, gentle motion he lifted you off the ground and laid you down on the bed. Before you could blink he was settled over you, forearms braced on either side of your head as he leaned in and kissed you.

You could feel the tension in his body, like he was fighting to have restraint and be soft. He wasn’t incapable of it, but it wasn’t what came naturally to him. It was what he needed though, and you knew that. Sliding your hands up his arms and across his shoulders, you stopped when they were cupping the sides of his face. Running your thumbs along his cheekbones, you felt the tension slowly starting to disappear, his muscles relaxing as he melted into you.

Shifting his weight, he slowly brought one hand down your chest, fingertips feather-light and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They traveled over the fabric of your bra and continued down your stomach before reaching the hem of your underwear. The gasp you let out was muffled by his lips as he continued to kiss you while he slipped his fingers beneath the thin fabric.

You arched into his touch, and you felt him easily maneuver to that you couldn’t get the contact that you were on the brink of whining for. Always a tease, even in a moment like that. He didn’t hold off for long, though, and you moaned into his mouth as he traced his fingers along your folds, and you could hear the shift in his breathing when he felt how badly you wanted him. He gently eased them into you, and only then did you break your kiss as you let out a shuddering breath. Your hands dropped to his shoulders, gripping onto him like you were afraid he was going to stop.

He pulled back, wanting to be able to see your face. He slowly began pump his fingers, mesmerized by the way your eyes fluttered, the way your mouth hung open slightly as you soaked up every sensation. His other hand rested on the side of your face, his thumb pulling down on your bottom lip for a moment before you turned, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand.

“Happy,” your voice was half whine, half whisper. When his eyes locked onto yours, you squeezed his shoulder, “I need you.”

He dipped his head down, kissing you hard on the lips before sliding his fingers back out of you. You whined against his lips at the loss of contact, but you were quickly distracted by the way he was sliding your panties down, lifting your hips so he could slip them off all the way. Once he tossed them to the side you started unbuckling his belt, and in what felt like no time at all, he was tossing his jeans and underwear onto the floor as well.

He was about to reposition himself on top of you, but you stopped him with a gentle palm against his chest. You pushed him lightly, nodding for him to lie down on his back. You could see it in his eyes that it caught him off-guard, but he didn’t fight you on it at all—he was putty in your hands.

Swinging your leg over him, you straddled his hips. His hands slid up your hips and sides, eyes traveling over every inch of your body as you positioned yourself over him. He let out a sharp exhale as you lowered yourself onto him, his hands instinctively grabbing onto your hips. You let out a quiet fuck under your breath as you laid your hands on his chest. His touch lightened as you adjusted to him, his hands snaking up your chest.

Once you found your rhythm, you could tell that Happy was fighting the urge to let his eyes shut in bliss. He wanted to see you, watch you and feel close to you when he felt so far away from everything else. But as the sensations flooded through him, it was hard not to get lost in it and let his eyes close.

“Come here,” you sounded as breathless as you felt as you gave his hand a slight tug, urging him to sit up, “closer.”

He did as you asked, his hands keeping you secure against him as he readjusted your positions. Your hands rested on his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your waist. You felt his hand creep up your back, making quick work of the clasp of your bra before sliding the straps down. He could hardly wait for you to remove it completely before flinging it off the bed. Wrapping his arms tight around you again, he reveled in the heat seeping from the bare skin of your chest into his. He kissed you hard on the lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you used his shoulders for leverage to get your rhythm back. He grabbed onto your hips, moving and helping you along. Peeling his mouth off of yours, he buried his face into your neck as he listened to the soft whimpers falling from your lips.

“Happy,” it was a whine, a plea, asking for something that you weren’t quite sure of.

He kissed the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder, and you could feel his lips move against you, his words muffled as he told you, “I love you.”

Your hands slid from his shoulders to his back, pressing his chest tighter to yours, “I love you too.”

It wasn’t long before you were coming undone around him. Happy clung to you for dear life, teeth sinking lightly into your shoulder as he basked in how you felt, and knowing that it was him that made you feel that way. The sound of you repeating his name in nearly inaudible whispers filled his ears, and when he felt you trying to pull him even closer, even farther into you, that’s when he spilled into you. A low moan that died down into a shuddered breath came out of him as he gripped your hips, pinning you down onto him as much as he could.

The two of you sat like that for a little while, all tangled up as you attempted to catch your breath. Happy stayed tucked against you, forehead resting against your shoulder while he soaked up the feeling of you lightly scratching the back of his head. He released his grip on you, allowing his hands to blindly wander around your body. His touch was soft, reassuring.

Leaning back, you forced his head up as you peeled your chest apart from his. Your hands rested lightly on his shoulders, thumbs rubbing idle circles into the muscles there. You couldn’t stop the soft smile that took over your features as you looked at him. He looked a little dazed, but you could see it in his eyes that it was the most present he’d been in a long time. It was just the two of you, shut away in your bedroom, and for once there was nothing more to it than that.

You leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, and you were rewarded with him resting his forehead against yours before he shut his eyes. He took a deep breath, focusing on your breathing and the feeling of your hands massaging his muscles that had been tensed up for far too long. You tried to think of the right thing to say, something loving and reassuring, but as you listened to the sound of his breathing beginning to level out, you thought to yourself that maybe this was enough. The closeness said more than your words ever could.

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