Request: Imagine walking in on Happy torturing someone.
“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of raaaaain.” Your voice sung along to the music as you drove through Main Street, all windows of the car down. The sun shone down and the air swirling around the car was warm. It was another brilliant day in Charming ad you couldn’t help but be in a good mood. Your boss had let you go home early and you couldn’t wait to get home, get changed and head back to the clubhouse, and back to your boyfriend. It still seemed strange- calling him your boyfriend. It had only been two months since you’d made it ‘official’, despite all the months before that were you’d spend all night with each other. But Happy Lowman wasn’t exactly the type to settle down, and it had taken him a while to make you his. It was still early days but you had a good feeling about where this relationship was heading, and who knew, maybe one day you’d be his old lady. Things with the club had been hard lately and you knew how stressed he had been, trying to balance his club life and his new life with you. You couldn’t wait to head over to the clubhouse and show him just how much you appreciated his efforts. You continued singing to the music as you drove, unable to shake your good mood. The last few weeks you’d been staying at Happys place. It was a small house, but big enough. You two hadn’t moved in together though, he was just helping you out after you’d had an argument with your flatmate. Plus, Happy spent most of his nights in the dorms at the clubhouse, or crashing at his mothers. So despite living in his house, he was barely there. You loved the small house, seeing all the little bits of Happy scattered around the rooms. He wasn’t much of a talker, and he was a hard person to get to know because of that. You loved finding little pieces of his childhood, an insight to who he was. Plus, his old photos scattered along the mantlepiece were pretty darned cute. The street was quiet as you pulled in and you turned your radio down slightly, not wanting to disturb the peace as you pulled into the drive way and hopped out of the car. You were still humming as you walked up the front steps and unlocked the door. With a swing of your hips you bumped the door closed behind you and continued walking to the kitchen. You dumped your bag by the floor and headed to the fridge to grab a beer. Usually you weren’t much of a drinker- during the day, at least. But today was an afternoon-beer kinda day, and there was no one around to judge you anyway. You took a long swig and placed the bottle on the counter before heading to the bathroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You walked out of the bathroom, towel draped around you and your skin still glistening and you headed back to the kitchen to finish the rest of your beer. You finished the bottle and grabbed another before heading to the bedroom to get changed. Fashion had never been a passion of yours. Sure, you liked to look nice but you weren’t bothered about the latest brands or the newest trends. Usually you wore jeans and a shirt- nothing too fancy. Yet today you felt different, and you knew you had a dress hanging somewhere in that wardrobe. You pulled the door of the wardrobe open and frowned as the door fell to the floor beside you. “Shit!” You crouched and looked at the door frame. The screws must of come loose on the hinges. It was an easy fix, and you knew Happy must have a screwdriver somewhere in the garage. You quickly rummaged through the hanging clothes and pulled out the white dress and pulled it on. It was a summery dress and it flowed around you as you walked back through the house. Your wet hair fell down your back and you ran your hand through it as you walked, shaking it out. The garage was seperate to the house and you headed to the door. You skipped down the front steps and headed to the garage. It was as you were walking along the side of the garage when you heard it. You stopped in your tracks and cocked your head towards the noise. What was that? It sounded like.. groaning. Muffled groaning. You went to take another step forward when you heard something drop from inside the garage. Your heart began to beat a little more rapidly and you gulped before you turned and silently headed back to the house. It was probably nothing, just a racoon or something. But being around the Sons had taught you to always be cautious. You walked silently back into the house and headed for the kitchen drawer. It was right where it had always been. You looked at the gun nervously, sitting at the back of the drawer, and with a shaky hand you lifted it. Of course you knew how to use it, but you had never been in a situation where you actually might have to use it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before lowering the gun to your side and walking calmly back through the house. You crept silently down the steps, your footsteps light, and you clutched the gun tightly in your hand as you walked back down the side of the garage. As you neared the door you could hear it again, the faint muffled groaning. You knew you should run. Run back inside and call Happy. But you didnt. You reached out gingerly and laid your hand on the door handle, closing your eyes once more. With another deep breath you opened your eyes and turned the handle, pushing the door open. You raised the gun and pointed it into the dark room, pointing right at the man standing in the centre of the garage. Only it wasn’t a stranger. It was Happy. It was Happy, standing in a blood splatter white singlet before a man, gagged and tied to a chair. Happy looked at you, his eyes wide and you dropped the gun to the side. The man in the chair groaned again, the gag over his mouth muffling the noise. His face was bloodied and you couldn’t help but notice the blood on Happys fists, and the angry, wild spark in his eyes. Neither of you spoke, you could only stare. You gulped and broke the eye contact, glancing around the room. You spotted a screwdriver on the bench and walked gingerly towards it. “I just needed this.” You said calmly, before walking out of the garage and closing the door behind you. Once outside you leaned against the garage, the cool wall pressing against your back. What the fuck?! Your heart was almost beating out of your chest and you took another deep breath before walking back into the house. With shaking hands you placed the gun back in the drawer and grabbed another beer out of the fridge. You sat at the kitchen table as your mind raced with a million thoughts as you stared at the bottle in your hands. You didn’t know what to think of what you just saw. You knew Happy did things for the club, bad things, and you were okay with it- mostly. But you didn’t expect to ever be confronted with his club business. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You were on your fourth beer when you heard his heavy footsteps walking up the front steps. Somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to lift your head but you could feel the his presence when he entered the room. He walked slowly to the table and pulled out a chair before sitting down opposite you. Silence hung heavily in the air and Happy reached out his hand and picked up the screwdriver sitting on the table. “I was going to fix the wardrobe.” You explained, breaking the silence. Finally you lifted your head and looked at him. His singlet was still splattered with blood but he had wiped his face. His eyes were dark and he looked at you intensely. “Whats wrong with the wardrobe?” Happy asked calmly. “The door fell off.” You answered. He raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly before placing the screwdriver back on the table. “(Y/n), I-“ “Its okay, Hap.” You interrupted. Happy sighed and stood, He walked around the table and stopped besides you, his strong arms reaching down to pull you up. You stood in front of him and smiled warmly. “The things I do for the club..I shouldn’t have done it here. Im sorry (y/n). I thought you’d be at work.” “I finished early.” You said with a shrug. Happy frowned and placed his hand on your cheek, lifting your head gently to meet your gaze. “Aren’t you scared?” Happy asked you, his voice gruff. You shook your head and smiled. “Just don’t do it inside, Hap. Bloods a bitch to get out of carpet.” Happy stared at you, shock and disbelief all over his face and you couldn’t help but laugh, which only seemed to startle him more. “Its okay, Happy. Honestly. I knew what I was getting into. Ive seen your tats, remember.” Happy nodded slowly and lowered his hands, placing them gently on your hips. “You wont have to see that again.” Happy told you. You nodded and reached up to kiss him softly. “Good. Now Ive got a door to fix. And you’ve got a half dead man in the garage to take care of.” You winked and pulled away from him, grabbing the screw driver off the table and you headed for the hallway. Happy grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him before crashing his lips down on yours. His lips moved with yours hungrily and you could taste the cigarettes on his tongue. Eventually he let you go and you smiled lovingly up at him before pecking his cheek and turning back towards the bedroom. “Y/n?” Happy called after you. You turned and glanced back at him, standing in his blood stained shirt. “You should wear a dress more often, little girl.”
“You look really pretty today.” The young prospect blushed, an armful of empty beer bottles for disposal cradled in his arms. The guys were really making him work for his patch. It was sort of comical.
“Thank you.” You replied, twisting back and forth in the bar stool you were seated on. The goofy grin on the prospects face fell quickly, and you knew that meant that Jax had found you. Sure enough, the blonde’s hand came to rest on the small of your back as he glared at the prospect.
“Beat it.” Jax growled. Slowly the prospect nodded, down casting his eyes as he turned to throw out the beer bottles he had collected. Jax’s lips found their way to your neck as both of his arms wrapped securely around your waist. “I hate that prospect.”
“You only hate him cause he flirts with me.” You teased.
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beat the hell out of Charlotte and Dana, since she has yet to face them? She
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