AN: So, here’s the next part. I honestly have no clue how long this is going to be, it’s flowing out of me, ok that sounds wrong but I mean, I just keep writing. Let me know if you guys are still even interested. This one is a little longer too.
Important Side note: There’s a possible trigger warning in this one? Talking about war and scars and shit like that. So if that bugs you you probably shouldn’t read. But enjoy!
Alley threw herself into a sitting position, panting loudly completely covered in sweat. She had yet another one of those horrid nightmares. One where she would try to do everything she would to save James from the mine, failing in the end. Some were worse than others, sometimes she’d wake right after the explosion, not having to see the damage that was done. But other nights, like this one, she stayed asleep even after the explosion being covered in the blood of the one she loved, being covered in metal from the blowback of the bomb. It was an awful experience, and that was one of the reasons she needed to let go of him. James needed to disappear from her conscious and subconscious. She couldn’t get a good nights rest anymore, it seems like they were lasting longer every time she tried to sleep.
She looked over at the alarm clock that sits on the bedside table. The glowing red numbers read 4:37 A.M. She laid back down angrily, heaving a loud sigh. This always happens. She goes to sleep late, not wanting to go to sleep in all reality, and then she wakes up way too early because of those stupid nightmares. Alley considered it the curse of the devil, she figured it was whatever higher being there is out there punishing her for her wrongs, all of the lives she took, all of the blood on her hands.
Throwing the blankets to the side she slipped out of the bed, stretching her arms out far and wide cracking her back in the process. A cold shower is what she needed right now, to shake the thoughts out of her head and bring her back down to Earth where there was stuff that needed to get done. Walking over to the bathroom, she looked into the mirror, giving herself a good look. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her forehead, neck and back from all of the sweat, her shirt was turned sideways from constantly rolling around in her sleep, and a new set a bright red scratches appeared on her forearms, most likely from during the nightmare. It wasn’t a new sight for her, in fact, it was a very common thing for her to see. She guessed she would scratch herself during the overly extended dreams, trying to get whomever is trying to pull her away from the devastating disaster off of her so she’d tear through her skin. Once in awhile they’d bleed, but that almost never happened.
Alley took her shirt off, letting it drop on the ground as she took another look into her reflection. She had scars covering her body. Bullet wounds that Filip sewn up, even some that she refused to have him sew up because there was a more important wound at hand, one that could be life threatening. She had burns covering body, some from going into burning buildings to save one of her brothers and some from when she was tortured. A chill is sent down her spine as her finger grazed across the cigarette burn on her hip from her captors that held her for nearly two weeks. She had knife wounds scattered from her torso to her legs, even some on her back. She had a cut on her left eyebrow from a grenade that cause a piece of metal to go flying at her face. Two years really fucked her up, leaving reminders of it all over her body. She had her hawk and grenade with the hawk holding the grenade in his beak tattoo on her right shoulder, she got that when she got home. Hawks fly alone, like Alley. And a grenade was the closest she could go as a reminder of her war without sending her into a full blown panic attack every time she looked at it. And then she had the date. The date everything went into a downward spiral, the date she lost him. Alley didn’t care that he was an abusive asshole that cheated. That didn’t matter. She lost him. She didn’t even know why she loved the man. But when he died, she got the day he passed behind her right ear. It was the least she could do.
She brought herself back into reality, taking her bra and panties off before turning on the shower and stepping in. The cold water ran down her body, cleaning away any residue of sweat on her body. This happened every single morning, she’d wake up from a nightmare, hop into a cold shower and feel better immediately. She opened up her shampoo, running it through her hair before washing it out, and doing the same with the conditioner, the suds running down her body and onto the ground.
To Alley, her shower was never finished until the thoughts from before were finally out of her head. It could last ten minutes, it could last an hour, she could never know. So after about a half hour of standing under the cold water, washing herself with her strawberry body wash, she was finally able to get out and start her day. She turned the knob until the water slowly came to a stop with only little drops coming out onto the ceramic shower floor. Reaching out of the shower she grabbed the white hotel towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking it into her cleavage to keep it up as he stepped out of the shower.
Walking out of the bathroom and into the bedroom Alley dried herself off, taking her time as she enjoyed the softness of the towel graze against her over-sensitive skin. Once finished she hung the towel over the door that led into the kitchen/living room, then she started getting dressed. Alley didn’t have many clothes to her name. She tried to keep everything she had to a few, making it easier to set up wherever she planned on going. She went into the top drawer grabbing out a pair of black boy-short underwear, and a black sports bra with her blood-red basketball shorts and a plain white tank top. Alley never was one to be feminine, she just wore whatever hid the most of her scars, but this hot, dry Californian summer weather was too much for her, she couldn’t walk around in sweats or jeans like she liked to, or long sleeve shirts with hoodies, she’d look crazy. So she made due, her thighs and stomach carrying the most wounds, so she was good for the most part, but she did still have plenty of wounds on her arms that would draw attention.
Shit, now she was starting to get in her head, making herself overthink like she does with everything. ‘No one is going to care about your scars’, she kept repeating to herself. She was finally done changing, and her hair was still damp as she looked back over at the time. 5:20 A.M. “At least it was a little more reasonable time to be up.” She mumbled to herself. Sighing, she walked over to the side of the bed that was now a mess from her sleeping in it and sat on the edge. He probably won’t be up, but it wouldn’t hurt to send him a text. That’s if the old man knows how to text. Alley snickered to herself at the thought. She grabbed her phone and the paper, looking at the number as she texted him.
-Hey Filip, I know you probably aren’t awake but let me know when you are. It’s Alley.
She put the phone into the pocket of her shorts and got back up. What is she gonna do today? She could go to a local Diner for breakfast, probably her best option. A run would feel good, but she’s already showered, does she really wanna get all sweaty just to shower again? Maybe tomorrow morning, but today she also wanted to hit up a store and stock up the fridge and the cabinets, get a little food in here. Then maybe she’d stop at Teller Morrow, hang around there and get to know more people before the party tomorrow night. She had a mix of emotions for this party. Alley was never one to party, she always kept to herself, but she would never turn down a drink. Maybe she would just chill out at the bar, stick with the people she knows. The boys seem pretty fond of her, liking her instantly. But what was up with that man? She still never found out his name. He stared at her throughout the whole night, watching her talk with the guys, play pool, drink. He just watched her.
Alley walked out into the kitchen and sat down and the extremely uncomfortable couch, propping her bare feet up on the coffee table just as her phone started to ring in her pocket, the with mix of the default ringtone and vibration which made sure she wouldn’t miss a call or text. She pulled the phone out looking at the caller ID. Filip. ‘Why was he up this early?’ She thought before answering it. “Rise and shine, old man. What got you up this early?” She teased with a grin on her face as she heard the scoff from over the line. “Aye, lass. I’m not old.” Filip defended himself. She just laughed. “I’m a pretty early riser, better question is why are you up love?” He asks her. She dragged a hand over her face and grunted. “Wanna get some breakfast?” Alley deterred the question instead, hoping he’d say yeah and then they could talk it over face to face. “Sure thing lass, text me the address?” He answered, she could hear him smoking through the phone. “Will do, see you soon Filip.” And with that she hung up, and texted him the address of the hotel before getting up to get her shoes on and grab her smokes, figuring she’d stand outside and wait for him and have a cigarette in the meantime.
Alley heard the bike before she saw it, her head straightening at the sound of a single roaring bike come around the corner and pull into the lot. She threw her cigarette on the ground, putting it out with the toe of her black sneakers. Filip backed into the parking spot, kicking out the kickstand but not turning the bike off. “Good to see you lass.” He greeted her rather loudly since he had to speak over the motorcycle next to him. He walked over to her pulling her into a hug, and she surprisingly hugged him back. Alley never liked hugs, too much contact for her, she’d take a good handshake or just a respectful nod instead. But this was different., Filip was like father to her, sometimes she hated it but for the most part she adored having someone gawk over her, and in a fatherly way, watching her grow, protecting her, and admiring the woman she’s becoming. She even liked him more than her own parents, and definitely more than her stupid guardian, but she would never admit that.
“Good to see you too Filip.” She reciprocated. He patted her shoulder before pulling back and looking at her. “You wanna ride with me, or take your beast.” He laughed as he nodded his head over to the two as he spoke. She shrugged. “Let’s take the bike. See what the big deal is.” Alley knew what the big deal was, but she said that to get a rise out of him, which she got. He took the helmet off of his head and tried to offer it to her. She kindly declined. “I think you need it more than I do old man.” Once again, she knew the guy wasn’t that old but it’s one of the things she could rely on to get under his skin every single time. He shook his head at her and put it back on his own head, throwing his leg over his bike. Alley got behind him, mimicking him as she felt the vibrations of the bike go through her body, so this was the thrill. Filip revved the engine before pulling off, exiting out of the crappy hotel parking lot.
By the time the two of them got to the diner, the sun was finally starting to rise which made the sky pink and blue, absolutely gorgeous. Alley got off first, sliding off the leather seat as Filip turned the bike off shoving the key into his kutte pocket. “I might have to get myself one of those.” Alley joked, throwing him a wink as she referred to the bike. It wouldn’t be too hard for her to load it into the back of her truck and strap it down when she drove around, or if she stayed, she could get a house and keep them both in the garage. But she was getting ahead of herself, she didn’t know if she was staying in Charming.
“So you saw what the big deal was.” Filip grinned at her as the two of them walked into the diner, opening the door for Alley. She walked in and nodded her appreciation. “I did, it seems like fun.” She tried to shrug it off as less than it actually was. It was so freeing to her, the ability to feel the breeze from all around. God that was just what she needed, something to free herself from everything. The waiter came up to them. “T-table for two?” He asked stumbling over his words, first looking up at the “intimidating biker” and then looking down at Alley. Everyone in the town knew to keep their distance from the Sons, and everyone tried their hardest, but when a son rolled into their store everyone would go quiet.
“Yeah.” Filip answers, his thick Scottish accent coating his words. The waiter gave a short nod, grabbing two menus before seating the two in a booth. Alley smiled in thanks before sitting down, he back against a wall like she always needed to do if she sat down in a restaurant. The waiter set the two menus down before standing there awkwardly, you could see the poor guys hands shaking as he pulled out his little notepad to take their orders for drinks. Filip nodded over to Alley, insisting she order first. “I’ll just take a coffee.” She told him softly trying to calm the waiter down a little. “I’ll have the same.” Filip said, his harsh tone ruining whatever she was trying to do. He nodded again before walking away.
Alley rolled her eyes at Filip. “Why were you so rude to the poor guy?” Her eyebrows knitted together as she leaned against the booth table with her arms crossed. He leaned back nonchalantly and shrugged. “Ah, I don’t know lass. Looked like it could be fun and it was.” He laughed as he spoke, a smile forming making his dimples pop out. She shook her head at him as the waiter came back with two hot coffees in hand putting them in front of the two. “Anything e-else I can get you two?” The waiter asked his voice trembling. “Not right now hun, we’ll let you know.” Alley answered softly before Filip could scare the kid anymore. He gave a short nod before walking away.
“So what’s got Alley up so early?” Filip inquired as he began to cream and sugar his coffee. She sighed, sipping her black coffee letting the hot, bitter liquid run through her body. “Another dream, I need to get rid of them Filip.” She rubbed her hand over her face, sighing as she put the coffee back onto the table. “They’re about James, right lass?” He asks he taking a sip of his own coffee. She nodded, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “I think when ye need to move on is to, well actually move on. Love, I know you can’t see it but ye got men dropping their jaws left and right at you. Go on a date, take one of them home. I know a particular fella that would love to take you out.” He grinned into his coffee before setting it down. Happy had his eyes on her since she walked in, and probably won’t forget about her easily.
She giggled and almost burned herself on the coffee as she thought of the guy he could be talking about. “That grumpy guy that kept staring at me last night?” She asked him, not knowing his name, and at something she said he almost choked on his coffee. “His name is Happy lass, and I think he fancies you.” He states, even though he knows damn well he does in fact have an eye out for her. If Hap knew he was getting in the middle of this he would kill him right here. “What’s his deal anyways? He has an odd vibe, I can’t read it.” Alley asks.
“He was originally from Tacoma, one of our other charters. He came to Charming often, to do a run or sometimes just to bullshit around with the brothers. He went Nomad for awhile before finally being patched over as a Redwood Original. He’s our current enforcer.” Filip explained to her, finishing off his coffee. He knew he was speaking a foreign language to her, and he knew that millions of questions about how the club works and runs were going to come up, but he didn’t mind. Filip hoped that if he explained things to her, made her feel like she knew what was going on around her, she might stay.
“Your what?” She asks him. He goes on to explain just exactly what Happy does for the club, how he got his name, more about the rest of the guys. Alley was truly intrigued by all of the information about the club, however Filip wasn’t going into too much detail since he couldn’t, club rules. But he talked about as much as he could. He began to tell her how he wanted to introduce her to Gemma, how he thinks that they’d have an indestructible bond. The more he talked, the more she thinks she’ll fit in rather well. They continued talking, ordering their breakfast eating and catching up on the years of lost time.
Request: Imagine your FWB with Happy and he gets jealous when somebody buys you a drink.
Request: Jealous Happy imagine with lots of smut.
His fingers slipped beneath your shirt and the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin. You moaned softly as he kissed down your neck, sucking only hard enough to leave a faint mark. “Happy,” You moaned. His lips became fiercer on your skin and he growled lowly at the mention of his name. He always knew how to make you melt under his touch. And you’d give anything to spend everyday locked away in a room, just you and Happy Lowman. But you couldn’t be late for work again. With a groan you pushed him off you. Happy stepped back, and his dark eyes met yours. “I’ve gotta go, Hap.” You whispered. You saw his jaw clench and you bit your lip before reaching up and you pecked his lips softly. “You’ll come back tonight.” Happy rasped. It wasn’t a question, you knew it was an order and you rolled your eyes. “Not tonight.” You said and reached down. You lifted your heels off the floor and slipped them on your feet before smoothing down your skirt. Happy stared at you, his face blank. “It’s girls night.” You explained further. Still, he didn’t respond. You rolled your eyes and lifted your handbag onto your shoulder. “Call me.” You said and pecked his lips once more before turning towards the door and walking down the hallway. You knew he was mad that you were blowing him off to hang out with your girlfriends tonight. But honestly, you were sick of being his booty call. For months now, you had been ‘friends’ with Happy. You knew he liked you and he knew you liked him. But Happy Lowman was stubborn when it came to dating. He was a cold hearted Killer, and he was convinced that if he let you into his heart and into his life you would be in danger. And so he kept you at a distance, his dirty little secret. You didn’t mind, not at first. But the longer this whole thing went on the harder it got, and the more you needed some type of commitment from him. You needed to go out tonight, with your friends and without Happy. You needed to clear your mind and just be free for a night. The morning air was crisp and you smoothed your hair down as you walked across the Teller-Morrow lot towards your car. It was Friday, so you prayed that your day at work would go fast and before you knew it you could be at the bar, vodka in your hand and you could forget about these feelings that were clouding your mind.
You could always hear her before you saw her. And even as the car sped down your street, you knew instantly it was her from the music booming through the windows. You had met Paige four years ago when you first moved to Charming, and since that very first day of knowing your best friend your life had never been the same. She was like a wild storm, and she knew how to bring out your bad side. Together, you always seemed to get yourselves into mischief. The tyres screeched as she pulled into your driveway and you laughed to yourself. With a quick glance in the mirror you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You walked out of your house and headed towards the car. “Oh hell no!” Paige yelled as she leaned out the drivers window, a cigarette in her hands as she eyed your appearance. “What?” You asked. “You are not getting laid dressed like that!” You laughed loudly and rolled your eyes. “Trust me, I can get laid. I’m just not looking for anyone tonight.” Paige eyes you suspiciously and blew out her smoke before she got out of the car. “Whatever you say, (y/n). But I am, and I ant go out with you looking like that.” You looked down at your black skinny jeans and your black tank. It was your classic outfit. Your go-to. You weren’t really into dressing up, but atleast you’d put heels on for tonight, and your hair was hanging loosely around your shoulders You thought you looked okay. Paige, however, thought differently and she reached into the backseat of her car and pulled out a rucksack. “Get back inside, bitch.” You laughed and turned around. Paige was crazy, but she was also stubborn and you knew there was no point in arguing. Plus, it might actually be fun to let her dress you tonight. After watching her rummage through her bag in your bedroom she finally pulled out a black dress. Your mouth dropped open when you saw it. “No way.” “Come oooooon (y/n)! Just for tonight!” Paige begged and clutched the dress to her chest, her bottom lip pouted out and her puppy dog eyes on full blow. “Nah-uh. It is WAY too short. I cant pull that off.” You said and crossed your arms. Paige said nothing but she shuffled towards you, and somehow her eyes got wider and her lip pouted further. She blinked rapidly at you and tilted your head and you sighed and raised your arms before dropping them to your sides. “Tonight. Only tonight!” You said sternly. Paige squealed and grabbed your arm, dragging you in front of the full-length mirror. She held the dress out in front of your body and you both tilted your heads to the side, trying to imagine your outfit. “You are gonna look so hot.”
You stepped out of the cab and smoothed down the dress, clinging to your curves snugly. “Thankyou!” Paige called to the driver and shut the door behind her before swinging her arm through yours. “You look great. Lets go!” She said excitedly. With a deep breath, you nodded and together you walked forwards and entered the bar. Paige had done a good job, you had to admit. Never in your life you had imagined that you would ever go out dressed like this. The black dress was skin tight, clinging perfectly to your curves and hugging your body til it stopped mid thigh. The sleeves hung off your shoulders, showing off your collar bones and your rounded cleavage. She had straightened your hair to perfection, and styled it so it hung around your shoulders and framed your face. She had even done your make up, ‘contouring’ and filling in your eyelids with different shades of silver and black, and the sharpest wing of eyeliner you had ever seen. It was completely different to your normal jeans and top kinda look, but even you had to say you looked pretty damned good. Clearly, you weren’t the only one that thought that, because as you entered the bar heads began to turn towards you both. You and Paige both looked at each other and smirked before striding to the bar arm and arm. “Ladies, what can I get for you?” The bartender asked. “Four vodkas.” Paige ordered and blinked her eyes flirtily with the man behind the bar. He winked and moved to grab the drinks and you both turned to survey tonight’s crowd. “Shotgun the blondie in the back.” Paige whispered and you laughed. You weren’t on the look out tonight, and you silently prayed that the rest of the girls would hurry up and get here so you had an excuse not to flirt with a random stranger. No one else could compare to Happy Lowman, but you couldn’t exactly say that. Your friends didn’t know about Happy, and you knew they wouldn’t be exactly pleased to hear of your involvement with him. Happy had a reputation, the whole club had a reputation, and your friends were.. different. They lived a pretty straight life, abiding by all laws, never stepping a toe out of line, married with kids kinda girls, and if they knew that you were with a Son, they would definitely not be pleased. In all honesty, you didn’t give a fuck what they thought. Happy was different to any other guy you had met in your life, and despite not being exclusive with him he always treated you right. Paige would probably be the only one that would approve. In fact, she’d probably ask if he had any single friends. But until you had a serious commitment from Happy, he was your little secret. “Holy shit! (y/n) you look hot!” You looked towards the door and laughed before twirling. Your friends whistled and laughed as they moved across the bar to join you. After hugging each other and they all got an eyeful of your outfit you all turned towards the bar. Tonight was just beginning.
Seven vodkas later and the music was flooding through the speakers. Laughter surrounded you as you swayed your hips to the music, your friends grinding to the beat beside you. You’d been at the bar for a few hours now, and now you were all on the dance floor. There were a few guys around you, trying to snake their hands onto your hips but you pushed them off overtime before stepping around them and moving closer to your friends. “Looks like you got an admirer.” Lana whispered to you. You laughed and raised your eyebrows at her, your body continuing to move to the music. “Hes been watching you.” She said and nodded across the room before winking at you and turning towards one of the guys nearby. You shook your head and ran your hand through your hair before scanning your eyes across the crowd. You scanned the faces across the bar, looking for the guy she was talking about. And suddenly you met his eyes. The same dark eyes you lost yourself in overtime you looked into them. The eyes of Happy Lowman. You gulped and stopped moving and a ghost of a smirk crossed his lips. His eyes never left yours and your heart was almost beating out of your chest. What was he doing here? He knew you were having a girls night. And how long had he been here, watching you? Your cheeks reddened slightly and you were relieved when Paige grabbed your arm. “I needa pee.” She whispered and dragged you away from the dancefloor. You glanced at Happy and she followed your gaze. “Damn girl. If you’re not keen, shotgun.” She winked and headed for the bathroom. You watched Happy twirl a toothpick between his lips and a slight shiver ran down your spine and you turned to follow your friend to the bathroom. The music was softer at the back of the bar and you leant against the wall across from the bathroom as Paige went inside. After almost a minute a shadow fell across you and you glanced up. Happy stood in the hallway, his dark eyes watching you and a smirk playing on his lips. “What are you doing here, Hap?” You asked and crossed your hips. Happy stepped closer to you and moved in front of you, his eyes running over your outfit. He leant towards you and placed his hands on the wall behind you, closing you in. “You look good, little girl.” He said, his voice low and raspy. A shiver ran down your spine once more and you bit your lip, unable to help the heat that was pooling within you. “You shouldn’t be here, Happy. Its girls night.” You told him sternly. He leant closer and you could feel his breath on your lips. “I wanted to see you.” He said and licked his lips. God, he know how to make you weak. But you could hear the water running as Paige washed her hands in the bathroom and you knew if she came out and saw you in this position, with Happy pressed against you, she would have endless questions. “You gotta go, Happy. Now.” You whispered urgently. A part of you wanted him to stay, to push you up against the wall and take you right there, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea. Happy smirked and leant closer and you looked up towards the ceiling. His hot breath lingered on your skin and he kissed your neck softly before moving to your ear. “I know you want me, little girl.” He whispered before pushing away from you suddenly and slinking back into the bar. You watched him go, leaving you breathless and you wanted nothing more than to go home with him right now. “Whats wrong with you?” Paige asked. “Huh?” You snapped back to reality and saw your best friend watching you curiously as she leant against the bathroom door. She laughed lightly. “Lets get another drink.”
Another hour had passed and you once again found yourself on the dance floor. However this time, you weren’t quite as carefree as before. The only thing you could think of was Happys dark eyes, watching you from across the room. Every now and then you would catch his gaze and you’d blush, suddenly feeling self conscious as you swayed to the music in the tight little dress. You were annoyed that he had shown up like this. He knew you were having a night out with the girls, and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it properly with him practically breathing down your neck. Every awkward minute that passed you seemed to be getting angrier. He thought he could just turn up and ruin your night, as if he had some kind of claim over you. When according to him, you were just ‘friends’. “Want another drink?” Lana asked you and you nodded. “Please.” You walked with your friend to the bar and you avoided looking into the area where Happy was sitting. You ordered another vodka and leant against the bar when you felt someone nudge against your shoulder. “Let me buy that for you.” You looked towards the voice. He wasn’t ugly, not at all. In fact, if your heart wasn’t taken by the Tacoma Killer you might actually consider dating this guy. “Thats okay. I’ll get it.” You said warmly. “Naw, lemme get it for you. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks.” You rolled your eyes and laughed and the guy tossed a bill on the counter for the bartender. “You wanna dance?” He asked you. You bit your lip. It was definitely one way to get back at Happy for turning up here. “Why not?” You grinned. The guy smiled back at you and grabbed your hand, leading you back onto the dance floor. Across the room Happy seethed with rage as he watched you move across the room with that jerk. His jaw clenched so hard that the toothpick in his mouth snapped in half. And on the dance floor you began to move.
The music was loud and you moved to the music, your hair falling freely down your back. The guy from the bar snaked his hands onto your hips and he began to grind in time with the music. A smirk played on your lips and you moved your body in sync with his. “You wanna get outta here?” He whispered in your ear. You laughed and shook your head. “Come on babe.” He whispered and his hands moved down you body and squeezed your ass. “No.” You said and moved his hands off you. The guy chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “You wanna play hard to get babe?” He asked and moved towards you. “Im not you’re babe.” You shoved him away and before you knew what was happening Happy stepped in front of you and swung his fist. It collided with the guys face and he fell to the floor. Happy knelt over him and muttered something that was too low for you to hear and then he turned and grabbed your wrist. He dragged you across the bar and outside and you followed him like a lost puppy. The door had just closed behind you when it opened again. “(Y/n)!? Are you okay?” Paige asked. Happy stopped and dropped your hand and he turned to watch you. “Yeah, Im fine babe.” You told your friend. She nodded slowly and looked between you and Happy. “You want me to take you home?” She asked. “I can take her home.” Happy said quietly. You glanced up at him before turning towards Paige. “Nah its fine. Thanks, though.” Paige nodded and turned back towards the door. “Call me in the morning, bitch.” She called and you both laughed before she walked back inside. Your silence fell away and you were left in silence, in the night air standing in front of the man you loved. His eyes burnt into you and you glanced up at him nervously. “Thank you.. for that.” You said quietly and looked away. Happy stepped closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and his hand reached out and lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You are mine.” He growled and kissed you fiercely. His lips pressed against yours only for a moment before he ripped them away and pulled you urgently to his bike.
His bike stopped in your driveway and in silence you both got off and walked towards the door. Neither of you spoke as you unlocked the door and he followed you inside. You walked to your bedroom, slipping your heels off on the way and Happy followed right behind you. You reached your bedroom door and opened it widely before striding inside. Happy followed you, his eyes never leaving you as he closed the door behind himself. He walked towards you slowly, the air burning with lust and you bit your lip as you looked up at him, knowing that it drives him wild. Without saying a word you stared up into those dark eyes and grabbed his tshirt, pulling him towards you and you kissed him desperately. His hands ran through your hair and down your body, only stopping once they reached your ass and he squeezed your cheeks roughly. You pull away from him and smile up at him playfully before licking your lips. “Were you jealous, Happy?” You cooed up at him. Happy growled. “You belong to me.” You frowned slightly and touched his stomach, feeling the ripped muscles beneath the fabric. “I thought we were friends.” You said and you slid your hand down his body, southwards until you were rubbing at the large bulge in the crotch of his jeans. A low rumble rose from deep within his chest and you smiled as a shiver ran over your body. His hand reached up and he grabbed a thick handful of your hair and gently tugged it back, arching your neck. “Do you want me?” Happy asked, whispering against your skin. His lips pressed gently against your neck and you moaned lightly. He pulled your hair slightly tighter around his fist. “Do you want me?” Happy repeated. “Yes.” You gasped. Happy growled and nipped at your neck and you gasped in surprise. He released your hair and his hands were at the bottom of your dress. In a swift movement he tugged the dress your body and lifted it over your head before tossing it to the floor. Happy growled as his eyes ran over your bare chest and he reached up and ran his fingers over your breast before he began to knead it roughly. You whimpered slightly, enjoying the slight hint of pain as he touched you and he studied you with his dark eyes, taking in every inch of your body. His hands left your breast and he yanked at your panties, letting them drop to the ground. AS you stepped out of them he spun you around and bends you over the bed. With two swift, practiced moves his jeans fell to the floor and before you could turn around he slid himself inside you, thrusting vigorously. Loud moans left your lips and your body shook against him. Happy smirked, pleased with himself, and he raked his nails down your back. A shrill cry of pleasure left your lips as he pounded inside you, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room Long, red welts appeared on your skin, from your shoulders to your waist and Happy watched with amusement as you clutched at the blanket, trying to find a hold so you can push back against him. You moaned loudly and Happy reached forwards and grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back. “Oh fuck!” You moaned and your walls tightened around him. “You like that, huh?” Happy growled and his hand slapped against your ass. You squealed and your walls squeezed him tighter. “Fuck, Happy!” You screamed and Happy growled as he looked down, watching himself enter you. His thrusts became more frequent and he slapped his hand against your ass once more. With one last moan you tightened around him as your body shook violently, and the warmth and pulsing from within you sent him over the edge. Happy released inside you with one hard, vicious thrust of his hips. He released your hair, allowing your head to fall limply forward. Both of your skin was beaded with sweat and the red lines down your back burnt slightly alongside the pink marks on your ass cheeks. He slid out of you and you collapsed against the bed and rolled over, grinning up at Happy. His breathing was heavy but his eyes glanced over you, full of admiration as he looked over your bare body, still glistening with sweat. “Not bad, Killer.” You said and Happy chuckled lightly. “You know your place now, little girl?” Happy said lowly and he sat on the bed besides you. “Friends, right?” You sighed. “(Y/n), I-“ “No, Happy. Its okay. I get it.” You sighed and got up. Happy watched you as you walked naked towards the bathroom.
You shut the door behind you and turned the water onto hot, letting the steam fill the room. A satisfied sigh leaved your lips as you step into the shower and the water touches your skin, relieving the built up tension in your muscles. You close your eyes and let the water wash over you, soothing you. When you open your eyes your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw a shadow fall across the glass shower door. Steam blocked your view but you knew it was Happy. You ignored him, reaching for your body lotion and you ran it over your body, lathering the soap over your skin. You turned towards the stream of water and you didn’t flinch when you heard the glass door open behind you. Happy stepped in and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you gently to face him. “All this,” He growled, gesturing to your naked body, “Is mine.” His lips crashed against yours, hot and wet. The water pored over the two of you and his lips slid along yours, hungrily taking all that he can and he thrust his tongue into your eager mouth. His hands moved from your shoulders to your damp hair, now clinic to your face. “I want you.” He growled, rubbing his hard erection across our stomach. You met his eye and smirked up at him playfully. “Then prove it.” You dared. Almsot instantly Happy pushed you up against the back of the shower, and got down on his knees. His hands grasped your thighs and spread your legs open, exposing your vulnerable core to him. Happy licked his lips eagerly as he looked over you. “This pretty little pussy is mine.” He gripped your ass and squeezed roughly before he pushed his tongue against you, licking along your pussy and circled your clit. You ran your hands across his head, pushing him against you eagerly and you heard him growl. He slid his tongue along your folds and he slid his tongue inside you, lapping at your wetness as his tongue rubbed against your walls. You threw your head back as a moan of pure pleasure escaped you and you squeezed your eyes shut. “Oh, Happy!” You whined. Happy growled against your pussy and slid his finger inside of you. “Say my name again. Tell me who you belong to.” His finger moved in and out of you rapidly as his tongue ran circles over your clit and you moaned loudly. “Happy! Fuck! Happy!” Your body trembled against the cold tiles and Happy lapped at your juices as you released. His lips left your pussy and you glanced down at him as he looked up at you. licking his lips hungrily. He stood and you bit your lip, leaning against the cold tiles as water ran smoothly over your body. “Fuck me, Happy.” You whispered. Happy smirked and ran his tongue along your neck before growling in your ear. “Beg for me baby. You’re all mine.” “Yes Happy. Im yours. Fuck me, Happy. I need you.” You breathed, caressing his wet face. Happy grabbed your waist and lifted you up, his biceps bulging as you wrapped your legs around his waist. In one swift movement he lined himself up and slid inside you. His thrusts were fast and hard and you tilted your head back as you moaned, your back pressed against the cool tiles. His hand moved up your back and grasped the hair at the nape of your neck and he thrust his hips into you sharply, making you gasp. You moan loudly as your body begins to quiver, overwhelmed with the pleasure shooting through your veins. “You’re mine, do you understand?” Happy growled, his lips against your neck. He pounded into you and you dragged your nails down his back, making him hiss. “Yes, Happy. Im yours.” You whined as his hips pounded into you. Your walls began to clench around him and you dug your nails in deeper,knowing that you couldn’t hold on for much longer. “Cum for me baby,” Happy said gruffly and you crashed your lips against his in a wet, hot kiss. You moaned against his mouth as shivers move over your skin and you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. “Happy!” You scream as an orgasm rocks over your body. Happy growled and thrusted into you, his hot seed spilling inside you. He rides out your high and you catch you’re breath, the water running over the both of you. Slowly he places you on the ground and you have to grab him for support, your legs weak. Neither of you spoke as you stared at each other, both of you panting heavily and you changed the water to cooler, needing to cool off. Happy traced his fingers over your skin and you shivered under his touch. His hand moved up and he cupped your face, and you pressed your lips against the cool metal of his rings. “I meant what I said, (y/n).” Happy said quietly. “Im yours.” You whispered. “Your mine.My old lady.” Happy said. Your mouth dropped open and you looked deep into his eyes, looking for any hint of a joke. But all you saw was sincerity and love and warmth fell over you. “I love you, Happy.” You whispered quietly, afraid to break the moment. But Happy smiled and wrapped his free arm around you, caressing your back. “I love you, little girl. But no more girls nights.” He said. You laughed and shook your head, a playful smirk crossing your lips. “Or what, Killer?”
*** Day 4 ✨ Happy’s voice is one of the most beautiful, sexy sounds there is. Not like y'all didn’t know that. ***
“Hey, you you seen my girl?”
Juice shook his head at Happy, looking around the clubhouse for you but like Hap, he’d come up empty.
“Sorry brother. Last I saw, she was with Gemma in the kitchen.”
Happy growled and kept walking around, searching through the bodies for you. He’s been looking for you for 10 minutes and still hadn’t been able to find you. As his eyes kept raking the crowd, he caught sight of your hair across the way. With pep in his step , he bounded over to you, his jaw clenching as he noticed the new prospect Ryan sitting with you. The prospect that he had caught on multiple occasions staring you down, his eyes glazed over with hunger. The prospect that he’d already warned you to stay away from. Happy pushed his way through people, not bothering to say excuse me. When he finally broke through the crowd and was standing in front of the both of you, it was only then that he realized the prospect had his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, his thumb gently grazing your hair. Happy knew it would’ve been any second that he would’ve made the move and slid his arm down around your shoulders.
Happy’s gravelly voice is what pulled you out of the conversation you were having with Ryan. You smiled immediately as your eyes landed on him but he didn’t return the gesture, his eyes on fire as they stared Ryan down. You stood up and kept your smile, reaching for Happy’s hand to soothe him. You just wanted to diffuse the situation.
You slipped your hand into his but he made no move to hold yours, his fingers staying limp.
“What have I told you about going after my girl?”
You sighed and closed your eyes, knowing there was no way the prospect would get out of this. You knew you should’ve tried to get somewhere else when Ryan had sat next to you but Hap had been too busy talking with his brothers at the bar to pay any attention to you the whole night. Ryan was young and confident, bordering on cocky. He’d made plenty of insinuations that he believed you were too good for Happy and if you were being honestly you really didn’t like the guy. He was just something to pass the time with until Hap noticed you. Ryan didn’t see it that way though. He shrugged and stood as well, his hands hanging loosely at his sides.
“We were just talking. Nothing wrong with having a chat with a friend.”
“I told you to stay away from her.”
“Yeah well, I don’t see a ring on her finger and she doesn’t have your crow either. Is she really even yours? She seems open to me.” Happy’s left hand wrapped around your waist and pulled you to the side while his right swung out, clocking Ryan right in the jaw. The kid dropped down to the floor, unconscious. The people closest to the altercation took a quick glance then went back to their business but Happy’s eyes were trained on you. You felt small under his gaze and immediately looked down to your shoes.
He snorted and you winced, trying to grab for his hand again. He yanked it out of your reach though and instead tightly wrapped his fingers around your forearm, dragging you off through the crowd. You struggled to keep up with him, your feet shuffling quickly to match his angry strides as he pushed past people and made his way toward the dorms. When you finally broke through, he pushed you in front of him towards the door to his room.
You looked back at him to plead your case but his hand reached out and shoved you forward again.
“Now little girl.”
You bit your lip and nodded, grasping the handle and twisting, walking into his dorm. He was right behind you, pushing you once more and slamming the door behind him, the sound of the lock clicking and making you gulp. You knew you were in for it now.
As soon as he was facing your again, he stared you down. You hung your head, trying to avoid his eyes but he put a stop to that quickly, grasping your face in his hand, your cheeks squished together as you were forced to look up at him.
“What did I tell you about hanging around that fucking prospect?”
You hesitated for a second but his grip tightening in your cheeks made you speak.
“And what do you do? You go and spend the night with him on the couch, letting him sweet talk you. Letting him think he has a chance with you.”
You don’t get to finish as he’s got his hand around your forearm again, except this time he’s dragging you to the bed. He sat down himself, right on the edge as he reached forward, pulling you to stand between his legs. He wasted no time in sinking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, yanking them both down your legs at once. He left them pooled around your knees and roughly pulled you over his lap. A shiver went down your spine as you knew what what coming next.
“Please daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”
“It’s too late for that little girl. You should’ve thought about it before you went and disobeyed me.”
You nodded and left it at that. Truth was, you loved Happy’s spankings. They were rough and harsh and caused just the perfect amount of pain to have you soaked with arousal and needing him desperately. You’d actually secretly been hoping to get caught by him tonight in hopes that you would get punished.
A light whimper left your lips as you felt his rough but warm hand slide over the crow tattooed on your lower back then over your ass. He was being gentle but you knew that was all part of the game. He’d be soft and gentle at first, somewhat relaxing you so that the first spank had an even more pronounced effect.
“You’re such a bad fucking girl, entertaining other men. You didn’t even bother telling him you had my crow. You’re mine.”
The gasp ripped through your throat as his hand came down, a loud crack resonating through the room. You caught your lip between your teeth just as the next one came, landing right in the exact same spot. You squirmed around but your jeans formed a restraint in your legs and you couldn’t help but think that that was why Happy had left them on in the first place. His hand ran over the slowly growing red mark and soothed the sting but your mind was focusing on the feel of his cock starting to poke into your tummy as you lay across his lap. It was tough to say who enjoyed these spankings more, you or him. You were betting on yourself though.
His hand came down again and you couldn’t help the low, needy moan that fell from your lips.
You reluctantly shut up but shifted your hips, unable to contain yourself. Happy noticed the movement and slid his hand between your thighs, spreading your legs before sliding a finger between your slick lips.
“You love this shit don’t you?”
You moaned in response but Happy wasn’t having it. His hand slipped down into your hair and he pulled your head back, his voice growling into your ear.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes daddy. I love it.”
With that, he let your hair go and slipped a second finger into you, stretching you.
“If I see you talking to him again…”
“I won’t. I promise.”
You couldn’t see it but he nodded and landed one more smack to your ass before he pulled you to sit up and stand. You looked down at him with desperation, waiting for him to tell you what to do next. He said nothing though, simply stood as well and gripped his kutte, beginning to slid it off of his shoulders.
“On the bed. Hands and knees, little girl.”
You grinned and nodded, pulling off your pants the rest of the way and climbing on the bed.
Here you go my lovelies. 10,000+ words! This one took longer than expected because I just couldn’t stop writing. For some reason this entire fic is in the third person. I don’t know why. It just didn’t feel right when I tried to write the OC in the first person.
They all sat around the chapel’s table, voting on their
latest retaliation efforts. Lee counted the unanimous ‘Yay’ and slammed his
gavel down on the table. The men began to murmur, agreeing with the measures to
be taken and thrilled to get to drinking. It was Friday after all.
“Wait!” Lee stood up, gesturing to the group to wait.
They all turned their attention to him, “I hired a new bartender. Be nice.”
A few eyebrows raised at his announcement. They knew
about the bar being short staffed, but they didn’t think he’d been in the
market for more employees. Needless to say, the boys were intrigued. He’d never
warned them to be nice before. He thought about the woman he hired. She was far
from timid, but she’d be a shock to the rest of the boys. They definitely
wouldn’t expect her to be standing behind their bar, doling out the shots.
hiding behind the sofa.” “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” “How is
my wife more badass than me?”
Badass Mrs. Lowman
“Mornin’ Reaper” I heard from the hall, I was
currently reading a book at the sofa eating some fruit. Happy coming to sight a
few seconds later.
“Good morning, Mrs.
Lowman” he said
with a groggy voice, giving me a soft kiss before stealing a piece of fruit
from my bowl.
“Hey” I said playfully, smiling widely at
my man “Are you going to be out all day
today?” I asked and he nodded with a growl “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be at my mother’s today” I said
“Say hi to your mama
from me” he said
giving me a kiss “Stay safe my love, let
me know if anything happens” I kissed him goodbye before continuing reading
my book, I carried on with my day cleaning the place before heading out to my
mother’s but while I was getting ready I got a call from my mom saying she was
meeting up with a few friends she hasn’t seen in years so I quickly hang up not
wanting to listen to the whole story of each women I have never met before.
The day was normal so far, I was enjoying
myself with a cup of wine when I heard a loud noise coming from the back of the
house, I turned around to pick up one of the many guns hidden around the house
and I walked to the back looking at Reaper who quickly ran to hide behind one
of the sofas “coward” I said softly to the German Shepherd.
I saw the backdoor’s knob start to move and I
ran to one of the closest rooms to shot the person as soon as I saw them, a
young boy came into my sight and I quickly hit him with the back of the gun to
try and bring him down, I noticed the familiar kutte as soon as the body hit
“Hap” I said quickly gripping the phone
in my hand “I think I just killed a
prospect” Happy told me he would be home soon so I just looked expectantly
to the prospect to show a sign of being alive and the young man started moving
quickly getting up looking at me with fear in his eyes.
please, don’t shoot me” he said and I looked at him like if he was crazy then remembering the
gun in my hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry” I said putting it away “Can you explain to me what are you doing
“Happy sent me to get
one of his tattoo guns” he said with a stutter and I nodded, before moving to the kitchen and
taking him a glass of water then I heard the familiar sound approaching.
“Darling?” he said entering the place and
looking at the young guy drinking a glass of water “What the hell happened here?” he said “And where the hell is the dog I bought to protect this place?”
“She’s behind the sofa” I said biting my nails “I’m sorry I hit the prospect, he came from
“I thought you were at
your mama’s” he
said and I nodded
“She had other plans”
“Sorry about scaring
you ma’am” said the
prospect making us both remember his presence.
“No worries” I said quickly dismissing him “The gun is on the room at your left, first
drawer” I said and the prospect nodded before walking to the room.
“You took him out just like that?” said Happy looking at me. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
he said and I laughed slightly before giving him a kiss.
“Please if you are going to send prospects to
get things tell me”
I said and he nodded kissing me once again.
Request: Imagine co-parenting with Happy after you break up from Happys infidelity.
“What do you mean you don’t have your schoolbag?” You demanded as you walked around the dining table, wiping the surface with a cloth as you went. “I don’t have it mama.” Your daughter answered. “Where is it?” You asked and turned to your daughter, a spitting image of her father and you laid your hands on your hips. She shrugged, letting her dark brown curls fall off her shoulders. “It’s at daddy’s.” She told you as she looked up at you through thick lashes. You sighed and tossed the cloth towards the kitchen sink and wiped your hands on your jeans. “How many times have I told you to bring it home, Harley?” She smiled, almost smugly, and shrugged again. You rolled your eyes and reached out, ruffling her soft hair before turning her towards the front door. “Come on, we’ll have to grab it on the way or you’ll be late.” You grabbed the car keys off the counter and shuffled your daughter towards the door. You had never been a morning person, and lately you had been fighting to keep your cool as you got Harley ready for school. Especially because she had started to make a habit of leaving things at her dads house every time she stayed there. She was only six, but she was smart and you couldn’t help but feel she did it on purpose. Co-parenting had never been part of the plan. God, back then everything had been so perfect. You were his old lady and he was your old man and he had been so happy when he found out he was going to be a dad. Even the rest of the boys had been in shock by how much Happy Lowman was smiling for almost your whole pregnancy, especially when he found out he was having a little girl. He was a good father, he had spent all his spare time with her and he had even cut back on his involvement with the club. But that hadn’t stopped things turning bad. Harley was four years old when you broke up. The ‘What happens on a run stays on a run’ rule had gone out the window when that blonde whore had turned up at the clubhouse and your heart had been left broken and shattered on the floor. He had always been faithful to you, at least so you thought but he had admitted to sleeping with the girl when they had gone on a run the month before. It hadn’t been an easy decision to walk away but you knew you couldn’t be with a man that couldn’t be faithful to you. You had loved him, God how you had loved him. Deep down you still did, but your mother had raised you to know you deserved better than to be cheated on and so you had taken your daughter and left. Of course you still let him see her. You had grown up without a father and you never wanted the same for your daughter. You hadn’t bothered going through the courts, you knew Happy wouldn’t fight you and you didn’t want him to. He saw Harley every week, she’d stay with him on the weekends and you’d have her on the weeknights while she was at school so her routine wasn’t disturbed. But Happy still came over at least once a week to have dinner with her and you loved watching the two of them together. She had his eyes, and his smile and your heart melted every time you looked at the two of them giggling together. Harley Lowman was definitely the love of Happy Lowmans life.
The lot was empty apart from the row of bikes when you pulled in. It was still early and you silently prayed that there wouldn’t be crow-eaters scattered over the floor when you walked in. You parked in your usual spot and jumped out before letting Harley out of the car. She hopped out happily and practically dragged you to the clubhouse doors. She was a daddys girl and she could never hide her excitement to see her father. It used to make you jealous but now you were used to it and honestly you were happy they had such a good relationship. “Hurry up ma!” She cried and you rolled your eyes and pulled the door open. She dropped your hand and ran inside, heading straight for the dorms and you followed behind her slowly. It was always a familiar sight and it always made you nostalgic when you walked into the clubhouse. You had so many memories here and it would always feel like home to you, but that part of your life was behind you. Thats what you had to keep reminding yourself. You weren’t an old lady, not anymore. You were just the mother of a members child, simple as that. The place was quiet but you were thankful you didn’t see the remains of another wild SAMCRO party. As you entered the hallway you saw Harley banging on her fathers dorm room door and you couldn’t help but smirk at the excited grin on her face. You walked closer and leant on the opposite wall. After only a moment the door opened and your breath caught in your throat when you saw him. Happy opened the door in only his boxers, his ripped stomach exposed and he wiped his eyes sleepily. You gulped as your eyes ran down his toned muscles and his intricate tattoos. You could never deny that Happy was sexy as fuck. “Daddy!” Harley cried and hugged his legs tightly. Happy smiled and ruffled her hair before lifting her into his arms. “Morning baby girl.” He said quietly, his voice husky. He looked at you and nodded his greeting. “She left her schoolbag.” You explained. Happy stepped back and gestured for you to enter the room and you stepped past him. The room was the same as it always was, everything in its place and the faint smell of leather. Happy followed you into the room and walked to the desk, Harley still in his arms and he reached down and grabbed her pink school bag off the floor. “This is becoming a habit.” Happy said to his daughter. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into him. Happy smirked and looked towards you. “I’ll make sure she brings it home next time.” “Thanks.” You smiled back. “We should get going.” “No!” Harley yelled. Happy raised his eyebrows and pulled back from his daughter so he could look at her. “You gotta go to school,” He told her sternly. Harley stuck her bottom lip out and fluttered her eyelashes. You shook your head but couldn’t help the smirk from forming on your lips. She might be like her father but she definitely got the pouting techniques from you. Happy put her down and ruffled her hair once more. “C’mon. Listen to your mom.” You held out your hand and reluctantly she took it. Happy handed you the schoolbag and you smiled at him thankfully. “See you tomorrow for dinner?” You asked. “Wouldnt miss it.” Happy said. Harley glared at both of you and tugged on your hand. She always got grumpy when she didnt get her way and you both laughed. “Say bye to your dad.” You told her. “Bye daddy.” She said grumpily and Happy waved back, a smile on his face as he watched you both walk out the door.
It was just after lunch and you had almost made it through the stack of paperwork your boss had left on your deck when you heard a knock on your office door. You looked up and smiled at the receptionist as she poked her head through the door. “Theres someone here to see you,” Lara told you. “Send them in.” You said with a smile and took a sip of coffee. The door opened wider and you almost spat the coffee back into the cup when Happy walked into the office. He closed the door behind him and looked at you, an amused look on his face. “What are you doing here, Hap?!” You asked and stood. “You weren’t answering your phone.” He said with a shrug. “My battery died.” You told him and smoothed down the pencil skirt you were wearing and you stepped out from behind the desk. “Is there something I can help you with?” “We gotta go to school.” He said casually and leant against the wall. A toothpick sat between his lips and he twirled it across them as he looked at you. “Is Harley okay?” You asked as concern filled you. “She got in a fight.” Happy told you and you could almost detect the pride in his voice. “What?!” You practically yelled. She was six years old! What on earth could she be fighting over?! You stepped behind your desk and grabbed your handbag and slung it over your shoulder hastily. Happy watched you as you rushed around grabbing your things and although his face was blank his dark eyes were filled with amusement. “Lets go!” You said and rushed towards the door. Happy stood straight and followed you, strolling casually through your workplace while you practically ran. “You wanna ride?” Happy called to you as you pushed through the doors to the car park. You turned back to him, one eye brow raised. “In this skirt? No way.” You rummaged in your handbag for your keys and Happy smirked as he walked to his bike. Finally you reached your car and you quickly started it and wound down the window. The roar of Happys bike filled the quiet street and for a moment you wished you had taken him up on his offer. You missed riding on the back of his bike, the wind blowing through your hair as you clung to him. But that life was behind you now, you reminded yourself. Plus, it probably wasn’t a good look to turn up to your daughters school on the back of a bike. Happy pulled into the street and you followed him, driving quickly to the school.
“You gonna tell me what that was all about?” Harley ignored you and walked into her room, dragging her school bag behind her as she went. You sighed and leant against the wall. She had been sulking all afternoon, and she hadn’t said a word in the car on the way home. The principal had told you and Happy that Harley had gotten into a fight with a girl in her class, and she had started it but neither of you were sure why. She wasn’t hurt, neither of the girls involved were but you couldn’t help but be concerned. Your daughter had never acted violent before and you couldn’t imagine what could cause her to react like this. The familiar roar of a bike echoed through your street and you opened the front door, waiting for him to pull in. You watched as he pulled into your drive, cut the engine and swung his leg over his bike before walking towards you. “She say anything yet?” He asked you. You shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest. Happy neared you and he reached out to squeeze your shoulder. “Mind if I try?” “Go for it.” You said and stepped aside so he could enter your house. He walked softly across the carpet and headed straight for Harleys room. You followed slowly but you didn’t enter. Instead you leant against the wall, deciding to let him speak to her alone. Inside, Happy knelt next to the bed where his daughter was curled up and he stroked her hair gently. “What happened?” He asked softly. Harley sat up and grabbed her favourite soft toy and squeezed it to her chest, but she still didn’t say anything. Happy continued to stroke her hair slowly. “You wont be in trouble, but you need to tell us what happened.” Harley turned to her father, her dark eyes filling with tears. “She said we weren’t a real family.” Harley said. Her voice was quiet but you could still hear her and you bit your lip. “She said we would never be a real family because you and mommy don’t love each other.” Outside the room your heart broke as you heard the sadness in your daughters voice and you couldn’t help but feel tears fill your own eyes. Happy wiped the tears from Harleys cheek before he spoke. “Thats not true, baby girl.” Happy told her. “We will always be a family.” “I love you, Harley and I love your mommy. I always will.” Harley looked at her father. “Do you promise?” She asked. “I promise.” He told her and kissed her forehead. Harley smiled and lay down on her pillows. It had been a big day for her and she was exhausted. Happy sat with her, stroking her hair til she fell asleep before he stood quietly and left the room. He closed the door quietly behind him and he stood in the hallway, opposite you. “You hear all that?” He asked you quietly. You nodded and met his gaze. “(Y/n)..” Happy said, “Do you love me?” You scoffed. “Of course I love you, Hap. That was never the problem.” His jaw clenched and he stepped closer to you. You stared into his eyes, the same familiar darkness you had looked into so many times before and your heart began to beat faster as his hands reached towards you. His fingers gently grabbed the fabric of your shirt and he lifted it up to show his crow you had had tattooed on your hip so many years ago. His finger traced over the design and you gulped. “Ive done a lot of things in my life, (y/n). A lot of bad things. But theres only one thing i regret.” His words echoed through you and you couldn’t help but place your hands on his chest, clutching at his leather. “I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you. But I want you, (y/n). I want you back.” You couldn’t deny the way you felt about Happy. You had always loved him and as he stood before you, vulnerable and close enough to kiss that desire took over you. His jaw clenched again and just like that you lost it. You crashed your lips against his and his arms wrapped around your waist, holding him to you tightly. A moan left your lips as he ran his tongue along your lower lips and you pulled him closer to you. “Are you sure?” He asked you between kisses and you smiled against his lips. You pulled back from him and grabbed his hand, dragging him as you walked backwards towards your bedroom. “Im sure, daddy.”
I AM BACK AND WITH A VENGENCE. I’ve combined 2 requests for this one. @la-reina-asesina (you beautiful soul, you) gave me the song inspiration and an Anon (the loveliest of the loveliest) gave me the general idea for a plot. Love you and thank you both for these amazing requests.
WARNINGS: Adult language and adult content (it definitely gets smutty towards the end)
Every Friday night was the same. The same music, the same
booze, the same girls, the same party. It never changed. These boys were a
predictable bunch. That was how I knew exactly which two Sons were now trapping
me between their sides. I didn’t need to glance sideways. It was always the
same two men. It was like they were addicted to me. They never left me alone.
They always gravitated back towards me. Even with all these Crows around. I
never understood it. I never gave them a reason to follow after me. I never got
caught up with either of them, or any Son for that matter. I was a friend of a
friend. A woman who liked to party, drink and laugh. That was about it.
Request:Can you please
write an imagine about being Happy’s old lady and him coming home to find you
in pain and not knowing what to do.
alarm clock woke me up that morning, which made me growl before turn it off. That meant my old man wasn’t home or I would have waked up with his kisses and hands caressing my body. I rolled in bed just to
look at Happy’s empty side of the bed, cold sheets telling me he had left early to handle
another club business.
we started to date, people warned me that Happy Lowman lived only for his club
and his mother, no women had made him settle down or cope with his absences to
deal with club business. Wake up alone was supposed to bother me, but I didn’t
because we proved people were wrong. I knew the club was his life and I didn’t try to interfere of change that; and Happy was devoted to me, more than people would ever
was coffee still warm in the kitchen and I smiled at this little gesture from
my old man. He was taking care of me even when he wasn’t at home. I was ready
to start cleaning the house when I felt a sting on my side. Pain made me lean
forward and breathe heavily. It ended quickly and I thought everything was fine,
it had been just a weird thing. However, as I did the chores during the morning,
I felt that sting a few more times and by lunch hour it had turned into a light pain.
took a painkiller, thinking it would help, but it didn’t and at the end afternoon
I was curled up in bed, feeling like someone was stabbing my side. I couldn’t
find a comfortable position and was feeling nausea. I almost
cried of relief when I heard Happy coming home.
he called out, his tone telling me he had a good day.
I cried out, which alarmed him, the thuds of his boots quickly coming to find
Happy rushed to me and knelt by the side of the bed, creasing his brow, “What
happened”, I said, my voice muffled as I hid my face on the pillow, feeling
another strong sting, “It’s hurting”
he inquired and I put my hand over my side. Happy lifted my shirt and looked
for any wounds I guessed. He pressed his hand over my body and I hissed at the
pain, “Did you take any med?”
painkiller”, I growled, “But it didn’t work”
long ago? Do you want another one? Maybe a hot compress?”, he blurted question after
question and I glanced at him, my old man getting lost watching me in pain.
think I should go to the hospital”, I mumbled. Happy knew how much I hated
hospitals. He just nodded and
followed my orders. He gave me my shoes and purse before carry me to the car.
He probably passed through one or two red lights but I didn’t complain, closing my eyes
until we get to the hospital.
carry me inside and held my hand as we waited, “Everything will be fine little
girl”, he whispered, kissing my forehead, “I’m here”. I looked up at him and smiled;
he had the usual stoic face, but I could see he was scared.
finally left the hospital hours later and I was medicated, with a prescription in my hand and an appointment scheduled for next morning. I had a kidney stone that needed to be removed as soon as possible. Doctor had said I would be
fine for the night, but Happy was still creasing his brow, worried. He took me
home and carried me to the bedroom, though I had said I could walk.
can do it myself”, I protested as Happy tried to help me put on my pajamas. He
just growled, telling me to lift my arms so he could slip the shirt on. I laid
in bed and rolled my eyes as he walked around bringing more pillows, blankets,
water, medicine and warm compress, “I don’t need all this, I just want to sleep”
just want you to get better”, Happy said, getting under the sheets.
you big fluffy bear”, I laughed, cuddling up with him.
he pulled back, raising an eyebrow at me as I had lost my mind.
worry, your secret is safe with me”, I winked and wrapped an arm around him,
getting comfortable to sleep.
bear”, Happy huffed, putting his arm around me. I smiled, feeling better
and safe in his arms.