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All She’ll Ever Need to Hear

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on the Quote Prompt Meme #’s 99 and 47. I’m sorry it took me so late to write this! This imagine is rated T+ for language.


All She’ll Ever Need to Hear

She vibrates with anger as she stands in the middle of Happy’s dorm room. The blood is fresh on her lips, her knuckles screaming and when she feels the tears starting to burn at her eyes she blinks furiously. She’ll be damned if she’s going to cry. Not now.

“What the fuck was that?” Happy’s voice growls from behind her and turning she finds him, blood smeared on his white shirt, but before she can answer he’s taking her face in his hands turning it side to side, eyes narrowing on her injuries. “Stupid…”

“Excuse me?” she demands when she leaves her to root out the first aid kit.

“You heard me,” he snaps, “Luann’s girl is a mess…”

“Bitch is lucky I didn’t kill her,” she hisses when he pushes her down to sit on the end of the bed. He works quickly, all the while muttering under his breath and by the time he’s done she’s calmed down considerably.

She knows she should say something, she just doesn’t know what.

“Happy…” she says reaching for him but he shakes his head as he pushes to his feet.

“Go home,” he growls as he stalks to the bathroom, “we’ll talk about this later.”

::

Every minute that passes, her nerves build. She knows Happy’s pissed. He has every right to be, even she doesn’t know what the hell she was thinking starting a brawl in the middle of the clubhouse on a Wednesday, she just couldn’t help it. She was finally pushed over the edge.

She snapped.

It couldn’t be helped.

Happy’s bike roaring into the driveway pulls her from her thoughts, and counting the steps of his boots she tries to drum up a smile for him, but when she sees the look on his face she knows it isn’t something that can just be laughed off.

He makes no eye contact as he shrugs out of his Cut hanging it by the door, and when he drops heavily onto the bench in the hall, head in his hands she wonders how bad it is.

“Happy…” she draws close to him and slowly he raises his head finally looking at her. “You’re still mad, I get it. I do. But you just don’t understand. If you heard what they were saying you’d understand.”

“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!” Happy explodes and she winces. “People talk shit babe, especially the crow eaters! It’s never bothered you before.”

“It’s always bothered me Happy! What kind of person wouldn’t be bothered by the constant whispers, and rumors? I was just really good at hiding it, but I couldn’t take it anymore…”

“So what? Are you just going to fight a different crow eater every day? If so we’ll have to update the first aid kit, maybe make sure Tara has some time set aside to clean your ass up.”

“You don’t get it Hap,” she says shaking her head, throat constricting as she stares at him. “When I picture myself happy, it’s with you, but I don’t know where you stand, and hearing the girls who hang around the clubhouse talking about the things you used to do with them…it’s hard. I know you have a past. I have a past. I don’t care about that but being in this constant state of limbo with you….”

Her words are cut short when Happy swoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder.

“Happy, what are you doing?” she asks the air coming out on a ‘whoosh’ when he drops her onto the bed. He pulls his shirt over his head and snagging her ankle he gives a yank until she’s flat on her back with Happy straddling her waist. He holds her arms above her head by her wrists, staring down at her.

“I’m not one for words,” he says teeth scraping down her throat, just the way she likes it. “You’re all I want, and I have all night to show you.”

::

She lays exhausted with an arm hanging off the bed, her chest heaving. She’s thoroughly exhausted and when she looks over she finds Happy sound asleep and though he may not be a man of many words, his actions tell her everything she will ever need to hear.

Black Sheep Part 3

Happy watched the woman rush off, leaving her smashed danish and spilled coffee cup on the ground. Picking them up, he tossed them into the trash can, he had a change of plans and went into the coffee shop.

XXX

“Dr. Hale, there’s some one here to see you!” I walked out of an exam room after discharging the patient. Going to the nurse’s station I was surprised to see Happy standing there.

“Happy?” He handed me a bag, and a cup of coffee.

“Since I made you drop your breakfast and coffee.”

“Thank you.” He nodded his head, walking away. I took a sip of the coffee expecting it to be just a plain ordinary coffee. He had gotten me my favorite drink a caramel maacchiato, opening the bag there was a blueberry danish. 

“Who was the hottie?” Kay asked, she was a nurse.

“I ran into him, literally this morning and dropped my coffee and danish. He brought me a replacement.”

“Does coffee and danish have a name?” 

“Happy.” I smiled as I said his name. Apparently my taste for bad boys hadn’t gone away. He was trouble with a capital T, I knew I needed to stay away from him.

Kay smiled at me. “Do you have a crush on him?”

I shook my head, picking up a chart, I went into another exam room to see another patient. Leaving my coffee and danish by my computer at my desk.

XXX

David stopped by later, inviting me for a family dinner at Hale manor. I laughed and asked him if he had permission to invite me. He made his usual annoyed face at me, but didn’t answer.

I didn’t make any promises, truth was I didn’t want to be in the same room as my father and brother Jacob. As I was leaving the hospital, I decided against the family dinner.

Stopping at the store, I grabbed some groceries so I’d have something for dinner. Leaving the store Jacob was leaning against my car.

“Baby sister, you are coming to dinner tonight.”

“No, I’m not.” I start putting my groceries in the car. He grabbed my wrist, applying pressure, I thought he might snap in in two.

“Yes, you are. I need your help.” We both turned at  the sound of my name being called. Jacob released my wrist walking away, Gemma was walking towards me.

“Everything okay baby.”

I rubbed my wrist, I already knew it was going to bruise. “I’m fine.” Plastering a smile on my face, I looked at her. “Why do you ask?”

“That looked intense.”

“Just a brother sister disagreement. It was nice seeing you again, I have to go.” I climbed in my car leaving. There was no way in hell, I was going to let Jacob bully me into anything. I drove home, pulling my car into the garage, I carried my groceries inside. Making sure the house was locked tight, I started to relax.

XXX

Gemma called Jax the minute (Y/N) left the parking lot. “Baby, I think (Y/N) is being threatened by her family.”

“How?”

“Come over for dinner tonight, and I’ll explain.” 

Request: 7 minutes in heaven

Request: can you write seven minutes in heaven with Juice? / Heyyyy please do one in which reader and juice are in high school and they play 7 mins in heaven

Two requests in one and sweet cute young Juice 😍

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: underage fluffy (I thought I should warn you, maybe someone might not like it, I don’t know)

Originally posted by ostucky

“It will be fun!”, your friend Anna squealed, jumping in front of you, “Please, Y/N, come with me!”

She had been trying to get you out of your house, convince you to go with her at a party the cheerleaders would be throwing on the weekend. Yes, you were different, but still best friends. She was the cheerleader while you were the quiet girl from the science club. It was your last year in high school and you hadn’t being kissed yet. Anna knew that and had been trying to take you in many parties as possible.

“Anna”, you sighed, “You know how uncomfortable I get, those boys won’t look at me and the girls…”

“When are you going to realize you are gorgeous?”, she huffed.

“You are too sweet”, you rolled your eyes and started to walk again.

“Please, just this time”, Anna rushed to meet you and begged, “Juan will be there”

Oh, she wasn’t playing fair! Anna knew you had a big crush on Juan Carlos Ortiz, the most adorable and handsome boy at school. He was on the football team and would never, ever look at you.

“Anna, please, don’t”, you said, clenching your jaw.

“You are coming Y/F/N Y/L/N”, Anna straightened, holding your elbow. “I won’t take no for an answer”

—————

There you were, at Anna’s backyard, looking at the bonfire the boys had set. Her parents were travelling and she had invited all the football team and cheerleaders squad to a party. You were wearing a skirt and a cute sweater, nothing like the shorts, skirts and tops the other girls had. They were wearing makeup too, while you had just a a little bit of your strawberry lip gloss.

“We should play a game”, Mike, the quarterback said, winking. He had just broke up with one of the girls and that could turn into a disaster in two seconds, “Seven minutes in heaven”

You tried not to laugh when his ex-girlfriend grimaced, hiding your giggle behind your hand.

“Shame on you”, you heard a laugh behind you. “You shouldn’t mock on other’s misfortune”

You turned around just to freeze in your place when your eyes met Juan’s. He was leaning against the wall, holding a cup. He had that cute smile on his lips, making you smile back, even if you didn’t want to.

“It’s okay”, he straightened and took a step towards you. “You secret is safe with me, I think it’s pretty funny too”

You opened your mouth, trying to think of something to say without look stupid, but, Anna cut you off.

“Yes! Good idea!”, Anna cheered picking up an empty bottle. “Make a circle people! Let’s spin this bottle”

She was evil, everybody knew that, but they loved it. Anna was practically a matchmaker of the group. You tried to hide, but she saw you and frowned.

“Your friend is being creepy”, Juan said, still standing by your side.

“She IS creepy”, you sighed.

“You don’t wanna play?”, he asked, sounding kinda solidary.

“No”, you admitted, “It would be frustrating…”. You stopped talking, shocked with yourself. You were just about to tell the boy you liked about never had being kissed before.

“What?”, he asked, but you ignored him, walking to the circle, sitting next to Anna, who smiled wide to you.

“Hey man!”, you heard a grumpy Mike say and looked up again. Juan was pushing him aside to take a seat, a place right in front of you. Your eyes widened and you felt Anna poking you. Oh God! It would be a long night!

—————-

People should go to Anna’s hallway closet while she counted the seven minutes. The first couple smiled to each other and walked inside. You looked down, tapping over your knees.

“He is looking at you”, Anna whispered, “What were you talking right there?”

“Nothing”, you hissed, “We were laughing at Mike”

“Yeah, that was funny”, Anna smirked and looked at her watch. You stayed in silence, just listen the people’s conversations. You risked a glance up and blushed when you notice Juan looking at you.

“Time out”, Anna walked to call the couple out and both had their lips swollen when they walked back. Juan spun the bottle this time and you started to freak out when it landed on you.

“Y/N”, Anna hissed, “You don’t have to do anything. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do”, you mumbled, getting up. You tried to ignore the looks and whispers, walking to the house. You could feel Juan following you and stopped at the closet doors.

“You don’t have to be afraid”, he said, opening the door. You got inside and he closed it, “The light should be off, but I will let it on okay?”

You nodded and finally looked up at him. His brown eyes were gorgeous and he had the sweetest smile ever. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. You did the same, your hands on your back.

“Are you afraid of someone?”, he blurted, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but… You looked kinda scared when they proposed the game”

“I… I’m not afraid”, you said in a low voice, “Not of anyone in particular”

“Good”, he pressed his lips together, “I just… I just wanna make sure you are okay”

“Why?”, you blurted, pressing your lips hard when you noticed what you had said. Your cheeks were burning red and Juan smiled at you.

“Because you are nice”, he shrugged, “You are quiet, minding your own business… You are not like them”

“Do you think that is good?”, you grimaced. You wanted to be popular once, but only for him to notice you and there you were, talking to Juan.

“I think it’s great”, he raised his eyebrows and then lowered then, looking down, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Hm… Yeah, I guess”, you bit your lips and both laughed, “I can”

Juan stood by your side, whispering, “I don’t wanna be in the football team and I think they don’t really like me. They just bear with me because I’m good. I don’t wanna play the good kid anymore, I’m not good, my family is broken, I… I don’t think I can do any good in this life”

“No”, you turned to look at him, “Don’t say something like that, you can do good in life Juan”

“Like I said-“, he gave you a sad smile, “-you are too nice”

You ignored what he had said and focused on his eyes, you didn’t like to hear someone talking like that, so sad and so defeated, “Yes, they are mean, but in a few years, you won’t remember each other, trust me. Stop thinking like that, you can do good and you shouldn’t care about their opinion about you”

“Wow, nobody ever talked to me like that!”, Juan blinked a few times and you blushed again, “Thanks”

“You are welc…”, you wanted to say something, but he cut you off. Juan was holding your chin and pressing his lips over yours. He was being gentle, a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, rested your hands on his shoulders, just enjoying it.

“Sorry”, he muttered, pulling back as fast as he had kissed you, “I didn’t mean to do it, I just…”, You blushed and looked down. It had been good, better than you had imagined it would be. Your first kiss. His voice was low, worried when he spoke again, “Are you okay?”

“Yes”, you looked at him, a shy smile on your lips. He was sweet, you never thought a boy would ask you if you were okay after a kiss, “This was my first kiss”, you blurted.

“Are you serious?”, he raised his eyebrows, mouth ajar, “Oh man! In a closet? Shit! I… Man, I didn’t even ask you if… I’m sorry!”

“Well…It’s was good”, you looked down, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Actually…It was great”, he was smiling when you looked at him and, for you surprise, blushing too. “Can I kiss you again?”, when he spoke you barely heard it, but the request was clear in his eyes.

You swallowed and nodded, “Yes”

He smiled and cupped your face, looking right into your eyes before kiss you. It was better than before, more intense, but still gentle. You never had imagine Juan was like that, so kind and sensitive.

“7 minutes done”, you heard Anna’s voice and a knock on the door. You broke the kiss and looked up at Juan. He smiled and caressed your cheek before open the door. Anna wasn’t in the hallway and you froze.

“What is wrong?”, Juan creased his brow.

“I don’t really wanna go back there”, you grimaced and he nodded.

“Let’s go then”, he shrugged.

“Like this?”, you bit your lip, trying not to smile, “Just ‘Let’s go’?”

“Yes. Why not?”, Juan looked at you, waiting for your answer. He held his hand out and you looked at it, pressing your lips. After a moment, you put your hand in his and Juan held it tight, guiding you outside the house. You looked back for a moment and he noticed, “Don’t worry about them”

You smiled and Juan kissed your forehead before you leave, hand in hand, disappearing together into the night.

Black Sheep Part 4

The next morning my wrist had turned a nice shade of purple, frowning there was no way to hid this. I came up with a cover story about hurting myself unpacking. 

Leaving for work, I didn’t stop anywhere, I didn’t want to risk running into Jacob, especially after not showing up for family dinner last night. Going into the ER, I got right to work, luckily I stayed busy most of the day.

Tara stopped by in the afternoon with a cup of coffee. “Gemma mentioned she saw you and Jacob yesterday.”

I turned to look at her, she was one of the only ones that knew my family history. “I’m fine Tara, don’t worry.”

“I can have Jax go handle it…”

“No, then David will get involved and it will become one huge mess. I can deal with my own family drama.” I knew Jax handling it would be him going over and beating the hell out of Jacob. It would make my life a living hell, it would be better for me for the club to stay out of it.

“Don’t let Jacob or your dad bully you.” She frowned at me. “Can we go to dinner later this week?”

“I’d like that, I’m off tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow would be great see you then.” I watched her walk away, glancing at my watch, I still had several hours left on my shift.

XXX

It was three am, when I finally got out of the ER, all I wanted to do was take off my shoes, and fall face first into bed. Going out to my car, I stopped seeing a figure leaning against my car.

Turning around, planning on going into the ER, I stopped when I saw it was Happy. Going to my car, he met me in the middle of the parking lot. “What are you doing here?”

He picked up my bruised wrist, looking at it under the parking lot lights. “Did your brother do this to you?” I stare up at him, trying to come up with an answer. “Don’t lie to me, I heard Tara and Jax talking.”

“Jacob has always had a temper…” I watched him clinch his jaw. “It’s fine.”

“The hell it is! That prick shouldn’t put his hands on you!” He brought my wrist to his lips kissing the bruised area. It sent shock waves through my system, I didn’t pull away. I stared into his dark, intense eyes, his hand released my wrist.

“I need to get home, it’s late.” I start to walk to my car, I hear his boots behind me. Getting to my car, I see his bike, parked next to my car. Standing next to my car, he’s right next to me. 

I feel like a school girl, my nerves all over the place, his hands move to my face. He leans down, his lips ghosting over mine. I lean into his body, returning his kiss. 

Pulling back he looked down at me. “Let me see your phone.” I open my purse, searching for my phone, pulling it out of my purse I hand it to him. He puts in his number. “You call me if you need help, no matter what.” He hit dial, I heard his phone ring.

I watched him get on his bike, riding away, I listened as the sound of his bike disappeared in the distance. “I told you to stay away from SAMCRO, and to come to dinner tonight. You didn’t listen to either.”

I rolled my eyes, glaring at Jacob. “I’m an adult, I do as I wish brother dear!” I turn to get into my car. I was hit with something, I fell to the ground, I tried to get up. I was hit several times, as I laid there, Jacob’s face appeared over mine.

“It’s time you learn a lesson baby sister about family loyalty.”

Spent my morning in the bath with a bowl and some Sons of Anarchy.

 Been feeling really hopeful that this is the month we finally get to say we are pregnant. I’m freaking out that it hasn’t happened yet in 9 months of trying. Its amazing that drug addicts can get pregnant but I can’t. 

 A has been getting super close to me because he worries about what this is doing to my mental health. He’s such a caring guy and really does love me so deeply.

He’s going to make an amazing dad soon! I know that the minute I tell him I’m pregnant with our little peanut he will cry and hold me forever. Its the greatest gift I’ll ever give him. I can’t wait.

Originally posted by noapologies-v

Queue-die Pie

(I’m so punny…)

  • Imagine being the SAMCRO princess PART 2
  • Homecoming PART 4
  • Imagine Happy standing by his old lady
  • Imagine Tig and the virgin
  • Imagine Jax proposing
  • Imagine Happy getting advice from Gemma
  • Imagine protective Happy
  • Imagine Chibs falling for a Morrow
  • Imagine Tig dying in your arms

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MM7 Request List

Hello my lovey’s! I thought I would go ahead and post the request list for MM7 which is now closed!!! Thank you to everyone who sent in a request! I can’t wait to write these.

Just a friendly reminder that even though MM7 request list is closed you can still send in requests, they will just be queued for the next MM.

You are all amazing!!!

Originally posted by softlysaygoodbye

1. A Filip “Chibs” Telford imagine based on At Last by Etta James 

2. A Juice Ortiz imagine based on I’m Not the Only One by Sam Smith 

3. An Ima Tite imagine based on How Do You Love Someone by Ashley Tisdale 

4. A Lyla Winston imagine based on Perfect by Emma Blackery

5. A Herman Kozik imagine based on Kiss It by Dorothy 

6. A Happy Lowman imagine based on You Know I’m No Good by Amy Winehouse 

7. A Juice Ortiz imagine based on Never Be Like You by Flume 

8. A Happy Lowman imagine based on Lightweight by Demi Lovato 

9. A Herman Kozik imagine based on Horns by Bryce Fox 

10. A Herman Kozik imagine based on Thick as Thieves by Bon Jovi 

Here After

Glancing at the clock, I couldn’t help but smile, I knew Chibs was on his way home to me. He’d been gone for two weeks on a run with the club.

I’d missed him, I hadn’t slept well while he was gone. I never did, after two years, I was use to having him next to me at night.

He is the love of my life, I couldn’t imagine living without him. We had been through some hard times in our short two years together but it made us strong.

I had soft music playing on my phone, as I was cooking his favorite meal. I was swaying my hips back and forth to the rhythm of the music.

I didn’t hear him come into the house, I heard him clear his throat. I turned around, seeing him leaning against the kitchen door, grinning at me.

“Hey baby, do you believe in the here after?” He asks as he walks towards me. “Then you know what I’m here after!”

I laughed and run around to the other side of the table. He catches me, picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips capture mine, as he pressed me against the wall.

I looked into his dark eyes, smiling. “I love you Filip.”

“I love you too (Y/N)!”

The Wrong Girl

Originally posted by lowmans

Originally posted by heqiwu

Request: Imagine where the club kidnaps you by accident and Happy likes you cause your a badass.

Im not very good at writing action scenes lol so i hope you guys like this xx

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Sweat beaded on your forehead as your feet hit the pavement, the sun glaring down on you as you ran.
Your ears were filled with the 90s rap blasting through your headphones and you turned into your street. You always started the day with a run- it left you feeling refreshed and you couldn’t think of a better way to start your mornings.
You ran steadily down your street, past all the picket fences and the neatly trimmed hedges, and past the black van that was parked four houses down from yours.
You slowed your pace to a walk and yanked the earphones out as you neared your house and wiped the sweat from your brow.
Your breathing was heavy and you turned into your drive way, wrapping the headphones around your phone as you walked.
You stepped onto your porch and kicked off your sneakers before heading to the front door.
Your hand had just touched the cool metal of the doorknob when you heard footsteps behind you and just before you turned around a cloth wrapped hand wrapped around your mouth, the strong smell of chlorofoam filled your lungs and your body sunk into the strong arms that held you. Then everything went black.

The bag over your head was lifted and your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the change of light. Tape was over your mouth and you looked around the room as it came into focus. Six men stood around you, leather kuttes around their shoulders and scowls on their faces. You glared at them and the meanest looking one stepped towards you and ripped the tape from your mouth before stepping back.
A blond guy stepped in front of you and knelt before you, his blue eyes scanning your face.
You watched him, your lips stinging from where the tape had been ripped off.
“We need you to forget what you saw.” He said to you, with a coldness to his voice.
You laughed lightly and glared at him.
“And what did I see?” You asked with a smirk.
The blue eyes narrowed before turning and gesturing to a larger man with curly hair and he stepped forward.
The blond man in front of you looked at you with his eye brows raised.
“You saw this man kill Brenan Hefner. We need you to forget that you saw that.”
You laughed again and leant forward against the restraints around your chest.
“Honey, I ain’t no nark.” You smirked.
The man frowned slightly and stepped back and turned to the other men.
He huddled closely with two of them and they began whispering in hushed angry voices before the blond man turned back to you.
“What’s your address?” He asked you.
“Why, you boys wanna have a sleepover?” You replied.
The blond cracked a smirk but his eyes stayed locked on yours.
“What’s your address darlin?” He asked you again.

You rolled your eyes.
“38 Campbell street south.” You said.
You watched as his nostrils flared and he turned towards a younger guy at the back of the room.
“You got the wrong girl!” He yelled and you watched as their faces changed.
Guilt was on each of their faces, all except one.
He stayed watching you, his face blank and his dark eyes perusing you, taking in each inch of your body.
You studied the tattoos on his arms, beneath the white shirt he wore and his leather kutte.
The blond caught your attention again and you turned back towards him as he stepped in front of you.
“It seems these idiots got the wrong address. If there is anything we can do to make it up to you, we will do it. You name the price.”
You nodded slowly and he gestured to the man that had been watching you before he turned away and the rest of the group left
the room.
The man stepped behind you and you heard his knife flick open and he released the ropes around your wrists and your chest.
You shook the ropes off you and stood rubbing your wrists and watching the man.
“I’m sorry.” He told you, his voice low and raspy, barely above a whisper.
You shrugged and looked into his dark eyes.
“It’s okay. I like being tied up.” You winked and turned towards the door.

You squinted your eyes as you stepped into the sunlight and lifted your hand to use as shade.
“My names Happy.”’ The man behind you said quietly.
You turned back towards him and nodded, a small smile on your face.
“(Y/n).” You answered.
“Cmon, me and the prospect will take you home.” He said and gestures towards a skinny guy with a sheepish grin.
You began walking with the two men across the lot, when the sound of screeching tires made all of your heads turn.
A black van sped into the lot and screeched to a halt in front of you.
Three Chinese men jumped out of the back and leapt forwards, one of them grabbed you and held a gun to your head while the others pointed there guns at Happy and the prospects.
There was a lot of yelling, but you didn’t take any notice of what they were saying when you felt the cool metal of the barrel of the gun pressed against your temple.
You watched as the rest of the club that had interrogated you earlier came pouring out of the doors, their guns cocked and ready.
Happys eyes were focused on you as the man next to you grabbed you roughly, his gun still pressing into your head.
“Put the guns down!” Jax yelled loudly.
The men behind you laughed.
“Lower your gun, pres, or say bye to the girl.”
Said the man holding the gun to your head.
You took a deep breath and met Happys eye.
His eyes were full of guilt and anger and you almost laughed before you winked.
You quickly bent your elbow and jabbed it into the side of the man next to you.

He gasped, his arm dropping and you grabbed the gun out of his hand and quickly brought your knee up.
Your knee collided with his face as he bent and his body fell to the ground.
You quickly spun and aimed the gun at one of the other Chinese men and pulled the trigger quickly.
The bullet hit him square in the forehead and the last man turned towards you.
A smile spread across your cheeks as he turned his gun towards you.
You were faster though, and you swung your leg up, kicking his gun out of his hands and shooting him in the chest.
Gunshots rung out behind you as the club shot at the driver of the van.
You knelt by the first man, who was still breathing, his bloody face watching you intently.
“Who are you.” He muttered as blood filled his mouth.
You smiled and leant closer.
“(Y/f/n) fucking (y/l/n).”

“To (y/n)!” Jax yelled, the rest of the room echoing him.
You laughed loudly and lifted your whisky and knocked your glass against his.
“Who taught you to shoot?!” Juice asked, still in awe at the day’s events.
“I grew up in the hood, Juice. You gotta know how to use a gun, not just hold one.”
You laughed.
The club had been in awe as they watched you take down the three Chinese, and had been even more impressed when you had shrugged it off and asked for a drink.
And so you had spent the night drinking with the men that had kidnapped you, getting drunk and getting high.
“You better watch out prospect, she might be getting your leather!” Chibs yelled and the men laughed.
You couldn’t help the smirk that spread on your lips as you stood and headed to the bathroom.
You were on your way back to the table when Happy stepped into your path.
His dark eyes burnt through you and your breath caught in your throat as you met his gaze.
The sexual tension between the two of you was thick and you both stared at each other with hungry eyes.
“Your mine now, little girl.” Happy growled.
You licked your lips and stepped closer to him.
You laid your hands on his shoulders and leant towards his ear.
“You know I almost got out of those ropes earlier, Happy. If you want me, you better learn how to tie me up properly.” You whispered in his ear.
He growled lowly and you winked at him as you stepped past him.
But his hands grasped your waist and he lifted you as you squealed.
“My dorm. Now.” He growled and shoved you forwards.
You laughed as you headed down the hall, the sound of whistles and catcalls following you.

He’ll Come Home

Originally posted by xthisxkidx

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on No Air by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown, as well imagine number 1 for MM6 as requested by the ever lovely @lovatolowman23 Hope you enjoy! This Imagined is Rate T.


He’ll Come Home

-XX-

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
If I should die before I wake
It’s ‘cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh
I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave
My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
But how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

-XX-

She isn’t sure what time he left. She can’t even remember what he was wearing. She’s been asked a million times; by the guys, by the other girls, by Unser. She can’t remember. How can she not remember?

She paces in front of the window of her living room, one hand nervously fiddling with the silver chain around her neck.

“Shelby, you need to sit down,” Gemma’s voice is calm but all she can do is shake her head.

“I can’t remember if I told him I loved him or not Gem,” Shelby mutters lifting a hand to rub at tired eyes. “I was in a rush to get out of the house the day he left on the run, and I don’t remember if I told Happy I loved him…”

“I’m sure you do sweetheart…”

“I don’t know what to do. I feel, I feel like….” Shelby’s voice hitches as she stops pacing long enough to concentrate on Gemma. Her face is tight with concern, and seeing it tells Shelby that she’s right to be so worried.

It isn’t every day after all that a Son disappears without a trace.

“I can’t breathe without him Gem…I can’t fucking breathe,” she collapses in on herself, trying to catch her breath.

::

“How’s she holding up?” Jax asks as he blows a steady stream of cigarette smoke towards the ceiling.

“As well as can be expected,” Gemma sighs with a shake of her head, “you guys figured anything out yet?”

“We know he made it to Tacoma and from what the guys up there have told us he was heading back this way, but there was a pretty nasty storm,” Jax says being sure to keep his voice down so Shelby doesn’t over hear. “My hope is he holed up until it clears up, and signal is shit in the passes which could be why we haven’t hear anything.”

“Well for Shelby’s sake I hope you’re right,” Gemma says looking at a sleeping Shelby.

-XX-

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There’s no gravity to hold me down for real
But somehow I’m still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don’t know how, but I don’t even care

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It’s no air, no air

-XX-

The flashing lights wake her, and lifting her head off of the arm of the couch she had to blink a few times before she understood what was going on. The police car in her drive way wasn’t a good sign, and with her heart in her throat she watches as Unser makes his way up her to her door.

She can’t feel her body as she gets to her feet, legs numb as she walks to the door. She pulls it open before the knock comes.

“He’s dead isn’t he?” her voice shakes as she stands, hands bunched in fists at her sides.

“Shelby I should come,” Wayne says but she just shakes her head, hands coming up to clutch the door.

“Just tell me Wayne. Is Happy dead?”

“Happy’s bike was found wrecked on Siskiyou Summit,” Wayne says and when she sways on her feet his hands come up to steady her. “Happy was nowhere in sight.”

::

“I don’t understand,” Shelby shakes as she forces herself to drink from the coffee that Gemma forced into her hands as soon as she showed up at TM. “Happy’s bike was found wrecked but he is nowhere. No sign of him. Not so much as a John Doe in nearby hospitals.”

“He’ll come home Shelby,” Gemma says reaching across the bar to hold her hand. “Happy won’t stay gone.”

“He asked me to marry him you know,” a tear rolls down her cheek as she taps a finger against the mug in front of her. “In his way of course. We had just argued, about laundry of all things, it was one of our more ridiculous fights, and it ended with me in tears of laughter, and he just, looked at me, and he didn’t so much ask as tell me that I’m going to have to marry him. I didn’t know if he was serious or not so I just rolled my eyes and laughed.”

“If I was serious would you have said yes?” Happy’s voice fills the air and she swears she feels the pieces of her life that had broken apart forty-eight hours before have in a blink of an eye snapped back together. She turns in her seat, eyes growing wide as she studies him.

His left arm is in a sling, a few bumps and bruises riding high on his face, but right now she’s never seen anyone so beautiful in her life.

“Happy,” his name breaks on her lips as she slides off the stool and for a few seconds she’s afraid her body won’t stay upright.

“You didn’t answer my question woman. If was I was serious would you have said yes?”

She’s in his arms, crying hot tears in his shoulder as he holds. She worried, even if she didn’t say it out loud to anyone else, that she he would never come home to her; that she’d never feel the weight of his arms around her, or know the taste of his lips on hers.

“Yes,” she chokes out between sobs, “I’ll marry you Happy.” She feels the shudder of relief course through him.

“Only took me wrecking my bike to get you to say yes,” he laughs pressing his lips to her hair, “what am I going to have to do to get you to have my kids?”

-XX-

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air

-XX-