tara is having none of your shit

Got it bad

Originally posted by siyahasikaranlik

Hiya! Can you write a songfic w/ happy to the song Got it Bad by ZZ Ward? Maybe a tough reader with her own battle scars? Thank you so much!!!

Happy Lowman x Reader
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Set Season 2 Episode 12: The Culling
I’d not heard this song until now and I really like it!


We could be on a park bench,                                                                           Make it make sense in the middle of a crowded room,

We could be 30K up, up in black skies,

Make the skies shake and watch it go boom,

Boy, you’re no good, make my heart ache,

Why’s the wrong thing gotta feel so damn great?

Oh no, he’s just no good for me,

“You know, I didn’t have you down as the ass beating type.” You laughed at Tara in your passenger seat.
She harrumphed, folded her arms and straightened herself as she glared out of the window, “Yeah well, I’m a healer and she was trying to stop that.”
You snorted a laugh, “That sounds like Gemma advise if I ever heard it.”
She scowled more and stared out of the window; you considered the conversation over and turned up your tunes. Metallica, Tara didn’t approve but you didn’t care, this was the CD that you and Happy listened too when you drove around town getting into trouble and crashing bars or clearing up after other Sons.
Not that it was in your official remit as clubhouse Bar Staff to go drinking with the most troublesome of The Sons but neither was going to fetch The VP’s Old Lady and yet, here you were picking her ass up from the hospital fresh from her beating her colleague’s ass.

Not that you blamed her, woman sounded like a real bitch.

“Jax doesn’t need to know about this, okay?” Tara snapped as you neared the TM.

“I practically had to sneak out to come and get you, you realise Tig was going to be sent out to get you. Imagine him coming into the hospital to get you, do you know how much shit I’m going to be in with Happy and the guys because I had some consideration for you? So don’t be telling me to lie.” You told her straight and she opened her mouth once before snapping it shut because she knew you were right.

As Happy’s Old Lady you’d earned your place in the club moreover than most of the Old Lady’s that had been and gone through your time with The Sons but you supposed it was partly due to your initial friendship with guys before your relationship but also the fact that you’d always had a hard life that had made you strong and that strength was what made you and Happy work so well.

That boy is trouble,

Yeah, he’s trial, charge and wanted,

That boy is trouble,

It was a struggle not to wince at Happy’s hard expression when you pulled into TM, Chibs gave you both a disappointed look as you approached the guys.
You held your hands up as you approached and beat them to the punch by speaking first, “In our defence, don’t you think that we have enough on without Tig getting Tara in the shit at work? And let’s face it, when it comes to cars I’m the best tactical drivers here.”

None of their expressions softened at you light-hearted jabbing but Jax did counter, “On that note, we were wondering if you’d be able to take your truck to get the kids from school, we’ve got stuff to …arrange.”

“Oh no, who will serve you lot all your beer.” You mocked already digging your keys from your pocket.
Jax smirked, “Hap, go escort your woman.” He clapped Happy on the arm and Happy stepped around them to slap your ass with his large hand as you stepped up into your truck, you threw a wink back over your shoulder at him.

Yeah, his call girls haunt him,

That boy is trouble,

Lets his lies do the talkin’,

That boy is trouble,

Like a dead man walkin’,

The drive to the kids school wasn’t long but it was enough for the one of Weston’s crew to try to fuck with you - in Charming’s borders, no less. True to your word, you were the best tactical driver in a truck around the TM, let’s just say it was a survival skill that you’d adapted. You managed to pull the truck out of town and off of a dirt track into a clearing. You skidded to a halt and the next moments moved quickly.

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

You were yanked free from the car and slugged the guy straight in the face, you swung back to hit another before being tackled to the floor. He managed one hit before Happy, who had just skidded to a halt, kicked the fucker straight in the face. Between you and your lover it took only a few swings and Happy pulling his shotgun out of his bikes satchel to get the stupid Aryan bastards to scatter.

Happy’s arm found your waist pulling you close to him, he rested his gun against his leg and used that hand to pull your face so he could inspect the damage. A busted brow and lip were definitely not the worst that you’d had in your life before Happy but he was always caught with silent devastation whenever you got hurt.

We could be under street lamps in a rainstorm in the middle of a dirty fight,

Let it pour now, tearin’ me down,

You’re so left-field, but you feel so damn right,

Your devilish eyes, you whisper like wine,

Your tongue is like sin, you always get in,

Oh no, he’s just no good for me,

Your eyes roamed his face before you bit your lip, “Jeez Hap you know what it does to me when you’ve been fighting.”
He made a deep noise of agreement before pulling your face up to his, his fist curled tightly in your hair, his other hand down and to grab your backside harshly as you groaned and pushed back against his kiss.
You pulled away breathlessly, “Come on Hap, we don’t have time, that’s not far.”
“Who said anything about being fair.” His deep voice rumbled as he tugged at your hair and your backside with his callus hands.
“I hate you.” You groaned when his breath caressed your neck.
“You wait until I get later, I’ll fuck that hate right out of you.” He rumbled and pulled your body even closer.
“You better kick some bitch ass tonight.” You hissed out and he kissed you hard in response, “I can’t have you not fulfilling those kinds of promises.”
“You got it.” He grunted before releasing you.

That boy is trouble,

Yeah, he’s trial, charge and wanted,

That boy is trouble,

Yeah, his call girls haunt him,

That boy is trouble,

Lets his lies do the talkin’,

That boy is trouble,

Like a dead man walkin’,

—-

The annoyed looks you received about your appearance upon your returned stopped when Happy pulled The Sons to one side to explain that Weston’s lot had tried to jump you before you’d gotten the kids.

Just one more reason to beat them to death tonight.

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

You stood with Tara and Gemma when the boys began to file out to their bikes, Happy came to you when the others went to their Old Ladies.
You leaned up to play with his Cutt, “You remember your promise old man.”
He leaned down to give you a hard kiss before rumbling, “Help Gemma keep a handle on this lot but keep your energy for tonight.” He slapped your ass as he walked off and the other guys filed out.
Tara gave you a dubious look at your encounter, she didn’t understand how someone could be so content to be with Happy and his twisted mind but you simply shrugged, “I got it bad.”

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

I’ve got it bad, so bad,

Gemma came up to your side and slipped her arm around yours and Tara’s shoulders to watch the boys ride off.

God you couldn’t wait until your Old Man came back.

I’ve got it bad, I got it bad,

I got it bad, I got it bad.

Alone and Afraid

💕A/N: MY VERY FIRST ONE SHOT ON TUMBLR AND TO SAY I’M EXCITED IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT. So, this is going to a be a Happy Lowman one shot and I got the idea when I was listening to music. It’s where the reader is Jax’s sister and Gemma’s daughter. But she also is Happy’s Old Lady. The reader finds out she is pregnant and skips town. Thanks for reading! 💓

Y/N POV

“Congratulations Ms. Teller your pregnant!” kept playing in my head over and over again. I couldn’t move myself from the spot on the end of Happy and I’s shared bed. I stared at the wall in silence. I don’t want kids. I never have. Not because of Happy. There’s no doubt in my mind Happy would be an excellent father. It’s the life. It will always be the life. There is no way I could bring a child into this world and put it into that kind of danger. There is also no way I could get an abortion, that’s just not who I am. So, this leaves me with one option. I stand up and grab my cell phone off the nightstand and called Tara Knowles. The only one who could possibly know what I’m going through. “Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” She asked. “Are you alone?” I asked nervously. “Yeah. I’m in my office. What’s wrong?” She asked worried and the I just started to sob. “Hey, hey, calm down I’m on my way over.” Tara said and hung up. About ten minutes later Tara was walking into my house. “Hey? What’s going on?” She asked worried. “I’m pregnant.. Tara I can’t do this. I can’t.” I cried. She hugged me and rubbed my back. “It’s gonna be okay… Do you wanna keep it?” She asked. “I have to. But I can’t stay here. Tara, I can’t. It’s too dangerous for them.” I sniffled and she gave me an understanding look. “What do you want me to do?” She asked. “I need you to help me get the hell out of here.” I whispered.

A FEW HOURS LATER

“Jax, Happy, and the rest of the sons are still gonna be out on a run until Wednesday and Gemma is going to be busy until 7 so that should give you plenty of time to get out of town.” Tara said helping me pack my bags very quickly . “I also got you so extra cash. Just in case.” She said zipping up my bags. “Thank you for all this, Tara. It means a lot to me.” I said. “It’s not a problem. I understand that this is the choice you need to make. Just call me if you ever need me.” She said and I nodded.

CAR-A FEW HOURS LATER

Around 7:30 my phone, that was sitting in the passenger seat, starting ringing off the hook. Tired of hearing the damn thing ring I answered it. “Hello?” I asked. “Y/N? Where the hell are you? I walk into your house and it’s a complete mess and all your stuff is gone and then you decide you don’t wanna answer your phone.” My mom’s voice rang through the phone. “Mom calm down.” I said. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down Y/F/N Y/M/N Teller! You tell me what the hell is going on!” She yelled. “I’m leaving Charming.” I said simply. “When are you coming back?” She asked and I stayed silent. As if she already knew the answer she spoke up. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t have a reason that will make you feel better.” I said. “Oh so that’s what this is? You’re bored. You’re bored with Happy. You’re bored with us-” “That is not it! You have to understand I am doing what’s best for everyone,” I interrupted. “You mean the best for you?” Mom asked. “I love you mom. Don’t look for me.” I said and threw my phone out the window. I blinked the tears out of my eyes and just kept on driving.

3RD PERSON POV- 3 MONTHS LATER- CLUBHOUSE

Tension was thick in the clubhouse. Gemma and Jax were always pissy. And Happy hasn’t spoken more than two words since she left and they were “find her”. Happy blamed himself more than anything. Did she not love him anymore? Did he not show her enough affection? Did he not tell her he loved her enough? She was a goddess to him and he worshipped the ground she walked on. He wished he would have told her that. Currently, Chibs, Tig, and Happy were sitting at the bar drinking in silence while Juice tapped away one his computer. Suddenly Juice shot up from his bar stool catching everyone’s attention. “What is it Juicy boy?” Chibs asked. “I found her.” Juice said and Happy automatically stood. “Where?” He growled. “A hotel in Bakersfield.” Juice said and Happy started to leave. “Hap. We should wait for Jax and Clay.” Tig said following his brother along with Chibs and Juice. “I ain’t waiting for shit.” Happy snapped.

MOTEL-BAKERSFIELD-Y/N PERSON POV

I laid a hand protectively on my slightly protruding stomach as I read. I am 4 months pregnant. I just found out the gender. It’s a baby girl. I haven’t really gotten around to names. I got a job as a English teacher a at nearby school. I have also gotten a few things for the baby but not much. I adjusted the pillow behind my back uncomfortably while I read. Doing this alone has been harder than I thought. I have called Tara a few times. But I really have wanted to talk to my mom, Happy, and Jax so bad it isn’t funny. A part of me wants them to show up and force me to come home. The other part…not so much. I got up and was over to the mini fridge to get a water bottle when the door flew open making me drop the water bottle in surprise. I saw the very last person I expected to see. “Happy? What are you doing here?” I said taking a step back. He left the door open showing Chibs, Tig, and Juice. “What are you doing here?” He growled walking towards me. Rage was just radiating off of him. If I didn’t know he better I would be afraid of what he would do. He would never hurt me. I opened my mouth but no words were coming out, there was nothing I could say to make this okay. He kept walking towards me until I was pressed up against the wall. His eyes never left mine, never once looked down. He was too enraged to notice my bulging stomach. “Huh? Aren’t you gonna say something?” He growled pressed against me. Suddenly, I felt a sharp kick in my stomach making me gasp. He must have felt it too because he took a quick step back. He looked down at my stomach and his eyes widened, gears starting to turn in his head. She knows her dad. “She never did that before.” I whispered tears slipping from my eyes. “She? She’s mine?” He asked extremely calm. “Of course she is.” I snapped. The boys look at me sympathetically. He hesitantly placed his hand against my stomach and she kicked me again. He smiled slightly before all emotion drained and now I know shit was about to go down. “You were gonna take my daughter from me?” He growled eyes growing dark as he removed his hand. “No. Hap. It wasn’t like that.” I said. He threw the coffee table across the room and I squeaked and covered my mouth. He began to completely destroy the room. “What was it like?!” He yelled. “I was afraid!” I cried. He stopped moving and stared at me breathing heavily. “Of me?” He rasped. “No, Happy, of course not. It’s the life!” I yelled. I looked behind Happy and saw my mother, Tara, and Jax. “And you think they we wouldn’t protect your child like we protect Abel and Thomas?” Mom asked who emotions were mixed between hurt and angry. I looked at Jax who was waiting for an answer. “It’s not that.” I said defeated. “Talk to us.” Jax practically begged tears in his own eyes. Jax was my best friend and it hurt me to see him like this. “We’re Tellers…We die in a storm of blood and bullets… and that…that isn’t okay with me.” I said. “Let’s give Hap and Y/N the room.” Clay said and people started to clear the room except for mom who kept staring at me. “Gemma.” Clay said sternly and she hesitantly left the room shutting the door behind her. I felt myself cracking under Happy’s intense stare. “Say something.” I begged. “You’re should’ve told me and none of this shit would have happened.” He said and I scoffed. I started to talk but I was quickly interrupted. “I would have comforted you and told you that I would have to be dead before someone laid a finger on your or the kid. I would told you it was okay to be scared because that’s what good mom’s do. They worry. Now start packing your shit, we’re going home.” He said leaving me surprised.

HOME

The ride back home with Gemma and Tara was a little awkward. Mom said she understood why I did it but if I ever pull that shit again she would hunt me down and kick my ass. Right now I am laying in bed. Happy’s bed. I can’t lie, I missed it. When Happy finally emerged from the bathroom after his shower I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. “I know you’re awake, little girl.” He rasped laying down facing me. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Damn he was hot. Damn my pregnancy hormones. “Never leave again.” He demanded with a hard look on his face. “Never.” I whispered shaking my head. He gently laid his hand on my cheek and ran his fingers down my neck. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I thought you would be a bad dad. I knew you would be a great dad-” “Stop talking.” He grunted pulling me to his lips roughly. As we deepened the kiss he rolled on top of me. He pulled away to start kissing my neck and running his hand down to his crow under my breasts which he tattooed on me. “Is it safe for the baby?” He rasped against my neck making my heart flutter. “How do you think I payed my rent?” I asked and he pulled away to glare at me. “What?” He growled. “I was joking.” I smiled and he still didn’t find it the least bit funny. “Marry me.” He said suddenly. “Excuse me?” I asked shocked. “I love you. I want to be a family.” He said. “I love you too. I want that.” I smiled running my fingers along one of his tattoos. He ran his nails along my tattoo and went back to my neck. “Mine.” He growled. “Yours.” I moaned and he smirked against my neck. He is right though. I’m never leaving again.

FIVE AND A HALF MONTHS LATER- CLUBHOUSE

"Do you like this? This is kinda cute.” Jax said pointing out another horrible name. "Really Jackson? This baby isn’t gonna have a whore name.” Mom snapped. “I surrender.” He said raising his hands. “Good idea.” I said chuckling. Things were better, we were all Happy, especially Happy. But calling Happy overprotective would be an understatement. He didn’t want me lifting anything. Not even a toothpick. “Where are you going?” Happy rasped as I stood up. “To get me some water and pee.” I said laying a hand on my very large stomach. “Let me get it.” He said quickly getting up. There was no arguing with him at this point. Suddenly, Tig walked up to me. “Hey Tiggy? Can you open the door for me so Happy doesn’t have an aneurysm?” I asked. “Of course, sweetheart.” He smiled. As he opened the door water trailed down my pants and onto both of our shoes. “Did you just pee on me?” He asked. “No you idiot! Her water broke!” Gemma slapped him in the back of the head. “Happy!” I screamed in pain.

LATER

A few hours later we had our beautiful Violet Lowman and it was the best day of my life. Gemma held her after Happy and I did. “We are gonna have to pry the boys away from this one.” Gemma smiled down at the baby. “She’s not gonna date.” Happy growled. “Down boy.” I said tiredly hitting his arm. “I agree with that. We can just kill them.” Jax said simply and Tara and I shared a laugh. “I second that!” Tig said. Happy kissed the top of my hand. And in this moment everything was perfect.