Request - Happy with an art teacher?? Lots of freedom:)
I’m not sure this was exactly what you were thinking but I hope you like it all the same! :) - Red_w00dy xoxo
Leaning back into your chair with a heavy sigh, you lifted your head to stare out at the empty classroom in front of you, with the exception of Abel Teller. You were an art teacher at the high school in Norco, California and Abel was proving to be one of your more difficult students. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have any talent, in fact he was probably one of your best students, but he also had a habit of losing his temper for no apparent reason. Lately he had been drawing a lot of disturbing images during class, something that worried you which was why you were sat here after hours waiting to have a meeting with one of his emergency contacts. It wasn’t the first time, you’d had many meetings with his mother, Wendy, and his other guardian, Nero, but they had been unable to make it due to work engagements which meant they were sending someone else. A man named Happy Lowman.
A knock at the door broke you out of your train of thought, calling out a tired ‘Come in’ to whoever was in the corridor. The door opened to reveal an incredibly good looking man chewing on a toothpick, the tattoos that covered his arms making you just that little bit more attracted to him. You pushed yourself up into a standing position after Abel grunted in acknowledgement, gesturing for the man to take a seat on the chair next to you. It meant Abel couldn’t see what was on the desk in front of you, and therefore delayed the inevitable tantrum that he’d throw when he saw what you were showing his parents’ friend.
“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m Abel’s art teacher” You held your hand out for him to shake, wincing a little when he gripped it tightly before sitting down next to you.
“Happy,” He replied gruffly, his deep tone sending shivers down your spine as you pulled Abel’s art folder towards you. “So what has he done now? Wendy says this ain’t the first time you’ve called a meeting”
“I haven’t done shit,” Abel defended from the back of the classroom, his arms folded over his chest and his eyes narrowing in your direction. “She just enjoys getting me into trouble for no fucking reason”
“Stop swearing, kid. It ain’t big and it ain’t clever” Happy snapped, glaring at the blonde haired boy and therefore rendering him silent. You were gobsmacked. You had never seen anybody manage to shut Abel up so quickly before.
“Abel, perhaps you’d like to go to the cafeteria while me and Mr Lowman talk? Or maybe the metal workshop, I know Mr Stone is eager to talk to you about some motorcycle he’s working on” You suggested, your eyes following the lanky teenager as he pushed himself out of his chair and slung his backpack over his shoulder.
“See you later, Uncle Hap. Don’t listen to anything she says, she’s full of shit” Abel scowled, squeezing the older man’s shoulder before exiting the room with the door slamming behind him.
A silence fell between you after the boy’s departure, unsure of how to start a conversation with the man next to you. Upon closer examination, he was more attractive than your first impression. His deep brown eyes were swimming with a combination of mystery and darkness and he had various scars that contrasted against his tan skin. It was his tattoos that drew you in though. The way in which they all merged into each other to decorate his body, a mixture of several different colours causing the black outline to accentuate the design perfectly. It may have been the fact you were a fan of Japanese culture but your attention was immediately captured by the lotus flowers tattooed on his wrists, confirming that they would be how the conversation started before you put a dampener on your meeting by showing him Abel’s disturbing artwork.
“Are you interested in Japanese culture then?” You said slowly, receiving a confused look from Happy in response. “I noticed you have two of them on your wrists, I just assumed…”
“Oh right,” he chuckled deeply, his gaze flitting to where his hands rested in his lap before returning to stare back at you once more. “I guess I like the spiritual meaning behind them, the whole purity and harmony stuff”
“I get that, I have a couple lotus flowers myself” You grinned, pulling your shirt back to reveal the Japanese themed sleeve tattoo that covered the majority of your right arm.
“Hey they’re pretty cool,” he commented, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to pull it towards him and examine your tattoos closely. “You need a few of these touching up though. Not in a mean way! I’m a tattoo artist, I notice these things”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You shrugged, covering your tattoos with your shirt once more and flipping Abel’s art coursework folder. “Anyway we’re here to discuss Abel, not my poorly done tattoos”
Happy laughed a little at your comment before falling silent at the sight of Abel’s drawings. To say they were troubling were an understatement. The pair of you spent the next fifteen minutes flipping through the folder, pausing at the more disturbing images to take in the amount of detail that had been put into them. There was one of a blonde haired man holding a gun, a cigarette dangling from his lips and blood coating his face. Another consisted of a slightly overweight man lying on a bench outside, his eye and several fingers having been removed horrifically judging by the blood and bruises that surrounded them. The most alarming one had to be his most recent piece of work though. It portrayed a thin, dark haired woman slumped against a blood splattered wall, a carving fork embedded into the top of her head whilst a considerably older woman wept in the corner, surrounded by broken crockery and a gun that lay discarded by her feet.
“As you can see, they’re pretty horrifying” You declared once you had finished looking through, slipping the folder into a drawer in your desk and turning to face the bald man, his eyebrows knitted together with worry.
“Um yeah, just a little,” he stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously whilst figuring out what to say. “I assume you know the shit that he went through when he was younger?”
“I’ve read his file. I know all about his adoptive mother and his father’s suicide if that’s what you mean,” You flashed him a sympathetic smile, knowing that he’d been close to Abel’s Dad when he’d been alive. “What concerns me is the amount of detail, like he witnessed all these events first hand”
“I can assure you that he didn’t, it must just be something that he’s imagined. I’ll talk to him though, see what’s going on with him and try to sort it out” Happy said honestly, pausing as if he wanted to say something else but obviously thinking better of it.
“Feel free to say what you like, Mr Lowman,” You urged, knowing it’d be likely that you’ll probably see him again in the near future. “If it can help Abel then I’d love to know what you’re thinking”
“I was just wondering whether I could take that first drawing? It’s of his dad and I know my friends and I would really appreciate it if we could have it” He asked cautiously, his eyes searching yours for any indication of you turning denying his odd request.
“But of course, Mr Lowman,” You nodded, opening the drawer and removing the picture he’d been talking about, handing it to him and accidentally brushing your fingers against his. Your eyes met his at the conact, unable to deny the spark of electricity that had coursed through you when you had grazed his calloused hands.
He shot you a grateful smile as he stood up from his seat, nodding at you whilst tucking the drawing under his arm and exiting the room with a slight swagger in his step. You let out a frustrated sigh once the door had closed. You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid as to let him leave without your number, especially when you were so attracted to him. You spent another five minutes in your classroom before making your way out to the lot, not catching sight of Happy leaning against your car until you stopped rummaging through your bag in search of your keys.
“Mr Lowman…” You began, stopping in front of him when you finally reached the beat up Sedan that you’d had since you were seventeen. “Is there something else you’d like to ask about Abel?”
“Call me Happy. And no, actually I wanted to speak about you. I was just wondering whether you’d want to hang out sometime, maybe go for a drink or something?” He smiled, raising his hand up to take a drag on his cigarette as your eyes flitted to where Abel was sat waiting on the back of a Harley Davidson, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I’m not sure whether that would be appropriate, Happy,” You sighed, although deep down you were feeling like an excited teenager all over again. “I don’t usually date one of my student’s guardians, even if they do have as many as Abel does”
“I’ll pick you up on Friday after school, don’t forget to bring a helmet. I’m all about that health and safety when it comes to riding bikes” He winked as he clearly ignored your previous comment, giving your hip an affectionate squeeze and making his way over to his motorbike where Abel high fived him triumphantly.
As you climbed into your car, you couldn’t fight the smile that had crept onto your face. He looked over his shoulder at you one more time before he pulled out of the lot, flashing you one of his lop-sided grins as he kicked the bike stand with his heel and set off at an alarming speed. A small chuckle escaped your lips at his amount of attitude. It looked like you were going to have to go buy a motorcycle helmet on your way home.
the fake geek girl stereotype is always annoying, but i find it especially obnoxious when it’s directed towards girls with fandom related tattoos. like, if you think a girl is gonna get a whole star wars or doctor who themed sleeve put on her body permanently solely to impress your crusty ass, please sit the fuck down
As an actor, I shouldn’t get tattoos….but as we speak I’m thinking up themes for a sleeve 😂😂😂 I’m thinking pastels, a few flowers here and there, theatre masks with peonies accenting them – water colors! Lord I want some ink BAD!
☝When I went to the doctor last year (for the first time in over 7) they told me I FINALLY broke 5'3". I am officially 5'3" AND A HALF. The half is important.
✏️ Yeah I got the N7 tattoo on my wrist recently. My next tattoo it gonna be an Undertale piece on my back. After that I’m gonna try to turn my wrist tattoo into an entire Mass Effect themed sleeve. And if I ever manage to publish my own comic I want the main characters tattooed on my thighs.
🌀 I like cloudy, cool weather with a breeze. Fall is a nice season all together because the sun isn’t as intense so it doesn’t hurt my eyes. But I like being able to wear long sleeves. Snow is nice in the mountains but not anywhere else.
🐶 I have two bunnies, Tulip and Baloo, and two cats, Ringling and Espur. (Ringling is an asshole.) I just recently bought a used rabbit cage off a friend and I’m currently fighting the desire to get a third rabbit. I’m also a godmother to one of my friend’s rats, if that counts!
-yes yes lots of them!! I just got a cap-themed piece on my sleeve
A wish you’ll wish for?
-the world to let me rest lol
A career goal?
-I already said get my BSN but I really like working one on one with someone
Is it just me? Tae always tried to say something to kook to keep going contact with e/o. Like the sleeves theme or about the cocky attitude, the poin question idk. Both are so whipped, i understand that someone has to sit between them, if not well.. He was leaning quite well to him :3 just saying