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[connorhunter]

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— i don’t know what the plot of this is 🫶

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Your phone's default ringtone goes off from its place on the coffee table. Your eyes shoot up from the book you're reading, and you see Harry's name appear, along with your lock screen, which is a candid picture of both of you. After bookmarking the page you were engrossed in, you reach forward and slide your thumb across the screen to answer.

"What's up?" you say, holding the phone to your ear.

"C'mere," Harry murmurs lowly on the other end.

You screw your face up and absentmindedly pick at a loose thread on your pants. "Why?"

"Because I need to discuss something with you."

A scoffed laugh escapes your mouth. He's literally in the room next to you, getting ready for the show, so you ask, "Can't you just text me or tell me right now?"

He's comically silent before uttering an innocent, high-pitched "No?"

You sigh loudly and rise from the comfy couch. As you hang up, you leave the lounge and traverse down the hall. It takes precisely seven steps to reach his private dressing room. The door is wide open, with aromatic cologne and quiet melodies wafting through.

Harry is the first thing you see. He's sitting comfortably in a canvas chair with only a towel around his waist and socks on his feet. The counter in front of him is a mess with hair products, cosmetic brushes, and face creams scattered on the surface. His phone lies on his lap, which means he's been talking to you on speaker.

You clear your throat, which causes him to turn his head and look at you. "What did you need to discuss with me?"

He meekly smiles. "Hi."

"What do you want?" you rephrase impatiently, wanting to return to your romance book. It was just getting steamy!

"Come closer," he says, glancing you up and down.

You notice that he hasn't moved his hands away from his face. They both unnaturally cup his cheeks, and you can't figure out why.

"Why are your hands like that?" you ask with suspicion.

His eyebrows pinch together. "Like what?"

"You're being weird."

"You're being weird."

"We're not doing this," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Tell me what you need, or else I'm walking away. I have a book to finish."

Harry keeps his hands on his face and curls his pinky finger to beckon you closer. "Get over here."

Your heart flutters when he says it in a way that implies you might be in trouble. You rack your brain for anything that could have led him to call you and have you come to his dressing room.

As you slowly walk to him, his eyes don't leave yours. When you stand in front of him, his legs spread in invitation, and he says, "On my lap, baby."

You do as he commands and sit on his left thigh. One of his hands moves from his face to rest on your waist, while the other stays put. He hasn't put his rings on yet, so his fingers feel bizarrely bare on your skin.

"What?" you whisper, your gaze curiously dancing over his face.

Harry leans back in his chair. "Wanna know why I'm covering my cheek?"

"Yeah. I've asked that already."

"Don't get sassy with me."

You swallow nervously. "Did you cut yourself while shaving?" you guess, knowing it's happened a few times before.

"Nope," he replies, tapping his fingers against his cheekbone. "Try again."

You purse your lips and ponder. "Hmm… do you have a zit?"

Harry runs his tongue across his teeth, obviously not amused. "You're on a roll today, aren't you?"

"Just tell me," you breathe out as your shoulders slump.

"You," he says while jerking the leg that you sit on, "gave me a hickey the other day. Right on my jaw, where everyone can see."

You roll your lips in to try to hide your smile. "I'm so sorry."

Harry removes his hand, revealing a brownish-red mark on his jawbone from when the both of you were in a hotel suite in Tacoma. It's a known rule not to leave marks, especially since it's common for him to be photographed in the cities he visits. You take all the blame. You couldn't help it, really—it's nice to be a little greedy sometimes.

"Now I have to tell my makeup artist to cover it up," he mutters, his hand squeezing your ankle. "I have to come up with a stupid excuse and tell them that I punched myself or something."

You laugh. "That's a terrible excuse."

He tilts his head to the side and gives you a blank stare. "Oh, is it? Then would the culprit be so kind as to help me out?"

"Just say, I don't know, that you got hit by something thrown on stage."

Harry blinks three times before saying, "That's actually a really good idea. Okay, you can leave now. Your work here is done. Discussion over."

You lean closer and whisper, "Where's my reward?"

He gives your ass a salacious squeeze. "Meet me in our suite tonight after the show. Better be on your best behavior."

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[come-join-themurder]

“Before the Lockdown” Reader walks in on Happy changing. Happy Lowman x Reader (GIF isn’t mine) . . . It was an evening like any other when you were a part of the SAMCRO family, sitting around the bar, drinking, talking shit, playing pool. Your dad, Piney, was nursing his third drink and you had had one too many, the urge to use the restroom quickly overcoming you as you jumped up, "Gotta pee!" you announced to the whole room who pretty much ignored you as you walked down towards the hall to the toilet. You were just tipsy enough that you had to focus on your steps to walk straight but you weren't quite too drunk to walk unassisted yet, although you definitely planned to get that way ASAP. Your day had been hell trying to help Gemma get things ready for the lockdown that would be coming up soon. You had been raised around the club so these types of situations were not new to you. You grumbled at the thought of all those patches surrounding you. You always had a tiny bit of penis envy over the fact that you couldn't patch in yourself, jealous of your brother, Opie, who had began prospecting as soon as he was old enough to ride. The guys were nice enough though, they still included you, didn't treat you like the old ladies or hang arounds and crow eaters. You weren't just Piney's daughter you were family to everyone. You rounded the corner down the hall and walked up to the bathroom door, trying to twist the knob but it was locked, you banged your fist against the door, "I need to pee!" you bellowed and you heard Tig on the other side and some hushed whispers before he replied, "Bathroom is taken doll!" He wasn't going to be out anytime soon, you figured he had a girl in there with him, probably blowing him cause he did that a lot, although usually he didn't mind being out in the open. You wondered what made him change his mind as you wandered down the hall to the back bedroom where you knew there was another restroom. You stomped up to the door and kicked it open with force, you really needed to use the restroom. "SHIT!" a voice rang out as you stepped inside the room and you jerked your head to the left to see him pulling his boxers up just in time to cover himself before you saw anything. Your eyes widened and you froze, "Sorry!" you belted out, throwing your hands up in defense to let him know you didn't mean to barge in on him. If there was one man you didn't want to piss off this was him, Happy Lowman. He was stepping into his jeans and buttoning them frustratedly when you spoke again, "I-I didn't see anything!" you called out, still frozen and staring at him, he mumbled something and looked down, threading his belt through his belt loops and your eyes wandered to his torso, beads of water were left behind from what you could only assume was a shower he had just taken. They glistened on his abs and chiseled chest like diamonds making his tattoos pop out at you and you swallowed hard. You never noticed how good looking he was until now, your eyes studying each of his tattoos, and you were both aroused and a little worried that he was going to be angry at you at the same time. "You didn't see anything?" he growled from in front of you, he was now fully clothed and you realized that you must've been day dreaming for a few seconds in order to keep from noticing him pulling on his REAPER CREW shirt and stepping closer to you. His eyes didn't seem angry to you, you didn't really know what they were, but he just stared down at you and you gulped, nodding your head, "Nothing," you managed to say before stepping back, "I just need to use the restroom," you pointed to the door at the opposite end of the room and he nodded, excusing you from the awkward moment that had just taken place and you gratefully shrunk away from him, scurrying to the bathroom and closing the door behind you as you caught sight of him walking towards the open bedroom door. You took care of your business and stood in front of the sink, thinking about the look in Happy's eyes when he was standing over you. As you were washing your hands you began studying your face in the mirror. All of a sudden you were worried about how you hadn't really done anything with your hair or put much makeup on. You thought for a moment that his expression matched Juice's that one time he was drunk and kissed you, but you shrugged that thought out of your mind, there was no way the Tacoma Killer was trying to seduce you or anything of the sort. You had seen his type, you definitely weren't it. You splashed some water on your face and dried it and your hands off on the towel beside the sink, taking a deep breath and walking back out into the room to see Happy still there, sitting on the bed and staring at you. Your buzz immediately vanished and your heart beat sped up as his eyes met yours and you looked back at him, trying to figure out why he was still here when he had appeared to be leaving just minutes prior. You tried to glace to the hallway but your vision was blocked. Happy had shut the door to the bedroom for some reason, and as you stood there trying to reason out in your drunk brain why he would do that, he spoke, "Come here," he demanded and you felt your ears getting hot. What did that mean? you thought, walking closer to him and he stood.    "You sure you didn't see anything?" he rasped and your eyebrows knit together. Why would he ask you this again? You already told him no. "I swear I didn't Happy," you assured him and he narrowed his eyes at you, as if trying to get you to flinch or change your answer but you held steadfast in front of him. "Hm," he scoffed, amused, looking you up and down, "What if I said I wish you had seen something..." he trailed off and your eyes got wide. Was he...? No. No way. No way Happy Lowman the Tacoma Killer, the Unholy One, was hitting on you right now. Sure he was sexy as hell with awesome tattoos, he always smelled good, he was rarely bested in a fight, he was fearless, and as far as you know he had never lied to you, things that you found attractive, but you weren't the kind of girl he normally went for, why would he be doing this? Unless.. "Is this a joke?" you blurted, causing his head to snap back a bit in surprise at your reaction. "Uhh. No." he answered looking at you with an eyebrow raised. So it wasn't a joke, but what other reason could he possibly have for saying he wished you had seen him without his clothes on? Wasn't that an odd wish?

Drunk you was not the smartest version of you that existed. You were so busy trying to do the reasoning in your head that you almost didn't notice Happy's hand reach out and touch your forearm, running it up your arm to your shoulder before stepping in close to you and wrapping his fingers behind your head as his other hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer to him. 

You gasped as your body pressed against his and you looked up into his dark brown eyes timidly while he smirked down at you, leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first but quickly he began to kiss you with more force once your shock subsided and you finally started to kiss him back. 

Delighted with the outcome, you silently thanked God for Tig Trager and the Crow Eater that forced you into this situation tonight.

[connorhunter]

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[connorhunter]

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[connorhunter]

[connorhunter]

[connorhunter]

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