#Happy Lowman oneshot

[mysticalmallard]

Silence

Description: Happy is in a bad mood, he doesn't want to talk about it.

Word Count: 839

Warnings: none just Happy being a grump

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Happy was in a sour mood for some reason. He was sitting on the couch in his apartment. He wore only jeans, and was glaring at the wall behind the TV, like he could set fire to it through the power of his thoughts alone.

His girlfriend wandered in, took one look at his expression and frowns a little . She crossed over the floor and leaned against the arm of the couch right next to him.

"Babe, something up?" She asked, reaching out to gently caress his shoulder. Her touch usually served to soothe his temperament, but today it was not having the same effect. His frown deepened slightly and he didn't react beyond a tiny huff out his nose as she touched him.

She was beginning to get a little worried. Happy was usually a very pleasant, but somewhat stoic person. He didn't often get into moods like this, but on the rare occasions that he did, they were often rather intense. She knew from past experience it was best to let him talk when he was ready, rather than trying to badger him into talking.

So, she stayed where she was, patiently stroking his shoulder and back like you would in an attempt to placate an irate animal, but it seemed to have no effect.

Happy sat in absolute silence for several minutes before he finally spoke."Bad day," he grunted finally.

His girlfriend didn't outwardly react to his words, but internally, she was a little relieved. The fact that he was at least talking was, in her experience, a good sign. She was careful to keep her replies low and soft, not wanting him to think she was trying to aggravate him.

"Want to talk about it?" She asked gently.

"Don't really feel like talking," he replied, a slight edge in his tone. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs.

While not necessarily an angry gesture, it wasn't a particularly positive one either. Happy wasn't the kind of man to share his emotions openly, even with the woman he loved.

He sat back against the couch, stretching out his long legs with a hefty exhalation as he did so. He remained sitting like that for a moment, just listening to her moving around in the kitchen.

She hums, standing walking into the kitchen.

Happy's eyes flicked up to follow her as she walked away. He watched in silence as she padded into the kitchen, disappearing from view, the sound of the floor creaking slightly under her feet.

After a moment or two of silence, his girlfriend returned, carrying two bowls full of cereal. Happy immediately recognized them as his favorite, prompting a slight raise of his eyebrows in surprise.

He hadn't expected her to do something so considerate, his foul mood leading him to believe she would likely be just as pissed at his behavior as he was.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he watched her put the cereal down on the coffee table and turn on the TV.

Cartoons flickered to life on the screen, which only furthered his smile.she grab her bowl and joins him on the sofa next to him but still making sure to leave space between them, not saying a word. Happy eyed her silently, studying her profile as she watched the cartoons with an air of calm patience.

Her lack of reaction to his mood was perplexing to him. His ex's would usually comment on his grumpy mood in a teasing manner, yell at him for ignoring them, or at the very least ask him to lighten up. Yet, she said nothing, simply sitting there, eating her cereal.

He felt his frown gradually soften somewhat, the calm atmosphere and the cartoons slowly beginning to have a positive effect on his mood. He remained quiet for a few more moments as they sat in silence, the only sound being the chirping of cartoon characters and the quiet clinking of their spoons against their bowls.

The longer he sat there, the more her lack of reaction began to feel like an absence instead of a presence. It was strange not having someone poking at him to talk about his feelings. It wasn't entirely unwelcome, but it was certainly different.

He glanced over at her again, taking in her composed expression, the curve of her jaw, the way stray strands of her hair dangled over her shoulder.

Then, he did something unusual, even for him.

He wordlessly scooched himself closer to her until their bodies were almost touching.

She looked up at him with a hint of surprise in her eyes, her gaze flicking from the cartoons for the first time since she sat down. The faintest trace of a smile tugged at her lips, betraying her otherwise neutral expression.

She didn't move away when he shuffled up to her, allowing his shoulder and hip to press against hers. She waited patiently, not commenting, not questioning, just content to be close to him.

[brunettemarionette]

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Laughter echoed softly through the living room as you and Happy settled into your favorite spot on the couch. It was cold out, and fall was officially here.

The fire crackled gently, casting a warm glow over the room. You snuggled deeper into the thick, knitted blanket that covered both of you, which you had to force over his lap.

"Do you think they're cute?" you asked, glancing at the TV playing a corny romantic comedy. You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle at the characters' antics and the plot's ridiculousness.

Happy chuckled, his signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Sure, but not as cute as you," he teased, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words; he always had his own way of making you feel special, even when he was teasing you. You scoffed lightly, tossing a handful of popcorn at him, laughing as he expertly dodged it.

"Stop it, or I might just fall in love with you all over again," you teased, your heart racing at the thought, but it was always easy falling for him over and over.

He turned serious for a moment, his blue eyes locking onto yours. "You know I'm already in this for real, right?" He leaned in closer, the warmth of his body mingling with the soft blanket enveloping you both. "You're mine… and I'm yours."

You felt your heart swell with love at his words, knowing Happy wasn't exactly the poster child of commitment before you. "I know," you whispered, smiling back at him.

Happy reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing against the softness of your cheek as he captured your chin, leaning in for a kiss.

As the movie played on, you both settled into a comfortable silence, the blanket cocooning you in a sense of safety and warmth. A softness that no one would believe could come from the Tacoma Killer.

"Want to get a Chinese food and watch another shitty movie?" Happy asked, breaking the stillness as he glanced down at you.

"See, always saying the right things to make me fall for you again," I joke as I smile against his lips. "We can, but only if we can share it under this cute blanket,"

"Deal," he said with a grin, and you felt him pull you even closer.

The fire flickered, and the movie continued. You revelled in the simple joy of being in love with him, wrapped in your own little bubble, a world away from everything else.

Nothing mattered in these moments; anything outside of this didn't exist. Not the club and their problems, not the guys or Gemma. Just you and Happy cuddled up watching crappy rom-coms.

[justanoasisimagines]

Baby,

Hey my lovelies, I'm back with another love letter. My requests are open and my request and guidlines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

I know you're pissed off with me. I told you I wouldn't get caught again. I tried, I really did, but how was I supposed to know the guy was an undercover cop? I need you to help me, I need you to go see Clay and ask him to get me out of here. He knows the deal. The second thing I need you to do is to agree to let me stay at your place. I got kicked out of my last place. Also, it would look good on my parole papers with your status within the community. You have a stable job, you are a homeowner. No one would suspect you'd be with a man like me. So unsuspecting, aren't you.? This wasn't the way I wanted to move in with you, but I'll take what I can get. If all goes well, then I hope to be out in a few days.

Remember go see Clay as soon as you get this! Love, Happy

[hatersaremymotivators]

Okay so I'm going to start writing fanfiction. I will write for the following:

Sons of anarchy:

Jax

Opie

Tig

Chibs

Happy

Half-Sack

Juice

Kozik

RatBoy

Mayans MC:

Angel Reyes

EZ Reyes

Gilly

Coco

Creeper

Bottles

Guero

Manny

Bishop

Yellowstone:

Kayce Dutton

Rip Wheeler

Ryan

Walker

For any other requests feel free to send an ask or dm and I can do my best to get it written for you.

[marleyelona]

Mending the Rift

REQUESTED BY: @samcrosfaith

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Synopsis

HAPPY x OC had a fight and he wants to make up for it by surprising her with a little camping trip to the outskirts of Charming, which is something they love to do.

BEFORE CONTINUING, PLEASE READ: I've never written for Happy before, and I don't really know his character all that well, so if I wrote him completely wrong, I am so sorry.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : Smut will appear at the end of this chapter.

MENDING THE RIFT | (meet the oc)

EVELYN "EVE" BLACKWOOD

(KRYSTEN RITTER)

THE QUIRKY GOTH

Age: 27

Appearance:

Eve has long, jet-black hair, often styled in loose waves or in a messy bun, which often displays dyed streaks in vibrant colours like purple or blue.

Eve has dark brown, almost black eyes that carry a hint of mystery and depth within them. Often accentuated with heavy eyeliner and dark eyeshadow that goes well with her smooth porcelain-like complexion.

Eve is slim and petite, standing at 5'4". She has a few tattoos, including a prominent one of a raven on her left forearm and a crescent moon behind her right ear.

Eve is often described as the quirky goth from many of her friends. Her style could be described as gothic with a modern twist. She frequently wears black lace dresses, leather jackets, band t-shirts, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Her accessories usually include silver jewellery with occult symbols, chokers, and various rings.

Personality:

Eve has a unique and unconventional sense of humour, often finding amusement in dark or offbeat topics. She’s known for her witty and sometimes sarcastic remarks.

Eve is also highly intelligent, which comes from her love for reading and learning. She enjoys delving into the occult, mythology, and gothic literature.

Eve describes herself as a artist at heart. She enjoys painting, drawing, and crafting. Her creativity also extends to her fashion sense and the way she decorates her living spaces.

Despite her tough exterior, Eve is deeply caring and empathetic, always there to offer a listening ear to her friends and family. She is also fiercely loyal to the ones she loves.

Eve is strong-willed and independent. She values her independence and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself and others. She has a rebellious streak and dislikes being told what to do.

Backstory:

Eve grew up in a small town, feeling like an outsider due to her unconventional interests and style. She often found solace in books and art, developing a love for gothic culture and the occult.

She has a complicated relationship with her family, who never quite understood her. Despite this, she maintains a distant but respectful connection with them.

Eve works as a tattoo artist, a job that allows her to express her creativity and connect with like-minded individuals. She also sells her artwork online and at local fairs.

Relationship with Happy Lowman:

Eve met Happy at a local bar not long after he patched over to SAMCRO. Their initial connection was sparked by a mutual appreciation for dark humour and a shared sense of alienation from mainstream society. They have now been together for three years.

Their relationship is passionate and intense, marked by strong emotions and occasional conflicts. Despite their age difference, they share a deep bond and understanding. Happy’s rough exterior and Eve’s quirky personality complement each other in unexpected ways.

But like most couples, they occasionally clash due to their strong personalities and different coping mechanisms. However, they always find a way to reconcile, often through heartfelt gestures.

MENDING THE RIFT

THE EARLY MORNING SUN FILTERED THROUGH THE THIN CURTAINS OF THE SMALL BEDROOM, casting a warm, golden hue on the rumpled sheets where Eve lay alone. She was curled up under the covers, her raven-black hair splayed across the pillow, eyes red-rimmed and puffy from a sleepless night. The argument with Happy had been fierce, their words sharp and cutting, leaving emotional wounds.

Eve paced back and forth, her combat boots thudding against the wooden floor. Happy stood by the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, his face an impassive mask that displayed the storm brewing inside him.

"You can't just shut me out every time things get tough, Happy," Eve said, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I know the club is important, but I'm here too. I deserve to know what's going on."

Happy's jaw tightened, "It's not your business, Eve. Club matters stay within the club. You know that."

"Don't give me that crap!" she snapped, stopping in her tracks to glare at him. "I'm not asking for details. I'm asking for you to talk to me. To let me in. You can't keep treating me like some outsider."

"I do it to protect you," Happy replied, his voice low and measured. "You don't understand the shit we deal with. It's better if you don't know."

Eve threw up her hands in frustration, "That's the problem, Hap!" You think you can protect me by keeping me in the dark, but all it does is push me away. I love you, and I want to be there for you, but I can't if you keep shutting me out."

Happy’s eyes flashed with anger, "You think it's easy for me?! To balance everything?! I’ve got enough on my plate without worrying about you getting caught up in it."

"So, what am I then?" Eve challenged, stepping closer. "Just another thing on your plate? Something to be managed?!"

"No, that’s not what I meant," Happy said, his voice rising. "But this life…it's dangerous, baby. And I won’t risk you getting hurt because of it."

"I'm already in it, Happy!" she shouted, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "You brought me into your world, and now you want to lock me out? That's not how this works."

The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock on the wall. Happy took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper, "I never wanted to hurt you, Eve. But sometimes, it's better if you don't know everything. For your own safety."

Eve shook her head, wiping away the single tear that fell, "You don't get it, do you? I don't need you to protect me from everything. I need you to trust me. To let me be a part of your life, all of it, not just the parts you think are safe."

Happy looked at her, the realisation of her words sinking in. He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't find the right words. Instead, he turned away, his fists clenching at his sides, "I'm going out," he said finally, his voice cold and distant. "I need some air."

Eve watched him go, the door slamming behind him with a finality that made her heart ache. She sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands, feeling the weight of their unresolved issues pressing down on her.

Eve stretched, reaching out instinctively, only to find the space beside her cold and empty. A pang of worry mixed with residual anger from the night before settled in her chest.

Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and glanced around the room, their fight replaying on repeat in her mind, leaving her feeling both frustrated and guilty. She slipped out of bed, the cool floorboards chilling her bare feet as she made her way to the living room.

The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, leading her to the kitchen. There, she found Happy, his back to her, his movements slow as he made himself a cup of coffee. The sight of the couch with its rumpled sheets and pillows tugged at her heart.

"You didn't come to bed last night," she said softly.

Happy turned, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, "I didn't think I was welcome," he replied, his tone flat but laced with regret.

Eve crossed her arms over her chest, a mix of anger and sorrow in her expression, "I don't care how mad I am at you," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "I still rather have you next to me than tossing and turning on that thing," she said, pointing to the couch, and Happy's gaze followed, lingering on the makeshift bed he had used.

"I'm sorry for what I said last night," he said, his voice sincere and raw. "I didn't mean it. I was just...frustrated, and I took it out on you. That's wasn't fair."

Eve sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she took a step closer, her eyes softening, "I know this life isn't easy, Happy. But we need to find a way to communicate better. I can't keep feeling like I'm on the outside looking in."

Happy nodded, setting his coffee cup down and taking a deep breath, "You're right. And I want to make it up to you. I know we haven't had much time for us lately, and I want to change that."

Eve shot him a tight-lipped smile, almost like she didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth, "So you keep saying. But everything still stays the same," she said sadly, a raw vulnerability in her voice.

Happy sighed, a sad smile crossing his lips as he notcied the unshed tears welling in his old lady's eyes as her gaze found the kitchen counter, "Go get dressed. We're going out," he declared.

Eve frowned slightly, "Hap, I don't really feel like going out right now."

Happy sighed, stepping closer and taking her hands in his, "Please, baby. I promise you're gonna like it. Just let me make it up to you."

She studied his face, seeing the sincerity and hope in his eyes. With a soft sigh, she nodded, "Okay."

The slightest smile tugged at the corners of Happy's lips as Eve left the room, "Bring a change of clothes!" he called after her.

Eve paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Happy's smile widened into a playful grin, "That would ruin the surprise, wouldn't it?"

Eve groaned in annoyance, making Happy chuckle. As she made her way upstairs to get ready, the tension of the previous night began to fade away, replaced by a sense of anticipation and excitement.

As Eve got dressed, her curiosity mingled with excitement. Whatever Happy had planned, she knew it came from a genuine place of wanting to make things right. She quickly packed a small bag with a change of clothes, wondering what kind of adventure awaited them.

Downstairs, Happy finished his coffee, his mind already on the road ahead. He wanted to show Eve that he was serious about making amends, about finding their way back to each other. And he hoped that this surprise trip would be the first step in mending the rift between them.

☆ 《 》 ¤

The drive out of Charming was quiet but not uncomfortable. The tension from the night before seemed to melt away with each mile they put between them and the town. Happy kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on Eve’s knee, a silent gesture of reassurance. Eve looked out the window, the familiar landscape bringing back a flood of memories from their early days together.

It wasn’t long before they reached the outskirts of Charming, where the dense forest stretched out like an emerald sea. Happy turned onto a dirt road, the tires crunching over gravel as they made their way deeper into the woods. The trees grew taller and closer together, creating a canopy that filtered the sunlight into soft, dappled patches.

“Remember this place?” Happy asked, glancing over at Eve with a small smile.

Eve nodded, her eyes lighting up, “Of course I do. We used to come here all the time.”

Happy pulled the truck to a stop in a small clearing, cutting the engine and stepping out. He moved to the back of the truck, unloading the camping gear while Eve stretched her legs and took in the surroundings. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the earthy scent of pine and damp soil.

“This spot looks exactly the same,” Eve remarked, a nostalgic smile on her lips. “I can’t believe it’s been so long since we last came here.”

Happy set up the tent with practiced ease, his movements efficient and precise, “Yeah, too long,” he agreed. “I figured it was about time we changed that.”

Eve helped unpack the rest of their gear, setting up a small camping stove and laying out their sleeping bags inside the tent. The familiarity of the routine brought a sense of comfort, the act of working together rekindling the connection they had always shared.

Happy spread out a blanket and pulled out a small cooler, "I thought we could have a picnic," he said, a bit shyly. "I got your favorite - PB&J and those weird vegan chips you like."

Eve laughed, a sound that warmed Happy's heart, "You really do know me," she teased, sitting down on the blanket and patting the spot next to her.

They ate in comfortable silence, the peaceful surroundings helping to heal the emotional wounds from the night prior. After they finished, Eve leaned back on her elbows, gazing up at the sky, "I missed this," she said softly. "Being out here with you."

"Me too," Happy agreed, lying down beside her. He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'm sorry I messed things up, babe. I just...I get scared sometimes. Of losing you."

"You won't lose me," she replied, squeezing his hand. "We just need to talk more. Like really talk."

Happy nodded understandingly, "I promise I'll try," he said. "I'll do better, baby."

They laid there for a while, listening to the sounds of the nature that surrounded them, feeling every bit of tension melt away, and eventually, Eve rolled onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, "So, what now? Any more surprises?"

Happy grinned, reaching into the cooler again, "Actually, yeah. I brought marshmallows for a campfire. Thought we could make some s'mores tonight."

Eve's eyes lit up, "You remembered!" she exclaimed. "I love s'mores."

"I know," Happy said, his grin widening. "And I love you."

Eve leaned over and kissed him, a sweet, lingering kiss that promised better days ahead, "I love you too, Hap. Forever more."

They spent the rest of the day reminiscing, sharing stories and laughter as the stars began to twinkle above them. The connection they had forged in the beginning, built on shared experiences and deep understanding, felt stronger than ever.

As their makeshift fire died down, casting long shadows through the forest, the energy between them shifted. Happy’s gaze lingered on Eve, his eyes darkening with desire. Eve felt a familiar heat rising within her, her breath quickening.

Without a word, Happy moved closer, his hand cupping Eve’s cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow and tender at first, but quickly deepened as their need for each other took over. Eve cupped the sides of Happy's neck, pulling him closer as the world around them faded away.

Happy’s hands roamed over her body, pulling her into his lap as their kisses grew more urgent. Eve could feel his heart pounding against his chest, mirroring Eve's racing pulse. Eve moaned softly as his lips trailed down her neck, sending shivers of pleasure through her.

“Eve,” Happy murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. “I need you.”

“Then take what's yours,” Eve whispered, her own need evident in her voice.

With a growl, Happy stood, lifting her effortlessly with her legs wrapped around his waist, and her arms secured around his neck, Eve wasted no time capturing his lips with her own, the kiss was far from gentle as their tongues danced together in a fiery tango. Happy's hands slowly moved down her hips, before finding her ass and giving her cheeks a hard slap, which echoed through the trees, causing a squeal to leave his girlfriend's lips as his strong hands squeezed her ass-cheeks so tightly, she knew she now had big red hand prints on her butt.

Carrying her into the tent, their lips never parted, he laid her down on the sleeping bag, his body pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss. Eve’s hands roamed over his back, a hiss leaving his lips as her nails dug into his skin. Eve could feel the tension in his muscles as he struggled to control his predatory instincts.

Clothes were discarded in a flurry of movement, their skin finally meeting in a heated embrace. Happy’s touch was both gentle and demanding, his fingers tracing every curve and contour of her body as if trying to memorise her.

His lips then moved down her face and neck as he reached her chest, he started to squeeze her breast in his hands. With practiced ease, he unclipped her bra and tossed it over his shoulder.

Breathless moans escaped the raven-haired girl's lips as she felt her nipples harden when Happy's lips easily wrapped themselves around them. Eve could feel her panties dampen, her skin flushed as he started to flick them with his tongue, making her squeeze her legs together, her head snapping back in pure pleasure.

A animal like growl escaped the back of Happy's throat as his lips moved down her body, finding her pelvis, and immediately grabbing hold of Eve's black lace panties and pulling them off, catching her attention. She assisted by lifting up her bum so he could easily remove them. The soft material sliding down her legs sent pleasure tingles down her spine.

Happy stood up, removing his boxer briefs and kicking them aside, Eve wasted no time cupping his neck and pulling him on top of her, their lips colliding once more.

Eve moaned at the feeling of Happy's hard boner poking her very sensitive area. Her moans got louder and more frequent when his lips were once again travelling down her petite frame.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice demanding and husk. "I want to see that pretty pussy."

Eve didn't agrue and immediately followed her boyfriend's demand.

Happy lay himself down on his stomach, his face positioned between his girl's outstretched legs, gripping her thighs tightly as he pulled her closer.

A gasped escaped Eve's lips as Happy's tongue slid inside of her very juicy pussy. A raspy hum of delight left his lips as he ate her out, his tongue flicking her clit, causing her breathing to pick up, her moans catching in her throat as she tugged at her own hair, her toes curling at the feeling of pleasurable shivers running up her spine. 

Eve whined when Happy pulled back, a cheeky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "Happy, please, don't stop," she pouted like a five year old who was told she couldn't have ice cream for dinner.

Happy tilted his head to the side, seemingly amused as he watched her squeeze her legs together, thrusting her hips slightly, desperate to feel any kind of friction.

"You better fuck me right now, Hap, or I'll take care of myself," she said, trying to sound demanding, but it only came out as a desperate whine.

"Go on then," he said, unaffected, motioning for her to do so. "I'd bet you'd love it. Get off on me watching you pleasure yourself, you dirty girl," he said as his eyes and tone darkened with lust.

"You want to see your dirty girl touch herself? Hmm...?" she whispered seductively as she started to gently caress her thighs.

Happy watched her closely, his smirk widening, but as her fingers moved closer to her folds, Happy lunged forward with a growl, pinning her wrist above her head, eliciting a cheeky giggle from the girl.

"What's wrong?" She tilted her head to the side, feigning confusion.

"That's my job," he hissed in her face.

"Ooh..." she said, a lustful glint in her eyes as she bit into he lower lip. "Then take care of me, baby. The way only you know how."

That same growl left his lips as Happy placed himself on top of the love of his life, kissing her lips with a hungry desire as he positioned himself at her folds.

Eve’s breath hitched as he entered her, his body moving in a rhythm that spoke of years of experience. Eve's legs then wrapped around his waist, moving her hips along with his with uncontrollable passion.

They made love with animal like intensity, each touch and kiss fuelled by pure hunger and need.

Eve gasped as Happy's hand wrapped around her neck, before he captured her lips in a wet and agressive kiss, his teeth piercing into her bottom lip, drawing a small amount of blood as he pulled back, "I want to hear you, baby. Come on, I want to hear you scream," he grunted as his thrust got harder. "Say my name! I want everyone to know who's fucking your tight pussy."

Eve's breathing picked up as her loud moans echoed through the trees, "Fuck, Happy! Harder!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

This boosted Happy's ego as he quickened his pace, "You look so beautiful under me, taking my cock like the good little slut you are. What are you, baby?"

A whimpering moan slipped from Eve's lips as her head continuously whipped from side to side as she tugged at her own hair, feeling Happy hit her g-spot hard, over and over again, "I'm your good little slut," she croaked as Happy's grip on her neck tightened.

"That's right," he seethed, his hand moving to grip her face as he pulled her into a hungry kiss, making sure to stick his tongue down her throat, not bothering to ask for permisson. He could taste the linger flavour of Eve's metalic blood on his tongue, which only fuelled his desire more. "You're all mine," he murmured on her lips, a sinister smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "This pussy belongs to me. You understand me?"

Eve lifted her head, cupping her man's face with both hands, "I'm all yours," she whispered, before placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"I want you to come with me, okay?" he breathed out, his chest starting to heave as he rested his forehead on hers.

All Eve could manage was a nod as she felt herself clench even tighter around him. Reaching down, she started to rub her clit to help herself reach her release that much quicker.

"That's right, baby," he whispered, his rhythm was smooth but affective. "Touch yourself. Get yourself nice and wet for my cock." A grunt left Happy's lips as he felt her pussy clench around him even more. "So fucking tight," he said, unable to help the moan that slipped from his lips. "I'm close, baby, so fucking close."

Eve moaned sweetly, biting her bottom lip, "Me too."

"Yeah?" Happy grunted, his pace firecely quickening.

"Ah-ah," Eve nodded, unable to form words as her whole body heated up. "F-Fuck, H-Hap!" she screamed, feeling her release approaching.

"You ready?" Happy asked, knowing his was not far off.

"Please, baby," she whimpered as she tried desperately to hold it.

"Let it go, baby," and as soon as those words left Happy's lips, they both reached their peak, leaving them breathless but satisfied. "Fuck, you are such a good girl," he breathed out, keeping himself pressed inside her, feeling his load leaking out of her, before bringing her in for one last kiss, and dropping down beside her.

And as they lay entwined in the sleeping bag, their bodies still humming with the afterglow of their lovemaking. Happy pulled Eve close, his lips pressing against her forehead in a tender kiss, before he simply looked into her eyes, caressing her cheek ever so softly, “Marry me?” he whispered, his voice filled with so much love and affection for this woman beside him.

A/N: @samcrosfaith I thoroughly enjoyed writing Eve, so if you want me to write more one shots with her and Happy, or even another pairing, let me know. But I do hope you enjoyed this, and I hope I did Happy and your OC justice.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

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Harder - Chibs Telford x Reader

Distraction - Happy Lowman x Reader (NSFW 18+)

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"Now" Part 2 Part 3

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Chibs meets his daughter for the first time.

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Just Kiss Me You Idiot

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Once again, you were being ignored, by the one person you wanted to be noticed by the most. Yet again he had a crow eater all over him and all you wanted to do was walk over, grab her hair and smash her face in for being over your man, but you didn’t want to cause a scene and Happy wasn’t your man. In fact he never even showed you any attention, it was like you were invisible. Which was why you were knocking the shots back.

“Whoa, slow down there,” Jax laughed, taking the shot out of your hand, knocking it back himself. “That’s like your tenth shot in the last five minutes. What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You huffed, nodding at Chucky for a beer. “Just me being stupid again.”

“Righ, that's it. I have had enough of this. I am going to speak to Happy.” Jax said.

“Jax wait,” You said, but it was too late he had already disappeared and was talking to Happy. Both of them kept looking over in your direction and you just wanted the ground to swallow you up.

About ten minutes had passed and Happy was now sitting next to you.

“Oh so I’m not invisible then,” You huffed, knocking back some more shots.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, not even looking at you.

“Do you know what Hap? Forget it!” You snapped, you had had enough, if he didn’t want to give you the time of day, then why should you? “You’re a fucking asshole!” Before you had a chance to take more than two steps away, you felt him wrap his fingers around your wrist, pulling you close to him.

“I swear to god, Hap. If you don’t let go of me I will stab you!” You spat.

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” he grinned.

“Excuse me?” You gasped, trying to work out if your brain was playing tricks on you.

“Kiss me,” He smirked, “I’m an idiot, I was scared you didn’t like me the same way, so I ignored you thinking I wouldn’t feel what I feel for you.”

“How’d that work out for you?” You giggled.

“Not too well, but like I said kiss me and I’m sure things will get better!”

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Happy’s Girl

Summary: Happy finally get the courage to ask out Y/N Telford, who happens to be the daughter of none other than Chibs Telford. But neither Happy or Y/N stopped to think about how Chibs would react.  Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader  Word Count: 2,583 Warnings: Out of character Happy, kinda. swearing.  A/N: Happy is probably written out of character but I just love the ‘he’s a bad guy to everyone but her’ trope. Also, for those that wanted a continuation of THIS Happy imagine, this is the whole one shot. Tell me what you think!! Text divider by: @firefly-graphics​ 

Y/N was walking out of the garage office and making her way to her car when she heard someone calling her name. She figured it was one of the guys coming to ask her about something related to the garage or to ask her if she had seen Gemma. Which she had not. But what she was not expecting was to turn around and see Happy standing there, and not meeting her eye. It confused her, she was used to seeing the killer hold a stare with anyone and not back down.

“What can I do for you Happy?” she asked, “Need something from the office?” 

“No, I actually just need to ask you something,” Happy paused, taking a second to look around for others. Y/N waited, hoping he would continue. 

“I was just wondering if you’d let me take you out?” 

As soon as the words left his mouth Y/N’s stomach erupted in butterflies. She had never expected one of the guys, let alone Happy to be asking her out. Especially considering her father had a seat at the same table and the repercussions for dating his daughter were always great. But Y/N could handle her father and his temper, and neither were going to stand in the way of going out with the guy she had been ogling at for as long as she could remember. 

With a smile on her face Y/N replied, “Of course Hap, I’d love to.” 

A wide smile broke across his face at her words. “Tonight? I can pick you up around 8.” 

“That sounds great, I’ll see you then.” Y/N replied, the smile never leaving her face as she got into her car. 

Y/N was putting her earrings in when her doorbell rang. She let out an excited gasp as she run out of her bedroom and towards her front door. Sliding to a stop in front of it she took a moment to gather to breath before opening the door. 

“Hey,” she said breathless as the door opened to reveal Happy on the other side. 

“Hi,” he replied, nearly as breathless as Y/N had been. “You look amazing.” 

“Thank you,” Y/N mumbled as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she stepped out of her doorway. 

Happy took a step back to let Y/N lock her front door. He took a moment to admire her figure in the jeans that she had chosen to wear, thinking to himself that she was the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, with the best ass he’d ever laid eyes on. But that was something he would tell her later.

“You ready to go?” Y/N’s voice broke Happy out of his thoughts. 

Happy smiled and held his hand out for her to take. Y/N happily took it, letting him lead her to the motorcycle that sat next to her car. Happy handed her the helmet that was hung over the handlebars before mounting his bike. Y/N followed him shortly after, buckling the helmet as she slung her leg over the bike. 

“Hold on tight,” Happy said over his shoulder, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he revved the engine of the motorcycle. 

Nearly thirty minutes later Happy was pulling his bike into the empty parking lot of what looked like a bowling alley outside of Charming. As the two dismounted from the bike Y/N sent Happy a questioning look, as if to ask why the parking lot was empty. 

Happy seemed to catch on because he began to speak, “Buddy owns the place and owed me a favor. Figured we’d get a better chance to be more open if no one else was here.” 

Y/N simply nodded, knowing better than to question him as to why he was owed a favor. But she also couldn’t fault his thinking, which is why she did not argue with him when he grabbed her hand and led them to the front door. 

The door opened easily, indeed opening to an empty bowling alley. However, all of the lights were on and there was even a table set up at the start of one of the lanes piled with different types of food and drink. It shocked Y/N, as she had just been expecting a simple dinner or movie. She never expected Happy to put in so much effort to impress her. 

“Happy, this is...” she began, but was quickly interrupted by Happy. 

“It’s nothin’.” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her face, knowing that this man wasn’t going to accept any compliment or praise from her. And she didn’t get the chance to argue with him as he led her to the table. Once there Happy took a moment to set up the scoreboard for their game while Y/N poured them both a small glass of beer from the pitcher on the table.

“And we’re all set.” Happy spoke as he turned around to face Y/N who was unable to wipe the smile off of her face.

Nearly four hours later the two of them were walking up Y/N’s driveway and to her front door. Y/N was still unable to rid her face of the smile that she had been sporting all night. From the surprise that was the bowling alley to the good food and great company she could not have asked for a better date.

“I had a great time tonight,” Y/N said as Happy walked her to her door after what she would consider a pretty good date. 

She turned to face him when they reached the door, smiling up at him. He gave her a small smile in return, the emotion actually reaching his eyes. 

“I did too,” Happy replied, taking a step closer to her so she was less than an arm’s length away from him. He reached up to brush a piece of hair out of her face, watching her e/c eyes flash to his lips. 

Happy took that as all the invitation he needed to lean down and brush their lips together; not kissing her yet giving her the chance to pull away is she wished. But Y/N didn’t pull away, instead she placed on of her hands on the side of his face, casting one final glace into his deep brown eyes before pulling him the rest of the way to her, slotting their lips together. 

It was a soft, deep kiss. One that knocked the breath out of Y/N’s lungs and had her craving for more. Despite the feeling deep within her she pulled away, smiling as she could still feel the kiss on her lips. 

“Wow,” she breathed out against his lips, touching her forehead to his. 

Happy chuckled, pulled back a little more to look her in the eye, “You wanna do this again sometime?” 

Y/N nodded, “Pick me up next Friday at eight.” 

As the weeks went on everyone could see the change in Happy’s demeanor, but no one was complaining. They all just wanted to know what girl had Happy so whipped. So, while sitting at the clubhouse bar a few weeks later Tig decided to ask. 

“Hey Hap,” Tig started, waving the larger man over, “I’ve got to ask man, whose got you so pussy whipped?” 

The handful of men around them laughed, including Jax and Chibs. Happy looked from Tig to Chibs, trying to come up with something to say that wasn’t going to anger the Scotsman. But he soon realized that that was going to be next to impossible as the woman he’s been seeing is none other than his daughter. 

So Happy decided to bite the bullet and come clean. He’d rather Chibs knock him to the ground now rather than later, or in front of Y/N. 

“Y/N,” he mumbled, knowing that they all heard him. That much was evident by the sound of a chair scraping against the floor. 

“My fuckin’ daughter,” Chibs seethed as he got nose to nose with Happy. Happy nodded as the club house went silent. “Ya’ bangin’ my fuckin’ kid!” 

“Dating,” Happy replied, not backing down now. “We’re dating.” 

Chibs shook his head, anger pouring off the man in waves. “No, end it now. She’s not dating a Son, she deserves more than this life.” 

“I couldn’t agree more,” Happy began, “She deserves so much more than I can give her, and I’ve tried to tell her than. But she’s chosen to stay.” 

Happy took a deep breath, shocked with himself for feeling so many things about this situation and his girl, he wasn’t used to it. “I think I may love her,” he continued.

The clubhouse went deadly silent. No one dared make a sound as the anger rose in Chibs, rather many of them took a step back just as Chibs brought his arm back and slugged Happy across the face, sending the larger man stumbling back a step or two. Gasps and exclamations broke out of the men surrounding Happy and Chibs, waiting to see what would happen next. Many of them expected Happy to come back and lay Chibs out, none of them would blame him if he did. But Happy didn’t do anything but wipe what little blood escaped the cut on his lip.

“I’m not gonna fight you brother,” Happy said, putting his hands up near his chest. “It would kill her to know we went at it. But I’m not gonna lie to you brother, I think I love her.”

Chibs was seething, he didn’t want to hear anything Happy had to say especially when it came to his daughter. His daughter who he loved with everything in his heart, who he so desperately wanted away from the club life, his little girl. He wanted to hit Happy again but knew that he was right it would tear Y/N up. So instead Chibs turned around in a huff and walked away from the group of men, storming in the direction of the office near the garage.

Y/N was sitting in the office with Gemma working on paperwork for the garage when the door opened. Both women looked up from their desks to look at the person who had opened the door, seeing Chibs standing in the doorway.

“Gem, can you give Y/N and I a minute?” he asked with very little emotion in his voice.

The older woman got up from her desk without a word, shooting Y/N a smirk and knowing look over her shoulder. Once the door closed behind her Chibs took a step forward towards his daughter.

“Y/N Telford, how could you not tell me?” her father growled out trying to keep himself from yelling.

Y/N was stunned for a moment. Her father had not talked to her like that since he caught her sneaking out of the house in high school. But she also had no idea what he was talking about, there was a lot that she didn’t let her father know simply because it would give him a heart attack if she did. And she let him know that.

“Dad, I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

“Don’t play fuckin’ dumb wit’ me. I know,” Chibs let out a long, angry breath. “I know your screwin’ Hap.”

Y/N looked at him stunned, “And? We’re dating, what’s the big deal?”

Chibs stood there with his mouth open, stunned himself. He wanted to yell at her but refrained, knowing there was probably already a crowd of bikers standing outside the door.

“He’s a goddamned Son, Y/N! He’s done things that most can’t come back from. He’s just no good for you.”

Y/N shook her head as she stood up from her desk chair. She wanted to meet her dads eye, show him that she’s still the spitfire that he had raised her to be.

“None of that fucking matters Dad. You’re a Son, you’ve done the same things and I never look at you any different.” She took a step closer, “So why the fuck does it matter that its Happy? He’s more than proven that he will be able to take care of me, to keep me safe. And he makes me so happy Dad, isn’t that all you’ve ever wanted for me to be happy?”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, trying to keep the tears from forming or falling. She didn’t want to argue with her dad especially not over something like this.

“Of course, I want you to be happy,” he nearly shouted, “But not with a Son, not with someone who could be putting you in danger.”

“This fuckin’ club is my family because of you and that’s why there’s always a chance that I’m in danger. So why shouldn’t I find a guy who can make me happy and protect me against the people that are after me because of you?” Y/N sighed as she looked at her father. He stood in the same spot with the same amount of rage behind his eyes. “Forget it, I’m not going to keep arguing with you.”

Y/N pushed her way past her father, catching his shoulder on her way to the door. She ripped the door open and watched a dozen men outside attempt to look busy as she stomped through the parking lot. No one attempted to stop her instead letting her storm to her car and peel out of the parking lot. Everyone cut their eyes to Chibs who still seemed to be fuming as the roar of a motorcycle’s engine roared through the air. Signaling Happy had decided to follow Y/N out of the parking lot.  

Y/N slammed her front door as she walked into her house her anger at her father coming to the surface. She was livid with her father; he had no right to be that angry at her for dating someone. She wasn’t sixteen anymore, she was an adult who was completely capable of thinking for herself and making her own decisions. She didn’t need her father to tell her want to do anymore, so why he thought he was still able to was astonishing.

“Babe?” Happy’s voice sounded through the house, reaching Y/N in the kitchen and breaking her from her thoughts. However, she did not respond to him scared that if she did she would end up crying or screaming.

“Baby,” he tried one more time as he stepped foot into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he saw Y/N leaning against her countertop with her eyes closed, practically shaking. As he moved into the kitchen Y/N didn’t react to her boyfriend, not until he was directly in front of her and pulling her into his arms.

“Why does he have to be such an ass?” Y/N mumbled into Happy’s chest as she wrapped her own arms around Happy’s torso.

“Because he wants what is best for his baby girl.” Happy rubbed his hand up and down Y/N’s back as she tightened her arms around him. “And I’m not that.”

Y/N looked up at Happy with wet eyes, the fear of him breaking up with her running through her mind, “But you are Hap, you’re the best guy I could ever ask for even if you are a little rough around the edges.”

Happy cracked a small smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. As he did he thought to himself that they were going to be okay, the two of them would get through this and Chibs would pull his head out of his ass eventually.

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PRETEND - HAPPY LOWMAN

“Ah, crap.” You groaned as you watched your friends from college roll into the lot at TM. You’d only been working there a little while, but you fit right in, getting along with all the boys well, Happy in particular.

“Hey,” you greeted them, plastering a forced smile on your face. You’d completely embarrassed yourself the last time you’d bumped into the girls you used to be friends with. You’d been telling them how well you got on with the scariest biker, and they’d definitely gotten the wrong idea and assumed you were dating the killer... which you’d gone along with to avoid further embarrassment. In your own defence, you were certain you wouldn’t see them again, especially not here.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, trying to keep the nerves out of your voice.

Kara rolled her eyes while Jennifer giggled at your question.

“Duh, we wanted to meet your boyfriend.” Kara told you, as if it was obvious.

Your stomach dropped as you kept your smile, your nerves freezing your face that way. Fuck.

The only thing you could think of was to dig yourself deeper into your lie, though and before you could stop yourself you heard the words coming from your own mouth.

“Sure, I’ll go get him.” Why?! Why did you say that?! You spun on your heel, heading back toward the garage where you knew Happy was.

You were gonna have to pull something special out of the bag to convince Hap to play along with your ridiculous charade.

“Hap?” You asked a little nervously as you stepped into the garage, casting a glance over your shoulder to make sure your old college friends weren’t within earshot.

“(Y/N)?” Happy said, his head snapping up to look at you at the tone of your voice. “What’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing an old rag to wipe the grease from his hands.

“Nothing I just.. uh...” You glanced out at your old friends again, wishing you’d never bumped into them.

You sighed as Happy raised a brow at you, willing you to go on.

“Look I, uh... I need you to pretend we’re dating.” Happy’s brow arched higher as you cast your gaze to the floor, letting the embarrassment of your request wash over you for a moment before you looked back up at him sheepishly, biting your lip.

When your eyes met his again, the killer actually had an amused smirk on his face, which only furthered your embarrassment. You were never hearing the end of this and you knew it.

“Why?” He questioned, though you thought it was pretty damn obvious. Still, you answered his question.

“I... I kinda told my old college friends... well, I mean, I didn’t, they got the wrong idea... but I didn’t correct them...” you trailed off, watching as his smirk deepened and you realised he was just fucking with you more.

“Will you do it, or not?” You pleaded a little impatiently. If you didn’t hurry this up, they’d know something was off.

He paused, letting you squirm for a moment before he shrugged. “Fine.” He agreed and you sighed, glad he was in a good mood today.

“Thank you so much.” You said in a rush, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him outside to where your old friends stood.

“Oh my.” Jennifer whispered, obviously not expecting Happy to be your type.

“This is Happy.” You told them both, still nervous as you waved your left hand to introduce your ‘boyfriend’.

Kara gasped right at the same moment you noticed the twinkle of the sunlight on your ring finger. Fuck.

You quickly put your hand behind your back, cursing yourself for forgetting to move the ring you always wore to your other hand.

This whole situation just got worse and worse.

“You’re getting married?!” Kara squealed and you saw Happy smirk again out fo the corner of your eye, saying nothing, his gaze turning to you, wondering what you’d say to that one.

“Uh...” You began, wishing the pavement would just swallow you up right about now.

Luckily, Kara jumped in before you embarrassed yourself even more. “Well, I’ll wait for my invitation!”

Jennifer nodded in agreement, the two of them far more excited than you about your fake wedding.

All you could do was force a smile and avoid the biker beside you, his face a picture of taunting and amusement.

“Anyway, we’ve got to run,” Kara told you and you fought the urge to sigh a breath of relief.

“We’ll see you at the wedding!” Jennifer sang as they both hugged you goodbye before turning to leave.

Happy spoke only when they were out of earshot. “So we’re getting married, now?” You could hear the smirk on his lips as he spoke.

“Shut up.” You snapped, turning around to head back to the garage.

“You’re not living this down.” He informed you, a couple steps behind you.

“Shut up.” You said again, this time pleadingly.

“I don’t think so,” He chuckled, and you groaned, knowing this was for the rest of your life, now.

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Tig Trager

He yawns as he looks at the clock on the wall, noticing the time.

"Damn, it's late. You can take the bed, darlin'. I'll just crash on the couch."

He heads over to the couch and falls, landing on his back. He kicks his legs back and forth dramatically, getting comfortable.

"You don't have to do that Tiggy, is your bed not big enough for two?" She giggles

He smiles and sighs.

"Oh no, it is. I just didn't want you to feel awkward or nothin'. But if you don't mind sharing the bed, I don't mind at all."

He stands and walks into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed.

"But I do wanna warn you. Snorings a huge problem of mine."

He grins, looking up at her.

"And I'm a bit of a cuddler, too."

she laughs, joining him in bed

Tig lays down, pulling her to him. He sighs, resting his chin on top of her head.

Herman Kozik

Koziks girlfriend was spending the night at his place for the first time, and she was both excited and nervous. As she got ready for bed, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in just a oversized T-shirt and panties. "Do I look okay like this?" she asked Kozi, who was already in bed.

Kozi looked up from his phone and smiled warmly. "You look perfect," he reassured her. "I like seeing you in my clothes." He patted the bed next to him. "C'mere."

She smiled back and climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up against his side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.

"Relax," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You being here is all I care about."

Kozik chuckled and gave her a playful nudge. "You're so tense. What are you worried about? we've shared a bed before and you know i don't bite... unless you ask me to." His eyes glinted with mischief as he gave her a wink.

She laughed, some of the tension in her body easing at his joke. "I don't know," she admitted, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I guess I just want everything to be perfect. I don't want to mess this up."

Kozi's expression softened. He stroked her hair gently and said, "Hey, there's no such thing as perfect. And you're not gonna mess anything up. I want you here with me, that's all. Just be yourself, and we'll figure it out together, okay?"

Jax Teller

Jax had been seeing his new girlfriend for a few weeks now, and he was falling for her hard. But he was a man who was used to living a certain way, and he knew that spending the night together would change things.

He had a rule - he never let women stay over. But he wanted her to, this time.

He watched her as she got ready to leave, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her body. She looked so beautiful, her hair down and cascading down her back, but there was something deeper than just physical desire.

As she looked up at him, he saw a vulnerability in her expression that tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to have her close, to protect her, to wake up with her in his arms.

"Stay tonight. Stay with me." His voice was soft and low, the words coming out more like a plea than a demand. Jax knew he was taking a chance by breaking his own rule, but it felt right. The connection he had with her was different from anything he'd ever experienced before.

She looked slightly taken aback by his suggestion. She hadn't expected him to ask her to stay, but now that he had, she found herself contemplating the idea. Staying the night seemed like a big step, a move that would bring them closer together. She knew that if she agreed, things would never be the same between them.

She looked back and forth between his eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. She had never seen this more vulnerable side of Jax before. For a long moment, it seemed like she was contemplating what to do.

Then, slowly, she nodded her head, her mouth curving up into a small smile. "Okay. I'll stay."

Opie Winston

Opie had never been one for emotional attachments they just didn't seem like a good investment anymore. But then she walked into his life. He hadn't been expecting it, but he found himself drawn to her, the way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way she carried herself.

And now, after weeks of dating, he felt something shift. He found himself wanting her to stay the night. It was a big step for him. It would be the first time sleeping next to someone since Donna.

He nervously cleared his throat, looking down at his hands as he spoke. "So, I know we've been dating for a while now, and things are going pretty well, right? And I was thinking... well, I don't know, maybe you could stay the night? Tonight?"

The words came out more like a question than a statement, and he didn't look up to meet her eye. He was feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, and he didn't know how she would react.

The silence that hung in the air between them felt like an eternity, and Opie couldn't bear to look up. He braced himself for rejection, ready to laugh it off and brush it off as a joke. But just as he was about to speak, he heard her voice.

"I'd like that."

The words were simple, but they were like a breath of fresh air to him. He looked up, surprise written on his face, as if he hadn't really expected her to say yes. But there she was, smiling at him, her eyes warm and gentle.

"Really?" he asked, still a hint of disbelief in his tone. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mix of relief and excitement wash over him.

"Yeah." She confirmed with a laugh. "I'd love to spend the night here with you. I just wasn't sure if you were ready for something like that."

Opie exhaled a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "To be honest, I wasn't sure either," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

He reached out and took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. "But i'm ready now. I want you to stay. I want to wake up next to you."

Chibs Telford

The evening had drawn to a close and it was well after midnight. Chibs was sat on his couch with his lass, wrapped in his arms and cuddled under a blanket, the two of them watching a random movie on TV. Chibs was slowly tracing patterns on her hip with his thumb as they both stared at the screen in front of them.

“Ye staying over tonight?” He asks in a low voice, glancing down at her.

“Yeah, if that’s alright with you.” She responds, tilting her head up to look into his eyes.

Chibs smiles and nods, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Absolutely.” He says, shifting to pull her tighter against his chest. “That’s fine with me.”

The movie continued on, though Chibs was more focused on his girlfriend than the plot unfolding in front of them. Every now and then, he’d place a soft kiss on her forehead or the top of her head and rub small circles on her hip.

Once the movie finally came to an end, he grabbed for the remote and shut off the TV before shifting to look down at her again. “Ready for bed, darlin’?” He asks in a low voice.

Chibs chuckles softly under his breath as he looks down at her already fast asleep, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He reaches out to brush a few strands of hair out of her face before carefully maneuvering around her to pick her up in his arms bridal style.

She stirs slightly, burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arm around his neck. He carries her towards his bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot and entering the room. He sets her down on the bed carefully before going around to the other side to lay down next to her.

Chibs wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her closer towards him, her back pressing against his chest. He nuzzles his face into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

As he pulls the covers up over them, he can’t help but think about how nice it was to have her there with him. It had been a while since he’d had a woman spend the night with him and he found himself getting comfortable with the idea. He places a soft kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Juice Ortiz

Juice laid in bed, shirtless with his boxers on. Rubbing his eyes he looked over at his phone and read the time, 10:46pm. He heard the water running in bathroom, he knew his girlfriend was taking a shower.

He groaned and tossed his phone down on the bed, he laid there staring at the ceiling patiently waiting for her to come out the bathroom.

The water finally turned off, he turned to glance at the bathroom door. He heard her humming. He rolled on his back and groaned impatiently. After 10 more minutes of waiting she came out the bathroom, with her hair in a towel already dressed Juice frowned realising he wanted her to stay.

"What are you doing?" Juice mumbled, she glanced over at him smiling. "Getting ready to go home." She stated.

Juice grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down towards him. "Stay." He mumbled with a pout.

"I can't, i have work in the morning" she pouted back, but Juice tugged her until her back was against his chest and his arm was wrapped around her waist.

"Stay the night." He mumbled into her ear.

"Juice" she whined.

"Just this once?" Juice pleaded.

She was about to protest again but his pout and puppy dog eyes made her melt. "Fine" she mumbled, rolling her eyes and juice smirked.

He kissed her shoulder and tightened his grip on her waist. "Good." He mumbled into her skin. He shifted them so they were both laying down and he was spooning her.

"Juice, you got to let me up so I can change again. I'm not sleeping in jeans," she laughs.

Juice groaned and tightened his grip. "No, stay like this." He mumbled, and she laughed some more.

"Come on, I'll be quick." She said while trying to move. Juice gripped her hips and pulled her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Juice buried his face in the back of her neck, inhaling her scent. He kissed a few spots and then planted one final kiss on her shoulder before mumbling against her skin. "You're not going anywhere."

Happy Lowman

Happy was in his apartment on the couch waiting for his girlfriend to arrive. It was the first time she was staying overnight, and he had spent the evening tidying the place up and making sure everything was perfect.

As the clock ticked on as he sat in silence watching it, there was a knock on the door. Happy jumped up from the couch and went to answer it. Standing on the porch was his girlfriend, drenched from the rain.

"Hey Hap, thanks again for letting me crash here I didn't wanna deal with my roommates drama tonight" she says backpack on her damp sholder.

Happy grins, admiring her wet appearance before pulling her inside and closing the door behind her. "It's no problem. I'm glad you're here."

She shivers, and he wraps his arms around her, drawing her close to him."Cold?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

She nods, leaning into him, her body still shivering. "Freezing."

Happy smirks and leads her further into the apartment, towards the bedroom. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes then."

They enter his bedroom and he reaches out to unzip her jacket, his hands skimming over her curves as he helps her out of it. Her shirt is next, and he pulls it off over her head, exposing her bare skin to his gaze.

He tosses her one of his shirts from his draws as she pulls her jeans off. She slips the large shirt over her head and onto her body, the soft material falling down to cover her thighs.

He watches her admiringly, his eyes tracing over her figure. "You look better in my shirt than I do," he says with a smirk.

She smiles and rolls her eyes as she playfully swats at him. "Shut up."

He chuckles and pulls her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I mean it, you look good in anything - or nothing."

"Come on we agreed, no more fun stuff until we figure us out" she pouts looking up at him.

Happy sighs and rests his forehead against hers, knowing she's right. "Fine, no fun stuff. But that rule doesn't stop me from being able to admire you." He runs his fingers through her damp hair, his touch gentle as his hands trail down her neck and settle at her hips. He pulls her closer against him, their bodies pressing together.

"I'm still gonna enjoy having you here though," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly as he pulls her towards the bed.

They crawl into bed together, under the covers. He wraps himself around her, his strong arms enclosing her in a protective embrace. She snuggles into his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

"Mmm, this is nice," she sighs, her breath fanning across his skin.

[kind-wolf]

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King of Communication - Happy Lowman x Reader

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings: Talk of sex, swearing, talk of periods/blood, a little bit of angst - not really only kinda!

Summary: Happy learns that he really fucking hates Tinder.

Note: Ticking off these WIPs is giving me an adrenalin high. I love me some Happy, and we all know he's not the most expressive person - so this happened!

When you heard the Harley slowly pull up your driveway it was close to 10pm. You let out dramatic groan, throwing your head back against the arm rest of the sofa, why does nobody call before turning up these days?

The knock was heavy against the door.

“Come in!” yelling over the noise of the TV. It could only be one person, he knew where the spare key was, and you’d be damned if you were leaving the blankets you’d cocooned yourself in. The lock turned and heavy footsteps soon found their way into your home.

You called out to him again, “Boots off!” you could almost hear his eyeroll. He knew your rule yet every time he turned up he needed to be reminded. If he wanted to walk dirt all through his house that’s on him, but this was yourhouse and the last thing you wanted was to have to clean up after him with the vacuum.

You stared at the living room door, waiting for him to appear.

Happy moved to lean against doorframe and raised his eyebrows quizzingly when he saw the mountain of blankets you were under.

“Don’t look at me like that, you’ve found me like this before.”

“It’s the middle of summer, Y/N.” you often wondered how his voice got to be so raspy, you’d never heard anything quite like it – but man did you love it.

“We’re not having sex.”

“Why?”

“I’m on my period.”

“And?” he shrugged, eyebrows still raised.

“Gross, Happy! We’re not fucking while I’m bleeding. Had you called before turning up, I could’ve saved you a trip and had your welcome home party somewhere else,” from what you knew, Happy had been on a run up north for a week, “Doesn’t the club have girls at the ready when you want to get your rocks off? Crow somethings?”

“Croweaters.”

“That’s an awful thing to call someone.” another shrug came your way.

“You got any food?” Happy didn’t wait for a reply as he turned and made his way to the kitchen, always one to make himself at home at your place. A minute later he returned with a plate of cold pizza and a beer in hand. Moving toward you on the couch and kicking at your legs lightly, silently asking you to make room for him.

“You settling in for the night, then?” this was bordering on unchartered territory. Sure, Happy had spent the night plenty of times, but only after sex. He never just… hung out.

He threw you a sideways glance, “You kicking me out?” you silently shook your head, “then I’m settling in.”

“Just so we’re clear – we are not having sex. You understand that right?” the look he gave you was almost offended.

“I’ll try control myself.” he rolled his eyes, “I heard it’s good for cramps though.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

It had been about four months since you kicked off this ‘friends with benefits’ thing. You’d come across him a couple of times at the clubhouse when Lyla dragged you along to their parties, never paying him much mind until one night where you were both downing tequila shots one minute, and then going at it like rabbits in his dorm the next.

He hadn’t kicked you out that night, so you’d had another round in the morning. And somehow it had just continued. He’d turn up when he was in the mood, and you’d send him a ‘you up?’ text when you had some frustrations you needed taking care of.

You had no idea why he kept coming around to you and wasn’t just taking advantage of the whole ‘croweater’ situation, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. Happy was good in bed. Better than good. He always managed to scratch that itch. And scratch it at least three nights a week. He always tried for more, but sometimes you just needed a wine and some crappy TV to pass the night.

“Why the fuck are we watching The Bachelor?” he grunted when you landed a sharp kick to his thigh.

“It’s trashy reality TV and I love it. I’m the one dying here, so I get to pick.”

You let out a content hum when his hand moved to rub your calf lightly.

“You need one of those heat pack things or something?” you couldn’t stop the soft smile that fought its way to your face as you turned to face him. The Tacoma Killer was sitting on your couch, watching The Bachelor, asking if there was anything he could do to help your unease. There’s no way anyone would believe you if you told.

“I’m okay, Hap.”

He nodded and turned back to the show he claimed to hate so much. The episode dragged on while you and the biker sat in silence, his hand continuing to rub lightly over your calf. You could feel yourself start to nod off when your phoned dinged on the coffee table. You were going to ignore it when it buzzed again, and then once more, groaning as you made a move to sit up. Happy lightly pushed at your shoulder to keep you in your comfortable position and leaned forward to grab the phone himself. You felt his eyes on you in a glare.

“Why the fuck is someone messaging you on Tinder?” he held your phone out of reach.

“Because I want to date, Hap.” you replied nonchalantly, “Give it here, who is it?”

“Some prick Josh – what do you mean you want to date?” his eyebrows were furrowed as he glared at you, clearly not pleased with this new intel.

“What do you mean, what do I mean? I’m a woman, I’m interested in dating a man. What’s the big deal?” you pushed yourself into a sitting position to make a grab for the phone, instead of letting you have it he stood from the couch to star down at you.

“You been fucking other guys while you’ve been with me?” his tone was accusing, and almost one of disbelief.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no. I have not slept with anyone else, I’ve just been out on a couple of dates.” you stood from the couch yourself, rolling your eyes when he still held the phone away from you and walked to the other side of the room. Turning back to you and pointing.

“None of my business? You’re mine, Y/N.” the way he growled it out made you freeze in place and just stare at him dumbly.

“Excuse me? I am not yours. I’m allowed to date-”

“You don’t get to go out and see other fucking guys if we’re together. That’s not how this works.”

“That’s not fair, Happy. As if you haven’t been sleeping with anyone else but me for the last four months.” you snapped back.

“I haven’t.” his voice was dark.

You gave him a dumb look, “Bullshit! You’ve always got your tongue down someone’s throat at those parties.”

“Yeah? When were you last at the club?” he was closer now, eyes narrowed as you silenced thinking it over. The last time you had been at the club was four months ago when you ended up in Happy’s bed.

He took your silence as your answer and nodded, “Exactly. You haven’t been there, because you’ve been here every Friday night, with me.”

You flinched at that. Because he was right. You hadn’t been at those parties because you were here with him. Which in turn meant that obviously, he wasn’t at those parties either. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed off to the side, almost speechless.

“Fucking hell, Happy. You only turn up when you wanna have sex, how was I supposed to know you thought it was more?”

“No, I turn up when I want to see you, we just happen to always end up fucking. We fuck, and then we talk all night. You think I let anyone else I’ve slept with stay the night?” his eyes had you pinned to the spot you were standing. Shaking your head in disbelief, how had you both read this situation so freaking differently?

“Jesus Christ.” your hands ran over your face before they dropped to your hips, “You have got to fucking learn to communicate better, man.”

He let out a dry chuckle, “S’what my mom says.”

“Well, she’s right.”

You stood staring at each other for a few seconds before you shook your head again in amusement at where this conversation had ended up and stepped forward, closing the distance between you and Happy and wrapping your arms around his middle, burying your face in his t-shirt. He hesitated for a second and then pulled you in tighter, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and one almost cradling your head to his chest.

“We good?” he murmured into your hair. Feeling you nod against him he took a breath and spoke again, “You mine?”

You pulled back to glance up at him, “That what you want?”

His kept his eyes studying your face, nodding, “Yeah.”

“Then yeah.” you answered, lips lightly turning up at the corners. He leaned down and closed the gap between you, lips meeting yours in the softest kiss you had ever shared with the man.

“Good,” he mumbled against your lips, “Not fucking sharing you.”

[tiggys-bitch]

Happy is a Swifty - Imagine

Oh my godddddd, thank you @kazosa​ for requesting this imagine, it was so funny to write lmao. I can just imagine this happening hahah.

~babydoll

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The sound of a door opening followed by stomping footsteps made Chucky turn his head to see who'd just walked in. He saw the tall, muscly bald man, who's name was Happy, walking towards him with an annoyed expression on his face. He was a pretty scary guy. "Hey Happy!" Chucky said with a friendly grin hoping his joy would magically make Happy, well, more happy. "You want a beer? I just put em in the fridge." The bald man shook his head, his eyes narrowed and glaring at Chucky. "No." He said in low raspy a voice that scared the smaller man. "I'm goin' in the back. Do NOT disturb me." He warned, pointing his finger at Chucky who nodded and gulped in fear. Happy made his way out of the bar area and down the corridors that lead to the bedrooms. He chose the one right at the end of the hallway and disappeared inside. When entering the room, his angry facial expression faded and was replaced with a small smile. He was happy to be alone after a busy day at work. And he knew just the thing that would help him relax. Happy walked over to the set of drawers beside the bed and put his phone on top of it. He went onto the YouTube app and put on some music ready to let loose. The sound of You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift played out of the speakers on his iPhone and he chuckled. Happy was a HUGE Swifty! But only in secret.. No one could know about his secret or he'd have to kill them.. Like a lot. There was something about Taylor Swift that Happy had a soft spot for, whether it was how hot he found her or her 'angelic' voice. He just loved her. "She wears high heels, i wear sneakers!" Happy sang along to the song, swaying his body to the beat. "She's cheer captain and i'm on the bleachers! Dreamin' bout the day.." Happy began to dance around the room, waving his arms in the air and wiggling his bum as he sang the lyrics. He was having the time of his life. Little did he know that his alone time with Taylor was about to be interrupted.

Jax, Chibs and Juice had just entered the Clubhouse and were about to order a drink from Chucky when they realised Happy was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Chucky boy, where's Hap?" The Scotsman asked, looking at the man who pointed down the hallway. "What's he doin'?" Chucky shrugged. "Don't know, he didn't tell me. But he doesn't wanna be disturbed." Jax let out a chuckle. "Probably jackin' off. He looked quite tense today." The blond male said making his friends laugh. "Don't know about yous, but I know havin' a wank helps me relieve some stress..." Juice nodded. "Same here, brother." He opened his mouth to speak again when he heard a faint voice coming from the hallway. "Hey Chucky? Is someone in there with him?" Chucky shook his head. "No, he came in on his own.." "Can you hear that?" Juice said making the guys look at him with confusion. "Listen.. I can hear someone talkin'?" The four of them fell silent as they listened out for whatever Juice heard. Jax was about to say he couldn't hear anything when the sound of Happy's voice filled his ears. "Should we check it out?" Chibs asked, intrigued by who Happy was talking to. The guys shrugged. "C'mon.. Let's go see what he's up to." Juice, Chibs and Jax walked down the hallway, Happy's voice getting louder the closer they got to the room. They each exchanged a look when hearing music coming from the room Happy was in. "What is that?" Jax asked, his brows knitted together as he pressed his ear against the wooden door. "I'm gonna take a look.." He muttered, grabbing hold of the door knob and slowly opening the door. They had no idea what they thought they were going to find. But Happy dancing and singing to Taylor Swift was definitely not it. Happy didn't hear the door open so he was carrying on enjoying himself as he bounced around with his back facing his friends who were all gobsmacked. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. "Oh my.." Chibs whispered as his eyes watched Happy dance. No one had ever seen Happy dance before.. And they wished they wouldn't ever again. Who could call that dancing? Jax covered his mouth with his hand, trying his hardest not to laugh. What had they just witnessed?! While Chibs and Jax stayed quiet, Juice let out a booming laugh, making Happy quickly stop and look over his shoulder to his friends. As soon as Juice began to laugh, Jax and Chibs joined in and pretty much they all had tears in their eyes from laughing so much. Happy's eyes widened and his face turned a dark shade of pink. Shit. He'd be caught. They all stared at each other unsure of what to say or do. "You, uh, havin' fun there brother?" Jax spoke with a chuckle. "Didn't know you were a Taylor Swift fan." Happy's face hardened and his signature angry expression came back as he stomped over to the men, pointing his finger at them. "You tell anyone about this and i'll cut off your dicks and sew them onto your forehead so you look like some fucked up unicorns. Alright?!"

[queenmaddsauthor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sons of Anarchy Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Happy Lowman, Chibs Telford, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: One Shot, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Attempted Sexual Assault, Happy Ending, Discussion Of Murder, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

She slowly pushes off from the wall, wondering mildly when she leaned against it. She’s dizzy and tired and just wants to go to bed, but the overwhelming fear drives her shakey legs forward.

Fuck what should she do?

Her hazy eyes scan the room while she continues to make her way forward. No, the croweaters all look too drunk and self-absorbed to be any help, same with the sweetbutts, she doesn’t know who drugged her, only remembers the absence of a kutte… not a Son, a hang-around. One of the guys looking to take home a croweater or sweetbutt once the Sons have their pickings.

With that muddled thought, she makes up her mind, a Son. They’ll protect her. There's a reason she didn’t think of being more careful with her drink, the Sons are very adamantly against rape.

[misc-oneshots]

Lazy work days - Happy Lowman Headcanons

Do you do headcannons? :) If you do, could I have a head cannon about Happy Lowman and his significant other having a lazy day around TM? Please !x

For Anon I’m doing significant other in second person as I would and imagine.

First head cannon request, wasn’t sure what to put but enjoy!

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- If you didn’t work at TM then you’d certainly work close enough to visit regularly, it suits Happy because he likes having his special people close by.

- If it’s a very quiet day for the garage and club business then sometimes you and Tig would cover for Happy so that he could sneak off to drop in on his mother.

- If there was a lot of club business going on, then you were on Happy’s own personal lock down and you had to hang around TM until he could resume being your escort. The boys found it excessive and it often annoyed you but you knew, deep down, that if he felt it was that serious then you’d safer with Happy around.

- Because his hands aren’t busy working on bikes or cars on lazy days it means that your ass gets slapped – a lot.

- Also, there is a crazy amount of groping and pulling each other down the hallway into one of the empty dorm rooms for some afternoon delight. The prospects know not to barge into the rooms now since last time happy threatened to shoot them.

- If Happy’s having a lazy day but you’re still busy it means that you gain yourself a heavily tattooed shadow, he follows you around just enjoying spending time with you.

- Any guys that come to TM and look at you for too long get FIERCE glares.

- On more than one occasion he’s walked in on you and Kozik hiding dolls around the clubhouse for Tig to stumble upon.

 - Happy’s your alibi when Tig actually finds one and freaks out on everyone.

- Happy doesn’t like having to share your attention with the other Sons but he deals with it because they’re your family too. But he does have to remind himself of that when he comes into the clubhouse to find you and Juice giggling together at some weird video on his laptop.

- You spend a lot of time of the slow days with Gemma, Tara and Lyla and all of the boys panic when they see you all looking like you’re up to no good.

- You like to hide on the other side of the yard and sext Happy while he’s surrounded by the guys and watch him get flustered. Well Happy’s version of flustered.

- Even if it wasn’t a quiet day at the TM, if Hale and Unser showed up for any reason, Happy would ditch whatever he was doing and attach himself to your side. If he was out on business than Kozik or Tig took the spot next to you because of Hale’s massive, very annoying crush on you. They didn’t like the way that he looked at you but at the same time he seemed to buy into anything that you told him so you were used as an alibi by the guys all the time.

- Sometimes you steal Happy’s tools one by one and leave them as a trail for him to find and follow. The trail always leads to one of the clubhouse bedrooms.

- The first time you showed up at TM on the back of Happy’s bike, before you’d gone public with your relationship, Tig had choked on his cigarette and Chibs had to whack his back to help him out. Jax nearly gave himself whiplash doing a doing take and Juice ran off to excitedly tell everyone else that Happy Lowman had let someone else on his bike!

[ourspeakeasy]

Happy Lowman - Moving AU Pt1

Sighing heavily you put down the box you were holding and opened your new apartment door wide open. Kicking the box inside, you slid it across the floor into the kitchen.

You didn't have many things to bring into this apartment. But what you did have was fucking heavy. Once you were satisfied with where you had slid the box you turned on your heel and went to get another. Instead, you almost slammed right into someone wearing leather.

"Whoa, easy there."

"Oops. Sorry!" you said while your face went a little red. Embarrassment was always something that showed on you no matter what.

He grunted his response and proceeded down the hall. You waited a few seconds before following him down the hall to your stuff outside. The boxes you packed were made for easy travel from the truck you borrowed to your apartment down the hall a bit. The big pain in the ass would be the couch that was sitting there like the evilest thing in the world. It took you and your friend to haul it up there. Getting it down and in was going to be a bitch.

Grabbing a few more boxes the guy you practically ran over rushed past you back into the direction he came from. Moving out of his way a bit you kept moving. If you stopped, you were going to give up. Or end up kicking the box that you were sure had some breakables in it.

"How were you planning to get that couch in that apartment?" 

You whipped around and gave a smile, "Not a clue. Still working on that."

He grunted and looked around for a moment, "Name's Happy. I live down the hall."

"Ah, well, it is nice to meet you Happy," you said while walking down the hall again.

This time he followed you, "In a rush?"

"No no. I know if I stop I won't want to finish and I am kind of on a time crunch with this vehicle. It's my friends and he wants it back soon so he can go to work," you quickly explained.

"No one helping you out?"

"Just me. Let's just say I am not on the best of terms with the rest of my family," you threw a sad smile and headed towards the truck again. Happy went into the direction of the parking lot.

Once you had the last of your boxes, you were prepping on how you were going to get that fucking couch in this place. The logistics in your head weren't working out no matter how hard you looked at it.

"Fuuuuck. Maybe if I can get it off the truck someone can help me bring it into the building at least," you reasoned and began the death walk.

But as soon as you got outside Happy was inside the bed of the truck getting it unloaded with two other men. You slowed down and watched for a moment.

Happy spotted you and waved you over, "Hey!"

Your legs moved before you could tell them to, "Hey. What are you guys doing?"

Happy looked at the couch and truck, "Really?"

Laughing at your own comment you shrugged, "Just making sure my eyes don't deceive me."

He smirked at you, "They don't. I decided that I would spare you the pain of doing this and got some brothers to help."

You regarded the two new men, "Thank you very much guys."

"No problem Lass. Why don't you show us where we are putting this thing?"

Nodding in agreement you chuckled, "Follow me."

Some minutes later, the couch is exactly where you wanted it. They refused to just drop it anywhere and insisted to place it properly. You clapped your hands together and sat down, "All moved in."

"Seems a bit bare," Happy said while looking around at the sparse boxes around your living room, dinning room and kitchen.

"I have to invest in a lot of stuff, it is true. Let's just say I didn't have a lot of time to grab what would have really helped me," you sighed while looking around yourself.

All three men looked kind of uncomfortable, not knowing where to take that statement. Instead of letting the silence become deafening you opened the fridge, "I have some beers if you guy would like some as payment for helping me out."

Instantly I got a round of yes' and crowd around the fridge. Handing them out, I closed the door and just stood there as the beers were halved in seconds, "That hits the spot. Thanks Lass."

You smiled, "Thank you for getting that beast in here."

Smiling back, he downed the rest and placed the empty by the sink, "We should get going though. Come on guys. See you around!"

"Definitely," you replied as you stood by the door letting the men out.

Happy hung back a little and just watched you. Finally he cleared his throat, "If you ever want to get the rest of your stuff just let me know."

"That is kind of you to offer. Thank you."

"I'm serious," he said while looking down at you, "I know that this isn't close to everything. There is usually only one reason why someone would take this little and move in with someone else's truck."

You felt like you should hide behind the door you held open, "I don't know you well enough to talk about this."

"I know. But maybe one day you will. And I am hoping it will be one day soon. Getting new shit is expensive," he cracked a smile at the end.

 With your lips forming your own smile you nodded, "I will let you know."

Grunting with that, he left quickly and ran to try and keep up with the other two leaving the building.