#Happy lowman fanfic

[ravennaortiz]

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~Holiday Prompt ~

Your hands wrapped around me sounds like a pretty good present, don’t you think?” With Happy.

Thank you 😊

Hello love! Aww thank you so much I appreciate that! Please enjoy this little story for our favorite killer! As always 18+

A Hand Necklace?

The annual SAMCRO Christmas Party was in full swing. The air filled with the sound of laughter, music and badly sung carols. The smell of cookies barely overpowering the ever present odor of alcohol and smoke. You were propped on Happys knee playing with the pom on the Santa hat he wore.

“Little girl” warned Happy as you swatted the pom directly into his face for the fifth time.

“Whoops” you giggled as you patted his cheek. “My bad”.

“Santa won’t bring you anything if you continue to be naughty” stated Happy making you laugh.

“I know a guy so I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter how I behave I will still get a present or two” you replied with a smirk making him shake his head. “Speaking of gifts what do you want Mr. Lowman?” you inquired with a tilt of your head.

“Hmm” pondered Happy as he sipped his beer pretending to be deep in thought. “Your hands wrapped around me sounds like a pretty good present, don’t you think?” he added as he looked back at you meeting your eyes.

“I can do that” you exclaimed excitedly before throwing your arms around him and squeezing him. Happy laughed as he hugged you back before letting his hands trail down your sides to your ass.

“Meant more like just your hands….maybe that bratty mouth” he whispered in your ear making you shiver.

“Ohhhh” you replied as you leaned back. Bringing your hands to his throat. “You want a hand necklace?” you inquired lowly.

“Something like that. Want those hands lower” he replied as he picked you up and moved towards the dorm hallway.

“Is it big enough for two hands?” you teased before latching your lips onto his neck and sucking making him groan.

“Brat” he muttered as he kicked his door open and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as you kicked your shoes off and stripped down while he did the same.

Once he was naked and seated on the bed he grinned at you. “I’m ready for my present. Put that mouth and your hands to work. Might get yourself a pearl necklace tonight if your good” he stated making you roll your eyes as you crawled up before wrapping your hands around him and kissing the tip of his leaking head.

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[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.

[cregansgf]

Relax {Happy Lowman}

Warnings: none just cute fluff with Hap,

a/n: i live for soft Happy imagines oml.

Happy looked down at the flowers in his hand, slightly nervous. That was the affect you had on him, somehow you turned the Tacoma Killer soft whenever he was around you.

Happy knew you were having a bad day, having heard so by Gemma, who told him how you called her complaining about work, and your shitty boss. So he wanted to do something to make you feel better.

10 minutes before you were set to walk through the front door he started a bath, putting some bubbles inside, along with some of your favorite smelling salts. He let out a hum as he lit some candles as the tub filled, steam filling the air.

He placed the flowers down on the little table you guys had beside the bath when he heard your car approaching the driveway. He looked around the bathroom proud of his work as he slipped out walking towards the door to greet you.

When you walked inside the first thing you saw was Happy standing there, a grin on his face. “Hi, baby” you smiled, kicking off your shoes.

“Ma,” He murmured, his voice low and raspy, “Close your eyes” he spoke as he walked behind you.

You looked at him confused for a moment before closing your eyes as his hands slid to grip your waist as he lead you towards the bathroom. “Ready?” He questioned, his tone playful

“I think so” you smiled, waiting a moment before opening your eyes, letting out a small gasp as you took everything in, a huge grin breaking out on your face. “Hap..” You whispered, looking at the flowers and candles

“You’ve had a bad day, i wanted to make it—“ He was cut off by you wrapping your arms around him, placing your lips on his.

“Thank you!”

He let out a chuckle as you undressed, watching closely as you got inside the bath, letting out a content sigh. He sat on the tubs rim, grabbing your shampoo before squirting some into his hand, using the other to run some water over your hair before he started massaging the shampoo into your scalp. He let out a hum as he saw the way your body relaxed, the pleased look on your face. It was only when he went to wash your shoulders you stopped him.

“Join me.” You whispered, looking up at him, sliding further up the tub, leaving room behind you so he could get in. He contemplated it for a moment, before taking off his clothes, getting in behind you.

You turned your body around so you were facing him, before moving yourself on his lap, grabbing the cloth and running it over his chest,

“This is supposed to be for you” He groaned, closing his eyes.

“It is, I prefer you in here with me.”

The look he gave you after you said those words sent shivers down your spine, he looked as if he was in love. Like nothing else mattered but this moment. Because it didn’t.

The only thing that mattered to him was you.

[witchthewriter]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝑺𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂.

Pairing: Happy x OC/Commissioned

Word Count: 2k

@a-kayy47.

ANNIE.

You had gotten home much later than you promised Kayleigh.

Opening the front door and stepping in, you could feel the warmth of your home. It was cosy, even with the lights turned off, and you could feel yourself loosen up. The familiar scent of rosemary lingered in the air, a testament to the essential oils you religiously diffused. The soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the gentle creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet were comforting reminders of the sanctuary you had created.

  Walking up the stairs, you aimed for your daughter’s room. Without fail, every single night you gave her a kiss while she was asleep. No matter what time you got home, you still did it. It let your baby girl know you were home, safe, without waking her up. It was like she had a sixth sense when it came to you.

 On those nights when you hadn’t kissed her, she knew. She would wake up the next morning and say, “did you forget to do something last night?”

So, at nearly four in the morning, you dragged your tired arse up to her room and smooched her cheek. Her hair was a mess on the pillow, her arms wrapped around her favourite toy. Kayleigh looked so much younger while she slept. It reminds you of those years before Charming. Struggling to make ends meet, doing it all on your own. Eighteen with a newborn. No one to lean on. No partner. No family. Just your strength. And the desire to make your daughter’s life the best it can be.

   As you made your way down the stairs, you saw your neighbor/baby-sitter/best friend asleep on the couch, her phone inches away from her face. You know she kept it close in case of emergencies.

When you first moved to Charming, you had gotten along with Dallas within minutes of meeting her. You remember it like it was yesterday. You had been so scared moving to a new town. And yet, she made you feel at ease instantly.

She had shaken your hand gently with soft hands and long acrylic red nails. Dallas seemed to glimmer (and she did – never leaving the house without covering herself in shimmer cream.) You liked her instantly. You could tell she was genuine. Because there was a sadness in her eyes that she covered up as much kindness as she could.

And so, you trusted her with Kayleigh. She didn’t mind babysitting, not at all. It also helped that you gave her free makeup and hair appointments. It was a win-win. Especially when Kayleigh had gotten attached to the town’s former beauty queen.

You smiled, covering Dallas with a blanket before heading to your own room. Sleep came quickly but lasted only a few hours.

HAPPY.

The Club needed Happy for an … issue. They always came to him when they had these particular problems. He was good at it. Harsh, unyielding and discreet. Okay, sometimes not so discreet. But he handled it, no matter how gruesome it became. Because sometimes a gun wasn’t the best way to get a man to talk.

When Happy was younger, he used to grapple with the thoughts of guilt and shame. With age, with more violence; that slowly disappeared. Like clouds moving to cover the sun, those feelings too were covered.

Now the only thing that seemed to redeem Happy was his family. That’s what made him feel the light. The weight of death was easy to shrug off when those he loved surrounded him. His mother, his sisters, his aunts, nieces and nephews; they mean the world to him.

  But the Club is, his life. And what they ask, he will do.

That’s how he got to where he is now. Tig the only other Son with him as they pried information out of the man in front of them.

The lights were dimmed, the walls had been painted a dark brown – nearly black. The floor was covered with a tarp, the closest bench had various tools atop it, some clean, some bloodied.

There was a constant drip, drip, drip, of blood. Only Happy could hear it, Tig had turned up the music to cover the screams. Except this man hadn’t been screaming. The only noise that came out of him was a deep grunt.

He was tied to a chair. Pinkies cut from the bone. Taking ten digits to eight.

Happy was quite impressed by the way this man held his tongue. No information spilled from his mouth. Not yet.

Happy wiped his brow, the sweat mixing with the blood on his hands. Tig's eyes met his, a silent conversation passing between them. They needed answers and this was taking too long.

Out came the sharper tool, and though resilient, the man was beginning to falter. Happy knew this was it, he could see it in the man's eyes—desperation, fear, and the tiniest flicker of surrender.

"Just tell us what we need to know," Tig growled, his patience wearing thin. But the man remained silent, his resolve steadfast despite the agony he endured.

Happy's thoughts drifted briefly to his family, the light in his otherwise dark world. He wondered what his mother would think if she saw him now, covered in blood, forcing confessions out of men. But he shook the thought away; this was his life, and he had made peace with it.

"Last chance," Happy said, his voice cold and unyielding. "Talk, or we'll make you wish you had."

The man's eyes flickered with a moment of hesitation. Happy leaned in closer, and the man spilled information like a teakettle boiling over.

ANNIE.

You felt as if you had barely slept.

The alarm beeped and you thought ‘surely I pressed the wrong button.’ But you heard the tapping of feet on the ground and then a small body rushed towards you.

 “Mum!” Kayleigh wrapped her arms around you and kissed your hair. Blinking away the drowsiness, you smiled at her and dragged her closer to you.

   “Hey baby,” you murmured, snuggling into her. Happiness bubbled in your stomach as you stroked her hair. Soft and smooth, even if it was a partial nest on her head. But as the timer kept going off, you knew you had to get up for another day.

Exhaustion had gotten the better of you, and autopilot had kicked in. After packing Kayleigh’s lunchbox for school, getting her ready and then yourself, you locked the front door and got the both of you in the car.

  You didn’t notice the black car parked in Dallas’ driveway. Not until Kayleigh asked if your neighbor had gotten a new car.

   “Huh? Oh, uh. I think she would have told us if she got a new one,” but you looked in your rearview mirror as you drove away.  

The salon was already open by the time you arrived. School drop off was always longer than expected. Especially with the type of parents that were there. Always wanting to talk (gossip) or complain.

  You knew not many liked you. Saw you as too outspoken,

But you couldn’t get the thought of that big black car in Dallas’ driveway. She had left before you woke up. She always did.

And usually she sends you a message – yet you realized she hadn’t. There was nothing from her. And that’s when the alarm bells went off. You knew her job, and that it had its’ risks.

  “Shit,” you muttered. Something felt wrong; and you couldn’t turn to the police. So, there was only one choice.

 You rang Gemma from outside the salon. Her appointment wasn’t for another four hours; so, you couldn’t wait for her to come in. You had to chase after her… and god did it make you feel anxious.

Months ago, you swapped numbers. You thought she was just being polite, but little did you know she saw you struggling. A mother alone, barely any help, working as many jobs as she could handle. Gemma felt for you. So, she offered to help whenever you needed it.

And you need it now.

  “Hey Annie, is everything alright?”

“Um, no. I don’t think it is – my friend. I think she’s in trouble. I need your help.”

At the other end of the line, Gemma was tickling Thomas on the tummy as he laid down. His feet kicking in the air. She was enamored by her grandson and nearly missed your words. She thought maybe her appointment needed to be rescheduled.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack. You were a mix of hot and cold, sweating and freezing.

   “It’s okay honey. Just tell me what’s up and we’ll get it all sorted out.”

HAPPY.

It took a while for the fucker to break but he did in the end. Now the two Sons rode in a beat-up van, in the back, the man’s body was wrapped in the tarp. Dead. It was always going to end that way. But some guys just held out hope that it wouldn’t. This one did, until his right hand had no fingers left. And his left ear was gone.

The van rumbled along the highway, a trail of dust kicking up behind them.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and cigarette smoke, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood. The silence between them was comfortable, each man lost in his thoughts.

There was a sudden and constant buzz in Happy’s pocket. His mobile rang. He was the type of person to always check his phone as soon as it went off. Always scared it could be his mother – or about her.

But the caller ID was familiar.

Happy picked it up and answered.

    “Really? Yeah no, no it’s fine. Just let us … get cleaned up and we’ll be there.”

“Who was that?” Tig asked, one hand on the wheel, the other holding a cigarette.

      “Gemma…she needs us to help someone.”

  “Do we know this person?” Tig urged on. He was a glutton for gossip just like the mother’s at drop off and pick up.

 “Nah, but she seems pretty important to Gemma.”

      Tig took another drag, “huh, wonder why.”

Happy tucked the phone back in his pocket and stared out the window, the landscape blurring into shades of brown and green. Tig took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, the smoke curling around his face like a ghostly veil.

"You think this is gonna be trouble?" Happy asked, breaking the silence.

Tig shrugged, eyes fixed on the road ahead. "When ain't it? But if Gemma's involved, you know it's important. We just gotta handle it."

Happy nodded. He knew the drill. They both did. Loyalty to the club and to each other was paramount. And if Gemma needed them to do something, they weren't about to question it. Especially as she asked them personally.

But before they could help with Gemma, they had to dispose of the body.

--

The address and information Gemma messaged confused Happy. He knew this town, and something didn’t make much sense.

“What's the matter?” Tig glanced over, noticing the tension in Happy's jaw.

    “This is a fucken salon Tig.”

Tig barked out a laugh, “I mean it ain’t our job to question…and I ain’t questioning Gemma. But ugh, you think we gotta go in?”

Happy glanced at Tig, bemused. “Guess we’ll find out. But I’m not sittin’ around gettin’ my nails done, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Tig chuckled, the sound deep and rough. “Ya know what. I might.”

   Both men laughed, but Tig was just that unpredictable that Happy thought one day he might.

They pulled up to the salon, the white exterior blended with the rows of shops. It was a small strip of stores, becoming busier and busier as the day went on. The sunshine glared down on the men, and both slipped their sunglasses on.

Tig threw his cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his boot. “Ready?”

[darklydeliciousdesires]

My love, could i request 10 w Happy..pleaeseee

I am SO SORRY I left you waiting for 500 years for this, lol! Enjoy!

"Jesus fuckin'..."

And that is where his words cut off, a muttering of "woah, damn" following from the bathroom. “Shit, baby. You marked me up good.”

Jumping off the bed, you pad out of the bedroom and across to the bathroom, finding your man examining his back in the mirror. "Looks like someone drew on me with a red magic marker." He then takes your hand, holding it aloft, his eyes looking between you and your pointed nails a few times.

"What?" You chuckle, running them softly down his chest. "If you don't want to be shredded, then you shouldn't be so good at giving me a reason to, should you?"

His mouth tilts into an agreeable smirk. "Fair."

[garbinge]

Misdirection

Happy Lowman & Daughter OC Scarlett Lowman

From these August Prompts: Misdirection A/N: Forgot to post yesterday, so here's yesterday's August fic!

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of hospitalization, hurt, broken arm, worry, etc.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

“Scar.” Happy’s voice rarely sounded worried, unsure, or defeated but right now it was a mix of all 3. 

“What’s wrong?” She knew to ask immediately. 

“It’s Lex. She got hurt at the clubhouse.” Now that was a typical Happy response, little information, but just enough detail to have Scarlett’s heart drop to her stomach. 

“What happened? Where is she?” Scarlett was grabbing her keys, eager to get wherever her daughter was. 

“We’re at St. Thomas, Tara’s got her, she’s checking her out.” Happy said that as if that was going to solve everything, like that would make his daughter's anxiety completely disappear. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Dad.” She was now leaving in the middle of her shift at work, no notice, just calling out to one of her server friends that she needed her to cover her tables. 

Scar was going to stay on the phone, pressure Happy for more information but she knew it’d be a waste and just get her worked up more so she hung up. She began speeding down the Charming roads on her way to St. Thomas, cutting through backroads and shortcuts, anything to cut down on the ETA. She didn’t bother parking, she handed the keys to valet and knew she’d make Happy pay for it. 

Before she could make it to the front desk she ran into Jax, literally. 

“Oh shit, my bad, Scar.” Jax steadied her. 

“Where’s my kid, Jax?” Her hands practically threw Jax’s off of hers. 

“Woah, relax, she’s up in pediatrics, Tara’s checkin’ her out.” Jax spoke like it wasn’t a big deal, like he wouldn’t rip down walls and bulldoze over people for his kids. 

“Don’t tell me to fuckin’ relax, Jax. What the fuck happened?”  

“She climbed on top of the playset, jumped down, fucked her arm up. Pretty gnarly jump for a kid her age.” Jax was smiling again like this wasn’t the most serious situation to Scarlett. 

“You saw her?” The rage was about to be pouring out of Scarlett. 

“Yea a group of us were by the garage, when it happened.” Jax was so oblivious to what was happening. 

“None of you said anything? Told the fuckin’ kid to– I don’t know– maybe not do that? Jesus, are you all so far up your own asses? Do you not get what the fuck could of happened, or did happen, I don’t even know because no one is telling me anything!” 

“Hey,” Jax held up his hands and stepped back. “We all called out, Happy was right there telling her not to do it but she didn’t listen, must be a Lowman family trait.” Jax’s eyebrows raised as he referred to Scarlett. “If it was super serious I wouldn’t be here bullshitting with you, I would be up there with everyone else waiting for you. So don’t misdirect your anger on me.” 

“Get out of my way.” Scarlett was pushing past Jax. 

As Scarlett entered the pediatric wing she saw Gemma, Bobby, Tig, and Happy. 

“What room is she in?” Scarlett wasn’t in the mood to have another ‘bullshitthing’ conversation with anyone. 

“201.” Gemma was immediate to answer, understanding what Scar was going through, mother to mother. 

Scarlett was moving quick past the waiting room and down the hall in search of the room so she could find relief or some sort of answers. She stopped in her tracks when she saw her daughter with a bandage wrapped around her arm, her face was stained with tears but currently her face was all smiles. There were so many things floating in Scarlett’s head right now as she stared through the window of the room Lex was in. Her baby was okay, she was hurt, but she was there smiling and okay.  But that guilt was still eating her alive. 

“Hey, she’s alright.” Tara’s voice alerted her to turn around and face the doctor. “Her arm is broken, we’d describe it as an acute fracture, she’ll wear a cast for a month and then a split, but it’ll fully recover, no surgery needed.” 

Scar let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, can I go in and see her?” She was turning her head and already starting to go into the room. 

“We still need a couple more x-rays just so we can see progress as time passes with the cast and splint.” Tara explained hoping that Scarlett would get it. 

“Alright, I’ll wait out with the club, you’ll find me when I can see her?” Scarlett sounded eager. 

“Right away.” Tara smiled and touched the side of Scarlett’s arm before moving into Lex’s room. 

Scar knew standing there and watching from afar would be tortuous so she quickly moved back to the waiting room. For a few moments she stood back, looking at everyone in the room but specifically her father. Happy was nervously standing against the wall where the waiting room began to open up. Nervous was a feature that Happy didn’t show very often. To be fair, he wasn’t showing it too much, but Scarlett clocked it right away. The stoic face had more of a frown to it, and his leg was lightly tapping up and down, he had his eyes focused on one spot on the floor, he was fixated on it probably thinking about all the potential possibilities, all the things that could have happened mixed with the anger that there was nothing to do, no one to blame, no one to fight to get payback unless he was going to punch the play set to pieces. 

Scarlett knew exactly what he was thinking because when she broke her arm when she was just slightly older than Lex, Happy went and threatened the parent of the kid who pushed her off the gym stage. It took 30 minutes of her begging for him not to threaten the child themselves before she negotiated him down to ‘talking’ to the parents. She should have known better, even at that age. 

“She’s gonna be fine.” Scar reached her hand up and touched Happy’s shoulder. 

His gaze immediately broke and turned to his daughter. “Can we see her?” 

“Not yet. Tara’s doing more x-rays, progress shots. She’ll be in a cast for a bit.” Scar’s hand was still resting on her father’s shoulders.  “You’re not mad. I thought you’d be mad.” Happy said now standing up straight and staring down at her. 

“I was mad. You’re lucky I ran into Jax down the hall first, I yelled at him and now I feel better.” She smiled. 

“I told her not to jump.” Happy still had his stoic face on. 

“What can I say, she gets her listening skills from you.” She pushed her hand against his shoulder before letting him go. 

“She gets that daredevil spirit from you.” Happy turned a smirk now. 

“And I wonder where I got that from.” Her eyes rolled and she turned to the other people who had begun approaching. Bobby, Tig, and Gemma. “She’s alright, gonna have a cast, that she’s probably going to ask all of you to sign, so please no inappropriate shit. Or cursing. Or SOA colors or markers please.” Her eyes moved to Tig specifically. “Why are you lookin' at me?” “Because when she asked you to sign her field trip form you signed it with the anarchy A.” Scarlett crossed her arms. Everyone turned to look at Tig as if to ask that was seriously what he did. 

“It makes the A in trager look better, what can I say.” He shrugged. 

Before anyone could answer, a little voice was getting louder from down the hall. 

“Mommy! Mommy!” 

Scarlett turned around and squatted to be eye level with her little girl. “Hey baby!” 

“Look I broke my arm!” She was grinning from ear to ear despite the tears being stained on her face. It was such a Lowman thing to do. “Its pretty cool, right?” 

Scarlett was going to answer, but it truthfully wasn’t the right time to reprimand her, she had been through enough and she’d talk to her at home about listening and making better decisions. “The coolest, but I’m just glad you’re okay. I was scared.” 

“So was Pops.” Lex pointed to Happy. “Pops, look at my cast! They let me draw on it and look I did a smiley like the tattoos you and the one mom has!” She raised her arm to Happy. 

The silence between everyone was very prominent, the tension rose. Some eyes looked over at eachother, some looked at Scarlett to guage her response, guage Happy’s. Tig was the first one to speak with humor in his voice,  a shrug falling off his shoulders and the sentence he spoke earned him a look from everyone.

“Well at least it wasn’t one of us that did something inappropriate.” 

[ravennaortiz]

Requesting a Holiday Prompt

2. I'll let you sit on my knee- with Happy

Thank you

Hello Anon! Please enjoy! As always 18+!

Call Me Happy Santa

“Whose ass do I gotta kick?” inquired Happy roughly as he slumped down on the bench next to you. He had noted your frown from across the crowded park. Charming’s winter festival in full swing.

You snorted as you shook your head a small smile crossing your face. “Classic Happy Lowman, Kick ass and ask questions later” you stated making him chuckle.

“Technically I asked first this time” he replied as he draped his jacket over you as you shivered slightly. Your light sweater not a match for the nights crisp air.

“True true” you replied as you zipped the jacket up. Inhaling the comforting scent of the man you had had a crush on since he first turned up in Charming.

“Seriously though. What’s with the frown?” stated Happy as he watched you closely.

“Its so stupid” you started as you shook your head and looked off to where the line for Santa was. “I stood in line for an hour so that I could tell Santa what I wanted for Christmas. Only to get told right before I plopped onto his lap that it’s for kids only this year” you sighed as you leaned back to look at the night sky. “I should have noticed that I was the only adult in line but damn how they going to wait? Like just let me sit on the mans lap and tell him my list” you added as you laughed.

“I’ll let you sit on my knee” replied Happy lowly making you snap your head up to look at him. Eyes wide with surprise.

“Ummm… really?” you asked still shocked as you turned toward him. Knees touching as you did.

Happy nodded as he patted his left knee. “Hell I can let you sit on a couple other things if you really want. If you want that though we gotta get out of public view” he stated giving you a smirk and wink.

“I---I--- don’t know what to say” you stammered as you felt your cheeks heat up and warmth pool between your legs at the images he had painted for you.

“I do. Just call me Happy Santa” he replied as he leaned forward and kissed you before tugging you up from the bench.

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Bad Driver

Description: Happy's girlfriend isn't the best driver

Word Count: 493

Warnings: none

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Happy is sitting outside TM waiting for his girlfriend to pull up. As she pulls in he notes a new scratch on the side, adding to the collection of the many others he'd have to fix later.

As the car comes to a stop, he looks at the damage, shaking his head in mild annoyance. He walks over to her car door, a look of resignation on his face. "Seriously, babe? Another scratch?"

"Huh? What do you mean" she asks poking her head out of her window to have a look at the side of her car.

Happy points to the fresh mark on her car, an amused expression on his face.

"See this new scratch right here? That's what I'm talking about."

"But I was super careful this time...are you sure its not an old one?" She pouts stepping out of the car to get a closer look.

Happy chuckles under his breath, enjoying her cluelessness. "Sorry, babe, but that's fresh. Trust me, I'd know if it was an old one."

"But I don't remember hitting anything...are you sure it's a scratch and not just a smudge or something?" She mumbles in denial, pulling her sleeve down over her hand to try and buff the mark off.

Happy lets out a playful scoff, crossing his arms as he watches her struggle. "Babe, I think I know the difference between a smudge and a scratch. And I'm pretty sure that's not gonna buff out."

He leans against her car, a teasing grin on his face. "Just promise me you'll be more careful next time. I can only fix that car so many times before I start charging you for the labor."

"I swear I was careful, Hap. I don't know what happened. God, you must hate me... I'm not doing it on purpose." she rambles still trying to buff it out.

Happy's tough exterior melts a bit at her words. He steps closer to her, gently pulling her hand away from the car. "Babe, I don't hate you. I know you're not doing it on purpose. You're just a terrible driver."

"...I'm not that bad.." she whines at him.

Happy rolls his eyes with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Babe, you've got a scratch or dent on this car every other week. I think that qualifies as being a bad driver."

She huffs a little, looking back at her poor car. "...maybe I could improve....a little.." she relents "is the scratch fixable at least?" She asks hopfully.

Happy grins at her reluctant admission and gives a reassuring nod. "Yeah, babe. It's fixable. Just a surface scratch. Nothing I can't take care of."

He takes her hand, leading her away from the car. "Come on, it's not worth stressing over. Let's go inside. I'll fix it up later."

He puts an arm around her, guiding her towards the garage while he glances back at the car and shakes his head, suppressing a chuckle.

[cregansgf]

Yandere! Happy with letter F number 3

Hi! Okay so I won’t lie this one was a little tricky but I hope you enjoy!

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They don’t understand {H.L}

Warnings: fluff, implied forbidden relationship, super short

“You know this is incredibly wrong right?” Y/n questioned, looking down at Happy, shivering from the touch of his hand on their lower back.

He let out a small grunt in response, “We can’t help who we love.” He finally spoke, his hand now tracing small stars on Y/n’s upper thigh.

“I know, but.. it’s kinda taboo.” Y/n murmured, looking over his features. How could one man be this beautiful?

“It’s only taboo to those who’ve never loved like us.” He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking again “We aren’t the only ones out there.“

A small smile formed on Y/n’s face because he was right after all, and like he said ‘you can’t help who you love.’

“I love you.” Happy whispered, his eyes never leaving theirs, placing a soft kiss on their lips,

“I love you, Happy”

[ravennaortiz]

Absolutely loved this!

Oh Faith Healer Come Put Your Hands All Over Me

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Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Can be read as part two of the Give Me Shelter Series or as a stand-alone.

Contains: Angst, hurt/huge comfort, smut (gentle Dom Happy, fingering, body worship, P in V, praise kink). Reader works at an animal shelter, no sadness around animals in mentioned.

2.4K words

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There was a side to Happy few saw and even fewer knew well enough to understand.

Happy stared at his pay for the coke run this month, after this, he'd have at least two million dollars sitting in his safe at home. He knew how you felt about it, "blood money." He can recall when he came home after the first lot when they just got out of Stockton.

"Look what I got little girl."

Your face fell as you saw the wad of money, "is that from the coke?"

He nodded, "you know I love you right?" Happy was worried, "of course, and I love you."

You smiled sadly, "then please don't spend a cent of that on me. I love you and accept you with all my heart but that doesn't mean I need to agree with everything do you. I can't live with myself knowing you spent money from drugs on me."

Happy felt his heart ache, "sure, I get it. Hey, you're cheap to keep anyway, like that elderly hamster you brought home."

You giggled, "don't start with me Mr Lowman, you love Mr Jelly Butt just as much as I do."

Happy laughed, "yeah, I do. I'm going to go out and buy him some organic lettuce with my cocaine cash."

Your laugh, one of his favourite sounds, came pouring out of your mouth, "you spoil him."

Happy was sitting on the picnic table when he got your call, "can you come and get me please?"

Happy knew that tone, it had been a bad day at the animal shelter, "sure little girl, hold tight, I'll be there soon." Happy drove off as fast as he could, coming to see you out front of the shelter, cooing at the kittens in the window, your eyes were red and your face was puffy.

He handed you your helmet and held your hand as you climbed onto the back of his back, burying your face in his back for a moment to collect yourself. "You ok to ride?"

You nodded, "yeah, it's been a long day, I just want to go home." Happy drove back to the house, he could tell that the closer he got, the more trouble you were having keeping yourself together. You lasted till you got into the door before you fell apart, Happy pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

"The grant got denied, I tried so so hard but they said no. I don't know what we're going to do, how can anyone say no to tiny creatures." Happy felt so much rage, God knows how much money he and his brothers had given the shelter, all it took was one look at a tiny face and they were opening their wallets. Kozik was banned from walking in because he already had a house full of animals and Juice was the champion of the foster fail.

"We can have a fundraiser at the next party, the last one got you through the month, didn't it."

You nodded, whipping your face, "you don't need to do that."

Happy grunted, "that's not what I asked, I asked if it would get you through the month."

You smiled softly, "it did."

"Then it's done. Now go and wash up, I'll put on dinner."

You were sitting on the couch with Happy after dinner, his hand holding yours while his thumb ran over the back of your palm, "I like your hands, they're nice."

Happy paused, most people were terrified of what he did with them. "You do, do you? What do you like about them?"

You giggled shyly, "they feel nice, men with soft hands are the ones who reject my grant." It was no secret you didn't like rich people, he liked the way you appreciated his work worn hands.

"We need mechanics, Hap. How else would I be safe enough to bring all the tiny creatures home."

"You're very sweet." You shifted and put your head in his lap, Happy's hands coming to rub out the knots in your back, after a while, your breathing became heavy and you were pushing into his hands.

"You wanna head to the bedroom."

There was a pause, "yes please." Happy stood up and took you with him, his hand wrapping around yours as he walked you into the room. The dog was fast asleep on the bed, Happy scratching his big white head to wake him up before shooing him out of the room.

"Go on buddy, you can come back later." The dog scurried off with a butt wiggle, happy to be able to have the whole couch to himself. Happy took your hands and sat down on the end of the bed, pulling you with him.

"You wanna do something, or do you just want to cuddle."

You smiled softly, "can I decide in a little bit?" Happy nodded and laid down, pulling you into his arms as his lips pressed to your forehead.

"You wanna talk about what happened today?"

You took a few seconds, "I wasn't crying because I was sad, I was crying because I was angry. This asshole showed up in a fucking Bugatti, wearing an Armani suit and this foul perfume. I saw his house key, it was one of those fancy key fobs that open huge front doors on those colossal mansions. He said they didn't have to funds and that we should look elsewhere."

Happy grunted, he could feel the thoughts of murder filling his brain. "He sounds like a dick, how's Tig's lastest foster going?"

You giggled, "the same way the last one went, he's going to have another dog in a few weeks." Happy chuckled, he was convinced you were placing them with animals you knew they wouldn't be able to give up.

He shifted to look at your face, "I'm sorry shit keeps going wrong for you, I know how much you care about those animals."

You sniffed, "I just don't know how people can be so heartless. He had the money."

Happy ran his thumb over your cheek, "my sweet girl, you want me to take your mind off it?" The way he was looking over you made it clear what was on his mind but there was no way he would do anything without you being sure.

"I'd like that." He stood up, taking your hands in his and began to undress you, his hands moving over your skin with gentle brushes. He gave you a soft smile, the love in his heart reaching his eyes in an endearing wrinkle. He lifted your hands to his mouth and kissed each fingertip, stopping at your index finger to run his thumb over the little red pinprick, "one of our new kittens has developed a taste for human meat."

Happy laughed, warm and filled with affection, "a taste for human meat, or just a naughty kitten?"

You giggled, "well, you know cats. If you don't boost their ego, their fluffy little faces get sad."

Happy's hand moved to your face, his fingertips grazing your cheek, "you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." When you went to respond, he raised his other hand, "just let me look after you."

He moved to the bed and fluffed the pillow before waving his arm and directing you to lay down. As you got comfortable, he pressed the back of his hand to the sole of your foot, "you want some socks?"

You shook your head, "I don't think any part of me will be cold for long.

He moved up the bed, settling next to you, propped up on his elbows, his eyes raking over your skin. His vision reached your face and his eyebrows wrinkled, "you're still thinking."

You huffed, "are you going to do something about that?"

He smiled, a little sweet, a little mean, "be good and let me look after you.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to have to break out the big guns and I don't think you want to wait for me to tie all the knots I want to." You took a deep breath and relaxed against the pillows, Happy smiling at the effectiveness of his threat.

He lifted his hand toward you and ran his fingertips from your cheek down your neck. You could feel the callouses on his fingers as he ran them down our chest, Happy chuckling the gasp you let out as his index finger circled your nipple with the gentleness of a man touching an object of worship on an altar.

"Is this what you meant when you said you liked my hands little girl?"

You smiled, "yes, kinda, there's more to it than that."

Happy chuckled, "you can tell me the rest later." You gave a soft nod as his hands moved downwards, he lifted one leg over his hip then ran the other up your thigh while pressing kisses to your neck.

"My good girl, always so wet from me." You exhaled as his fingers made their way through your slit, his thumb coming to rub your clit as he slid two long fingers inside you. You gasped as he pressed his fingertips to your G-spot, his lips moving to yours as he slowly moved his fingers in and out.

You moaned and he kissed you harder, Happy nibbled your lip, not enough to even think about it hurting. "You enjoying yourself pretty girl?"

You moaned, "yes, more please."

Happy grinned, "I can do that." His thumb sped up on your clit, your core felt warm as his lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue coming out to lick the tip.

You whimpered as you came around his fingers, Happy moved back up and pressed his face to yours, speaking softly into your ear, "good girl. Do you want to keep going or do you want to get some rest."

You could tell Happy was as hard as a rock by the look on his face but he was still thinking of you. "I want more, please."

Happy smiled, "my polite girl, you're so well behaved."

Happy rolled over on top of you with a gentle smirk then lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it up and down your slit. With a nod from you, he was slipping inside you slowly with a deep groan. He pressed his cheek to yours and started moving his hips in a deliberately grind, dragging his pelvis over your clit with focused ease.

He kissed your face from cheek to cheek then whispered praise his your ear as his hips sped up. The ridges of his cock rubbed your walls in just the right way, the edge fast approaching like an oncoming train, "Happy, please."

Happy pressed a soft kiss to your lips, "I know little girl, I know. I've got you." His hand drifted down to your clit where he pressed in small soft circles, building you up slowly till you were shaking and begging.

"Please Happy, please, I need more."

He chuckled, "my good girl, all you had to do was ask." He sped up, putting his weight on his elbows to get more leverage, before long, you were clenching around him while he grunting into your neck. "Good girl, can you give me another one?" You nodded frantically and Happy doubled down. You dug your nails into his back as you came a second time, Happy painting your walls with warmth as he fell against your chest.

He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, "you feeling better now?"

You nodded, "much, thank you." He smiled, "no need to thank me little girl. I'm gonna get something to clean you up, you relax." You nestled into the pillows while Happy fussed in the bathroom, coming back soon after with a damp, wet cloth to wipe you over. When that was done, he climbed into bed next to your and took your hand in his.

You ran your thumb over his fingers, Happy smiling, "you really do like my hands, don't you?"

You nodded, "I do, they make me feel safe." His eyes went wide, a rare thing for him.

"How's that?"

You shook your head softly, "I know what you do for a living Hap, and yet I know you'd never hurt anything or anyone that can't fight back. I know no matter how bad the run is, you'll always come home and be soft with me."

Happy smiled sadly, "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

You huffed, "you got under a filthy house and helped me save some kittens."

He pressed another kiss to your forehead, "I love you so much."

You lifted your head and kissed his lips, "I love you too."

You walked into work the next day, ready to try and find a cheap solution to the falling ceiling only to be greeted by everyone crowded around a small cardboard box. You shook your head, the shelter couldn't really afford another animal but you'd find a place for whatever it was. Except, when you got closer you saw it wasn't an animal, it was a box of money.

"How much is there?"

You were so shocked that it didn't feel real, "three mill plus, there was a note but no name."

"I think you could make better use of this."

You rubbed your face, "has someone counted this yet?"

They shook their heads, "alright, four of you do that while Cindy and I lodge the paperwork for an anonymous cash donation. We can fix our ceiling, build that new OR and fix the dog kennels."

Once the paperwork was done, you returned to one of the staff in tears, "there's four million dollars here, do you have any idea who did this?"

You shook your head, "no idea. We better call the builders."

The moment you had a free second, you called Happy, "you have no idea what happended this morning, someone dropped four million in cash off in a box at our door. We're in the middle of arranging how we're going to spend it."

Jax who was sitting next to Happy, gave his friend a smile, "that's good to hear little girl, if you need some hands we're happy to help."

He hung up before too long, wishing you good luck with all the new additions. Jax turned to him with a smirk, "are you ever going to tell her where it came from?"

Happy shook his head, "no, she doesn't like it when I hurt people on her behalf and she hates it when I bring up the coke money."

Jax huffed, "the dude had it coming, who keeps that much money in cash in such a big house. He was asking to have it taken, especially since he's an asshole."

Happy smiled, more to himself than Jax, "Juice better get ready, he'll be taking in a lot more tiny creatures now."

Fin

[darklydeliciousdesires]

DING DONG! Me again!! Can I come in? 😚

#5. “Oh, you came once, huh? Well, that ain’t enough.” The sentence structure of this one is perfect for my love, Happy.

Can u work your magic Sorceress of Smuttery?

Darling! I am so sorry this has taken a while to fulfil for you! Here you are, though :)

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

It gleams through you, chased wickedly by a very rapidly flickering tongue, your legs closing around his head as you grit and mewl, lost in the abyss of pleasure he always sends you sizzling into with the hypnotic power of his mouth.

"Oh, oh wow," you pant, your chest heaving, the pleasure slowly ebbing away again. "I needed that."

You make a move to sit up, Happy looking up at you from between your legs, shaking his head slowly, a frown denting his forehead. "You ain't going anywhere, baby girl."

"But, I came already," you tell him, puzzled.

He snorts softly, kissing your folds a few times. “Oh, you came once, huh? Well, that ain’t enough.”

Apparently, four times is enough according to Happy, as you're soon to discover.

[samcrosfaith]

LITTLE MUNCHKIN

Happy Lowman x fem!oc (Bobby's daughter)

summary; Nola finally gives birth to their baby and Happy realizes immediately that it doesn't matter that he isn't the biological father (Nola's abusive ex is). This is a chapter from one of my fanfics on Wattpad called DAYLIGHT in case you wanna check it out. Or maybe I'll even post it here if enough people would be interested! 🤎

warning; this is pure fluff and super soft Happy. 🥰

HAPPY CURSED UNDER HIS BREATH as the cars rushed past him while he stood on the side of the road. After feeling his phone vibrate, he immediately pulled over to call Bobby back, who then told him that the baby was hereᅳ and he was still two hours away from Charming.

He hadn't taken a single break in between, the eight hours on his bike were clearly wearing on his nerves, never knowing if he would make it in time. Even he knew that a birth can take anywhere from twenty minutes to over a day.

Part of him was glad that Nola didn't have to wait for him in pain any longer, but his guilty conscience was gnawing at him. He should've stayed in Charming, like his gut had told him. But Jax needed him, it wasn't like he had a choice.

With a frustrated grunt, he put his phone back in his pocket, slipped his sunglasses back on and mounted his bike to finally head to Charming. There was nothing he could do, all he could do was drive faster and try to avoid the traffic as best he could so he could finally see Nola and the baby.

Knowing that both of them were okay at least eased his worries a little and allowed him to breathe again, his muscles slowly relaxing on the road.

Still, he would've wanted to be there to see their little girl being born, to hear her first cry.

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AFTER ONLY AN HOUR Happy was crossing the halls of St. Thomas, every step fast and heavy.  Nurses and other visitors silently got out of his way when they saw the grim expression on his face, although that was just Happy's faceᅳ probably his Kutte played a role too.

When he finally got from the white, depressing hallways to the more colorful one, which meant he was on the right ward, he finally felt some calm wash over him, a sense of relief. And yet he was nervous, nervous about what it would be like to finally see the little girl he and Nola had been waiting for.

How would he feel? Would he feel anything at all? For the first time, Happy felt anxious; afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept and love the little one like he had promised Nolaᅳ it was still Alden's child, as much as he hated to even think about it.

But he didn't have much time to sink further into the spiral of thoughts as Bobby slipped out of one of the rooms and ran a hand over his face and then down his beard. He looked exhausted, but also proud.

"How is she?", was Happy's first question, no hello, nothing, the worry and guilt chiseled into his hard features. "She's pissed? Or can I go in there without getting yelled at"

Bobby chuckled wearily, slapping Happy's shoulder. "No, not at all. She wanted you there, but she doesn't blame youᅳ Nola knew from the beginning that the club always comes first."

"Still, she shouldn't even think like that", the SAA grunted, annoyed with himself. Yes, the club came first, but his priorities had changed and he wanted Nola to know that. "Can I see them?"

"Sure. Nola just fell asleep, the little one's awake but quiet", Bobby told him, bracing his hands against his hips. "I was just going to get a bag for Nola, maybe not a bad idea if someone's there just in case the baby needs something."

"Okay, do that", Happy nodded, his hand already resting on the door handle as he turned back to Bobby one more time. "She look a lot like him?"

Bobby shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Dark hair, yes. Otherwise she looks like Nola, as if she had stolen her mother's face."

Now it was Happy whose lips formed into a faint smile. "That's good."

And with that, he pushed the handle down and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. As quietly as he could, he crossed the room until he stood next to the bed. With the smallest smile, he looked down at Nola, visibly proud of his Old Lady who looked absolutely beautiful and stunning despite having just pushed out a child.

He timidly brushed back a few blonde strands that had come loose from her low ponytail and bent down to kiss her hair, inhaling her scent before finally taking a look at the small cot on the other side of the bed, catching his first glimpse of the baby.

His pulse was racing with excitement and anticipation as he walked around the bed and rested both his hands on the top railing of the cot. His lungs hitched and he had to swallow hard when he saw the little bundle, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, the baby noises filling his chest with love and pride.

He had never felt so much pride as he did in that moment.

"Hey Munchkin", he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Nice to finally see you."

As the baby looked up at him with curious eyes, opening and closing her tiny fists, a yawn slipped past her lips before she began to fuss, probably just because she wanted to be held.

And that was exactly what Happy did. With care, as if she were made of porcelain, he slid one of his large hands under her tiny head full of dark hair, the other under her back and then scooped her into his arm. Rocking her gently and never once taking his eyes off her, he sat down on the chair that stood against the wall and sighed contentedly.

No one would be able to wipe that proud smile off his face as he looked down at her and rubbed the side of his index finger across her tiny cheek, listening to the soft sounds the girl made as a tiny hand reached for his hand, her grip on his finger tighter than he expected.

Happy swallowed hard, tears of pride burning in his eyes as a storm of emotions brewed inside him. Most of them were positive, mostly pride, unconditional love and joy. But also fear and anger, anger at the man who was lucky enough to be her father.

But the longer Happy looked at the bundle, he knew that the little girl in his arms belonged to him, that it didn't matter who her biological father was. She was his, his little girl that he would, just like her mother, protect with his life.

"What's your name anyway, huh?" Then Happy realized that he had completely forgotten to ask Bobby about the baby's name.

Excitement rushed through his chest as he spotted the pink plastic wrist band around the girl's wrist and scanned it for the name. A big lump formed in his throat as he read the name Nola had chosen for the girlᅳ the name he had suggested two weeks ago when they were sitting in bed eating pizza while brainstorming a name for the little one.

Ruby Elle Munson.

Ruby had been the name that he had come up with, the first one that popped into his mind that he had really liked. And Elle was Nola's mom's name. They both sounded great together in his opinion but it was the fact that Nola chose the name Ruby that really did something to him, coating his eyes again with a layer of unshed tears. Which of course he immediately wiped away with the back of his hand before they could fall.

"So Ruby, huh?", he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Fits you perfectly, Munchkin."

Happy chuckled at the soft hiccup sounds he got in response, running his large hand over her tiny head, still fascinated by how much hair such a small creature could have.

"You're hungry? But we'll have to wait until your mom wakes up, I think", he croaked down at Ruby, not sure if Nola had chosen to bottle- or breastfed.

"You can feed her if you want, I chose to bottle feed her after the nurse said I didn't have enough milk", Nola explained, her voice still tinged with sleep as she slowly sat up, the happiest smile on her still slightly exhausted looking, pale face. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Happy's head shot up, the man had been too distracted to notice that Nola had woken up. Slowly he stood up, closing the little distance to the bed before settling down on the mattress.

"She's perfect, more than perfect." He placed a hand against Nola's cheek, literally staring at her sincerely after pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. "I'm sorry I wasn't here, babyᅳ you know I would've loved to be there."

"Hey, it's okay", she reassured him with a coo, sliding a little closer to him with a soft groan, which immediately made Happy look up with concern in his dark eyes. "I'm fine, don't worryᅳ just still a little sore", she assured him with a soft hum. "Thanks for coming right away, baby."

"Our daughter was just born, of course I was coming right away, Nola", the SAA grunted deadpanned, slipping his arm behind her back to pull her into his side. "I want you to know that you and Ruby come first, you hear me?"

"Our daughterᅳI like the sound of that", the blonde hummed happily, looking up at Happy with her bright blue eyes, his words meaning more to her than he could ever imagine. "But what about the club? I know how importantᅳ"

Happy quickly cut her off with a kiss he stole from her lips. "I love my club, and yes, I'm always available if they need meᅳ but you and Ruby come first, my priorities have changed, little girl."

As it should be. That didn't mean he wouldn't be there for his club anymore, he would always be there when they needed him. That's what he had signed up for when he joined decades agoᅳ but he had his own little family now and he knew everyone would understand. Not to sound rude, but he didn't want to be like Jax who only saw his sons a few times a week for a few hours because he couldn't find the time otherwise, or like the others who spent their time at the club instead of at home.

He would be there for his Old Lady and their child, not wanting to miss anything Ruby would learn even if that would still take a while. Also, Nola wasn't his maid, he'd make sure to help her around the house enough so she would have the time to just sit down, relax and cuddle with their baby.

"I love you, Lowman", Nola whispered sincerely, biting back a small sob, feelings and hormones still all over the place. "I hope you know thatᅳ and I appreciate everything you do for us."

Happy grunted with a slight nod, placing another kiss on the top of Nola's head as her arm slipped around his waist while she ran her free hand over Ruby's head. "I love you too, little girl, both of you."

"I can tell that she already feels comfortable with you." With a smile, Nola lifted her gaze, kissing the corner of Happy's mouth. "She's completely relaxed in your arms, no fussing and nothing. I know we said we'd see how things would go", Nola paused briefly, nervously chewing on her lower lip. "But in my eyes, you are already her dad, Hap. She belongs to you as much as she does to me."

Nola would probably never know how much her words really meant to Happy. For a moment he was even too emotionally moved to just stare at her and swallow hard instead of answering.

After a long moment of silence, he squeezed her arm, his gaze wandering from her to Ruby. "I know she's mine, it just feels right."

"So..does that mean that you'd like to take on the role of her dad right away?" Nola lovingly nudged his arm with her shoulder, smiling proudly. "She's going to be a daddy's girl, I just know it."

Happy chuckled, nodding his head slightly. "I hope so, she's already got me wrapped around her little finger."

"Mhm..me too, apparently that's already her first talent", Nola replied with a broad grin before she snuggled back into his side and exhaled contentedly.

And Happy enjoyed the moment to the fullest, both of his girls in his arms. That's what it felt to be rich. No amount of money in the world could replace this.

[marvelous-slut]

Bad Girlfriend - Happy Lowman x reader

Y’all. I’m back. I’m rewatching sons and I can’t contain myself. I LOVE THIS MAN. And I love ALL OF YOU. Life’s been busy, haven’t wrote in months but I come back to see the love y’all have given me even tho I’ve been MIA? Y’all are AWESOME. Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. Hopefully these can be a regular thing.

Trigger Warnings - minors DNI. Go far away. Smut. Angry sex. Cheating. Wrote this on my iPhone notes and didn’t proof read it the best, sue me.

“Hales a lucky bastard. I mean look, how’s a woman with such a nice rack with a guy like him? Total dork. Must be for some kind of show. Has to be.” Tig says as he thinks Happy heard all his words. Happy stopped listening after the first sentence. He turns to Tig, confusion plastered all over his face.

“What?”

“You know, it’s just weird seeing a hot chick with a nerd.”

“No, the first part.” Happy says, getting annoyed with Tig.

“Oh! Hale, yeah? That’s Hales old lady, Unsers niece, well more like a daughter he raised her, and you’re not listening.” He finishes as Happy stands up to go confront you. He wasn’t one to let emotions get the best of him, but when a taken woman was basically throwing herself onto him every time she saw him, he needed to know what was going on. Teach her a lesson.

You say with Jax, Clay and Unser. You’d went with Unser to make sure he was okay, the man practically raised you. It was hard watching cancer rip him away. There was more to it, you enjoyed being around the club. It gave you a thrill, watching these men and their old ladies, watching how they destroyed anything that dared step in the way of them and their women, them and their brother hood.

Truth is, it was easier being with David. It made things smooth, he was a nice guy, Unser cared for him. There was just something that didn’t do it for you with him, you couldn’t tell if it was the vanilla sex, or the rumors you’d kept hearing about him eating some ATF woman’s pussy on the clock. Either way, running from chaos never worked for you, and that was evident with the familiar face of Happy Lowman come to you and grabbed your arm away from the group as they were conversing among themselves. Happy had become someone in the MC you enjoyed, you liked the way he carried himself. How people were afraid to even look at him the wrong way. The way his gun hung off his hip. He was everything that your boyfriend was not and it drove you insane. He drug you to his room despite your protest, he gets you inside and shuts the door locking it behind him.

“What is this about?” You ask, confused as to why you’d been drug away.

“What are you doing? Trying to get intel out of me.” He backs you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. “Come in here flaunting your shit all over me, whole time you have an old man at home? A cop none the less.”

“It’s not like that.” You begin, Happy chuckles and pushes into you further. The two of your bodies no longer having any room in between.

“Tell me what it’s like then? Cop not get the job done for you?” You feel your skin crawling, in the best way possible. Also, a little fear crept in. As much as you liked Happy and seeing him, you knew he was dangerous.

“He doesn’t.” You let out softly, he grabs your face and places his lips onto yours harshly. Almost as if he’d needed this like you did. He pulls you back from the wall and lays you down on his bed instead.

Happy knew he had you right where he wanted you, and right where you wanted him. He spreads your legs as far as they will go, he’s on his knees in-between them. His hands go to your thighs, under you dress. He finds your entrance covered by a wet laced fabric. He runs his fingers up and down the sorry excuse of fabric that covered your wet folds. You moan softly, he pushes them to the side and shoves a finger into you with no warning. You arch your back, hoping he’d get the hint to add another finger. His finger is covered with your wetness.

“Happy.” You moan out, leaning your head up to make eye contact with him. He’s still in his kutte which makes your pussy pulse even more for him.

“Beg.” He lets out, moving his finger slowly in and out of you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to give me more, fuck me with your fingers.” You keep eye contact with him, he still hasn’t moved any faster or added any digits. You sigh, throwing your head back. “Finger fuck me, please Happy. Please, I’m begging you.” He is a bit more satisfied with this response as he adds another finger, pushes himself over top of you, keeping his fingers inside you. He’s hovering over you now, a hand in your hair tugging it lightly. You moan, closing your eyes. The pleasure from his fingers was enough and he knew that, he pushed you to your limit and then he stops.

“I don’t think cheating whores deserve to cum.” He says, licking his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. You’re desperate now, you grab him by his Kutte, slamming your lips onto his like a greedy bitch. You move your hands down to his belt, undoing it as you pull away to kiss his neck.

“Maybe I don’t, but you do.” You whisper to him, he feels the heat from your mouth on his ear. He pushes you back onto the bed, ripping your dress over your head, leaving you exposed to the cold air. He rips his shirt off, then his jeans and boxers all in one motion. He slams his cock into you with no warning, you let out a moan as he begins pumping himself in and out of you. You feel like you’re being fucked into his mattress. You gasp loudly as he begins rubbing your clit, you felt fuzzy in the brain. You couldn’t believe you were doing this to yourself, to Happy, to David? You reach a hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure of him drilling inside of you is becoming harder to contain. He rips your hands away, pinning them above your head as he continues ramming into you.

“No. You don’t get to be quiet. I want everyone to know what’s happening. I want them to know I’m fucking Hales old lady. Making you take me, what do you think he’d think? A dirty biker fucking his innocent girlfriend?” He asks, his face is driving you crazy, he has his eyes shut head tilted to the ceiling enjoying this moment too much.

“Oh my god Happy.” You scream out loud enough anyone around could hear. “Fuck. Fuck.” You moan out, your arms still pinned above your head. He bends down, licking the side of your neck, biting it softly yet rough enough it would leave a mark. “Oh god Happy. I can’t ever get off with him. Please let me cum. Please.” You plead with him, sadly what you told Happy wasn’t a lie at all. Most times it was a 7 minute fuck and a fake orgasm to get David off of you.

“Not surprising. You need a real man to do that.” He finally lets go of your hands, moving one of his to your throat grasping it gently. He moves the other back to your clit, giving you chills all over your body. “Good thing you’ve got me inside of you right now. Good thing you can obey like a good girl too.” With the final words, you feel your eyes roll back in your head. You arch your back, bracing yourself for the first orgasm you’d had with a man and not a toy or your own fingers in years.

“God damn it.” You scream out, feeling yourself release around him. You feel your face flush, he notices and it’s enough to send him over as well. “Fuck.” He mutters, releasing himself into you. You lay there on his bed, feeling light headed from the mind blowing orgasm you just received. Happy stands up, cleaning himself up. He throws your clothes onto the bed.

“May want to clean up before you go back to your old man.” With that, he throws on a shirt and leaves the room. You lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling, realizing what has been done can’t be undone.

The chaos you tried to avoid would ensue before you knew it.

[ravennaortiz]

So cute!

'No Goats.'

My first request filled!! Hope you enjoy it!

“Hey Hap?” Y/n asked, making the burly man look up from his laptop.

“What girl?”

“I see you haven’t had your bowl of Wheaties this morning. I was just thinking we needed the grass cut. And you don’t like doing it. So I think I have a solution,” y/n sat down in front of him, keeping her expression neutral. He quirked an eyebrow.

“What, like hire somebody?”

Her eyes lit up. “We’ll I was doing some research online and-”

“No goats.”

“What!? Hap, you didn’t even give me time to-”

“Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, y/n, just no goats.” He looked back down at his laptop, effectively ending the conversation. She huffed, getting up from the table and flipping him off as she walked out.

—-(The next week…)—-

“I have a secret,” she whispered to Juice, ushering him into the backyard while the rest of the guys sat around front smoking.

“I don’t wanna be involved in this Y/n. You always get me into trouble,” he groaned, trying to pull away. He stumbled as she pushed him all the way into the backyard. He looked at what she was gesturing to and his eyes went wide. “HOLY SHIT Y/N!”

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. She knew the guys would have heard his outburst, and they were gonna haul ass back here to make sure she was okay. “Dammit Juice! Can’t you keep your loud mouth shut!?”

“He’s gonna kill you,” Juice taunted with a smile as Happy came barreling into the back yard. As soon as he saw the goats grazing, he looked dead at y/n with a murderous expression on his face.

“What the fuck are those, y/n!?” He roared, causing the woman to duck her head and shrug her shoulders, before she looked back up, smiling cutely.

“These are our professional grass cutters, Juan and Carlos,” she stated matter-of-factly. Juice groaned.

“I’m offended. And I think this could be considered slightly racist,” Juice commented, before kneeling down and petting the two goats. Y/n watched with a smile on her face. Despite his OCD, Juice loved animals and could tolerate their messes. The names were a ploy to make Happy keep them.

“Please, Hap. I’ll do that thing you like if you let me keep them,” she purred into his ear, causing him to smirk. He sighed.

“Alright. You can keep them. But Juice gets to help you take care of them. They ain’t my damn goats.”

“I don’t think Juice will disagree to those terms,” she joked, nibbling his ear. Juice had been oblivious to the whole conversation as he continued to play with the goats.

[garbinge]

Chalk Drawings

Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings

Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home. 

Words: 1.9k 

A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.

Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys. 

The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you. 

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers. 

Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail. 

“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece. 

“C’mon Juice.”  You nodded your head to wave him over. 

“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile. 

You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker. 

“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl. 

“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.” 

“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.” 

He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos. 

“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice. 

“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob. 

“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it. 

You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much. 

“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece. 

Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question. 

“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her. 

“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders. 

“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.

“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it. 

“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared. 

Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.

The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door. 

The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces. 

“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!” 

The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance. 

Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you. 

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew. 

“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep. 

He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear. 

“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down. 

“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.” 

Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle. 

“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded. 

At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head. 

“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension. 

“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow. 

Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation. 

“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence. 

“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling. 

“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake. 

“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father. 

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep. 

“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you. 

“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms. 

“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh. 

“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids. 

“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage. 

“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.” 

“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed. 

“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled. 

“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake. 

“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you. 

Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.” 

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Safe - Juice Ortiz x Reader (Daughter!Reader x Dad!Happy Lowman)

Request:

A/N: I hope you enjoy anon! I'm sorry this ended up being more Reader x Happy (daughter/father) than Juice x Reader. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 if anyone is interested. Also, lets say that reader is early 20s and Happy was like 15 when she was conceived otherwise I feel like the age gaps would get a little inappropriate.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (off page), kissing, swearing, mentions of killing and violence

Word Count: 1984 words

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you panted, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each inhale and exhale. Sitting up, you leaned onto one side, resting your weight on your elbow on the bed as you looked down at Juice. He was puffing like you, a satiated smile spreading across his face as he let his eyes roam down the length of your body hungrily. You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh, dragging the top sheet up from the end of the bed and draping it over your clammy skin. "No, no, no," Juice tutted, ripping the sheet away from you. "Don't hide from me now." He gently nudged you back down, leaning over you and grazing his teeth against the soft skin of the top of your breast.

You gasped lightly, trembling as his hands began to map the warm skin of your torso. "Juice," mumbled as he kissed your exposed chest, slowly making his way towards your peaked nipple. "Hmmm?" he hummed against your skin, drawing a shuddered breath out of you. "We gotta get up," you pushed him off you gently and he groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically and throwing his arm over his eyes to shield them. "Don't wanna," he pouted. You laughed and leaned over, pressing your mouth against his. "You need to get to TM and I told Jax I would watch Abel today, since Gemma isn't up for it and Tara is working."

Juice groaned again. "Do you think bikers can take sick days?" he asked. You just laughed, standing up and grabbing both of your towels from where they hung on the back of your bedroom door. You threw them at him, staring hungrily at his naked form as he made his way to your ensuite. "Your dad has really been giving me shit lately, it's almost like he knows somethings going on," he said. Your stomach soured, any inkling of arousal now completely extinguished. "I really don’t appreciate you bringing up my father after what we've just been doing," you grated out. Juice only laughed, disappearing into your bathroom and turning the shower on.

You pulled on your dressing gown and made your way to your kitchen, switching the electric kettle on and grabbing two mugs out of the cupboard. The low rumble of a motorcycle engine made you pause, tilting your head to the side as you listened. The noise got closer, and suddenly your pulse began to sprint as the bike audibly slowed down out the front of your house. You rushed to the front door, peaking through the curtained window to the side of it. "Shit," you cursed as you watched Happy Lowman swing himself off his bike, undoing his helmet. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," you whispered in a panic, running to your bathroom.

You dragged the shower curtain open quickly, making Juice jump. "Jesus Christ, sweetheart, couldn't wait to get in here huh?" he wiggled his eyebrows seductively. "Juice, baby, I need you to be quiet, ok," you said, waving your hand at him to get him to shut up. His brow furrowed in confusion. "It's funny that you mentioned my dad…" you trailed off. Juice's eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?!" he asked. You held a finger to your lips as you heard your front door open. "Ok, keep quiet and let me get rid of him."

"'Ey kid, you here?" Happy called out. You left the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and making your way out to where your father stood. You ran a hand over your hair and pulled your dressing gown closer to your body as you walked towards him. "Hey dad, not like you to swing by this early," you smiled, trying to act calm while your heart thundered in your chest. Happy looked you up and down, a scowl on his face. Hiding things from your dad was damn near impossible, and when you did you felt extremely guilty for it. But with your situation with Juice, you had no choice. There was no way he would allow it, and you didn’t want Juice to end up as another tattoo on your fathers stomach.

"You don't want me here?" he grunted, flicking the toothpick in his mouth from side to side. You laughed awkwardly, resting your fists on your hips as you shook your head. "What? No! Of course I want you here, I just… wasn't expecting you that's all," you rambled, motioning to the kitchen. "Otherwise I would of made you some breakfast." Happy's eyes drifted to the kitchen, landing on the two mugs you had left out. You swallowed, your smile faltering. "Looks like you were expecting someone," he scowled. You nodded slowly. "Yeah, I mean, I heard your bike coming so… I thought you might want a coffee or something," you smiled. "But you came from your bedroom?" he asked. You huffed out a frustrated laugh. "Geez, what's with the interrogation?"

Happy only tilted his head, crossing his arms as his mouth pulled into a grumpy frown. "I was running to turn the shower off," you explained. Happy shook his head. You could feel your lies unravelling at the seams, your stomach beginning to feel queasy. "Shower's still on," he prodded. You swallowed thickly, nodding. "I know, I'll go turn it off now," you turned on your heel and began to walk away. "Why is Juice's bike out the front?" he asked. You froze immediately, cold washing over you from head to toe. Slowly you turned, meeting your fathers eyes. "Is it?" you asked, your voice a higher octave. "Maybe he knows the neighbours or something," you tried to shrug nonchalantly, scrabbling to hold onto your last efforts to keep your secret.

"Wrong," was all you father said before he brushed past you, heading into your room. You spun after him, grasping his arm in an attempt to stop him from going any further. "Wait, no wait, dad please I can explain," you pleaded as he shrugged out of your grip. He opened your bedroom door and froze when he saw Juice's cut and clothes folded neatly on the armchair in the corner of your room. Happy turned to you, his face now in an angry grimace. "Don't hurt him," you begged, your voice a hoarse whisper. Happy just kept moving, pulling open the bathroom door and ripping the shower curtain to the side. Juice yelped, covering his groin, his eyes bouncing between you and Happy frantically. "Oh, hey Hap," he said awkwardly, a scared smile on his face. "Fancy seeing you here?"

"Get dressed," Happy barked. "And get to the clubhouse. Now. Before I do something to make you both cry." He pulled the curtain shut and spun to face you. "Living room, now," he growled. "I think there's some things you need to tell me." You nodded, your eyes downcast, unable to meet his stare. Happy left the room and you followed miserably, your heart feeling ready to fracture. No doubt this was the end of you and Juice, there was no way in hell Happy would let you keep seeing him, especially after you had lied about it. Despite being a legal adult, you still never wanted to do things to disappoint your father. Even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness. That and you wanted to prevent the amount of dead bodies piling up in the San Joaquin area.

You slowly sat down on the couch, the backs of your eyes stinging and a lump forming in your throat. You tried to squash the sensations, knowing Happy wouldn’t have any sympathy for tears at this moment. You heard your bedroom door open as Juice stepped out, now fulling clothed, doing his cut up. He stopped when he saw you sitting on the couch, your hands folded in your lap timidly, your eyes brimming silver with unshed tears. He glanced between you and Happy, and for a second you were sure he was going to make his way to you , perhaps comfort you. But instead he turned, and made his way to the front door. It wasn't until the door had closed and you heard his bike start up and pull away that Happy spoke.

"You keepin' shit from me now?" he asked. You shrugged, picking at one of your nails. "You would never have allowed it," you sniffed, blinking the tears away. "Allowed what?" Happy prompted. You looked up at him, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You motioned your head towards the front door that Juice had left through. "Juice and I…" you leant back into the cushions of the couch. "And what are you?" Happy asked. Your brows pulled together. "What?" you questioned. "You and Juice," Happy grated. "What are you?" You scoffed and shook your head. "You really want me to explain?" you choked out. Happy shook his head. "You his Old Lady, or what?" he pressed.

Your mouth pressed into a line, and you shook your head. "No, it's not like that it's just… casual," you said. Happy's face turned bitter. "What, so you would be ok with it if I was his Old Lady?" you asked, confused and a little hopeful. It was your fathers turn to shrug. "Just don’t want you being treated like some croweater," he admitted. You sat up straighter, shaking your head. "He doesn’t treat me like that dad," you said, holding a hand up when Happy tried to cut you off. "Seriously, he's so sweet. The sweetest. And kind and generous, and thoughtful. He's funny and understanding and-" "Alright alright, I get it," Happy cut you off. "I feel safe with him," you admitted. "There's not many people I can say that about."

Happy knew you were right. Since you were young it had been you and him. Your mom had split and even though he had his mom and aunt to help out when you were younger, you two had basically been joined at the hip. He had been there for every bumped head, scraped knee, fractured bone and broken heart since you had entered this world. He was your safe place to land, and to hear you admit that someone else made you feel that way too - although in an obviously different way - had him feeling conflicted. On the one hand, he didn’t want to share you. Wanted to hide you from the world and not let anyone ever know about you. But on the other hand, you weren't his little girl anymore. At least not physically. You were all grown up, and to know that someone other than him made you feel safe, well… who was he to stand in your way.

Slowly he nodded his head. "Gonna take me a while to be really ok with it," he said. "But I ain't gonna stop you from doing what you want. Or being with who you want. Especially if he makes you happy." You stood abruptly from the couch, a slow smile spreading across your face. "Wait, what?" you sputtered. "If he makes you happy then I don’t see why I should stop… whatever it is you’re doing," he gestured vaguely. You grinned and raced over to your father, wrapping your arms around his middle tightly. He gripped you back, resting his cheek on the top of your head. "But if he hurts you, then he's gotta die. Like a lot," he vowed. You rolled your eyes and pulled away. "Yeah, yeah, drama queen," you pushed Happy away. "Gonna go talk to him," Happy said, moving towards the front door. "Wait, wait, what? No, what?" you blabbed, following him. "Gotta make sure he knows what'll happen if he fucks this up," he explained. "You're not gonna hurt him are you?" you asked. Happy smiled dryly. "Don't worry. I'll leave his pretty face alone."