#Happy lowman fanfic

[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.

[ravennaortiz]

Reconcile

Sequel to Stepping Out- A Happy Lowman Story

As always 18+

It had been a year since you had stepped foot in the Teller-Morrow lot. A year since you watched your husband shove his tongue in another woman’s mouth and then carry her back to his dorm to fuck her. A year since you had been humiliated, hurt, left to heal not just a broken heart but also a broken body. What should have been joy at you being cancer free had been nothing but sorrow.

Parking your car in the full lot you looked around. Maybe you should just turn around and leave. Before you could though a tap at your window had you jumping. Looking over you couldn’t help but smile at the goofy grinning faces of Juice, Half-Sack and Ratboy.

“You came” stated Juice as you stepped out of the car. “Well you asked so nicely and all three of you begged….several times” you laughed as he pulled you in for a hug. “We missed ya. Not the same without you popping in” he murmured before letting you go. You met his eyes and gave him a smile. He was right things hadn’t been the same on your end either.

You had missed them all so much more than you realized. They had made a good effort to visit and call but you had been cold and distant. Not wanting to be shown pity. Be seen as the one who had been cheated on. Seen as weak, unworthy, unlovable. So you had stayed away. Until Jax had called you a couple of months ago. He wanted someone he trusted to keep the books for the new strip club and porn studio the club had opened. He also wanted you to give lessons to the new hires, vet them out. You had said no at first. You didn’t want to see your Old Man. Jax had been quick to assure you that you never would.

The four of you made your way to the clubhouse door chatting like old times. You had missed this more than you realized you would. Stepping into the darkened interior of the clubhouse you couldn’t help but cut your eyes over to where Happy would always be waiting for you. You weren’t sure if you were sad or thrilled when you saw the spot was vacant. “Want a drink?” asked Juice his breath hot on your ear as his hand rested gently on your hip as he guided you through the crowd by the door. “Please” you replied as he maneuvered you two towards the bar where Tig and Chibs sat. The other two disappearing to the pool tables.

“Lassie!” hollered Chibs as he caught sight of you as you slid next to him while Juice hopped behind the bar to grab you drinks. “Good to see you Doll” greeted Tig as his eyes traveled down the corset top and short skirt you had on. “Hey” you greeted both men as you took the drink Juice offered.

“You look good” stated Tig. “That top really makes the girls…pop” he added his blue eyes glued to your chest. Chibs simply sighed and smacked him in the back of the head. You laughed and turned away shaking your head. You couldn’t deny you loved the attention. It had been over a year since anyone paid any to you. “What? Just a fact” grumbled Tig before he slid off his stool and made his way over to a darkened corner.

Your eyes watched him go. Maybe you thought to yourself it wouldn’t hurt to test the waters. The toys in your nightstand hadn’t been getting you where you needed. A tiny part of your mind wandered about Happy, but if he cared he wouldn’t have started this whole thing in the first place. The last year wouldn’t have happened. The two of you were locked in stalemate of him wanting to reconcile and you denying him. It had been a few weeks since you last heard from him so you figured he had finally gotten it through his big bald head.

Happy sat lurking in a dark corner. His eyes on you from the moment you had walked in. All his assets on display for everyone in that damn outfit. The tooth pick he had been chewing on had snapped as he clocked Juices hands on you. Who did that punk think he was? Touching his woman like that? It didn’t matter that it was obviously to help get you through the crowd. Happy was pissed. Then that asshole Tig pretty much drooling all over your tits. Suppose to be brothers.

Happy was fuming and seeing red when he felt someone sit next to him. “Go the fuck away” he barked not even looking to see who it was.

“Its your own fault” stated Gemma as she took a drag of her cigarette. Happy turned to her watching as she nodded towards you. “You had it all. Tossed it away. You only had to wait a bit and you could have been getting your dick wet in your Old Ladies pussy, but no you had to go down the dead end road of pussy.” She continued as she smoked.  “You don’t get to be angry with anyone but yourself Happy. Don’t start shit tonight with whichever brother she lets between her legs. And believe me at least one of your brothers she will be letting in.” finished Gemma before standing up as she patted his head. Happy stared in shock as he watched her disappear into the crowd.

A couple hours later

“Hey” you giggled as you collapsed onto Tigs lap dancing and grinding.

“Hey Doll” laughed Tig as his hands went to your hips. “Having fun?” he asked as he felt his jeans start to tent.

“Yeah” you murmured as you turned to face him. Your skirt rising up more as you moved. Tig swallowed hard as he felt your smooth skin under his hands. “These are for you….sorry they got a little wet” you whispered as you shoved your lacy black panties into the pocket of his kutte. Tigss breathing was picking up and he licked his lips as his fingers kneaded your bare ass. “What you playing at doll?” he asked as his your lips found his neck sucking and nipping as you ground your core onto the tent of his jeans. Tig groaned as he looked around. He wasn’t sure if he wanted someone to help or to make sure no one could see.

“I want you to fill me up Tiggy. Make me cum on your cock” you murmured as your fingers found his belt buckle and started working on. “Fuck” muttered Tig as he stood up quickly. Checking to make sure no one was paying any mind he carried you into the hallway to his dorm room.

“Fuck love” muttered Tig as he sat your ass on his dresser as he undid his jeans as his mouth found your neck. Sucking at the pulse point as you used your heels to push his pants and boxers down. Tig moaned as his cock head pressed into your wet slick. “Fucking so wet already” marveled Tig as you whined and bucked your hips to push him in more. “Fuck me Tig” you begged as he kissed down your neck and onto your chest.

Tig chuckled as he grabbed his cock to line it up but before he could thrust into you the door slammed open.

"How could you hurt me like this?' whispered Happy as he stood staring at you and Tig. The latter who was hastily yanking his pants back up as you rolled your eyes and laughed.

"You have no idea what it means to be hurt or feel pain Tacoma Killer" you snarled as you grabbed ahold of Tig and pulled him back to you. Effectively dismissing the man who had barged in. Tig looked between the two of you. “Maybe” he started before you grabbed his jaw turning him to face you. “Fuck me now. If he wants to stay and watch me take your cock that is his choice” you snapped. “Stepping out has consequences sometimes that is watching your wife cum on another man’s cock” you added your eyes boring into Happys.

Tig nodded and shoved his pants down quickly before slamming into you. “Fuck” you moaned as your eyes remained locked on Happys. Tig filled and stretched you in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Shit so tight” groaned Tig through gritted teeth as he started to slam in and out of you. Each snap of his hips the driving you further back onto the dresser.

Happy simply stood watching as you squirmed underneath Tig. Your moans and whines echoing through the room as his friend fucked you.

“Tig” you screamed as his fingers found your sensitive bud and pinched and twisted it sending you over the edge of pleasure. As your orgasm ripped through you your body fluttered and clenched around his cock until finally he was releasing himself deep within you with a feral moan. The two of you sat connected as you caught your breaths.

You moaned once Tig finally pulled out of you. Sitting up slightly you saw that Happys eyes were now locked onto your dripping pussy. Watching as a mix of your and Tigs cum dripped from your hole onto the dresser.

“I’ll leave you two to…talk” murmured Tig as he pulled his pants up before kissing your cheek and leaving the room.

“Seems I know how to pleasure a man” you remarked as you dragged a finger through your folds. Happy watched your finger gather up the mix of cum before moving up to your mouth. You moaned and closed your eyes as you sucked on your cum covered fingers. Happy closed his eyes as he fought to decide what to do or say. He loved you and he couldn’t lose you. He was the one who had started you both down this path, the one who had made you vengeful.

Opening his eyes he walked over and dropped to his knees. You gasped as he yanked you to the edge of the dresser his long tongue licking a strip up your slit before dipping into your hole. “I will lick and suck any man’s cum out of you for as long as it takes for you to finally reconcile with me. If that means forever then so be it” he stated firmly before latching onto your clit as he sucked and nipped gently. Within seconds he had you cuming on his tongue as you screamed his name.

Happy kissed up your body until he reached your lips. “I love you. I am so sorry I did this too us” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Tears sprung to your eyes as you grabbed his kutte and kissed him hard opening your mouth and letting his tongue snake in.

“Make love to me Happy” you whispered as you pulled from him and met his eyes. Happy simply nodded as he picked you up and walked you over to the bed.

[juicesgf]

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.

[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.

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“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.” 

[mysticalmallard]

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.

[ravennaortiz]

October 28th is Happy with the prompt: Youve never been trick or treating? Requested by a lovely Anon.

You and Happy were cooking dinner when he made his confession. You were shocked to say the least. Never had you ever thought you would hear our husband utter something like that. “What did you say?” you demanded as you turned from the stove. Surely you had been wrong. Must have misheard him.

Happy just simply rolled the toothpick in his mouth as he set the table. Unaware of the disbelieve and shock he had provoked. “I’’ve never been trick or treating” he repeated simply as he turned to the pantry door. “Wine?” he inquired as he looked around the contents before pulling a bottle of your favorite red out.

“You’ve never been trick or treating? You repeated as you turned the burner off and carried the pot of potato soup to the table.

“Correct. Are you having hearing issues or something?’ asked Happy frowning as he looked at you. He had never had to repeat himself so much.

“I’ll fix it” you replied mind already planning not really listening to what Happy had said.

2 days later

“And what are you little boy?” questioned Tig trying not to laugh as Happy stood in front of him dressed as a scarecrow.

“I’ll cut you open and feast” started to growl Happy before you smacked him in the back of the head. Happy growled and gritted his teeth. You were lucky he loved you.

“Trick or treat” spat Happy as he shook his pumpkin pail at Tig. The candy he had collected from Juice and Bobby rattling inside.

“Here’s two for you little boy and three for your hot mother” cooed Tig as he winked at you as you shook your head and grabbed Happys arm as he started to grab his gun.

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[juicesgf]

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!

If you have any more requests feel free to send them:)

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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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.

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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.

[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.

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A LITTLE LOST 𝟬𝟮| 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨

Happy Lowman x fem!oc

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IT WAS TWO DAYS LATER, two days after Juice and Jax made a horrifying discovery, when four speechless men stood across the street from the burger restaurant, shock and fascination etched into their faces.

"Shit man, that's creepyᅳ and it takes a lot to freak me out", Tig spoke first, his hands prepped on his hips, eyes covered by dark sunglasses. "Death seems prettier than everᅳI'd definitely tap that."

"What the hell, man?" Jax' face twisted in disgust, he snapped his head to the side to glare at Tig. "It's still Hap's Old Lady, have some respect."

"Did he ever have respect?" Juice asked from the left, a sigh leaving his lips. But for a brief moment the slightest grin crossed his features. "I don't think he knows the word respect when there's someone with two legs and a hole he could use."

"Hey, we don't talk about women like that." Tig smacked the back of Juice' head, shaking his head as if he hadn't started it. "Have some respect."

"Boys, enough", Chibs' thick Scottish accent interrupted the little teasing game, earning a grateful look from Jax as his serious gaze landed on the three men. "What d' we do now? Go inside and talk t' her? Juicy? Did ye' check her records?"

"I did", the Puerto Rican nodded, not exactly enthusiastically as he tilted his head to the side. "No one by the name of Josephine Lowman works hereᅳ but a Josephine O'Connell."

"That's her maiden name", Jax thought aloud, rubbing a hand down his face as he let out a deep sigh. "What the hell is this? She was declared dead. Hell, Happy saw her, checked for himself because he didn't believe the doctors."

"Since she's officially declared dead, tha' explains why she uses her maiden name", Chibs also thought out loud, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared thoughtfully through the large window into the burger restaurant, still fascinated by watching someone who was actually dead. "We need t' find out how that's possible, what really happened t' Josy."

"How? We can't just ask her", Juice stated matter-of-factly, uncertainty flashing in his brown eyes. All he wanted was to talk to Josy, to hug his very much alive best friend, to tell her how glad he was that she was still here. "Besides, I can't believe she would ever do this to Happy; letting him suffer and allᅳ that's not like her at all."

"Well, she didn't recognize me, which means she must've suffered some kind of memory loss", which was the only logical explanation in Jax' eyes.

"Or she just faked her death", Tig said dryly as he took off his sunglasses, shrugging his shoulders. "We're going in there now and talk to her."

"Tig!" Jax called after the man, but the man with the black curls was too determined and already halfway across the street, which gave the others no choice and practically forced them to follow him, which all three did with a shake of their heads.

The bell above the door rang as the four bikers entered the restaurant and attracted different glances. Glances that they had long been used to. They looked around carefully until Josy finally appeared, with a sweet smile on her lips that everyone could still remember.

"I know why Hap fell in love with her", said Chibs, without sounding creepy in any way. It was no secret how beautiful Josy was.

"Yeah, she really was a jackpot", Juice agreed wistfully, clearing his throat as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Or still is..apparently."

It was so strange to see the young woman alive, and yet it was a huge relief, a shock in a good way.

As the four men stood in the middle of the restaurant, still considering how exactly they should address Josy, she was already heading towards the small group, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Can I help you?", she asked, polite as always. "If you're looking for a table, I can offer you one over there", she added, spinning around to point to the free table.

"You can help us, darlin'", Jax began, trying his best to hide his fascination as he spoke to the redhead. "Can you give us five minutes of your time? We have a few questions."

"Uh..Iᅳ I'm working right now." The redhead clutched the menu card to her chest, swallowing nervously. Why did four bikers want to talk to her? "Maybe our manager can help?"

"No, we need t' talk to ye', lass." Chibs stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Josy's shoulder, but removed it quickly when the young woman tensed up. "Sorry, sweetheart", he apologized sincerely. "We just have t' figure somethin' out, ye' know? It won't take more than five minutes."

"We really don't want to cause any trouble, we just want to talk." Juice sent a warm smile in Josy's direction, also stepping a little closer. "Would you give us a moment?"

Somehow the redhead managed to relax at the younger man's smile but she didn't know why. But what she did know was that she should be much more intimidated, much more worried, about the fact that four men from a biker club wanted to talk to her.

Were they old clients from her dad? Maybe they had hired him as lawyer and her father managed to piss them off somehowᅳ which wouldn't be the first time Arthur had angered someone to the point they were seeking for some kind of revenge.

But if there was one thing Josy wasn't, it was judgmental. Her sweet nature, her kindness, would probably, hopefully, always stay a part of her.

"Okay", she said finally, exhaling loudly. Apparently it really did seem important and her curiosity was piqued. "Five minutes, that's all I can do."

"Thanks, lass", Chibs nodded sincerely, as did the other three men. "Maybe we should sit down for tha', I think tha' would be better for all of us."

As if everything wasn't confusing enough already, an uneasy feeling was now brewing in the pit of her stomachᅳ a strange feeling that she couldn't quite shake off.

Josy, her beautiful freckle-covered face framed by her ginger strands, nodded slightly before leading the small group to the free table in a quiet corner and waited until everyone had slid into the booth to take a seat.

Pulling a chair from another table, she placed it in front of the table and slowly plopped down onto it, asking her colleague, who had just scurried past with a slightly confused look, to take over her tasks for a moment.

"Are you okay?", asked the brunette, her voice lowered as she placed a protective hand on Josy's shoulder.

"She's fine, doll", Tig winked with his typical smirk while his eyes checked out the beautiful woman. "I'd feel even better if you sat down too."

"Tig", Jax warned, glaring at the man once again. "Not now."

"Creep", the brunette scoffed; in contrast to Josy, she had a quick tongue.

Clearly amused, Tig raised his hands in the air. "I'm sorry, doll, sometimes I can't keep my mouth shut when I see a pretty face."

"Oh my God, here we go", Juice muttered under his breath, only able to shake his head at Tig's boldness.

"That's enough", Chibs grumbled, a certain vibration in his voice as he saw how uncomfortable and uncertain Josy's expression suddenly seemed. "I'm sorry, lass. My friend here can't control himself sometimes."

"It's okay", the redhead murmured before giving her colleague and friend a reassuring look. "I'm okay, thanks Summer."

"Good." The brunette shot the men a warning look, each and every one of themᅳ although she sheepishly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear at the Puerto Rican, who gave her an apologetic smile before her features turned hard again and she was pointing a scolding finger at them. "Keep your hands to yourself, all of you!"

Josy watched her friend with a small smile, grateful for her boldness, before she looked back at the men. "What could four bikers want from me? How about one of you finally gives me an explanation?"

"Nothing would please me more, darlin'," Jax winked as he shot her his signature smile, his broad shoulders sinking against the orange cushion of the seat. "Your name is Josephine, right?"

"You know my name?" Swallowing the forming lump in her throat, Josy shifted nervously in her seat. "How? I don't know any of you."

"Yes, yes ye' do, lass", Chibs explained with a sigh, his tone calm and reserved. Freaking her out even more wasn't what he wanted. "We know how absurd that sounds, and we'll understand if ye' throw us out in a minute, but give us a chance t' explain everythin', aye?"

"This is getting really weird, I hope you know that", the young woman uttered as she crossed her arms. "What do you want from me?"

"You died a little over one and a half year ago. At least that's what we thought." Tig dropped the bomb before they could make the woman any more nervous, empathy in his tone as he spoke. "And you were married to one of our brothersᅳ that's why we're here."

"I know this sounds crazy", Jax said immediately, his hands resting on the surface of the white table as a frown took over his face. "But it's the truth. At least if you're Josephine O'Connell, born in Roseville on October 10th, 1984. Is that right?"

Josy's lips opened and closed so many times that she would probably get a jaw cramp later, but not once did she utter a word. Instead, an almost hysterical-sounding chuckle slipped past her lips, a sea of emotion pooling in her eyes.

"And you are the mother of a one-year-old girl", Juice explained calmly, sympathy in both his voice and his eyes as he could see the deep shock cross Josy's face. "Well, she's one and a half now, looks just like you. Same red hair and all", he added with a beaming smile. "Her name's Esmee."

"Stop..please..", Josy whispered, sheer horror in her eyes as she listened to the words they were saying. "This has to be a bad joke. A sick, fucked up joke."

Suddenly her chest felt tight, as if someone was squeezing it. Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage that she could feel it in her throat while the blood rushed through her veins faster than ever before, sending a feeling of dizziness to her head.

"We wish it was just a bad joke, believe me." Jax leaned over the table a little as he was the one sitting closest to Josy. The redhead looked as if she was about to pass out, so Jax put a strong hand against her arm just in case. "Are you okay? Is there anything we can do?"

Her head snapped up, astonished and partly speechless, she stared at the blonde man. "You wanna know if I'm okay?"

The hysterical laughter that sounded from the back of her throat sent a chill down the guys' spines. "You didn't seriously just ask me that, did you?"

"Josy", Juice began, trying to grab Josy's hand from the other side of the table as the redhead's breath faltered and she slowly began to hyperventilate. But the girl pulled her hand back in fright, a film of tears now covering her eyes, shattering Juice' heart. "You have to believe us, please. We may do a lot of questionable things, but joking about things like thatᅳ that's not our style."

"Then why the hell am I here if I should be dead, huh?!", she choked out, her splayed fingers pressed against her chest as she tried to take deep breaths. "I would know if I was married and had a child! What kind of mother would forget about her own child?"

"Normally people don't, that's right", Jax noted with a sigh, feeling bad for the woman who seemed absolutely frightened and desperate. "You had an accident when you were pregnantᅳ you died, the baby, Esmee, was saved."

"Someone must've played us really good, after all you're sitting in front of us, no idea who we are", Tig continued as he leaned forward a little, his arms crossed on the table as his piercing blue eyes searched for Josy's. "And your husband is losing it the more time passes without you by his side."

"I can'tᅳ I can't believe this." The first tears rolled down her pale cheeks, which she quickly wiped away with her palms before shaking her head frantically and shooting up from her seat. Smoothing her apron, she exhaled shakily. "I had an accident, yes. And yes, I've been suffering from anterograde amnesia since it happened", she explained, the words practically bubbling out of her. "But this..", another hysterical laugh fell over her lips. "This is absolutely crazy."

"Who told ye' all of tha', lass? Who was there after you woke up?", Chibs asked urgently as he also stood up without getting too close to the redhead. She was already upset and frightened enough, almost seeming like a little deer without a mother. "Can ye' at least remember what happened after the accident?"

"My family, who else?" All of this was too much for her, her brain no longer able to process all the information that she didn't even know if it was true. "I'm sorry, Iᅳ I can't do this."

"Josy, please!" Jax was the first to grab Josy's arm, causing the young woman to defend herself and yank her arm out of his grasp before stumbling two steps backwards, which caught the attention of the other employees and guests.

"Don't touch me", the redhead snarled, which wasn't normally her style. But at the moment she was so overwhelmed that all she wanted to do was to run away. "Leave me alone, all of you. I don't know what kind of sick game this is, but play it with someone else!"

"You heard her", the brunette from before intervened after she had immediately rushed over to her clearly upset friend, her gaze stern and warning. "You better leave now before I get the managerᅳ or before I call the police."

"Alright." Jax threw his hands in the air with a sigh while Chibs scribbled something down on a napkin. "Come on guys, let's go."

There was no point in staying here. In hindsight, someone would actually call the cops and they didn't need that at the moment. After fourteen months inside, a police station was the last place they wanted to see right now. Maybe they would try again in a few days, outside the restaurant.

"It was nice to see you again though", Jax added sincerely, wistfulness in his blue eyes before he shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded the guys over.

"If ye' change yer' mind", Chibs shoved the napkin into the small pocket on Josy's apron, an almost fatherly smile grazing his lips. "That's the address of our clubhouseᅳ ye' can visit us there anytime."

Josy's body stiffened, the muscles under her skin slowly began to burn from all the tension. Still, she didn't miss how calm she became when the man with the scars on his face shot her that smile. It felt familiar, but she couldn't remember ever having seen the man before.

"We'd love to hear from you." Juice was also back on his feet by now, suppressing the urge to hug his best friend with all his might. Still, he gently bumped her shoulder with his as he walked past her, smiling at her. "It's a relief to know that you're alive."

Tig was the last to walk past the women, giving Josy a warm smile before winking at the brunette, Summer. "You can join her if your friend decides to come by."

"Jesus, you're not giving up, huh?" Slightly annoyed, the brunette rolled her eyes, comfortingly rubbing her friend's arm as she watched the four men reluctantly leave the restaurant. "What a bunch of freaks."

The guests forgot about the incident quicker than expected and went back to their food while business continued as normal. Summer, on the other hand, led Josy into one of the back rooms so her friend could have a quiet moment.

"Do you need something?", asked Summer, concern evident in her tone as Josy slowly sank into a chair. "Want me to call Debbie?"

"No, please don't", Josy answered quickly, not in the mood to have to explain all of this to her sister right now. "I'm okay, Summer. You can go back to work."

The brunette raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you", Josy assured with a weak smile and a nod, watching her colleague leave the room with a shrug and a sigh.

Only then did Josy reach for the napkin in her apron and stare thoughtfully at the address. Maybe she should look into it. If there was any chance that there was any truth behind what the men had said, then she wanted to know. Above all, she wanted to know why her father and sister, who supposedly only wanted the best for her, had lied to her.

Maybe, just maybe, she would take a little trip to Charming this weekend.

[mysticalmallard]

Flower Crowns

🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.

Word count: 4,203

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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.

Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.

Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.

"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"

"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies

Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied

"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."

He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.

Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.

"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.

Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."

Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.

"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.

Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."

Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.

Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"

Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.

Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.

"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"

Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.

"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"

"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"

Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.

"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"

"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.

Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.

"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."

He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.

As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.

He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.

With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.

As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.

His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.

When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.

Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"

She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.

Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."

The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.

"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."

Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.

"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.

"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly

Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.

"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.

"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.

Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.

He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.

The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.

Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.

Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.

"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.

"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.

Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."

"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.

"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.

Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.

When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.

One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"

"Erm I don't know but I can try..."

"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily

Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though

Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".

None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.

As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.

The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.

The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.

Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.

"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.

The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.

Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.

After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"

The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids

"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her

Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.

"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.

"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.

Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."

"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.

Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."

Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.

The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.

He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"

"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"

Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.

He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.

"Here, give it to me."

Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.

"flowers suit you" she giggled

"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.

Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.

"Back off, man. I look good in it."

He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.

Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.

The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.

"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter

Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.

"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.

"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.

"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.

"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious

"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly

Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.

"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.

Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.

They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.

Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.

Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.

Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.

The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.

Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.

Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.

Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.

Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.

He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.

Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.

Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.

She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.

Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.

The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.

Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.

She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly

"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.

Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.

The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.

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Another Happy fic for you all 💋

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You and Happy are nestled on the couch, the TV showing another dramatic episode of The Hills. Happy is completely absorbed, nodding along as the theme tune starts, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

You glance at him, amused. “I guess you’re a new fan?”

Happy throws you a quick, guilty smile. “Keep it on the down-low, alright? Don’t want the Sons knowing.”

You laugh softly, snuggling in closer. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

He leans in, kissing you gently. “Thanks. Let’s make this the final episode before bed.”

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “How come? It’s only 7PM.”

As you notice the bulge pressing against his jeans, he smirks. “Because I’ve got something better planned for us.”

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21, 33, 30, 32, 15, 17 with Happy, please? Friends to lovers when they don't realize the other one actually means the flirting too at first

I love this idea and these prompts for our Happy! Lets see what magic I can whip up for ya! As always my stories are 18+!

21. Like what you see?

33. Are you blushing?

30. I need you

32. Your mine

15. Are you gonna kiss me or not

17.I love you

Friends to Lovers

"What?" you asked as you nervously bit your lip as you met Happys eyes in your mirror. You fiddled with the dress wandering if it was too much. "Hap I know you don't say much but damn can you say something? My anxiety is sky rocketing!" you stated as you spun around to face your friend with your hands on your hips.

Happy blinked and shrugged. "Looks like a dress" he replied trying not to act bothered that you were going on a date. You huffed before replying. "I meant do you like what you see?" you questioned as you spun around giving him a full view. Silently wishing he would grab you and kiss you.

"I'd fuck you in it" offered Happy as he shifted on your bed. "Before, during and after dinner if I was your date". The slight flush of your cheeks wasn't lost on him nor your wide eyed expression. Shit, I went too far. He thought to himself.

"Are you blushing?" he inquired like an idiot. "A simple yes or no would have worked" you replied ignoring his question entirely as you squeezed your thighs together trying to ignore the heat his words had brought. "I'm not a simple man" joked Happy as he watched you move to your bathroom where you started touching up your makeup.

***

Excusing yourself from your date you made your way to the bathroom. All you could think about was what Happy had said to you earlier. Biting your bottom lip you pulled your phone out and shot him a simple text.

I need you.

Happy had been sitting on his bike in the parking lot of the restaurant when he got your message. He couldn't help but follow you when you went on dates. He took your safety seriously is what he always told himself but he knew it was because he was jealous. He wanted to be the man you put on tiny dresses for and ate dinner with.

***

"Your mine girl" groaned Happy a few minutes later as he slammed his hips into you making you clench around him as you desperately tried to suppress your moans. "Dont act shy now after you were begging me for this" growled Happy as he yanked your hands away from your mouth and changed his angle to hit that sweet spot inside just right. Curses and his name spilled from your lips as your release ripped through you.

"I love you" murmured Happy as his own release hit.

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