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I could not for the life of me think of something to name this one. 😂
Request: Imagine Happy going to Gemma for advice on how to ask you to be his old lady. & Request: Happy imagine where he won't admit that he has feelings for you til he has to rush you to lockdown where he confesses.
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“I can't just leave, Hap. This is my job.” “I aint giving you an option.” “And since when do I take orders from you?” You leant against the wall and scanned the dimly lit room and the girls swinging around poles. “Since you started fucking me. Im serious, (y/n). You need to come to the clubhouse, now.” You rolled your eyes. “Im at work, Hap. I don't finish til nine.” “Your only a bartender at a goddamned strip club. Now do as your told and-“ “Fuck you!” And then the line went dead. He clenched the phone tightly in his hand. “Fuck!” Happy threw the burner at the wall and watched the cell phone break apart before hitting the floor. He clenched his jaw. Why were you always so goddamned difficult? Happy stood and marched out of his dorm room. The clubhouse was already beginning to fill up which only agitated him more. “Hey Hap can you give my mom a hand bringing in the rest of the boxes?” Happy stopped in his path and look at Jax, fighting an internal struggle before finally nodding and storming towards the door. He wanted desperately to go and drag your stubborn ass back here but he knew he had responsibilities and he could at least help Gemma out first. Jax watched him march across the room and turned to his brothers. “Whats his problem?” Juice raised his eyebrows. “How much time you got?”
“Where you want them ma?” “Just sit them in the kitchen.” Happy nodded and carried in the last boxes of groceries. Gemma followed him, carrying a paper bag of vegetables with her. “She coming in?” Happy glanced at the Queen as he lifted the boxes onto the counter and shook his head. “Nah, Imma go get her.” “Bet she’ll love that.” Gemma smirked. “Its for her own good.” Happy said and turned towards the door. Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him and he turned back to look at her. “Lockdown aint easy for outsiders. You gotta make her know how serious this shit is.” “Shes not an outsider.” Happy answered. “Does she know that?” She could tell by the way Happy looked away that they still hadn't discussed the status of their relationship and she sighed before stepping in front of him. She grabbed his shoulders, making him look at her. “Look, sweetheart. (Y/n)s a good girl. She's a good fit for you. You gotta lock that shit down before somebody else does.” Happy nodded. “Thanks ma.” “Your welcome baby.” She kissed his cheek. “Now go get her. Gates closing soon.”
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“What can I get you?” He eyed you up and down, a sleazy smile on his face. “How bout a piece of that ass, huh?” You fought the urge to roll your eyes and plastered the sweetest smile you could manage on your face. “Oh honey, no amount of cash is gonna make that happen. So what’ll it be?” “Just a beer.” You nodded and turned to the fridge when you heard the security guard arguing and you glanced up to see Happy pushing his way into the club. You took a deep breath and gave the man his beer before stepping out from behind the bar. “Its okay, T. He's with me.” You told the security guard. Happy shoved away from him and walked towards you. You put your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows. “What the fuck are you doing here Hap!?” “You need to come with me.” “Jesus christ.” You turned away from him and headed back to the bar, Happy hot on your heels. “I told you on the phone, I'm working.” “(Y/n), please.” He grabbed your wrist and moved to stand in front of you, blocking your path. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest and glared up at him. “The club is dealing with some shit. Our enemies are coming for us. I need to keep you safe.” His voice was sincere, and he seemed genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. You sighed and scanned the club. Tuesdays were generally pretty quiet, and there was another bartender on. “Gimme twenty minutes.” The ghost of a smile played on his lips and he nodded. “Ill be out the front. I’ll ride with you.”
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You closed the car door and looked around the lot. The place was packed, cars everywhere, around a dozen more bikes than what was normally here. And people gathered around the clubhouse. happy was parking his bike and you walked towards him. “Whys there so many people?” Happy looked at you, a look of disbelief on his face. “What?” “Did you even listen to what I said on the phone? Clubs on lockdown. We need to keep everyone safe.” You shugged. “I thought you were just being over dramatic.” Happy shook his head slowly and you rolled your eyes. You both walked towards the clubhouse. “Can you blame me? You don't even let me drive home alone.” “Im trying to protect you, (y/n).” “I can protect myself, Hap.” Happy sighed. It was gonna be a long night.
You stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around your body and began to dry yourself off. Despite what you initially thought, the night had actually been kinda enjoyable. You'd been to dozens of parties at the clubhouse. You were best friends with a crow eater and that was how you'd ended up meeting Happy. But tonight had had more of a family vibe and for the first time since meeting the Sons you could actually imagine this being your life. The sense of home this place had, the sense of family was something you had never experienced before and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you want it. All the guys had tried it on with you, that first night. They all assumed since your friend was a crow eater that you'd be easy too, but that was far from the case. You loved the chase and you liked to make men work to get what was between your legs. Until you'd met Happy. There was just something about him that had driven you crazy. He was so mysterious, so dangerous and handsome. He had an energy about him that you were drawn to and you'd found yourself breaking rules for him.. That didn't mean you'd given in to him; he'd still had to work for it, just not as hard as the previous men in your life.He was suspicious of you, as were all they guys. You hung out with crow eaters, and they all had doubts about your intentions. Like maybe you were just trying to get a guy with a kutte, like all your friends were It wasn't purely sexual, as much as you hated to admit it. You were never one to crave relationships but you knew your feelings for Happy Lowman were the kinda thing people wrote songs about. But god when he clenched his jaw it drove you wild, and you knew you'd never really be able to say no to him. You would never admit it, but he had total control over you. You were undeniably in love with Happy. He had rushed you here so fast you hadn't bother to think of clothes and he hd offered you an old shirt of his to wear to bed. You reached for it and pulled it over your head. It was big and baggy and it hung loosely over you, sitting on your upper thighs. Slightly faded letters spelt SAMCRO across the front and you smiled as you breathed in the scent of him. You stepped in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection. Maybe one day you really would fit into his world, and maybe one day he would fall in love with you. Maybe one day he could actually call you his girlfriend or, even his old lady. One day, maybe. But for now; while you stood naked in the bathroom of his dorm room, the scent of him filling your lungs; you could pretend.
“What are you looking at, little girl?” You smirked and stayed leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. Happy sat in bed, shirtless with the sheets draped loosely over him as he leant against the headboard, a joint between his fingers. “Just admiring the view.” Happy snorted and took a drag of his joint. “Come here.” You pushed off the wall and skipped across the carpet and knelt on the bed beside him. In clothes, Happy was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen, but out of them.. He was a masterpiece. You could spend hours looking at him, and you drowned in his tattoos and abs and every inch of his perfectly sculpted body. He passed you the joint and you took a drag before passing it back to him. “That suits you.” Happy said, gesturing to his shirt you were wearing. You glanced down at it and brushed off the compliment. “Greys not really my colour.” Happy smirked and patted the pillow next to him. You crawled over and tucked up next to him curling into his side, and he put his arm around your shoulder. “Thank you for coming, (y/n). I know you didn't want to.” His voice always sounded huskier at night and you smiled at him. “Im glad I came.” “It wont be for long, couple days maybe.” You groaned. “Ive got work tomorrow Happy, Im gonna lose my job if i don't show up.” Happy stubbed out the joint in the ashtray. “I aint risking your life for a bartending job.” “I can protect myself.” He looked at you and sighed. “I know you can. But your staying here. Just go to sleep and we’ll sort it out tomorrow.” “But I-“ His lips crashed against yours before you could protest and you gave in almost immediately. His rough hands reached down and you moved into his lap, straddling him. There was a sudden urgency to his kiss and he tugged the shirt up your body and lifted it over your head. He tossed it to the ground and sat back. You blushed under his gaze and he licked his lips as he looked at your bare chest before pulling you to his lips once more.
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Happy watched you as you laughed with Lyla and Juice. It had been two days since he had dragged you here and despite your initial protests you had actually been enjoying yourself. He liked watching you, settling in with his brothers and their families. You seemed to fit in well. Happy stood and headed to the kitchen. Gemma was standing in front of the stove, stirring a large pot and Happy knocked softly on the wall to get her attention. “Hey sweetheart,” Happy nodded and leant against the counter. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and placed it between his lips, rolling it across them with his tongue. Gemma watched him intently.He was struggling with something. “You told her yet?” “Told her what?” “That your in love with her.” Happy paused and shook his head. “I dont know how, Gem.” He said quietly. “Im not good at talking about this shit.” “Look, sweetie. Girl like that, she don't need to be told all the time. You want her to be an old lady?” Happy nodded. “Then you just gotta ask her. She's good for you. Knows how to turn you on and treat you right. She's been around the club enough to know what it means to be an old lady. She's tough. She’ll keep you grounded. You need that.” Happy nodded and rubbed at is neck. “She loves you, sweetheart.” Gemma said reassuringly. “Take her on a date when all this is over. A real date. Ask her then.” “Thank you momma.” “Its okay baby.”
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“Who wants a beer?” Happy nodded and Jax and Opie raised their hands. You nodded and headed to the bar. Despite being locked in the club house all day you'd enjoyed every second. Gemma had been watching you closely, but you got on well with the queen and she was always up to something, so you just ignored it. The boys had been out for most of the day and you had leapt out of your seat the second you'd heard the bikes pulling into the lot. Happy had to admit, coming home to you after a long day was something he could get used to. You grabbed the beers, and one for yourself and headed back to them. Happy met your eye as you walked and you smirked at him and tried to wink. “Are you okay? Have you got something in your eye?” “No, I’m.. I’m winking. Im trying to wink.” Happy raised his eyebrows and smirked while Jax and Opie laughed. You blushed and passed the boys their beers. “Thank you darlin.” Jax said, with an over exaggerated wink. You laughed too and raised your middle finger at him. Happy pulled you into his lap and you obliged, laying your hand casually across his broad shoulders. The conversation was light and friendly and you were all laughing, except for Happy. He couldn't stop staring at you. His plans to take you on a date were flying out the window. You tried to ignore it bit when Jax and Ope stood to go outside you turned to look at him. “The fuck you staring at?” You asked and took a swig of your beer. “I love you.” You spat your beer at, spraying a mist over the table in front of you. “What?” You wiped the beer dribbling down your chin. “I love you.” Happy repeated. His voice sounded so.. nervous. Was the Tacoma Killer nervous?! You stared at him, your mouth open, searching for any hint of a lie in those dark eyes of his. But you saw only truth, and love. You swallowed and placed your beer on the table in front of you before turning his lap to look at him fully. “You love me?” “I do.” He nodded. You pressed your lips against his. “I love you too, Happy.” You smiled against his lips. He kissed you again and you breathed him in. You shifted in his lap til you were straddling him and he wrapped his arms around you. “Get my crow.” He whispered against your lips. You pulled back and looked at him questioningly. “I want you to be my old lady.” You pulled away from him and stood up and Happys face fell slightly. You took a step backwards, your eyes never leaving his face. “Is that a no?” He asked. You smiled widely and shook your head. “Its a yes, you dork.” You took another step back. “Come on. I want my old man to pick where his crows gonna go.” You tugged your shirt down, flashing him a bit of cleavage and attempted another wink. Happy smirked and stepped towards you, grabbing you by the waist and planting a kiss on your lips. “You gotta work on that wink, little girl.”
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Once again I'm too lazy to edit, SO i hope theres no errors or autocorrect mistakes.. Hope you guys liked this one 😘