#happyxreader

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Hey Dolls! So I am a bit lost for inspiration at the moment, so I thought I’d give a song a try. This ones for Happy based on ‘Rude’ by Magic! 

Love Saint xx

GIF not mine. 

Saturday morning jumped out of bed and put on my best suit

Got in my car and raced like a jet, all the way to you

Knocked on your door with heart in my hand

To ask you a question

‘Cause I know that you’re and old-fashioned man

You had to catch yourself before you over filled the mugs of tea you were pouring for yourself and your parents, you were just so lost in your worrying thoughts. They had flown all the way to California, not only to visit you, their only daughter, but to meet your boyfriend, Happy.

You and Happy had been together for two years now, but all that your parents really knew about him was that he was a mechanic and that he treated you wonderfully. It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted them to meet before, but your parents were real homebodies, that never travelled to far from home.

However, it wasn’t only that this was the first time they were to meet Happy that was making you nervous. It was because Happy had proposed to you three weeks ago, and he insisted that he wanted to make a good impression and do everything right by asking your fathers permission.

“He shouldn’t be too much longer, they are just so busy down at the garage” you said cheerfully, hoping to hide your nerves, while carrying in the tray of tea.

For the next ten minuets you chatted happily about everything that had been happening back home, and how you had been finding Charming. You told them all about the club, and the boys, excluding the south of the law details, of course.

You all turned your heads to the window at the sound of a motorbike pulling into the driveway. You walked out to greet him with a kiss, and you could tell how uncomfortable and nervous he was. He was never much for socialising outside the club, but he was mainly worried about making a good impression because of how much he loved you.

Walking inside you started the introductions;

“Mum, Dad, this is Happy. Happy this is my Mum, [M/N]” Happy nodded and greeted her with a small smile, before you continued.

“And this is my Dad, [D/N]”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir”, he stuck his hand out to shake your fathers hand, but your father simply responded with a stern nod.

You took a deep breath, so far this was going about as awfully as her mind had imagined, but as ever she remained optimistic.

“Well, lunch should nearly be ready, so why don’t we all go sit down” you said, trying to be a positive buffer to the tension.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

Say yes, say yes 'cause I need to know

You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die

Tough luck, my friend, but the answer is no!

Lunch was filled with awkward silences as you tried to find a common ground you could all talk about, uncomfortable laughing continually spilling from your mouth as you tried to lift the mood.

By the time you had served the after dessert coffee, you could tell that all three of them were ready for this to finish, and you still hadn’t got to the hardest part.

You shared a look with Happy, reaching under the table to take his hand, trying to still his shaking leg that was almost shaking the whole table.

You cleared your throat before you began, “Ahem…Dad. Happy has something that he would like to ask you”, you turned to him with a small smile to trie and reassure him.

“Sir, I would like to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter.”

Your fathers face turned to stone, while your mother sat in shock.

“Absolutely not.” Your father said sternly.

“Daddy!”

“No, [Y/N]. I’m not arguing, he will never have my blessing as long as I live. You didn’t think we would do some research on that motorcycle club. You’re mother and I were both very disappointed but didn’t say anything. We figured this was a phase and you would move on. But I will absolutely not allow my baby girl to marry anyone associated with them. Look at him! He’s obviously no good, you don’t need google to tell you that, and he must be more than 10 years older than you!. This,” he said gesturing between you two, “is over. You are coming home.” He finished, standing abruptly from the table.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had always known your parents were a little old fashioned but you had never thought that they could be this judgemental. You knew that at first sight they wouldn’t love the sight of Happy. Yes, he was a little older, yes he was covered in tattoos, and yes he was a little shy, but your father was just being cruel. And you were prepared to fight.

You jumped up from the table, “Dad you aren’t being fair-”. You stopped when Happy stood and turned to you, holding both your hands.

I hate to do this, you leave no choice, can't live without her

Love me or hate me, we will be boys, standin' at that altar

Or we will run away to another galaxy, you know

You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go

“Sir, Your daughter is the best thing that has ever come into my life. Her smile, her laugh, her sense of humour, her compassion, her taste in awful movies, the fact that she could love someone like me - I am crazy about her. I love her….and I will always keep her safe”

By this point you could feel tears pricking your eyes, your hand still in Happy’s.

Happy’s stare never wavered from your fathers.

“No.” Your father responded, rigidly.

You’d had enough. Leading Happy by the hand to the front door, you stopped to face your parents.

“We are going to go out for a while. You can stay here. I think everyone needs time to calm down. I know you want to protect me, but I love him, and you can’t control me anymore, I’m going anywhere he goes.”

Your parents stood there in shock. You walked out the door, but Happy stopped turning back to your father.

“This isn’t how I wanted this to go, and I tried to make a good impression. I hate to say this, but…I’m going to marry her anyway”

With that you let the house, mounting his bike and riding away. You wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him gently.

Can you do a one shot about how you catch Happy flirting with a sweet butt & so you flirt with Juice because Happy always accuses you of flirting with him even though you didnt until now. And how happy gets all upset &tells you how much he loves you

Words: 3375

Pairing: Happy x Reader

 No matter how much deep shit with the club was, the guys always tried to spend time with you. You know they needed the attention of your Old Man a lot of the time so Happy always tried to make it up to you by doing whatever you wanted when you had spare moments together.

You’d been Happy’s Old Lady for two years now and his wife for one and half and you proudly displayed his crow on your shoulder.  You knew exactly what he did for the club and you still stayed by him, cleaning up his wounds and holding his close at night, even if he told himself that he didn’t need the comfort. Killing and torture may have come easy to him but it had a tendency to rob his sleep if you weren’t beside him. Because of all the support and love you showed him, Happy often encouraged you to spend time with the other Sons. He truly loved seeing you enjoy yourself while Chib’s showed you some boxing moves or when Tig caught you how to kick a door in (Even if you weren’t sure why Tig found it such an important life lesson) or when you and Jax would watch corny horror films after you’d been babysitting Able and Thomas for him.

The only Son that he minded you spending time with was Juice. Juice had been your friend long before you’d met Happy, he was closer in age and the pair of you had dorky inside jokes. Your Old man was obsessed with the fact that one day something would happen between the pair of you and Happy constantly accused you of flirting with him.

It was the only thing that you argued about, which was funny given Happy’s penchant for murder.

And that’s why your Old Man was glaring across the yard at you and Juice talking to each other by Juice’s bike. “Come on Juice, please?” You asked clasping your hands together in a pleading motion. “I barely have any time to sleep now without taking on Happy’s shifts here too.” Juice protested lightly but you knew he’d agree eventually, he was your best friend after all and it was a very small favour to ask. “Come on Juan! I’ve barely seen my old man in a week, I just want one day to cook for him and keep him trapped in bed all day.” You pleaded and pouted slightly. Juice scowled lightly and shook his head, “Not a mental image I need Y/N.” You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’ve been to your parties, I know you probably saw my Old Man up to all sorts before I came on the scene. Please? Next time you get a girlfriend I’ll big you up to her? Keep her away from the guys?”

Juice looked thoughtful for a moment before he gave you a small grin, “You got yourself a deal as long as I don’t have to hear about you hog tying Happy to the bed.” You let out an excited squeal and jumped up to wrap your arms around his shoulders giving him a tight hug. He laughed and put his hand up to your hips tickling you until you jumped back. “Thanks Juicey!” You kissed his cheek before giving him a mischievous smirk, “Besides, if any one gets tied up it wouldn’t be Happy.” You laughed and walked away hearing him dramatically retching behind you.

You walked across the yard to where your Husband was stood glaring at you with his arms folded across his chest. You gave him a smile as you approached him and leaned up to wrap your arms around his neck like you had done with Juice just a few moments before. You pressed your lips to his which he didn’t return, he also hadn’t unfolded his arms as you were pressed against him.

“What’s a matter Mr. Lowman?” You purred giving him your best seductive face, the only that only ever failed if he had to leave on club business and even then he’d tried to fit in time for a quickie. But his eyes remained steely as he stared down at you, “You have fun with Juice?” You groaned and dropped your head to his shoulder, “Are you serious Hap? I’m so sick of this stupid shit.” “If you’re sick of it go back over there to Juice and finish what you started.” He rumbled. He had still yet to unfold his arms. “What I started? I was talking to him for five minutes baby, don’t you think if I was going to fuck him it then it would take more than five minutes?” You groaned at him and let your arms drop from his neck so you could fold them over your chest to mirror your Old Man.

“You seem to know a lot how he is in bed.” He narrowed his eyes accusingly. “Are you serious?”  You snapped, “I was over there trying to get him to take your shift tomorrow so I could keep you all to myself.”

Happy felt guilt in his stomach, he knew that you wouldn’t cheat, deep down he knew it but he couldn’t help but think that you and Juice were always flirting. Just like he couldn’t stop his next words tumbling out of his mouth, “I’ll work. You spend all day in bed with your friend over there, I know you’d prefer it.”

You glared at Happy for moment before throwing your hands up and storming away shouting back at him to go fuck himself.

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You felt bad about storming off earlier but you knew you were well within your right to be mad with your husband, you’d only been trying to arrange a nice surprise for him so you could spend the day together. It hadn’t been the worst argument you’d had about this though so as you got ready for the SAMCRO party that night you went all out. As an Old Lady and wife of one of the most well-known Son’s you had extra pressure to look good all the time anyway but today you wanted to pull Happy’s focus away from the argument and get him looking forward to spending the day with you tomorrow.

As you stepped into the party you instantly found Tig, Chibs and Jax near the pool table. As you approached Tig wolf whistled you and Jax caught your hand so he could spin you around in front of them, you laughed at your loveable idiots. “Do you know what you’re doing to me girl?” Tig teased, it always made you laugh how openly crude Tig would be with you and yet Happy didn’t seem to have as much as a problem with it as he did Juice. “Aye Happy is a very lucky man indeed.” Chibs gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Well that’s what I’m hoping to prove,” you smiled, “Now has anyone seen my Old Man?”

The boys instantly looked anxious and you narrowed your eyes at them as they avoided your gaze. You folded your arms and continued to watch them until Jax eventually looked up and you followed his gaze behind you.

Happy was lent with one shoulder against the wall with a sweetbutt in front of him. She leaned forward and ran her hands up Happy’s chest as she leaned closer to him. You knew what should have happened and what had happened every time a croweater or sweetbutt had thrown attention at him since he’d put his ink on you. He’d catch their face in one of his large hands and hold them tight, he’d leaned down and snarl in their face that they were disrespecting you and your claim on him and if they tried it again he’d make sure they regretted it.

So you watched him because seeing your Old Man get territorial over your relationship was something that you found ridiculously hot. In all the time you’d been married and even before then you’d only ever had to assert your place a handful of times, you’d been fortunate unlike Tara who’d had to prove herself to the clubs whores almost every day.

But it never happened, you saw Happy lean down to talk quietly to the woman as she continued to press herself up against him. You felt sick. Behind you the boys cursed, this could not end well. You were moving before you’d thought of a plan and before you knew it you had thrust you hand into the sweetbutts hair and pulled her head back so that your mouth was by her ear.

“You have two seconds to get the fuck out away from my husband before I rip your tongue out through your teeth.” You snarled and yanked so that she fell backwards to the floor. When she caught sight of you she ran away faster than you’d ever seen the boys run.

You turned your attention to Happy who was wearing an unreadable expression. “What the fuck?” You hissed at him. He shrugged, “You have fun with Juice, I thought I’d have a little fun myself.” He seemed so nonchalant and you felt tears spring up in your eyes.

Happy had expected you to hurt the girl like you had but then he expected a screaming match before dragging each other off into the dorms to have incredible angry sex, hopefully in Juice’s dorm room. What he didn’t see coming was the tears, he didn’t expect you to say nothing before turning and walking away from him and finding a seat at the bar.

No explosion.

No incredible sex in front of Juice.

Happy watched you order a three shots and have them all in quick succession as Tig and Chibs approached him. “I’m gonna take a stab in the dark and say that’s how you expected that to end brother?” Chibs asked him and passed him a beer. Happy didn’t respond so they took it as a yes. They watched you drink alone for a while, a few prospects came to flirt with you but each time you had glanced at the crow on your shoulder and they had ran away after seeing Happy’s name under it.

Eventually Tig spoke up, “Come on man, you’re not seriously going to let her get drunk when she’s this upset and looking like that. Prospects are easy to scare away but there’s patched guys here from the Oregon charter that’ve had their eye on her.” “She’s still mine.” Happy grated and tightened his hold on his beer, argument or not your crow was on full display and everyone knew not to mess with Happy’s woman. “Doesn’t mean she’s not hurting brother.” Chibs advised and dropped his hand on Happy’s shoulder before giving him a reassuring pat.

 You were already drunk. Fuck. Usually half a bottle vodka didn’t do much to you, after all you were the Tocoma Killer’s Old Lady, that entailed a lot of drinking. But usually it was spread over a whole night and not done as a course of shots over twenty minutes while scaring away Prospects and trying not to cry.

So you were gone. How could Happy be so blasé about this woman all over him? Was he really prepared to possibly ruin his marriage because he was insecure about your friendship with Juice? Someone who you had been close too long before you were with Happy, if you really wanted him would you not have chosen Juice first?

You leaned on your arms on the bar as your head swam. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached for the bottle that the prospect behind the bar had left for you. As you poured yourself another shot you felt a familiar presence lean on the bar beside you. You took your shot in one before turning to face Juice who was watching you with a worried expression. “Y/N have you been crying?” He asked quietly, you felt his thumb come under your eye as he wiped your wet cheeks. You nodded your head dramatically, the alcohol taking effect made you fall forwards into Juice who caught you and you starting giggling into his chest.

His arms were loose around you holding you onto your chair as he laughed at you, “I think it’s a good idea to take a break from the shots for now, you might fall off.” You giggled and looked up at him through your lashes before putting your hands on his chest just over his patches, “Well it’s a good job you’re so strong.”

If Happy was prepared to let you go over flirting with Juice then fuck it, you might as well actually get to flirt with him. Good call vodka.

He laughed nervously but didn’t make a move to let go of you, “Okay sweetheart, don’t you think we should get you into bed?” He pulled you off the seat into his arms and started to carry you towards the dorms.

You giggled wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your mouth up to his ear, “Do you want to take me to bed Juicey?” You breathed and you could feel the heat that rushed to his cheeks and how his grip on you tightened slightly. “No-not like that.” He stammered slightly, with this angle he could see slightly down your top but more importantly Happy’s crow on your shoulder was almost right in his face. “Why not Juan? Happy thinks we’re at it anyway and he doesn’t care anymore.”  You mumbled and settled yourself down in his arms.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Happy growled behind Juice and you felt your human pillow/carrier tense at the voice. You however were not intimidated; you wouldn’t have married him if you were. Instead you shoo’d him drunkenly with your hand, “Go fuck that girl, I don’t want to talk to you.”

Realisation dawned on Happy at your slurred words, you were wasted. He’d come over here with the intention of ramming Juice’s face into the bar until whatever you found attractive was mashed beyond recognition. He didn’t realise how much he’d hurt you. He honestly just wanted angry sex to get over his jealousy of Juice. Happy couldn’t believe he’d made you think you didn’t care about your marriage.

“Give her.” Happy snapped and held his arms open and waited for Juice to hand you to him. You shook your head and held onto Juice, “No, he’s being a dick. I just wanted to spend tomorrow with him.” “Sorry, Lady says no.” Juice mumbled and gulped. Jesus Christ how did he get dragged into this? He knew Happy could at the very least kick Juice’s ass around the yard for not handing over his wife.

Happy’s expression darkened but he gave a firm nod and gestured for Juice to follow him and they headed towards the dorms. Happy was furious that Juice hadn’t handed you over but he was also thankful, he knew the other Son’s would have had the same reaction. You didn’t want to go with him and he was angry so Juice protecting you, even from Happy, was absolutely the right thing to do.

Juice put you down on the bed in Happy’s dorm room and Happy sat down on the chair in the corner. Only when you told Juice it was fine for him to go did he leave you in silence with your husband. And that was how you stayed until Happy’s voice cut through the tension almost making you jump.

“Did you really think I’d put that bitch over our marriage?”

You held his gaze for a moment before you answered, “You thought I put Juice before it so I don’t know what goes on in your head.” “If he’d brought you in here and wanted to fuck you would you have?” He asked, still sat staring. You wanted to punch him for asking you something so stupid, instead you kept your voice quiet but steady and firm, “I wish I could say yes. But I fucking love you.”

“You think I don’t love you?” He grated. You said nothing. He stood and started towards the best until he was stood in front of you, “Do. You. Think. That. I. don’t. love. You?”

You wished that you could be scared of Happy in this moment instead of drunk and incredibly turned on. You gathered yourself before you answered, “I play house for you. You always have a hot meal and clean clothes. I got your crow and I took your name. When we go into lock down I don’t ask any fucking questions. When you come home after killing someone I help clean you up. I help pay your mums medical bills. I have been kidnapped, beaten and tortured because of the club and you. I put off having kids because you wanted to wait. And it’s all fucking worth it because I have you. But you don’t give a shit because you think that me and Juice are too close.”

You made a mental note, no more vodka.

Happy stared down at you and you expected rage. You expected broken furniture and him calling Juice in here to beat the shit out of him.

But instead you watched at Happy fell to his knees in front of the bed and leaned forward to bury his face in your stomach and wrap his arms around your hips. Fuck. Happy was barely emotional but when he was it was always so…raw. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and gently smoothed your hand over his head.

“You think I don’t know?” His voice rasped into your stomach and you strained to hear him, “You think I don’t know everything you do for me? Those are the reasons why I fucking love you. John Teller used to tell me I’d find someone to fit me and I’m pissed he didn’t get to meet you, that I couldn’t show you off. I never wanted kids until I met you, but I think that if they were with you I could finally make something good.”

He finally looked up at you and you felt yourself melt under the passion of this gaze, he continued “I can’t stand the idea of you being with anyone else and I hate knowing that Juice deserves you more.”

You let the words hit you back into sobriety and you started laughing loudly. Happy scowled as you continued to laugh but urged him up to lie next to you on the bed and cuddled up to his chest. “You’re a fucking idiot. If I didn’t want you I wouldn’t have bothered with you.” You laughed and snuggled into his chest in the opening on his cut. “Who you calling an idiot?” He asked but now his voice was lighter and his hands found your sides and he tickled you lightly. “You Mr. Lowman.” You teased and leaned up to give him a soft kiss as he wrapped his arms around you. “Think you can deal being married to an idiot?” He murmured in that deep voice of his that used when he was trying to get you into bed. Not that he ever really had to try.

“That depends, knowing Juice he’s stood outside the door in case I’m in trouble which is very good of him. And knowing your devious mind the fact that he’s stood out there means you want us to fuck as loud as possible so that he and everyone else here knows I’m yours?” You asked as innocently as possible and leaned up to kiss the underside of his jaw. You let out a quick giggle as he rolled you both over so that he was above you and asked, “And if I do?” “Well then I can deal with that.” You grinned and pulled him down to kiss you.