Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

It Was Just Like A Movie (Happy x Reader)

Playlist: When We Were Young - Adele

You gazed around your living room, a private smile on your mouth. It'd been so long – too long – since you'd seen the three of them at ease.

Jackson's death had been a hefty blow. They'd all been broken by it. Chibs took the role of President with a heavy heart. Tig fell into the embrace of Venus and never looked back. Happy, your Happy, well he seemed to take it the worst. Without a violent outlet, he fell apart. A man who was strong in his resolve broke into a thousand pieces and it took you a long time to find him again.

He retreated into himself, unable to process the death. You recalled the late nights where he'd stumble into the house, drunk and pissed off. He'd tear apart the living room due to the rage within him. You don't go from being the 'killer' to nothing, easily. Having him try to come to terms with his new status in the club was hard. You still remembered sitting up with him, the glowing from the lamp the only light shining as you smeared the anti-septic cream over his knuckles, wrapping them in thick bandages. You would never forget the smashed sliding back door. The sound of broken glass crunching beneath your shoes. The routine of broken anger reoccurring night after night. The routine of his grief becoming a thorn between the two of you.

You'd never forget the nights that you sat up, alone and crying. Worried for him, unsure of where he'd run off to now. Any semblance of the strong woman you pretended to be, lost. Your heart broke and your lungs collapsed under the pressure. You felt like you were drowning, unable to breathe. You had to convince yourself over and over that he still loved you. You had to persuade yourself into believing that it was for the best that you stayed. You remembered the countless times you'd packed your bags, ready to leave, only to be pulled back in by the pain still in his dark eyes.

You fought – screamed and cried. You caught him with other women – his way of trying to push you away. You understood why. He didn't want to lose you either. He wanted you to leave him, he wanted you to move on and find someone he thought more worthy of your love. You pulled him back every time. You never let the other women chip away at your feelings for the man. You held him when he crawled back to you. You embraced him when he cried. You kissed him when he poured his heart out.

Even though the memories held a bitter tone, you knew that without them, you'd have never grown into the old lady you were today. He was your soulmate; your partner. The hard times are what define your relationship and define exactly what you did. If it weren't for those trying times, you wouldn't be standing here today, strong and dignified.

You watched as his mouth turned up into his rare grin. Tig and Chibs doling out playful jabs at one of the younger patches. You shook your head, thankful for having the strength to carry on. The years had passed by quickly and with each one that passed you all grew older, greyer and fonder. Reminiscing of the good old days. You turned away from the group of men and women in your house and retreated into the kitchen.

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You were standing in the kitchen, the water running into the second sink, when you heard his heavy foot falls. He stopped before entering and you pretended not to notice his presence. You poured the soap in, letting it bubble. While you waited for it to fill, you picked up one of the platters and began scraping the leftovers into the waste bin. You piled the dirty dishes next to the sink and turned the water off. You sorted through everything, packing the dishwasher with the items safe to go in there, and dipping the other items into the soapy water. You popped a pod of soap into the dishwasher and closed it up, pressing start and letting it run. You turned back to the sink, submerging your hands into the water, searching for the wash cloth.