Happy Lowman Imagines

Comfort

REQUEST: Happy imagine where you're fwb with him, you really like him but you don't think he feels the same. He comes home to you after saying goodbye to Jax for the last time and you comfort him.

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The smell of bacon and pancakes filled the house as you cooked, singing to yourself as you flipped the pancakes.
You didn't care that it was 8pm and you were cooking breakfast, your were a grown ass woman and if you wanted breakfast for dinner, you were gonna have it.
Plus, you sucked at cooking anything other than bacon and pancakes.
You served a plate for yourself and sat infront of the tv, cringing as you watched old reruns of Jersey Shore.
Happy was coming over later and you couldn't wait. You loved spending time with the Tacoma Killer, and you'd found yourself falling for him, despite only being friends-with-benefits.
You could handle just being that, for now, you got to spend time with him and he was in your bed most nights.
But still, you'd feel better if you were exclusive, you knew what the croweaters were like and you knew Happy liked to fuck, he was a male after all. The thought of him with someone else kept you up at night when he wasn't in your bed, and you hated how it made you upset. He wasn't yours, you had no claim to him.
But you had fallen for him, for his voice, for every essence that was him.
You loved the way he spoke to you, telling you about his days without revealing too much of the clubs business. You loved the way he listened to you, really listened, when you told him about your days. You loved the way he laughed when you cracked bad jokes. You loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his brothers, you loved how passionate he was about the club. You loved how he spoke softly about his mother, hearing the love in his voice. You weren't stupid, you knew what he was, what he did for the club. You'd seen his tattooes, knew he'd killed people.
It didn't phase you, though. You had fallen for him, for all of him, and none of that mattered.
You knew what the club life involved and you couldn't blame him for keeping that life seperate from you. You'd never met his brothers, and you understood why.
But it didn't stop you from feeling like he was ashamed of you somehow.
For now though, you would do what you could for him, be his friend, and keep your bed warm for when he got lonely.
You hadn't seen him in over a week, the longest you'd gone without him. You knew things with the club were bad, he had told you and you could feel it in him, feel the stress and the worry in his body.
But you craved him when he was away from you, craved his lips on yours, his body wrapped around you.

You were washing up when you heard the rumble of his bike and you smiled, dried your hands and went to the door to meet him.
You opened the door, a wide smile on your face.
Your smile dropped when you saw him, he stood with his head hung low, a bandage wrapped around his left forearm.
"Happy, are you hurt baby?"
He raised his head to look at you, and your heart broke. His eyes were full of sadness, a frown all over his face.
"It's nothing." He said, his voice low and raspy.
"O-okay, come in." He walked towards you and shut the door behind him, locking it.
You followed him to the couch, where he sat in silence, his shoulders hunched.
Sadness filled the room, and you felt nervous.
You weren't sure what had happened but you knew it must have been bad.
You sat in his lap, straddling him, and he wrapped his arms around you.
You held him against your chest, stroking his back.
"Happy, baby, what happened?" You asked quietly.
You felt his body begin to shake and you froze slightly.
Was he  crying?
"Oh baby it's okay." You murmured as you rubbed his back, feeling him sob into your chest, dampening your shirt.
Minutes passed and you both sat like that, him sobbing and you stroking his back gently.
"It's okay, baby, it's okay." You cooed into his ear as you caressed his neck.
You felt your own eyes begin to fill with tears but you pushed them back, you had to be strong, for him.
He squeezed your body against his, his sobs stopping.
He looked up at you, his face wet and puffy eyes filled with sadness.
You ran your hands over his face gently, wiping his tears.
You pressed a kiss to his forehead and he closed his eyes, enjoying the comfort of your body.
You hummed as you you stroked his face gently, pressing soft kisses to his closed eyes and his cheeks.
You saw a sad smile spread on his lips and he opened his eyes, staring deep into your soul.
"Promise me something?"
You nodded reassuringly, wrapping your hands around his neck as he held you.
He sighed before speaking again.
"Promise you won't leave me." His voice was full of sadness and your heart broke as his eyes filled with tears again.
"Oh baby I promise, I'm not going anywhere." You smiled softly at him.
He nodded before sighing again and lent back on the couch.
You stayed in his lap and caressed his chest.
"I like you, (y/n). I don't know what this," he gestured between the two of you, "is, but I want you. I want you as my girlfriend. I'm just scared babygirl. I'm so scared of something happening to you. I lost a brother today, (y/n). I lost a brother, ive lost a lot of people. This life, it's hard. It's dangerous. Ive pushed you away, trying to protect you. But losing another brother made me realise. If it had been me, today, I would hate myself, for going without telling you how I felt, How I feel. I love you (y/n), and I want you as my old lady. I can't promise to be a good boyfriend, but I can promise to love you with everything I got."
He stared into your eyes as he spoke, and you felt tears roll down your cheeks.
"Happy, I love you." You whispered.
He smiled at you again and you pressed your lips to his.
You'd kissed him a million times before, but this felt different.
These were the only lips you'd kiss, for the rest of your life.
Your were his now, and he was yours.
And as you sat on your couch, wrapped in each other's arms, lips pressed together, tears rolling down both your cheeks, that was all that mattered. That was enough.