Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

Saccharine (Happy x Reader)

Written for: xxmooseoncrackxx
Playlist: Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
Find Me On: tumblr, ffn or ao3 as crimsonheart01

Happy Lowman. That was a name you'd always known. He was the boy from around the way. The one who's mom was widowed. The one who was always getting into trouble. The one who every other parent warned their kids from hanging out with. The one that all the parents spoke in hushed tones about. His poor mother. That woman is doing her best. Working those long nights. By the time you entered middle school, all your girlfriends were fawning all over him. Every girl in the school was scared of him, but that didn't stop them from having him star in their dreams every night. Oh the joy of adolescent hormones. You were always too focused on your school work to really put any stock into the kid from around the corner. He was also two years ahead of you. You weren't even vaguely interested.

It wasn't until you started high school that you had your very first encounter with him. The VP had asked you to do her a favour. They said there was a student who was in desperate need of tutoring. A student who was about to fail out of school all together. Eager to please your new administration – and be able to add a few extra lines to your resume – you agreed with no questions asked. Boy, was that a mistake. If you'd known they were asking you to tutor the already tatted up bad boy, you'd have run the other direction.

Luckily for you, he was actually smart. He just didn't care for school so didn't apply himself. You spent an entire semester trying to get him to raise his grades but he wasn't interested. He passed every assignment you had him do with flying colours but would leave his actual school work blank. After not having any progress with him, the school's administration informed you that you didn't need to waste anymore of your time. Unbeknownst to him, you fought against their decision. You didn't want the school to give up on him. You tried to continue to tutor him, but once he found out that the school wasn't forcing it anymore he stopped showing up. You pestered him for weeks, attempting to make him take his schooling serious. When it became obvious that he didn't care, you eventually forgot about him. That was the last time you'd heard any mention of him...

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...until you walked into a tattoo parlour, on a shady downtown street in Tacoma, Washington....

~(SOA)~

You stayed in Seattle after graduating from University. You weren't interested in moving back to your small town in Cali and your parents really didn't need a boarder. You spent years doing odd jobs from barista to waitress, until you landed a job in your field – Graphic Design. That's where you met your current roommate. She was a badass chick, covered from head to toe in tattoos. She was your complete opposite. You'd never even gotten an additional piercing (aside from those in your ears). You admired her uniqueness.

One random day, while you were getting dressed after a shower she noticed that you didn't have any tattoos. You explained to her that you'd always wanted one but could ever decide what you wanted to brand yourself for life with. She tutted at your choice of wording and then spent days with you trying to narrow down all your interests. She was determined to find you the perfect tattoo.

It took at least six months before you were fully comfortable with the idea. You'd explained the type of tattoo you wanted, and she came back with sketches from a few different artists. Together you picked your top 3. From there it was about discovering which style you preferred over the others.

Finally, you settled on the simple depiction of the rose you desperately wanted. When you pointed to the artwork, your roommate raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised at who you'd chosen to ink you. When you tried to question her about her reaction she laughed you off. She called the shop and set up the appointment. Now you had to wait another two weeks, agonizing about the whole ordeal.