One last goodbye

Sergeants

Season 7 Happy Lowman is too much of a beaut

“Blood makes you related,

but Loyalty makes you FAMILY.”

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When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren’t expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life’s funny like that.

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You’d been living in Bakersfield for a little over six months now and you couldn’t picture being anywhere else. Your neighbors, especially Elena, were all lovely and friendly. You got to see a hot biker or two every now and then, and even made friends with said bikers.

Happy had taken full advantage of you being friends with his mother and having your number and texted you every Sunday afternoon to see how she was doing.

It’s Friday night, after you’ve had dinner with Elena, and you’ve just finished helping her clean up before you take your leave. And after one too many yawns, she swats at you with one of her dish towels.

“Ve a casa y duerme un poco. Has estado trabajando toda la semana.” (Go home and get some sleep. You’ve been working all week.)

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going.” You walk towards the door, hesitating before you push it open. “I have errands to do tomorrow, but Sunday I’m driving over to my dad’s for dinner. Do you want to go with me?”

“No sé..” (I don’t know.)

“Well sleep on it. If you want to get out of the house, you’re more than welcome to tag along.” You smile at her before pushing open the door, brow furrowing when you spot the vehicle sitting directly in front of her house. For some reason warning bells immediately go off and your heart drops into your stomach when you see the window roll down.

There’s a glint in the moonlight and you quickly backpedal into Elena’s home.

“Gun! Elena, get down!”

Gunshots ring out, aimed right where you were standing, and you fall backwards as Elena screams. You roll around on your back, kicking the wooden door closed as splintered wood falls on you. It seems like it goes on forever, as you crawl towards Elena who’d knocked over her coffee table and laid behind it, but really it’s only a handful of seconds before you hear tires screeching and the sound of a car’s engine driving away.

“Elena, ¿estás bien?” (Elena, are you okay?)

When she glances up at you, your heart aches for the woman with a tearstained face. She nods, but her gaze drops down from your face. “Mija, estás sangrando.” (You’re bleeding.)

When you glance down and see blood dripping down from your chest, the pain kicks in. You know panicking never helps a situation, but you can’t help it. “Call 911. ‘Lena, call 911!”

You see the dish towel Elena had moments ago, grabbing it and moving so you’re laying on your back. You immediately press it to your wound, trying to regulate your breathing since you can actually feel it getting shallower and shallower.

As Elena makes her way to her phone that’s hanging on the wall, you pull out your own from your pocket. Quickly bringing up Happy’s contact, you send him two texts back to back before setting your phone aside and resting your eyes.

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The Sons down in Charming are enjoying their Friday night to the best of their ability. Ever since Clay had been taken out, and Gemma not that long after him since her botched attempt on Tara’s life, Jax got the club on a semi-decent path. They still dabbled in some pretty illegal stuff, but they were a lot more calculated about it to prevent any more brothers doing time.

A few of the patched brothers are drinking some beers, talking about random shit as some sweetbutts try to entice a few of them back to their dorms when Happy’s phone beeps from inside his kutte. No one thinks anything of it, at least not until he pulls out his phone and then promptly shoves the sweetbutt who’d been walking her fingers up and down his thigh away from him.

“What’s up, Hap?” Jax asks, having felt the change in atmosphere the moment Happy read whatever was on his phone.

“My Ma’s neighbor texted.” He pushes a button before pressing his phone to his ear.

Juice immediately looks up from his laptop. “You got her number before I did? Damn.”

“It’s not like that,” he immediately says. The ringing phone goes to voicemail before he tries it again. “She sent two texts- three words. ShootingandMa’s house.”

“Oh fuck.”

Immediately, Chibs and Tig are shooing away the rest of the sweetbutts as they wait with bated breath for whoever Happy is calling to pick up. And just when he thinks it’s gonna go to voicemail again, it clicks over.

“HAPPY?!”

“Ma? Ma, where’s YN?”

He puts the phone and speaker so he doesn’t have to explain this to his brothers as soon as it’s over, mentally cringing as they all listen to his hysterical mother. He doesn’t have a good feeling about this. “They shot her, mijo. They shot her and now her eyes won’t open.”

“Who shot her, Ma?” He stands- Juice, Jax, Opie, Chibs and Tig following suit and pulling on their kuttes.

“I don’t know! They were waiting outside my house and..”

“And what?” No words are spoken as Elena cries. “And what, Ma?! What’s going on?”

“Happy, there’s so much blood.”

“Fuck. I’m on my way.”

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Elena Lowman sits in the lobby of Memorial Hospital with YN’s entire family, rosary gripped in one hand and her other hand holding tight to YN’s father’s. She hadn’t had the number for YN’s family, but the hospital had her emergency contact so they were the ones to make the call. Her father, siblings, sibling-in-laws, and nieces and nephews all showed up, and Elena felt horrible for the family who was scared to death to hear any type of news.

She told the family everything that had happened and felt like it was her fault, but YN’s family assured her it wasn’t. They made sure she was okay before the sisters dragged her to the bathroom, cleaning their sister’s blood off of Elena’s hands and arms. There was nothing to do for her clothes, but hopefully they wouldn’t be there too long.

One moment the waiting room is eerily quiet with the occasional ping over the hospital’s intercom, and the next several bikers are stomping their way through the halls. One of YN’s brothers and his wife tense, but everyone else smiles weakly at the sight of Happy and Juice, and nods at the rest of the men who are obviously part of some motorcycle club.

“Ma?” Happy’s jaw clenches when he sees the blood soaked into his mother’s pants.

Elena glances at him, sniffling. “I’m fine, mijo.”

Juice rubs a hand over his mohawk, exhaling roughly. “What happened? Have they said anything?”

No one says a word and Elena is quick to comfort YN’s father when he hides his face in the palms of his hands and starts crying again.

YN’s brother, the one Juice and Happy had seen at the cookout, gestures them over to the side so he doesn’t have to rehash everything in front of his father again. Alone, he sighs. “She took a bullet to the chest.”

“Fuck,” Juice swears.

“She lost a lot of blood and the bullet clipped her lung. They took her back for surgery, but that was a while ago. We haven’t heard anything since.”

“Do the pigs have any leads?” Jax asks when he sees how tense his brothers are.

YN’s brother shrugs. “Couple of co-workers mentioned that YN got into it with a couple of thugs. One of their crew got gunned down and died before he made it to the hospital. YN was on call that day and they blamed her.”

“Juice, you still got my Ma’s place hooked up with cameras?”

“Yeah.”

“Find the fuckers who did this.”

Juice nods and before they can stomp away, YN’s brother grabs onto Happy. When Happy tenses, YN’s brother is quick to let go. “If my baby sister dies, they die.”

“They were dead the moment they decided to stalk your sister and park outside my Ma’s house.”

“Good.”

The Sons raise a surprised eyebrow at the brother’s easy agreement to killing those responsible for shooting his sister, but say nothing as they let Happy take the lead.

Your eyelids feel heavy when you’re finally forced back into the land of the living and you begrudgingly do everything the doctor and nurse tell you to do in order for them to pull the tube from your throat. You feel completely exhausted even though you know you just woke up and everything hurts. They ask the usual questions of what you remember and what you don’t, if you know what day it is, and then fill in the blanks for you when you fail to answer correctly.

They sit you up and let you have a sip of cold water for your sore throat, and then ask if you’re up for any visitors. When you tell them visitors are fine, you’re not surprised when your entire family tries to fit in there all at once before they’re told only to go in a few at a time. They tell you that you’d been under for two days so they could make sure your lung properly healed, and that Happy and Elena were daily visitors. They also tell you that the men responsible for the shooting had been found, but they didn’t live long. Apparently their car had been tampered with which resulted in quite a fiery explosion after they ran from the police.

Oh well. At least you didn’t have to worry about them in the future.

It wasn’t long before Elena and Happy showed up, and your family left to give you some time with them. And as soon as your family exited, Elena was by your bedside, sobbing and apologizing for something that was not her fault. You assured her of such and it took a moment for her to calm down, and when she did she asked how you were feeling.

Eventually Elena excuses herself to use the bathroom and then you’re left with Happy. He pulls a chair up to the foot of your bed and relaxes into it. “Pigs found the little punks that took a shot at 'ya. They’re dead.”

“I know.” The corner of your lips curl upward. “I’m glad.”

“Really? Aren’t nurses supposed to be all about helping others and shit? Wishing them well and all that bullshit.”

You shrug, wincing when it pulls at the stitches in your chest. “I could probably forgive being shot, but your Ma was standing right behind me, Hap.” You sigh and shake your head. “Now I know she’s your blood, but I’ve come to see her like family. And I don’t appreciate anyone putting my family in danger.”

He slowly smiles as he nods. “Good.”

You nod back and shift against your pillows. “So what have you been up to, Mr. Badass Biker? Any entertaining stories you can and are willing to share?” He merely continues to smile and then shrugs. “Oh come on. I just woke up this morning and I’m already bored out of my mind.”

“You got my boy all twisted up, worried for your well being. Jumps for his phone every time it pings, only to realize he never gave you his number. It’s hilarious.”

“Poor Juice,” you mumble.

Happy quietly chuckles before reaching inside his kutte, pulling out a familiar cell phone before tossing it onto your lap. “Ma gave it to me for safe keeping. Went ahead and added the idiot’s number for you and a couple others in case you can’t reach me.”

“Thanks.”

“Now please do me and my brothers a favor, and text the idiot. Put him out of his misery.”

“I will, but not while your Ma’s here. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Happy smiles again. “Fair enough.”

At Teller-Morrow Automotive, a few of the Sons are working on vehicles while a few others are loitering around the lot. Happy’s on his lunch break, sitting at the picnic table outside and keeping an eye on Juice who’s sitting in the clubhouse, typing away on his laptop while completely ignoring the sweetbutt trying to press up on him.

Two individuals take a seat across from Happy, and he glances over to nod at Jax and Opie.

“Man, what’s up with Juice?” Jax wonders. “He still all twisted up over that nurse neighbor of your Ma’s?”

Opie huffs. “She must be quite the lay in bed. I haven’t seen him take a bitch to his dorm in a while.”

Happy’s lips twitch. “He’s only ever met her once. I gave her his number, but since he’s still moping I’m assuming she hasn’t called or texted.”

“She out of the hospital yet?” Happy nods and Jax smirks. “Call her. Tell her to put our boy out of his misery. I wanna see his reaction.”

Happy shrugs and pulls out his phone, pressing on YN’s contact before setting the phone on speaker and laying it on the table so he can continue to eat.

After the fourth ring, the line clicks over. “I was napping. This better be good.”

“Thought I told you to put Juice out of his misery?”

“Well hello to you too, Happy.” Jax and Opie snort. “And whoever else is apparently listening.”

“Hey. It’s Jax and Opie,” Jax muses.

“Hey guys.”

“Doin’ alright, sweetheart?” Jax asks since Happy’s gone back to eating again.

“Peachy. The hospital weaned me off the good stuff before they released me and my siblings’ crotch goblins have formed an attachment issue. Today’s the first day I’m on my own.”

Happy grunts. “Call Juice, YN. We’re watching him now and the poor bastard’s moping. We wanna see his reaction.”

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

The phone beeps, signaling she’s hung up and the three men immediately stare in Juice’s direction. They wait, rather impatiently, and then chuckle when they see Juice jerk as he reaches for his phone that had been on the bar next to his laptop. He frowns at the phone, answers it, and then that goofy ass smile they’re all used to makes an appearance.

“Jesus Christ,” Jax murmurs. “He’s done for.”

“How’d you even rope this girl in?” Opie asks.

“We didn’t,” Happy says. “Apparently her and my Ma hit it off when she moved in.”

“And the Tacoma Killer just accepted her like that?” Jax wonders.

Happy shrugs. “When Juice and I went to talk to my Ma about using her place as storage, YN whistled and told us my Ma was with her. She invited us over, told us to take a seat, handed us a beer and then let us eat at their table. That girl that Juice is so obviously infatuated with became important the moment I saw my Ma talking and laughing. I’d never seen my Ma like that.”

“And you’re okay with Juice chasing after her until he grows bored?” Opie asks.

“Juice has proven himself time and time again in this club,” Happy starts, “but we all know he wasn’t really cut out for this life. He’s grown accustomed to it, but you guys didn’t see him with YN and her family. YN’s type of life is the life our brother has been craving. And now that Jax is at the head of the table and the club’s changed drastically, I think Juice might actually be serious. He just doesn’t know how to go after it.”

A moment of silence passes and then..

“Well shit.” Jax chuckles. “We got one brother looking to settle down and another brother having a full blown conversation.” Happy scowls at his President and the other two men laugh. “We’ve got to meet this girl, man.”

Finally all healed up, you decide to drive down to Charming and buy lunch for your boys. You knew, without a doubt, that they had something to do with the thugs meeting their untimely demise, but you never questioned it. You just let it be. And over the last week, you’d been calling and trading texts with Juice, and since they were busy at the shop you figured you’d buy them lunch.

So here you are, driving into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive and parking. Happy knew you were coming, he being the one you were more intimidated by, so you made sure to clear it with him before you showed up out of the blue. And when he found out the purpose behind your visit, he texted you a handful of orders for burgers and fries.

Climbing out of your car, you grab the box of food from your backseat and then head towards a set of picnic tables where you spot a familiar bald head. On your way over there, however, you’re intercepted by a blue-eyed blonde, hair pulled back into a small bun and automotive shirt left unbuttoned atop a plain white tee.

“Can I help 'ya, darlin’?” He asks, wiping his hands on an oil rag.

“Oh, um, not really. I’m here for Happy,” you say while gesturing behind him.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you before he glances over his shoulder, then glances back at you, and then comes to a realization. “Holy shit. You the nurse? Hap’s Ma’s neighbor?”

“Yeah?” You nervously chuckle. “You’ve heard stories or are you one of the ones who rode out when I had my little accident?”

“Rode out, darlin’. Jax Teller.” He introduces himself with a very charming smile.

You introduce yourself with a smile and nod. “Then I guess one of these burgers are for you. Kind of bought everyone who rode to Bakersfield lunch, so..”

“Perfect fuckin’ timing.” He takes the box for you, gesturing for you to follow. “Come on. The other guys are workin’, but me and Hap are on break. I even think your other boy is around here somewhere.”

“My other-”

“Juice.”

“Oh.” You can’t help the blush that stains your cheeks and you roll your eyes at Jax when he chuckles. “Shut up.”

As you make it to the table, you nod at Happy who flashes you a brief grin.

“Hey Ope! Juice! Get your asses over here,” Jax hollers.

Several other men stop and stare to see what the commotion is about, and you quickly take a seat to use Happy as a shield. “How 'ya doin’, kid?” He asks while digging into the box Jax was already rummaging through.

“I’m good. Hardly any pain now,” you say while moving around your right shoulder.

“And Ma?”

“She’s good too.” You smile as he finds his burger and takes a carton of fries for himself, readily digging in. “I still have one week off from work, so I’m gonna take her out for a drive come Tuesday. My nephew has a pee-wee football game coming up and she’s been expressing interest in seeing the kids play sports.”

He huffs. “Good. That’s the closest thing she’ll ever have to grandchildren.” You snort and he glances at you. “Unless you pop out a few. She thinks of you as a daughter.”

“Nuh uh. This is a crotch goblin free zone,” you say while gesturing down to your lap. “Don’t jinx me.”

This time, Jax snorts, shaking his head at the two of you. “Jesus. You two are something else.”

Before you can ask him what he means, another individual walks up to the table- over six feet tall, full beard, and a black beanie pulled down over his head despite the warm weather. “What’s going on, brother?”

“YN, this is Opie. Opie, this is Juice’s girl YN.”

“What?” You squeak and Happy chuckles at your side.

“YN brought lunch to all of us who rode out when she was shot,” Jax explains, completely ignoring you.

“Nice.” Opie looks at you, smiling. “Thanks for lunch.”

“Er- no problem.”

Opie takes a seat next to Jax, digging into the box for his food.

“Hey Jax, the prospect said you were- YN?”

You glance around Happy at the sound of your name and smirk at a surprised Juice. “Hey.”

“W-What are you doing here?”

“Feeding you guys. Have a seat if you’re hungry.”

It takes Juice a moment for his brain to catch up and then he’s beaming before throwing himself into the empty space next to you. He slings an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple. “Alright. Feed me.”

Jax throws a wrapped burger at Juice and he easily catches it, laughing. Jax and Opie take turns asking questions- where you’re from, what you do for a living, how you’re healing and how it is that you can put up with Juice. Eventually their lunch break is over and it’s time for the next batch to take their break, but before anyone can head off, you stop them.

“Hey, so.. my family’s having another cookout to celebrate me no longer being an invalid- their words, not mine- on Saturday,” you say. “You guys are more than welcome to come.”

“Hell yeah,” Juice exclaims. “That kid nephew of yours gonna cook again?”

“Yes. Elena requested chicken and potato salad, so we’re doing chicken, pork ribs and fajitas again.”

“I’m in,” Happy immediately says.

“Me too.” Juice’s goofy smile practically makes you swoon.

Jax and Opie still haven’t said anything. “There’s, uh, there’s gonna be a bouncy house for the crotch goblins if you guys have any. My family just likes to sit around and talk shit, catch up. There’s music, beer, good food..”

“Hey, you guys think that bar-be-cue place down in Lodi is good?” Juice says. “They have nothing on YN’s nephew. Kid knows how to cook. It’s insane.”

Jax slowly smiles. “If Tara doesn’t have anything planned, I’m in.”

“Yeah, me too,” Opie says. “I think the wife might be busy, but I got two kids who don’t get to hang around other kids much.”

“Just have Juice or Happy text me when you’re really sure you’re going to show up,” you tell them. “We’re not going shopping until Friday, so I need to know how much food and beer and drinks for the kids to get.”

“Alright, sweetheart, will do,” Jax says.

The day of the cookout dawns bright and early, and you’re excited for it.

Your entire family was going to be in attendance, along with Elena, Happy, Juice, Jax and his family, and Opie and his kids since his wife was in fact busy. You had to purchase two more tables and a handful more chairs, but it didn’t bother you one bit. Even your dad and brothers chipped in, helping buy even more food when you explained you had more friends coming in.

Later in the afternoon, when your entire family has shown up, your nieces and nephews are running amok in the bouncy house that’s been situated on the side of your house where you can still keep an eye on them from your position in the front yard. The pit and food table are on the opposite side of the yard so the kids don’t have a chance of running into them, and your dad and Elena share a gliding bench situated next to the tables where everyone is sitting.

As the music plays, the kids screech, and the pit smokes, the sound of motorcycles fill the air. You perk up and Elena smiles knowingly at you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her before chuckling at your own reaction. Four motorcycles park in front of Elena’s house while a large SUV parks in her driveway. The four bikers dismount and wait near the SUV, and you smile as Jax greets his wife before helping Opie with the kids. Then when they all make their way towards your front gate, you get up to greet them.

Happy is the first one through and you grin at him. “You know the drill. Beer’s in the biggest cooler.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You and him bump elbows in greeting as he passes.

Juice is next, but he has no issue pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you pinch his side when his hug lingers, but he merely releases you just enough so he can stand next to you, hip to hip, while looking at those you’ve yet to greet.

Still tucked under Juice’s arm, you smile at Opie and Jax as they smirk knowingly at the two of you. You shake your head at them. “Hey guys. I’m glad you could make it.”

“Us too, YN.” Jax then glances at his side, smiling at the beautiful brunette at his side. “YN, this is my wife Tara. Tara, this is YN.”

“Hi,” Tara tells you, a toddler hitched on her hip. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Lies. All lies,” you blurt and she laughs.

Jax and Opie then introduce you to the kids, and you introduce their kids to your nieces and nephews. The kids of your family were a little nuts and you made sure to make it clear to them they were to tone down their energy levels so the new kids felt welcomed. Then once it seems that Opie’s kids and Jax’s oldest have become comfortable and rush to take off their shoes for the bouncy house, the adults get comfortable.

You lead them over to the coolers first, letting them grab a drink if they want before everyone takes a seat.

“You really weren’t kidding when you said a kid cooked,” Jax muses. “How old is he?”

You glance in the direction of your nephew standing at the pit, grinning. “Eighteen. He graduates later this year.”

“Nice.”

“YN! I need a hand.”

You sigh and take a gulp of your beer. “Sorry, boys. Duty calls.”

Juice watches as YN rushes off to speak with her nephew working the pit, sipping his beer and then laughing at something her sisters say. He gets pulled into a conversation with her siblings, so he’s not paying attention to his brothers or Tara who don’t bother smothering their awe at how more open and happier he seems in the family setting.

The music changes and a shriek pulls everyone’s attention towards the source. YN’s brother has caught her up in an impromptu dance, the two of them laughing before it’s broken up by one of the kids pushing their way between them. YN then picks up the kid, hitching them on her hip as she twirls them along to the music.

Juice’s eyes sparkle and Elena nudges her son. “Mijo, when is Juice going to say something? YN needs a man like him.”

Happy snorts. “Juice is workin’ on it, Ma.”

Breathless, you fall back into your chair and pick your beer right back up.

“Hey YN,” Tara calls out. “Is there a place I can change Thomas here?” She asks, bouncing her son in her lap.

“Yeah. Follow me.” You stand right back up, leading Tara into your house and into your bedroom. “Just use the bed. All the kids have been changed on the bed.”

“Thanks.”

As Tara changes her son, you take the time to use the bathroom. By the time you’re walking out, she’s closing up his diaper and pulling up his little shorts. “Do you mind watching him real quick while I use the bathroom?”

“Not at all.” You walk over to your bed, sitting near Thomas’ feet. “So long as I can give the kid back at the end of the day, I adore babies,” you say. Tara laughs on her way to the bathroom and you tickle Thomas’ tummy and thighs until you pull a toothy grin from him. “Look at those cheeks,” you coo. “So freakin’ adorable. You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, aren’t 'ya? Your mother and father are hot.”

You can hear Tara’s laughter from the bathroom, pulling faces at Thomas to make him giggle. You hear your floorboards creak and look up, a grin forming when you see it’s only Juice.

“You really have a soft spot for kids, huh?” He asks, leaning against the door jamb.

“Only if they’re not mine.” You glance back down at Thomas and lean down, fake biting his tummy while making a noise as if you’d taken a bite. He giggles some more and you laugh, pleased with yourself.

Juice continues to watch you playing with his brother’s kid. “So, after all this is done, do you have plans?”

“Nope. Why? What’d you have in mind?”

When you glance up at him, his smile nearly has you blushing. It was so not fair for him to be that good looking. “Thought I’d take you for that ride we were talkin’ about.” You can’t help it. You blush this time. “At least one of them.”

His smile widens as your blush burns. “Jesus Christ. Not in front of the baby.”

Juice laughs as you try to will your blush away. While the two of you had been texting, more often than not it led into a flirtatious territory that had Juice promising things that left your insides clenching in anticipation. And it seems he wasn’t as shy as you and you just knew he’d continue teasing you in the future.

“Okay,” Tara muses. “And that’s my cue to take my baby and go.”

The three of you chuckle and you bite the corner of your bottom lip when she winks at you. Then left alone with Juice, you stand up and nervously fidget under his stare.

“Nervous?”

“Maybe.”

Juice pushes off the door jamb and you gulp. “You shouldn’t be.”

“It’s the anticipation. It always-”

But your words are cut off as Juice swoops in, lips slanting over yours. His hands plant themselves on your hips as yours twist into the front of his shirt, and you groan when you feel his tongue sweep across your bottom lip. As the kiss deepens, his hands slide back over your ass before he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs and hoist you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he turns so your back is against the wall. You groan, pulling your mouth free so you can catch your breath and then swallow down a curse when his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You let him explore, licking and biting, until you grab his face between your hands and bring his mouth back to yours.

When the kiss slows, Juice pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours. He says something, but you’re still in a bit of a daze from making out with him.

“Hmm?” You hum.

“I said I’m really sorry.”

“For?”

“For this.” One of his hands leaves the back of your thigh and your brow furrows as he reaches behind him. His smile has you distracted so you don’t see anything in his hand until he’s popping something over your head.

You grimace at the feeling of a thick liquid dripping down your forehead and the sides of your face, and glance down when it lands on your chest. It’s paint. “In the house, Juan Carlos? Really?!”

He’s shaking with suppressed laughter as he wipes the paint from your forehead so it doesn’t fall into your eyes and then presses a brief kiss to your lips. “Your brothers dared me.”

You drop your legs from around his waist and narrow your eyes at him. “You better run.”

Juice makes a break for it and you rush to your closet, pulling out your newly purchased paintball gun. You bought it in case your brothers did something stupid and were more than prepared to shoot them, but since Juice did the dirty work he was just as guilty.

Marching through your house and out the front door, everyone glances at you.

“Oh fuck. You did it in the house!” One of your brothers exclaims. “You’re dead, man.”

“From what I hear, all three of you assholes are guilty.” Immediately you take aim at your brother, shooting his thigh. He yelps, your other brother laughs and then you manage to clip his bicep as well.

Everyone’s laughing, with the exception of Juice who’s staring at you with wide eyes. Glaring at him, you slowly toe off your shoes.

“Aw shit. Bro, you better run! She runs faster without her shoes on.”

Your glare suddenly softens and Juice seems to relax, even going as far as chuckling when you blow him a kiss. “Run.”

“Shit.”

You tear after Juice, aiming as best as you can and pulling the trigger as he runs from you down the street and around the corner.

Opie shakes his head as his brother disappears. “Is it always like this at these cookouts?”

Happy smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. “Last time YN and her brother got chased by a neighborhood dog. She scaled a tree and cut up her legs, and her brother got bit on the ass.”

“Am I the only one who noticed that Juice hoovered our baby sister’s neck?” One sister asks.

Everyone laughs and Tara sheepishly says, “I didn’t want to say anything, but before I came back out the tension in that bedroom was thick. I got Thomas and got out quickly. I’m not surprised he left her with a souvenir.”

Another sister muses, “Enough about Juice defiling our sister, who wants to bet one or both come back injured?”

Tara, Jax and Opie can only watch in amusement as Happy, his Ma and YN’s family start pulling out bills. Some say both will come back injured, some say they’ll be chased by the dog, one says they’ll come back covered in more hickies and one says only YN will be injured.

For a moment, everyone forgets about YN and Juice as they get dragged back into a conversation and check on the kids to make sure they haven’t beat each other up.

After chasing Juice and running out of ammunition, you limp back to your house. Everyone quiets as they realize it’s you, smirks blossoming all around.

“Did you get 'im?” Your dad asks.

“Aim’s still shit, but he will have a nice tramp stamp for the next few days.”

Your dad chuckles. “Good girl.”

“What happened?” Tara asks, gesturing to your ankle.

Blushing, you limp towards one of the chairs and fall into it. “I, uh, I might have sprained it?”

“How?”

“By laughing so hard that I didn’t see the small drop from the curb to the street?” You wince in embarrassment.

“Where’s Juice?” Jax asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. He got chased by Muffin which is why I was laughing so hard.”

“Who the hell is Muffin?”

“The neighborhood German Shepherd.” You smile. “He hates strangers, so I’ve been feeding him treats so he knows me. He wasn’t a fan of Juice.”

Tara gets up, handing her son off to Jax while she asks if you have any ziploc bags. You tell her you do and where they’re at in your kitchen, and you smile when she walks back out with a makeshift ice pack. “Here. Ice your ankle,” she tells you.

“Thank you.”

You pull another chair in front of you to prop your foot up, setting the ice pack on your ankle.

One of your brothers soon spots Juice jogging down the street. He’s sweaty and looks like there’s a bit of dirt and grass on the knees of his jeans. And when he makes it into your yard, he points a finger accusingly at you. “You sicced the dog on me!”

“You popped a paint balloon in my house!”

Everyone glances between the two of you, exploding with laughter a moment later. You and Juice finally crack a grin at each other and he makes his way towards you. When he sees your ankle, his eyes subtly widen. “What happened?”

“Karma,” you tell him. “I was too busy laughing at you that I stepped wrong off the curb.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” But Juice doesn’t care. All he knows is that you’re hurt and he’s partially to blame. You try to push him away, but he’s not having it as he lifts your foot, sits in the chair, and then places your foot on his lap. “You’re annoying.”

He looks up at you, slowly smirking. “You weren’t saying that when I had you against the wall.”

“We figured the two of you weren’t saying much given that hickey you left on the side of her neck.”

You and Juice both freeze at the sound of Happy’s voice- at the fact that every adult had fallen silent and heard his words too. You groan in embarrassment when you hear everyone start to laugh once more, but Juice is rather proud of himself when he realizes none of your family is against whatever this is between the two of you.

For the next half hour, the two of you endure teasing from your family and Juice’s friends- all the while Elena watches on in perfect contentment.

When the food is done and all the sides have been brought out- Happy and Juice won’t let you get up. Happy serves his Ma and Juice serves you, and then everyone’s settling down after making sure the kids have food and drink.

Jax bites into a pork rib and you can hear his groan from a few chairs away. “Holy shit, kid.”

“Told you.” Juice smirks proudly.

Opie devours one pork rib within seconds and you shake your head at him. “Breathe, Opie. There’s plenty of ribs to go around.”

Tara, Jax and Opie try everything they can, congratulating your nephew on being such a badass cook once they’re full and relaxing once more.

You’re not surprised that when you get up to go inside your house, Juice follows you. You flip off your siblings when they wolf-whistle, but laugh nonetheless. And then once in your room, you drop on your bed with Juice by your side.

“Are you still up for that ride later?”

“Hell yes,” you muse. “You promised a ride, I want a ride.”

He chuckles. “Mind if I stay over tonight?”

“Nope.” Your lips twitch. “But as much as everyone outside is rooting for us to seal the deal, I’m not having sex with you. At least not yet.”

“That’s fine by me, sweetheart.” He leans in, chastely kissing your lips. “You’re gonna be tired after we go for that ride anyway.”

“Mmm. We’ll see.” You kiss him in return, chuckling as he chases your lips. “Now let me go to the bathroom so we can get out of here. They’re gonna be suspicious when we head back outside.”

“Mhm.” He kisses you again, not being able to get enough, and you laugh as you shove him back.

“And while I’m in the bathroom, you get to clean up the paint from my floor.” Juice pouts, but you peck his lips one last time. “Happy cleaning, Juan Carlos.”

When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren’t expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life’s funny like that.

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Author’s Note: Sorry in advance for the Spanish translations. It was all done by google.
There is hardly any Juice/Reader in this first part, but it’s still tagged as such because I didn’t want to separate the story in the tags. Sorry.

At sixteen years old, the thought of college and going out of state sounded like everything a teenager your age could want. You looked at schools, as expected, and even found a few you were interested in. It was exciting and you couldn’t wait to start the application process and graduate from your high school.

But then the time came and went, and you’d never done a single thing. By the time you graduated, the thought of leaving home terrified you. The thought of leaving your parents was a no-go and you ended up staying home. You had a few paid under the table jobs, but nothing concrete. Then your mother was diagnosed with cancer and you spent years watching her battling it, going through chemotherapy and just constantly being sick. And when she could no longer fight it, you watched with your heart in your stomach as she took her last breath.

Watching your mother pass made you the most paranoid you’d ever been, and you took your father’s health seriously after that. So serious, in fact, that you enrolled into community college and took the proper classes to get into a nursing program.

The nursing gig was your first real job and you loved it. Not only did you get to take care of people at work, but if anything ever happened at home then you were more than prepared for it. But then your sister got divorced and decided to move back home, and the two bedroom house you lived in with your dad wasn’t big enough anymore. So since you were the one with a steady job, you decided to move out and let your sister take care of your dad.

Finding a house in the same town you grew up in was impossible, but you ended up finding one in Bakersfield. It wasn’t too far from your dad and the hospital in the town you were moving to was in need of nurses, so it was perfect for you.

On moving day, your two brothers and one brother-in-law packed all your belongings into a moving truck while you drove ahead of them in your Dodge Challenger. The two bedroom house you had found was perfect, but this was the first time you were going to be on your own and you were kind of nervous. Your brothers did all the heavy lifting and reassembling of your bed as your dad sat on your porch watching them, and you and your sisters carried the boxes of all the rest of your belongings.

The entire time you were back and forth, you noticed an elderly woman next door sitting on her porch, fanning herself while watching all the commotion taking place. You didn’t want her to think it was going to be a daily occurrence, the loudness your family was currently creating, so you offered her a friendly wave and vowed to introduce yourself on one of the upcoming days. And after having a couple of pizzas delivered and an impromptu dinner on your front lawn, your family planned a bar-b-cue at your own place in two weeks before taking their leave.

In the next couple of days, you spend it putting everything in its proper place and washing clothes. You were grateful that your brothers had friends who were getting rid of some furniture, so all you really had to purchase were your washer and dryer. One friend was getting rid of a living room set, another was getting rid of their dining room table, and another had a spare refrigerator that they got rid of for a very cheap price.

It was currently Friday and you started work on Monday, so you decided to do your grocery shopping now. Plus you wanted to finally greet your neighbor since you realized she lived on her own, but you needed something to take over. And what better way to introduce yourself than with some fresh pan dulce? Nearly every Mexican elder loved their sweet bread with coffee and you were hoping it was the same for this lady.

So the following morning, you wake up extra early to make the pan dulce from scratch. It’s a little time consuming, but nothing too terrible and around eight in the morning you find yourself packing up four sweet breads and heading next door. The elderly woman is already on her porch, a cup of coffee sitting next to her on a little table. You exit your gate and make your way towards hers, waving as you hesitantly push through her gate.

“Good morning!” You call out.

And to your great relief, she smiles. “¡Buenos días!” (Good morning!)

So she speaks Spanish, but understands English. Good to know. “Hola. Mi nombre es YN. I, um, I just moved in and thought I’d introduce myself,” you say while approaching. You hand over the tupperware container in your hands. “Te hice pan dulce.” (I made you some pan dulce.)

“Ah. Gracias. Mi nombre es Elena.” (Ah. Thank you. My name is Elena.) She opens the container and takes a whiff of the sweet bread, and your heart warms as she immediately breaks apart one of them to eat. She closes her eyes as she takes a bite, humming. “This.. this is really good, mija.”

You chuckle. “Thank you.” She takes another bite before taking a sip of her coffee and you smile at her. “I used to make it for my mom all the time, then my dad, but he’s a really bad diabetic so I hadn’t been able to make it recently. I’d hoped you liked it, so I woke up this morning to make you some as a friendly neighborly gesture.”

“Bueno, lo aprecio.” (Well, I appreciate it.)

You smile before hooking a thumb over your shoulder. “Well, I should get going. I have a bit more paperwork to fill out at the hospital before I start my job there Monday morning. If you want any more pan dulce, just let me know and I’ll make you a fresh batch.”

“Sí, lo haré. Gracias de nuevo.” (Yes, I will. Thank you again.)

You and Elena wave at one another, and you get on with the rest of your day.

During the first week of starting your new job, you find yourself falling into a routine of waking up, going to work, going home, eating, showering and bed. But Elena apparently took a great liking to you and started inviting you over as soon as you got out of work. She did it when she saw how exhausted you were one night, making you dinner since you had made her pan dulce. And when she found out you were on your own and working diligently as a nurse, she wanted you over at her house so she could have dinner waiting for you. You had told her it wasn’t necessary, you didn’t want her doing so much at her age since she was on her own as well, but she only compromised with you when you suggested ordering take-out and eating it with her so she could make sure you were eating.

Elena had told you about some of her life- how her husband had passed when her son was only eight. Her son was a troublemaker and was in and out of jail, but recently he’d been doing okay even if he was part of a motorcycle club. However, she couldn’t complain too much because she had a few health issues and the club helped her son take care of her.

You had smiled at her storytelling and then told her about yourself- how you came from a decently sized family that was close, but something had fractured when your mother passed. You took care of your dad, paranoid about his health which made you want to become a nurse, and then moved out of his house when your sister moved back in after a nasty divorce. And in talking about your family, you tell her they had planned a cook-out at your house the following week and you would like it if she would attend.

It took some convincing, but eventually Elena agreed to meet your family.

The day of the bar-b-cue, one of your brothers showed up early with a pit on wheels. You helped him situate it in your front yard before he helped you put up a canopy for a bit of shade. Your brother had a 152 quart cooler in the back of his truck, and the two of you went halfsies on ice and the different types of beer your family enjoyed. Another smaller ice cooler was used for sodas and water, and you waved him off as you set up a couple of tables and chairs.

A little after two, your dad and siblings started showing up. Only one brother didn’t show up, but you pushed aside the hurt it caused. The invitation was there for him to take and it wasn’t your fault he didn’t take it. But there were still more than enough people and your eldest nephew was excited to get the pit going.

Your younger nieces and nephews were set up in a small inflatable pool out of everyone’s way, and several tables with chairs were set up- tables to sit at and tables to hold the food once it was done. A large speaker was off to the side, an iPod plugged into it and playing music to keep all entertained. Your dad sat under the canopy and you made sure there were a few extra chairs in the shade so Elena could sit there too.

“Alright, I’ll be back. I’m gonna go get Elena. Please.. don’t be yourselves.”

Your siblings and sibling-in-laws all laugh, and you know full well it’s going to be chaos as soon as the beer starts flowing. You just hope Elena can deal with them.

Jogging over to her yard and up her porch steps, you knock on the wooden paneling surrounding her door. Elena, dressed casually, greets you with a smile. “Hola cariño.” (Hello, sweetheart.)

“Hola, Elena,” you say. “Ready to go?”

“Si.”

Elena walks out of her house and you offer her your arm so you can help her down the steps. She holds onto your arm as you lead her to your property and then you wave at your family, garnering their attention. “Everyone, this is my lovely neighbor Elena. Elena, esta es mi loca familia. (Elena, this is my crazy family.)

"Hola, Elena!” They all shout and you shake their head at them as Elena chuckles.

“Hola.”

You guide her to an empty chair and quickly introduce her to your dad, the two of them easily falling into a conversation with one another. “¿Te portarás bien aquí, Elena? I need to see what my nephew needs help with.” (You going to be good here, Elena?)

“Si, si. Go help.”

“Okay. If you need anything, have my dad yell for me. We also have drinks if you’d like one right now.”

“No, estoy bien.” (No, I’m fine.)

You smile before heading inside your house, seeing what your nephew needs help with. He’s seasoning the meat already and he asks for help carrying out the trays of food. You do as you’re asked, carrying out platters of meat and placing them where you’re told to place them. The kids are running around, somehow having gotten a hold of water balloons, and you yell at them to keep close to the pool so your dad or Elena don’t get caught in the crossfire. And speaking of Elena, you glance over at her and smile to see that she’s carrying on a conversation with your sisters and that your sisters have gotten her a bottle of water.

Over the speaker, a Spanish song comes on and your brother grabs your hand to start dancing with you. You laugh, obliging him for a bit before pushing him away. You’re lured to the inflatable pool and make a bit of a splash with the kids, chasing them around and having some quality time with your family.

Eventually you’ve had enough and you walk over to the cooler, grab a beer, and take a seat next to Elena. When she looks over at you, smiling, you ask, “Are you enjoying yourself? I’m sorry I abandoned you.”

“Don’t apologize.” She lightly swats at your hand. “I am enjoying this. I have missed family functions.”

“I’m glad,” you tell her. “And whenever we do this again, you’re more than welcome to come. Even if we have it at one of my other siblings’ houses, you and I will take a road trip together.”

“Si. I think I’d like that.”

The conversation between you and Elena drops, and you sit back to watch as she interacts with your family. Every now and then you get up to help your nephew with the food or get up to run around with the kids, and all in all it’s turning out to be a good day.

A little while later, you’re still sitting around when the sound of motorcycles gets closer and closer. You glance up and down the street looking for the source since the entire time you’ve been here you’ve never seen a motorcycle pass by. But then you spot them, two men sitting atop motorcycles as they creep up the street.

And then they park directly in front of Elena’s house.

You watch the men from your spot, taking note of their no nonsense expression. One man is completely bald, whereas the other has a mohawk shaved nearly down to his scalp and tribal tattoos on either side of the mohawk. As they walk around their bikes, ruffling through some bags, you catch sight of the back of their kuttes and the reapers on the back. Sons of Anarchy. The bald one wears a plain white tee under his kutte, arms sleeved out in tattoos, whereas the other one has on a plain black tee and a few tats here and there.

Elena grabs onto your hand, smiling as she points at the men. “Ese es mi hijo y su amigo.” (That’s my son and his friend.)

“Happy?” You wonder. You’ve heard a few stories and seen a few pictures, but the Happy you got to know through pictures had a head full of hair.

“Si. El guapo.” (Yes. The handsome one.)

You chuckle. “‘Lena, they both look handsome from here.” Her eyes immediately gain a sparkle and you narrow your eyes at her. “Don’t. Don’t tell either of them I said that.” She laughs along with you then and you ask, “Want me to bring them over?”

“¿Por favor?” (Please?)

Taking a sip of your beer, you push up to your feet and make your way towards the fence that separates your yard from Elena’s. You whistle sharply at them as they turn to make their way up the pathway leading to Elena’s porch and mentally flinch when both sets of dark eyes land on you. “Whichever one of you is Happy, your Ma’s over here. Food’s almost done, so if you guys wanna pull up a chair you’re more than welcome to.”

Both men glance at one another before the one with mohawk smirks and shrugs, and then both men are making their way towards your front gate. You meet them there and the one with the mohawk hasn’t lost his smirk. “Name’s Juice.”

“YN.” You grin at him before your gaze travels up towards the other guy. “Which means you’re Happy.” His gaze, which had been looking over your head, most likely at his Ma, slides down to you and he nods. “Alright then. Food will be done in about twenty more minutes. Beers are in the cooler. Help yourself.” As you turn your back on the two men and lead them towards Elena who’s patiently waiting, you roll your eyes at your family who can’t help but stare. “Chill. One’s Elena’s son and the other is his friend.”

The tension breaks and your family calls out a few welcomes before going back to what they previously were doing. Happy takes the chair you’d previously been sitting in and Juice takes the chair next to him. You ask them for their beer preferences before grabbing one for them when they realize they really are welcomed there, and then grab another for your dad who’s excusing himself from Elena’s side. You pass him his beer, then the other two to Happy and Juice, and then take a seat in your dad’s vacated seat.

As Happy and Elena have a hushed conversation, Juice glances around the chaos happening around him. You sip your beer, relaxing in your chair as you watch your family as well.

Moments later, your sister approaches. “Hey YN, can you set up the tables and chairs for the kids?”

“Nope.” You pop the 'p’, grinning. “Not my crotch goblins, not my responsibility.”

You hear a snort but don’t bother looking for the source. Your sister grins, shaking her head at you. “You’re a bitch.”

“You say that as if you hadn’t already known.” You take a sip of your beer, pointing the mouth of the bottle in another direction. “The parents aren’t doing anything. Have them do it.”

“Fine. Can you at least start bringing out the plates and utensils, and start setting up the table?”

“Sure.”

You head inside to grab paper plates and plastic utensils, taking them outside to the spare table that had been set up for this purpose. Your nephew and your brother start pulling the meat out of the pit, placing foil atop of it until they’re ready for everyone to eat. You also bring out all the sides- rice, beans, potato salad and macaroni salad. And on one of the back and forth trips, your brother pulls you into another impromptu dance that leaves you laughing and punching his arm so you can get away.

After your nephew’s cut up the pork ribs and the fajitas, he hollers for everyone to start eating.

You set your beer aside, smiling at Elena. “Querías pollo, ¿verdad?” (You wanted chicken, right?)

“Si.”

“¿Arroz? ¿Frijoles? ¿Ensalada de papas?” (Rice? Beans? Potato salad?)

“Un poco de todo.” (A little bit of all.)

“Okay.” You then glance at Happy and Juice. “Well? You boys coming or am I serving you too?”

Juice smirks. “Well, if you’re offering..”

Happy slaps him upside the head. “Shut Up, idiot. Come on.”

You make Elena her plate, biting back a smile when you hear Juice exclaim his hunger at the sight of all the meat your nephew had cooked. She asks for a soda and a water, and you happily get that for her while grabbing two more beers for Happy and Juice as they take their seat at the table. Once they’re settled, you go and make your own plate before taking your seat and eating.

The meal is loud and filled with laughter, and you’re glad Elena got to experience this. Happy is too if the look he keeps gracing his mother with when she laughs is anything to go by.

You’re not surprised at how easily Juice gets along with your family, laughing and joking with them as if he’d been doing it for years, but Happy is. He keeps a keen eye on everyone, shaking his head at his friend who feels a little too comfortable surrounded by new people.

Afterwards, the trash is gathered and then tossed as everyone sips on their drinks and lets their stomachs settle. As you get up to check on the kids who were lazily sitting in the inflatable pool, your brother catches you in a side hug before you can sit down again.

“What are you doing?” You ask, chuckling as he rocks you side to side.

“So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m looking at you scary motorcycle dudes,” your brother says, nodding at them and completely ignoring you, “this whole cookout was for our darling baby sister who finally got off her ass and moved out of dad’s house.” You roll your eyes, elbowing him, and he squeezes you tighter to his side. “We are so proud that you’re living on your own for the first time ever and now our fingers are crossed that you can get dick on the regular.”

“¡Hijo de puta!” (Motherfucker!) Your family and Juice all roar with laughter, Happy smirks and Elena is doing her best to look disappointed, but you can see the amusement in her expression. “Not in front of the guests, jerk!”

“I’m sorry. I had to,” he says. “But for real, we’re proud of you, kid.”

“I haven’t been a kid in a while, jerkface.”

“Uh huh. Whatever. You’re still the baby.” He tucks you under his arm once again. “And now that we’ve had our serious moment, it’s time for something a little more lighthearted.”

“Oh no. What do you have planned now? I told you to behave in front of Elena. This is not you behaving.”

Your brother slowly smirks and you have a terrible feeling about this. “At our get-togethers, there’s always some sort of fight. Our last one was that food fight at Easter, but we can’t exactly chuck bones at each other without taking an eye out.”

You tense. “What are you-” His free hand comes up and quickly slams something atop your head and you gasp, eyes closing and shoulders hunching when you realize it’s a water balloon. Only.. the liquid running down the side of your face isn’t as thinned out as water. It’s.. “Is this paint?” You grit out through clenched teeth.

Your brother shakes with suppressed laughter before he takes off and you’re right on his heel. Your sister-in-law is by the gate, a bucket of paint filled water balloons waiting for you as if she expected this. “Get him,” she says.

“Holy shit. She’s gonna murder him,” Juice mumbles as he watches the siblings disappear down the street.

“You get used to it.” One of YN’s sisters tells him. “I can guarantee you though that one, if not both, will come back injured.”

Everyone’s chuckling and glancing down the street where YN disappeared off to, and then Elena claps her hand as her laugh rings out a little louder. “I.. am so happy she moved in. I have a feeling I’m going to be entertained for years.”

“That you will, señorita.”

A handful of minutes later and you stumble back into your yard, hands empty as you bend over with your hands on your knees and panting heavily.

“Did you at least hit him?” You hear your dad ask.

“What.. do you think?” You pant, grimacing as a stitch in your side bothers you.

“Aim’s still shit?”

“Aim’s still shit,” you gasp out. Everyone chuckles as you do your best to regulate your breathing. “Ow. Fuck,” you grumble. “I’m too out of shape to be running down the street like that.”

“Why is there a scrape on your knee?”

“Huh?” You glance up at your sister who’d asked the question and then glance down at your leg. “Oh, uh, I ran out of balloons and then a German Shepherd chased us. I scaled a tree and dumbass kept running.”

“What did I tell you?” Your sister laughs. “Someone was gonna be injured.”

Feet slapping against pavement has you standing tall and whirling around, and you laugh at your brother as he nearly collapses in front of you. “You left me, you asshole.”

“Not my fault you can’t climb trees anymore.”

“I got nipped in the ass!”

“Better you than me.”

Your brother lunges for you and the two of you end up rolling around in the grass. Eventually he finds a ticklish spot and you call uncle before you can pee yourself.

The kids start getting fussy and your siblings slowly take their leave, but not before helping you clean up. When you see Happy helping his mother up, you head on over towards them. When she sees you approaching, she beams at you.

“Thank you for coming, Elena. I’m so sorry it ended up getting crazy there in the end.” You lean in, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you, mija. Esto fue lo más divertido que tuve en mucho tiempo.” (This was the most fun I had in a while.)

You smile at her once more before glancing at Happy and Juice. “Sorry for roping you guys in. I hope you at least had a decent time.”

Happy shrugs. “Free food and beer. It was fun. Thanks.” His stoic expression makes you crack a grin, but it’s Juice who has you full on smiling.

“Sweetheart, anytime you wanna invite me over, feel free to. Just have Hap’s Ma give me a call.”

“We’ll see.”

You walk the trio up to your gate, thanking them once more for putting up with your family. You watch until they’re walking up the steps to Elena’s porch and then turn around to finish cleaning up.

As it turned out, Elena absolutely adored your family. She loved how playful you and your siblings were, and how everyone- even you- were involved with the children. She loved how close you were, even if your other brother and his family decided not to show, and that your family took the time to have meals with each other every now and then.

You’ve become such a fixture at Elena’s house, and probably even the subject of many phone calls with her son, that you’re not surprised to find him pounding on your front door in a panic one night.

“Hey,” you frown, “what’s going on?”

“It’s Ma,” Happy says. “Something’s wrong.”

“Okay. Let me grab my bag.”

Having just gotten out of the shower, you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts. But in the few times you’ve met Happy, you’ve never seen him look so rattled, so you rush over to your hall closet and pull out the first aid bag you’ve put together for such emergencies.

Barefoot, you rush to meet Happy who has remained right outside your door. “What are her symptoms?” You ask while jogging towards Elena’s house.

“She’s, uh, she’s clammy. Kind of confused,” he tells you. “Says she feels tired and weak.”

You run over her symptoms in your head and it sounds more than a little familiar to you. “Is your Ma a diabetic?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Did she forget to eat today?”

“Don’t know. I got in maybe twenty minutes ago.” Happy pushes open the door to his Ma’s house and you enter right behind him.

Elena’s sitting on her sofa, a little paler than normal. You crouch in front of her, setting your bag down and opening it up. “Hey, Elena,” you start talking to her. “It’s YN.” She hums, eyes closed. “Do you know who I am?”

Her eyes open and she smiles faintly. “Si. Mi hermosa vecina.” (Yes. My beautiful neighbor.)

“That’s right. Happy tells me you’re not feeling well. He listed off some symptoms and it sounds familiar so I’m gonna go ahead and take your blood sugar right now.” As you’d been talking, you’d been setting up a blood sugar meter. “Did you eat today?”

“I forgot to eat lunch.”

“Ma..” Happy rumbles from somewhere above you and you bite back a smile.

“And dinner?”

“Solo sopa.” (Only soup.)

You tut at her as you use an alcohol pad to clean off one of her fingers. “That’s not good, 'Lena. You need to eat.” She hums again. “I’m gonna prick your finger now. Just a little pinch.”

You prick Elena’s finger, apologizing when she hisses, and then gather the blood droplet onto the test strip. As the little machine figures out Elena’s sugar level, you hold the alcohol pad to her finger to stop the bleeding.

When the machine beeps and her sugar level is displayed, you sigh and hold it up so Happy can see. “Sixty-seven?” He mumbles. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s on the verge of being bad,” you tell him. “Does she have orange juice in her fridge?”

“I’ll check.” You quickly start gathering the trash and you hear him call out, “She has some.”

“Good. Pour her a glass and then mix in a spoonful of sugar.”

Happy doesn’t respond so you get started on checking Elena’s blood pressure. Happy returns before you’re done and patiently waits to see what the verdict is of whatever you’re doing.

“Blood pressure is fine. It’s just her blood sugar.” He grunts and then passes you the glass of orange juice. You push everything aside and then take a seat next to Elena on her sofa. “Okay, Elena, I’m going to need you to wake up a little more. I need you to drink this.”

Elena doesn’t argue and you help her take a drink of the orange juice since her hands are a bit shaky. She takes one drink and then grimaces. “Está demasiado dulce.” (It’s too sweet.)

“That’s the whole point. We need your blood sugar to be higher.” You push the glass back towards her mouth and she takes a smaller sip before pushing it away. You sigh. “Elena, you either drink this right now or Happy calls an ambulance to take you to the hospital. All they’re going to do is do the same thing I’m doing, only they’re gonna charge you hundreds of dollars instead of doing it for free.”

“Ma, drink the damn juice.”

You bite your bottom lip when she starts swearing at her son in Spanish and then prompt her to drink some more. It takes a few minutes, but she eventually drinks it all.

“Give it a few minutes and I’ll check her sugar levels again. If her status doesn’t improve, then I suggest a trip to the ER.” Happy doesn’t say anything and you take the empty glass to the kitchen. There are a couple of dishes in the sink and you take your time washing those. Then when that’s done, you pour her another glass of orange juice with some sugar mixed in and head back out to check her blood sugar.

When you get the meter prepped again and warn her that you’re going to prick her finger, you place the drop of blood on the test strip. A few seconds later and it’s beeping with the results.

You let out a sigh of relief and show it to Happy. Ninety-three.

“She should start feeling a bit better soon.” Happy nods, his shoulders relaxing. Then smiling at Elena, you place the glass in her hands. “'Lena, you need to drink one more glass. I’m gonna be right outside and when I come back in, I want this glass to be empty. Okay?”

“Si. Bueno.” (Yes. Okay.)

As Elena takes the glass of juice and slowly sips it, you pack everything in your bag and set it aside before heading outside onto the porch. And once outside, you take a seat on the porch steps, hugging your knees to your chest and laying your forehead atop your knees.

You quietly groan, willing your heartbeat to slow and the churning of your stomach to go away. You knew Elena had health problems, but seeing her just as you had brought on a slew of memories of when your dad was in the same position Elena was in just now.

The screen door creaks open and you steel yourself for whatever Happy has to say. Something warm drops across your shoulders and you pick your head up, realizing it’s a jacket hoodie. You hadn’t realized you were trembling so you eagerly put your arms through the sleeves and wrap the jacket around you.

“How’d you know it was her sugar?”

“My dad’s a diabetic,” you tell him. “If he takes too much insulin, it drops his sugar and he- he gets like your Ma just was.”

“That what made you get into the nursing gig?”

“Yeah. After watching one parent die, it made me paranoid about the other.” You chuckle, turning so your back rests against the column of her porch. “And now I’ve become incredibly fond of your Ma, and seeing her like that brought back some memories. Scared me for a moment.”

His lips twitch and you huff a laugh. “I’m glad she has you for a neighbor.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

A moment of silence falls and then his next words make your eyes fly open. “Juice is gonna be pissed I practically saw your tits before him.”

“Jesus Christ, Happy!” He smirks. “Keep your voice down before your Ma hears. I mentioned one time that you and Juice were hot, and she was looking at a bridal magazine a week later.”

Happy snorts. “Kid’s been buggin’ me if you’ve had another cook out. He’s angling for an invite and a way into your panties.”

You groan. “Please don’t say panties. I hate that word.”

Happy chuckles, but it’s cut short when the screen door opens and Elena walks out. You quickly scramble up to your feet. “I’m okay. I’m okay,” she assures you and Happy. “I’m just going to grab a shower and go to bed, but I wanted to thank you.”

Elena grabs onto your hands, pulling you down so she can kiss both your cheeks. “It’s no problem. Are you feeling better then?”

“Much.”

“Good.”

Elena kisses her son’s cheeks and then she heads back inside her home. You follow her inside, grab your bag and then shed the jacket Happy hand lent you.

“Thanks,” you tell him as you hand his jacket back.

“Don’t mention it.” Just as you make your way to the door again, he asks, “If this happens again, is there any way I can get a hold of you?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He readily takes out his phone and you rattle off your number for him. He shoots you a quick text and tells you to reach out should something happen when he’s not there. “See you around, Hap.”

“See 'ya, nurse.”

Finally reunited with your sister, you tried to keep the reality of what you went through a secret. Of course, it was only a matter of time before you had to tell her.

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Author’s Note: Is it still called a crossover if you only mention other characters/agencies from another fandom?
Sons and Marvel AU.
Trigger warning for KGB grooming and all that.

One minute you’re fighting alongside your fellow Widows, intent on taking out ex-Widow Romanoff, and the next you are being blown backwards off your feet by a small explosive. Small red orbs dance in front of your face, disappearing into your mouth and nostrils as it clears away a haze that had been pulled over your mind long ago.

You sit up alongside your sisters, glancing around in confusion and fear as agents Romanoff and Belova explain that you’re free- that General Dreykov had controlled all of you, but that he no longer had that power over you. They tell you the base is going to explode and to evacuate immediately. Then after everything has settled, agents Belova and Vostokoff take you and the other Widows in, giving you a place to stay and time to collect yourselves before going off on your own or whatever it was you decided to do. You stayed for nearly a year, trying to piece together everything you knew about your past life and whether or not it was worth going back to.

It was.

At least going back for your sister it was when you did a little digging. She married a member of some motorcycle club whose members were a bunch of criminals, taking care of his two kids and slowly drowning in debt. So after trying to remember anything you could about Lyla and your parents, you packed up what little belongings you had and returned to the states for the first time since you were eight.

Lyla Winston no longer worked in the porn industry and instead chose to bartend at a bar that only served bikers and their friends. Teller-Morrow Automotive was a front for the Sons of Anarchy and whatever they chose to do that kept the money coming in, and connected to the automotive garage was the clubhousewhere all members hung out and partied.

Hesitantly walking into the parking lot, you’re aware of the gazes following you. You don’t want to step on any toes by just entering their building, so instead you head over to a grouping of picnic tables where a couple individuals are having a smoke break- one with a mohawk shaved close to his head and tattoos on either side of the strip of hair, and the other wearing a beanie despite the warm weather as he strokes his full beard. Opie Winston. Your apparent brother-in-law.

“Hi.” You’re anything but a shy, sheepish woman, but you have to put up a front. At least for now until you can explain your past. “Um, do you guys know if Lyla Winston is here? I was told I could find her here.”

The man in the beanie, Opie, tenses and you gulp, shoving your hands into the pockets of your shorts as you try to make yourself as small as possible under his stare. “She is. Who are you?”

“YN. I’m, uh, I’m her little sister.”

“Bullshit.”

You wince at his tone and your eyes widen as he stands up from the table. The man was tall. Lyla definitely had good taste. “I-I am! Promise. C-Can you just go get her? She might not believe you if you tell her who’s asking for her, so tell her I was the one who broke mom’s glass cabinet but that she took the blame so I wouldn’t get the belt.”

Opie continues to stare you down, but eventually he sees something in you that makes him believe you might be telling the truth. He looks down at his friend and gestures to the garage. “Go tell her. See what her reaction is.” His companion nods and hurriedly gets up, jogging towards the building. You exhale, shoulders sagging just a bit. “I’m gonna ask you again, who are you? And don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not. I’m YN. Lyla’s younger sister by only a year.”

He crosses thick arms over his chest as his eyes narrow. “Why hasn’t she mentioned you before?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe because-”

The sound of glass shattering makes you pause and you immediately glance at the clubhouse opening. Many of the garage workers have stopped working, everyone now staring at the blonde woman who’s now running out of the clubhouse. Opie moves to intercept her, but she slaps away his hands and stops just a couple feet in front of you, eyes wide with disbelief.

It’s Lyla. Definitely Lyla all grown up.

Your eyes water and your throat tightens, and she reaches for you cautiously as if you’re going to disappear on her, but holds herself back from making contact. “We used to have a dog when we were little,” she says. “What was its name?”

Your brow furrows as you try to recall memories from your childhood. “We didn’t have a dog. We had a cat and you.. you named it Fergus.”

Lyla sobs before closing the distance between the two of you, her arms around your neck as yours wrap around her waist. “We thought you were dead!” She cries. “How are you here right now? Mom and dad never called and..” She trails off, sobs wracking her body.

Your eyes sting with more tears before they spill over, and you smooth your hands up and down her back. You’re more than ready to answer her, but another masculine voice stops you. “Ope? What’s going on, brother?”

You glance at Opie, watching as he glances between you and the several members of his club standing nearby. “Your guess is as good as mine. Says she’s Lyla’s sister.”

“Didn’t know she had one.” Now the blue-eyed, blonde man is staring suspiciously at you.

“Neither did I.”

Lyla, having been keeping an ear out on her surroundings, releases you and whirls around while standing protectively in front of you. “She was kidnapped when I was nine. We didn’t- I thought she was-”

“Shit.” Opie curses as Lyla breaks down again.

As Opie pulls his wife into a hug, you stand just behind her and let your gaze dart over those closing in on you to quickly catalog who’s who. Jax Teller, Clay Morrow, Gemma Teller-Morrow, Happy Lowman, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager.. each and every one of these individuals are someone you’ve done research on before you ever stepped foot inside Charming, California.

Opie glances down at you, expression still neutral. “Come inside. Let’s talk.”

You gulp and nod, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your head down, intent on following after him and your sister. But Lyla pulls herself free from him and she wraps an arm around your shoulders to tuck you under her arm, leading you into the clubhouse herself. As she leads you towards a couple of sofas, someone shouts for everyone to clear the hell out and for a few guys to keep an eye on the garage.

Lyla sits you down on a sofa and sits as close as possible to you, Opie sitting on her other side and Jax sitting on yours. Across from you, Clay and Gemma take a seat as the others scramble for a seat themselves. Two other individuals join you- Opie’s father Piney and another individual known as Bobby as they quietly inquire what the hell is going on after seeing Lyla’s tear-stained face.

“Where have you been all this time?” Lyla finally asks.

Her question quiets everyone down and they all stare at you in anticipation. You exhale softly. “Believe it or not, I’ve been in Russia.” Her eyes widen and you immediately slip into the language that now spills effortlessly off your tongue. “It was hell, but I’m home now.”

Someone mumbles, “Holy shit,” and you crack a small grin in Juice’s direction.

“How’d you get away?”

“You know that Avenger that goes by the name Black Widow?” She nods. “She set us free last year.”

“Us?” Jax murmurs.

You glance at him and solemnly nod. “Human trafficking.” That was as close to the truth as you’d tell them for now. Someone inhales sharply and Lyla starts to sniffle all over again. “When I- when I was taken, I was just coming back from the restroom at the mall. One second I’m walking down a hallway, and the next everything has gone dark and I’m waking up in the back of a truck with numerous other crying and scared little girls.”

“Oh my god.” Lyla reaches for your hand and you flash her a tearful smile.

“They drove for hours and when we were finally let out, we were in some lot surrounded by cargo shipping containers. There was a man and he.. he walked up and down, picking and choosing the girls he wanted. The ones that didn’t get chosen were shot and killed right away.” There’s gruntled mumbling of disbelief and anger, but you press on. Squeezing Lyla’s hand, you keep your gaze on the coffee table in front of you as you blink away tears. “That’s.. that’s the only clear thing I can remember from before. My time in Russia.. it’s all fuzzy. Jumbled,” you say. “Like I know I was constantly busy, always doing something, but when I try to think exactly what it was I was doing.. it’s just- it’s static.”

“Maybe that’s for the best.” Your eyes dart up at the words to see Gemma’s dark eyes pinning you to your seat. Everything about her screams tough bitch, but the sympathy in her eyes lets you know she believes everything you’re saying.

“If that Avenger lass set you free last year, why are you only coming now? Why weren’t yer family notified?” Chibs wonders.

You shrug. “Whatever agent Romanoff was doing in Russia; I don’t think it was sanctioned by the government. I don’t think finding us was her objective, but she couldn’t leave us there, so she and a couple of friends set us up somewhere so we could heal before deciding what we wanted to do. Over the months, some stuff started coming back to me and I just- I felt dirty. Ashamed. And after a while, all I wanted was my sister. Not mom, not dad, but Ly.”

Lyla immediately hugs you. “I got you. You’re home now. It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m sure you’ve been through hell, girl, but I’m gonna need a DNA test to prove you are who you say you are.”

“Clay.” Jax tenses in his seat, but the gruff man shakes his head.

“We’ve been through too much- the club’s been through too much- to just let someone waltz in and play on Lyla’s past like this. If the DNA’s a match, I’ll apologize. If not..”

“I’ll do it.” You gulp as every stare falls on you once more. “I don’t know what you guys have been through, but if this will ease your minds about whatever suspicions you have about me, then I’ll do it.”

Everyone goes quiet and Clay stares at you a moment longer before nodding. “Okay.” Then looking at Jax, he says, “Make the appointment with your old lady. The sooner, the better.”

Jax gets up and heads over to the bar, pulling out his phone to make the call. Lyla tugs on your hand, garnering your attention and she flashes you a weak smile. “You don’t have to,” she murmurs. “I believe you.”

You lean forward, touching your forehead to hers. “This is your family now, Ly. It’s okay. I’m fine with whatever tests they want to run.”

Jax makes his way back over, breaking up the family moment. “Tara said her friend’s free right now. They can draw the blood and put a rush on it to see if there are any similarities.”

Clay nods and gestures to the clubhouse doors. “Go. Let us know the results.”

“Come on.” Lyla stands, tugging on your hand so you’re standing as well.

Opie passes Lyla a set of keys. “Take the truck. Jax and I will follow.”

“Okay.” He kisses your sister’s cheek before staring at you and offering a terse nod.

Lyla leads you out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot, pointing out the truck she’s going to drive. You climb into the passenger seat without a word, briefly glancing at Jax and Opie as they climb onto their motorcycles.

The drive to the hospital is quiet, your head leaning against the headrest while your arm sticks out the window as the wind rushes over it. Then all too soon, Lyla is pulling into the parking lot of a hospital and parking, Jax and Opie parking nearby. You and Lyla hop out of the truck, and when you meet her in front of the hood she’s quick to grab your hand and tangle your fingers together.

Jax and Opie lead the way into the hospital as Jax looks for Tara- who Lyla quickly explains is Jax’s wife- and then a brunette is politely introducing herself while leading you and Lyla to one of the back rooms. You hardly bat an eye as she and her friend explain the blood taking process, and readily lay your arm out so they can tap a vein.

A handful of minutes later and you’re sitting in the hospital cafeteria next to your sister with Jax and Opie sitting opposite you. You’re relaxed in your chair, staring straight ahead but not really seeing. You’ve zoned out.

“So since you’ve convinced Lyla and you’re not freakin’ out about having your blood taken,” Opie starts, “I’m gonna just assume you’ve been tellin’ the truth and really are Lyla’s little sister.” Your lips twitch at his gruff tone and you offer him a nod. “Then let me be the first to say welcome home.” He holds his hand out for you to shake and you do. “I’m Opie. Your brother-in-law.”

“Hi, Opie.”

“And I’m Jax. Opie’s best friend.” The blue-eyed blonde shakes your hand as well.

“I’m, uh, I’m YN,” you say. “I wish I could tell you more about me, but I don’t have much to go off of.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I’m sure you’ll be makin’ new memories pretty soon.”

The next hour passes agonizingly slow, but it’s never silent. Lyla shares what little stories from your childhood she remembers, about how she met Opie, and asks if you have any place to stay or where you’ll be staying. You inform her you have a motel room that suits you just fine and you kind of really want to stick with her for as long as you can. Jax and Opie are worried about whatever funds you have running out, but you assure them that Yelena and Melina set you up with funds that’s sure to last you for quite a while (they were really your funds you saved up over the years for targets you’d taken out for the Red Room, but they didn’t need to know that. At least not yet).

When Tara arrives at the table with an envelope in hand, everyone tenses. And she smiles- beams, really- while telling you what you already knew. You and Lyla were siblings, and the blood tests proved it. Lyla broke down into sobs again and you pulled her into a hug, chuckling but crying along with her. Opie and Jax stand, make their way around the table, and pull you into hugs of their own while welcoming you to the family. Even Tara hugs you, tears in her eyes before telling you all she has to go back to work.

The drive back to Teller-Morrow Automotive is a bit more lighthearted, but Lyla quickly schools her expression when she parks and gets out. She keeps her hands to herself as everyone starts to slowly come out from the clubhouse and your arms cross over your chest to hug yourself.

“Well?” Gemma drawls. “Are we kicking some ass or throwing a party?”

For a moment you and Lyla say nothing, and then she’s practically jumping up and down in celebration. “My sister’s back, bitches!”

Clay smiles and Gemma smirks, and the other men around you whoop and congratulate her. They introduce themselves to you this time- Juice, Bobby, Happy, Piney, and Chibs. Tig tries to flirt, but you laugh him off, and then Gemma’s pulling you into a side hug. Clay apologizes and you forgive him, and then you’re being ushered inside and asked what you like to eat because there’s going to be a huge party for you the following day.

Lyla ends up staying with you at the motel that night, but only after she agrees to Opie’s demands that a Prospect stand guard outside your room. She filled you in about her life after you’d gone missing and how she landed a job as a porn star. She had been hesitant to reveal that fact about her life, but you surprised her by being accepting of her chosen lifestyle.

You’d fallen asleep in the same bed in the early morning hours, only to be woken up by someone repeatedly kicking the mattress. You and Lyla immediately sat up, glaring at the intruders. Moments later, as your vision cleared, you watched as Opie and Jax snorted with laughter.

“Holy shit. If that DNA test hadn’t been taken yesterday, that twin death glare would’ve convinced me,” Jax had said.

You and Lyla groaned at the men, falling back onto the mattress and wanting nothing more than to grab a few more hours of sleep. Opie told you to do just that, but the two of you better be up and dressed for the night’s activities since Gemma had the sweetbutts cleaning the clubhouse from top to bottom since six that morning.

Later, after a late lunch, Lyla tells you to grab a change of clothes so you could get ready at her house. Opie introduces you to his kids and then Lyla drags you to the bedroom. You shower first and then her, and she tries to talk you into a different outfit when she sees what you chose- dark skinny jeans, a fitted short sleeve shirt under a loose cardigan and a pair of Doc Martens. You were comfortable in your own skin, but around so many new people you just wanted to dress comfortably with no intention of impressing anyone.

There are actual streamers and balloons and a welcome home banner when you get to the clubhouse, and you hardly bat an eye at all the scantily clad women that your sister refers to as sweetbutts who have high hopes of sleeping with anyone and everyone in a kutte. You’re hugged and kissed on the cheek by a few people, and then Jax is jumping on the bar and informing everyone exactly what the party is for while introducing you. There are several whoops of cheer and even more whistles of appreciation, and you sheepishly wave while trying to put Lyla in front of you.

Lyla leads you around the clubhouse so you can mingle and get to know more people, and then you’re grabbing a plate of pizza and a beer and taking a seat on the sofa. Eventually though she gets roped into being behind the bar, leaving you all alone. Opie checks on you every once and a while, he and Jax scaring away any member of SAMCRO who’d taken to sitting a little too close to you.

As the night wears on, Happy takes a seat on the opposite corner of the sofa you’re on to glare away anyone who bothers you. Every time someone gets close and then quickly backpedals after an introduction, you glance at Happy and offer him a brief smile before people watching once more.

Juice plops on the empty space between you and Happy, and he waggles his eyebrows at you. “You’ve been nursing that beer the entire night. Live a little.”

When he pulls forth a bottle of vodka that he’d been hiding by his side, you arch an eyebrow at him. “I’m not really a fan of the hard stuff.”

He scoffs. “What? All that time with the Russians and they didn’t teach you how to hold your liquor?”

Happy punches Juice’s thigh and you flash both men a grin. “Juice, I can drink your pretty ass under the table. I just choose not to.”

Juice beams and Happy rolls his eyes. “You’ve done it now.”

“Line them up, sweetheart. You just issued a challenge and I’m jumping on that.”

“Whatever. I’ll be back.” You get up and head over to the bar, asking Lyla for a tray of empty shot glasses. She raises an eyebrow at you, and you explain Juice has just challenged you to a drinking challenge. She laughs, gets you the shot glasses, and wishes you luck.

When you get back to Juice and Happy, you sit on your knees next to the coffee table and start lining up the shot glasses in two lines. Juice laughs and uncaps the vodka, filling each shot glass. Then once they’re all filled, he grabs the first one in his line as you do the same.

“Cheers.”

You and Juice clink shot glasses, and you down the first shot. One by one, you and Juice down them, gathering a small crowd who start laughing when Juice cringes at one particular shot and you’re still throwing them back without a grimace.

On the last shot, Juice hesitates, already looking a little green around the gills. He shoots back the shot, but more than half dribbles out of his mouth and you shoot yours back without any issue. The men and women surrounding you whoop and cheer, and you reclaim your seat on the sofa when Jax assures the sweetbutts will handle the shot glasses so you don’t have to clean up. Juice burps and gags, but keeps down his liquor. He sways in his seat and before anyone can do anything, he drops sideways so that his head is in your lap.

Laughing, you wave off Chibs as he goes to move his brother. “He’s fine. Let him sleep it off for a bit. I don’t think I can leave before the party’s over anyway.”

Chibs looks a little surprised, leaving Juice on your lap, but not taking his leave before snapping a quick picture of his passed out brother while you’re still sitting pretty as a flower.

It’s been a little over two months that you’ve been back in the states, and you’ve recently come back to Charming after visiting your parents. You fed them the same story you did your sister, and they accepted your words without question. They didn’t like that you were living under the radar, so after a quick call to Yelena who in turn called her sister Natasha, you were mailed your identification cards and every other important document you needed to get by without being questioned by any authorities.

You are the complete opposite of your sister Lyla, but the Sons of Anarchy and their Old Ladies have become quite fond of you. In fact, they’ve also become a bit protective as well. But it isn’t until the little town of Charming throws a fundraiser for every organization within the town that the club starts to realize there may be more to you than meets the eye.

Every organization had a booth lining the street of downtown Charming, selling food and giving away goodie bags to those who bought food from them or donated to their cause. And apparently there was a perk for whichever organization raised the most cash, so Gemma was determined to finally beat the fire department. She didn’t look too happy by the time you and Lyla dropped by, and she admitted the damn fire department had more visitors than the club’s booth. And on a whim, you asked her how much money they usually made at these things.

Once Gemma absentmindedly tells you that each booth usually makes anywhere from $200 to $800, Lyla and Jax are the only ones to raise an eyebrow as you smile and take off the small backpack you had donned for the day. Reaching in, you pull out a checkbook and write a check for $5000. You hand it over and take a cup of chili in return, and wink at Gemma when she finally reads how much you’d just donated.

Gemma blinks in shock and awe. “What? Baby..”

“I’m good for it. Trust me.”

Jax takes the check from his mom, his own eyes widening a second later. “What the fuck?”

You laugh and eat some chili, shrugging. “Just think of it as a thank you for all that you guys have done for me.”

Lyla can only smile as Jax whoops and cheers, rushing around the table to pull you into a hug and swing you around. After all, she and Opie were no stranger to taking some of your money so you could help them with some of their debt. It was a struggle for them to accept it, but when they realized you had more than enough cash stashed away, they thanked you profusely.

Little by little, your guard falls around the club. Not enough to let them know what you’d truly been through, but enough to stop blushing and even flirt back a little to give the men a taste of their own medicine. The first time you’d done it, Tig choked on his beer and Piney laughed so hard that Opie had to up his oxygen.

Lyla managed to convince Gemma to hire you on as a bartender at the clubhouse, but they made it clear that you were to step outside if they ever mentioned club business. You had absolutely no issue with it and immediately dropped whatever you were doing when Clay or Jax gave you a single look. So of course, after you’ve settled down and finally started to live like a civilian, it all comes crashing down.

The core members of SAMCRO are hanging around the clubhouse with Gemma, Tara, Lyla and yourself with them. Everyone’s just killing time after a long day in the garage and the atmosphere is the most comfortable you’ve ever felt since you’ve been here.

You’re on the way back from grabbing a few beers for the guys when a suit walks into the clubhouse, two duffel bags hanging off his shoulders. You see him first and slow to a stop, and then tense when you realize who he is. You know him. You’ve worked for him. And now here he was looking smug as can be.

“Hey, man,” Jax calls out. “We’re closed for the night.”

Suit smiles at Jax and shakes his head. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.” He points at you and everyone tenses. “Hello, YN.”

Your expression goes cold as you slowly set the bottles in your hand on the nearest table, keeping the suit in your eye sight the entire time. “You’re not welcome here. Leave.”

“Aw. Is that any way to speak to an old friend?” Immediately, everyone’s standing and coming to crowd on either side of you. Suit scoffs at their reaction. “Cute.” Then he meets your gaze head on. “I got a job for you.”

Immediately you shake your head. “No. Yelena and Melina got me out of that life. I’ve gone straight.”

“YN?” The hurt in your sister’s voice is enough to make your expression crack and you glance at her, expression showing just how fucking sorry you currently are. “What’s going on?”

“Later, Ly. Please.”

Her eyes widen when she hears your voice crack, but then the sound of a bag being tossed on the ground makes you look forward once more. You glance at the duffel bag on the floor and then back at the suit. He smirks. “Is two hundred and fifty thousand enough to make you stray?”

The men and women surrounding you go eerily quiet, so quiet that you hear a mumbled, “Fuck,” somewhere to your right. Your jaw clenches as tears sting your eyes and when you glance to your left, you find every Son staring at you in surprise.

“Check it.” Clay’s deep voice is enough to make you cringe and you helplessly watch as Tig scurries forward, unzipping the bag.

“Holy shit,” Tig murmurs. He looks up at you and then at Clay, eyebrows raising. “Looks legit.”

Your head hangs as you sigh, but then you quickly pull yourself together. Standing tall, head held high, you ask, “Who’s the target?”

“One of your favorites which is why I sought you out for it,” Suit says. “Specializes in human trafficking. Specifically children.”

“Oh hell no,” Gemma mutters.

“I don’t have a uniform. I got rid of everything.” The second duffel bag is tossed at your feet and you mentally roll your eyes. Of course. “You were so sure, weren’t you?” You ask as you scoop up the duffel bag and place the strap on your shoulder.

“What can I say? I know the targets that’ll bring you back into the fold no matter what. Once a Widow, always a Widow.”

You flinch and then step towards Tig, zipping the bag up and taking it with you. Looking at Clay, you say, “I’ll explain everything when I get back. I promise.” The man in charge looks you up and down, and you’re just grateful he’s not raging at you for keeping secrets. He nods and then you glance at Opie. “Can I use your dorm to change?”

“Yeah. Come on.”

Without meeting anyone else’s gaze, you follow after Opie and grab Lyla’s hand on the way. Opie leads you to the dorms, using his key to open up his own personal dorm. Once inside, you toss the duffel bag full of cash onto his bed and walk into the bathroom without a word with the other bag still hanging from your shoulder.

Setting the bag on the sink, you unzip it and sigh. It’s your suit- shoes, holsters, and weapons included. Then with another sigh, you strip and get redressed in the appropriate clothing. The black skintight, reinforced body suit still fits like a glove. You slip into your shoes before grabbing your belt and clipping it on. The thigh holsters clip onto your belt to make sure they don’t slip off and then you holster your glocks into each one. There’s another holster that you slip your arms into, clipping it together along your collarbones, while a triangular pack sits between your shoulder blades. You slip two electric batons into the pack so their handles sit just above your shoulders, and then you wrap two bracelets with widow bites around your wrists.

You quickly tie your hair up into a ponytail and once you’re finished, you toss the empty bag under the sink. Steeling yourself, you clear your mind and then step back out into Opie’s room.

Lyla and Opie’s eyes widen when they see you.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, kid?”

You gulp. “When I told you everything that happened to me? That was the watered down version,” you quietly tell them. “The full version is.. it’s worse. Way worse. But I can’t explain right now. I have a job to carry out.”

Lyla steps forward, eyes filling with tears. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do.” You allow your expression to fall for a brief moment before schooling it once more. “Keep the money hidden until I get back, yeah? And if you guys are willing to hear me out, I’ll explain everything then.”

Opie stares you down. “What you said about the human trafficking, that was real, right? It wasn’t just something to get us to trust you?”

“All real,” you say. “I just didn’t mention what the human trafficking was for. Or that I remembered every goddamn detail of it.”

He looks at you and then tersely nods. “Okay. I can’t speak for the rest of the guys, but I’ll hear you out.”

“Thank you.”

Opie then cracks a grin. “The guys are gonna flip when they see you in this get-up. Especially Juice. I think our little Puerto Rican has a crush on you.”

“Yeah? Well I doubt it’ll go anywhere now when he realizes just how much blood I have on my hands. Now let’s go. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can get back.”

Opie turns to open the door, but Lyla steps up to you, grabbing your hands and squeezing them in comfort. “For what it’s worth, I’ll love you no matter what. You’re my little sister, YN, and no matter what you have to tell us I’ll still be there for you.”

“Thanks, Ly.” She smiles as she rests her forehead against yours, and then looks up to kiss your forehead.

Opie and Lyla walk out ahead of you, and you take a moment to slip back into the person you were raised to be. With confidence oozing out of your every pore, you walk back out into the front of the clubhouse.

Juice is the first to spot you and as predicted, he’s stunned. His jaw drops open, his eyes widen, and one by one the Sons look to see what’s got him speechless.

“Holy shit,” Jax’s own eyes widen. “YN?”

“I think I got myself a new fetish,” Tig says.

Letting a smirk slide across your lips, you saunter forward until you’re standing next to the suit. Feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind your back, you nod at those you’ve slowly come to see as family. “Thank you for taking me in. When I get back, we’ll have a much needed discussion.”

“Damn right we will,” Clay says.

You nod at him and then glance at Gemma, Clay’s very own wife, and are relieved to see the amusement in eyes. Her gaze darts between you, Juice and Happy, and you’re surprised to see the heat both men are staring at you with. You’ve caught Juice stare at you that way a few times, but not so obvious like he is now and Happy.. well that’s new.

“I’ll see you all soon.”

Suit touches your elbow and you loosen your stance before turning on your heel, marching after your temporary boss.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve been back to the clubhouse, but to be fair you were buying a house and getting your shit in order. It wasn’t too close to Teller-Morrow Automotive in case the club took issue with your past and didn’t want you around, but you weren’t going to let their distrust of you drive a wedge between you and Lyla. You had just reconnected with your sister and you’ll be damned if you’re forced to leave her yet again.

So you found a house, purchased it, decorated it, and briefly settled in before deciding to head back over to the clubhouse.

Dressed comfortably, you grab a duffel bag you had thrown into your closet and slide into your brand-new black Chevrolet Camaro to drive towards Teller-Morrow. The sun has gone down by the time you get there, but it seems like they’ve got a party going on. And not wanting to do this in front of everybody, you head back over to your own house and text your sister. You tell her you’re ready to explain your story and those who wish to hear are more than welcome to come over. You text her the address to your home before making yourself a cup of tea and sitting outside on your porch to wait.

Twenty minutes later and the roaring of motorcycle engines pierce the still night air. The house and property you had chosen was well away from any dwelling, but it was the kind of isolation you approved of. Numerous headlights dot the dirt road leading up to your house, followed by the headlights of a large SUV.

Clay and Jax lead the way, followed by Opie, Tig, Bobby, Chibs, Juice and Happy. When the SUV parks, you smile as Lyla readily hops out and eagerly jogs up to meet you on the porch. Gemma’s not that far behind either.

Lyla immediately pulls you into a hug, exhaling in relief, but it’s Gemma who says, “Hey, baby, job go well?”

You grin at her over Lyla’s shoulder. “So well I took another. Head on in.” You gesture to the front door. “Let’s take a seat in the living room.”

Gemma heads in without having to be told twice and you pull out of Lyla’s embrace to tug her along. Opie flashes you a grin, ruffling your hair, and you swat at him then at Jax as he tries to do the same. You push Lyla inside and then Clay, Chibs, and Bobby give you a nod as they walk in behind your sister.

“Aw. No suit?” Tig frowns.

“Stop sexualizing my suit. It’s weird.”

“It’s hot.”

“I murder people in that suit.”

“Even hotter.”

You snort, chuckling as Happy shoves Tig into your house. “Thanks, Happy.”

He shrugs. “He’s not wrong.”

“Jesus Christ.” Happy flashes a faint grin before heading inside and then Juice stops right in front of you. You grin at him. “If you tell me my suit does it for you too, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Fine. I won’t say a thing.”

“Good.”

“But-”

“Nope. Inside.” You shove at Juice, smiling at his laugh as you continue to push him inside your house. Everyone’s grabbed a seat in your living room and you walk up, setting your empty cup on a side table. Exhaling, you tuck your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “Alright, so first thing first, the whole ordeal I told you about human trafficking, that was real. I just didn’t give the details of what the human trafficking ring was for.”

“What exactly was it for?” Jax wonders.

“The KGB had a program to train little girls in combat and espionage. It’s not hard to mentally break a child, put her on a strict diet and start her on lessons.” You shrug, desensitized to what you’ve been through. “As soon as I got there, we were put on strict diets and had a workout routine. Then we had etiquette lessons and ballet lessons, and then they moved on to combat. It was basically a fight ring for little girls and those who didn’t make it, they died.”

Lyla gasps, hand flying to her mouth.

“Once we were trained nice and good in combat, weapons training started. We had to kill our first victim by thirteen. If we didn’t, we would be mentally broken all over again before being told to try again.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bobby shakes his head in disbelief.

You sigh. “At sixteen, the seduction lessons start. And then at graduation, you’re sterilized. After all, the KGB couldn’t have their little assassins getting knocked up and becoming distracted.”

Everyone’s stunned quiet.

“How do we know you’re not lying?” Clay asks.

Your right hand wraps around a USB drive in your back pocket before you pull it out and toss it at Juice who catches it with ease. “That’s every file they had on me from the early days when they took me up until after graduation. There’s a laptop under the TV already plugged in. Watch it if you have any doubts.”

Juice looks at Clay and the elder man gives him the go ahead. Juice scrambles out of his seat, heading towards your TV and the laptop residing on the shelf underneath it. You walk over behind the seat your sister is sitting on, standing behind her and crossing your arms over your chest as you mentally prepare yourself for what everyone’s about to see.

Juice sits beneath your TV with the laptop in his lap, everything on the laptop being showcased on TV for all to see. He’s mumbling to himself as he clicks through the files, searching for the videos that’ll backup your story. He finds them and immediately plays the first one.

The first video is shaky and a bit grainy, and it shows exactly what you first told them. The person handling the camera walks up to the back of what appears to be an 18-wheeler and the moment the door is pushed up, the terrified screams and cries of little girls pierce through the speakers. Your eye twitches, but you continue to watch as they pull every single of you out- faces tear stained and little bodies trembling. One by one, girls are either chosen or waved off, and then the video cuts out as soon as gunshots ring out.

The next video shows a small group of girls huddled together wearing nothing by white tank tops and underwear. Lyla gasps when the camera passes over you and you reach forward to grab onto her shoulder to remind her you’re home. On the screen, the girls are being measured and weighed, and then told what each girl can or cannot eat.

You’re fine watching the process of everything you’ve been through, but the moment they get to when the combat training starts, your facade cracks. The first fight you’d been in leaves you bloodied and crying, and thrown into an isolation room where you scream and cry some more for your mom, dad, and sister. At ten years old, they threaten that if you don’t start giving it your all then they’re going to kill you and go after your sister. That makes Lyla and Opie tense, and you end up having to quietly assure them all those people are dead. There is no more threat.

With the threat of them taking your sister hanging over your head, you become better. You lose a couple more fights, but the fights that truly count are the ones you win and graduate to the next level with. Weapons training was a breeze since you actually paid attention to that, assembling and disassembling coming very easy to you. But the moment you have a gun in hand, aiming it at a person tied to a chair with a sack over his head, you hesitate. The trainers see it and you’re tossed into another isolation room. When the video cuts to silent footage of you sitting in the corner with your hands pressed to your ears and screaming your lungs out, you wince.

“What did they make you listen to?” Gemma asks.

“They’d replicated my parent’s and Lyla’s voices,” you admit. “I had to listen to them telling me to do what I was told and then Lyla screaming as if she was being murdered.”

“How did you know it wasn’t real?” Opie asks, voice rough.

“Because when they finally pulled me out, they told me that the next time it wouldn’t be a fake recording.”

The next video footage is of you in the shooting range again, expression blank and aim true. You pull the trigger three times before effortlessly switching hands, shooting another three times. This time when there’s a bound man sitting in front of you, you don’t bat an eye before pulling the trigger.

There’s more combat training, more brutal than before, and ballet lessons that completely confuse everyone. They watch as you go from a terrified eight year old girl to a disciplined, lethal eighteen year old. There’s an entire graduation ceremony where those who survived the lessons are in black catsuits while scientists, doctors, and generals applaud all around you. And then it ends with you in a hospital gown, laying on a surgical gurney while being pushed into a surgical room.

When the videos end, no one utters a word.

“I.. have so much blood on my hands,” you say. “I didn’t want you to know who I was and then prevent me from being with my sister.”

“We all have blood on our hands, kid,” Clay says.

“Not like me.”

“No, not like you,” he agrees. You hold Clay’s stare as he figures out what his next step is. Eventually, he sighs after glancing between you and Lyla. “Do you plan to continue this line of business?”

“I hadn’t,” you admit. “But money is money and after purchasing this land and this house, I’m gonna need some form of income.”

“Is there any way this will blow back on your sister or the club?”

“Nah. When I take a mission, I wear someone else’s face. Mine is never on display unless it’s pure recon.”

“Wear someone else’s face?” Juice wonders.

“Photostatic veil. I got all kinds of cool gadgets.” Juice’s eyes light up and you grin. You have a feeling he’s going to love the basement of your house where all the weapons and gadgets and computers reside. “I’ll show you sometime.”

“No matter what I say, you ain’t leavin’, are ‘ya?” Clay asks.

You shrug. “If you really don’t want me around, I’ll steer clear of the club, but I’m not leaving Lyla.”

“I figured.” You smile as he huffs. “As long as you don’t endanger my club, I don’t give a shit what you do.”

“Aw. You’re sweet.” Clay rolls his eyes as everyone chuckles. The tension in the room ebbs away and you walk over to the hall closet. “And as thanks for looking out for my sister and being so cool when I first got here,” from the closet, you pull out a duffel bag and rejoin everyone before tossing the bag onto the coffee table, “that’s for you. Well for the club, but yeah.”

“Is that- is that what I think it is?” Tig asks, eyes sparkling as he stares at the bag.

“Why don’t you open it and find out.”

Tig scrambles out of his seat and quickly unzips the duffel bag. He barks out a laugh, pulling out stack after stack of cash.

“YN?” Lyla turns in her seat, staring up at you in awe and you shrug at her.

“I took a second job while I was away. Wasn’t a big fish, but he still had a decent penny attached to his name.”

“Holy shit.” Juice is next to Tig, pulling out stacks of money too. “How much is in here?”

“A hundred and fifty grand.” Chibs swears as he’s tossed a stack and you chuckle. “Divide it up, pay off debt, or do whatever. Every other job will be a generous donation to my new favorite MC so long as my identity stays between us. It won’t do any good if everyone knows I’m a Black Widow.”

“I feel like a sugar baby. Is this what being a sugar baby feels like?” Juice asks.

Jax snorts as he stands up, heading for you. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your temple. “Thanks, darling. You have no idea how much this money is going to help us out.”

“Yeah, well..”

“I got a question,” Gemma says. She waits until she has your attention, until Jax slings an arm around your shoulders and faces his mom too, and then continues on. “Have you ever met that Captain America fella?”

Everyone seems to exhale in relief and you laugh. “Actually, yeah. I had to get Natasha to set me up with my legal documents and he flew out with her to deliver them.”

“And?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“And..” You shrug. “And nothing.”

“Oh bullshit. He as good looking as he looks on TV?”

Your nose wrinkles as you shrug again. “He’s okay. Not really my type.”

Lyla scoffs. “Please. Captain America is everyone’s type.”

“Hey.” Everyone chuckles at Opie’s pout.

“Nah. He’s too.. clean cut. If I had to choose someone, I’d choose his best friend Sergeant Barnes.”

“The Winter fuckin’ Soldier!” Juice exclaims. “Seriously?!”

“Oh hell yeah.” You grin. “That broody, long haired, metal armed man..” You trail off, humming in delight as Lyla and Gemma bark out a laugh at the glint you get in your eye. “That man looks like he can fuck.”

“That man looks like he’ll murder you!”

“If I got out during sex with that metal hand wrapped around my throat, I’d die a happy woman.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tig swears. The poor man looks a little too turned on as he stares at you, but surprisingly he doesn’t hit on you. “Are you sure you’re Lyla’s baby sister?”

“We got the DNA test to prove it.”

Mostly everyone is still chuckling as Jax tights his arm around you. “Well I know one thing for sure, life just got a whole lot more interesting in Charming with its very own Black Widow now residing here.”

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Unfortunately, the humans you’ve made friends with are dragged into the mess.

PART ONE|PART TWO | PART THREE

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Author’s Note: Third and FINAL update to this little series. 
You guys get an early update because today starts my town’s local festival, and our cell service and wifi signal is about to be hit and miss starting tomorrow when everyone flocks to our town. 

Your first year in Charming was spent putting down roots and getting to know the men of the infamous Sons of Anarchy. A majority of them were hesitant to let you in since you weren’t an Old Lady or a croweater/sweetbutt, but since you had some of the most important members of their club in your corner, the men quickly learned to show you some respect. The sweetbutts had no idea about you or the supernatural world since it was top secret knowledge within the club, so it was a fun night for all when one overstepped the line with you, and you easily put her in her place.

Juice had found you the perfect piece of land away from any other dwelling, and you had bought it and put plans to have a house built on it as soon as you could into motion. The club thought that the five bedroom, three and a half bath house you had plans for was a little excessive for just you, but after explaining that it was a pack house, they understood. And when you weren’t dealing with the construction crew, you were jogging all around Charming to make sure your scent would saturate anything and everything you touched.

SAMCRO was filled with many members that you met with nearly on a daily basis, but you only ever found yourself drawn to a handful of them. Gemma, Jax, Juice, Chibs and Opie were the main ones you found yourself scenting as pack, and eventually Clay and Happy wormed their way under your wolf’s paw.

Over the months, the club got to meet many other wolves and supernatural creatures who were just passing through or congratulating another respectable Hale becoming an alpha. Fortunately, none ever challenged your authority which meant a majority of the club never got to see you in action. Then when your house was finally finished, you asked Gemma to help you decorate and furnish it. She was more than up to the task, loving every second of it and gloating in front of Jax and Opie that the house was just amazing. The men did their damnedest to get a glimpse of the house, but you refused them, even Juice who tried to wheedle his way in by suggesting he install a security system all around your property. He had a good idea, but it wasn’t something that needed to be installed just yet.

It’s been a week that you’ve now been sleeping in your own house and a week since Gemma told you she was throwing a housewarming party. She only invited club members, but club members that you usually found yourself speaking with, and you invited Derek and the betas.

Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd were the firsts to show up the day of the housewarming party- your brother prepping the grill outside for the steaks to be added as soon as everyone showed up. Gemma showed up next and you weren’t surprised she and Erica got along swimmingly. The three of you then ended up prepping and wrapping potatoes to be tossed onto the grill, and shucking some corn to be added as well.

As you follow Gemma and Erica outside to leave the corn and potatoes on a table, you find Isaac and Boyd settling two kegs into buckets of ice. “Jesus,” you mutter. “We’re not throwing a kegger, boys.”

Boyd flashes you a smile. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

Your nose wrinkles. “Ugh. Graduation night, right? When Stiles spiked the punch?”

“You were so wasted.” Isaac chuckles. “Isn’t that the night Derek caught you in the bathroom with Brett?”

Your eyes widen as Derek growls. “Thanks for bringing that up, Lahey.”

“Wait a minute.” Gemma glances between all of you. “I thought you couldn’t get drunk?”

“You know how wolfsbane is lethal to us?” She nods. “Well mixed just right with some other herbs and then dropped into whatever we’re drinking, we’re totally fucked,” you say.

She slowly smirks. “I need to get my hands on these herbs.”

Everyone laughs and then the sounds of roaring engines meet your ears. You perk up and Erica smirks knowingly at you. “Your boy’s here.”

“He’s not my boy!”

Her eyes roll. “I don’t get why you don’t just bang him. The two of you are no strangers to casual sex.”

“Can we not talk about my baby sister banging Jax? Thanks.”

You mentally facepalm as Gemma’s eyes widen. “I knew it.”

“Knew what? There’s nothing going on,” you say while trying to also walk away.

“But you want there to be?”

You open your mouth to retort, but snap it shut and shrug. There was no use lying to Gemma. “I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to something happening, but I’m not gonna pursue it either. While casual sex between pack members is not unusual, your son is the Prez of SAMCRO who has every croweater throwing their panties at him. Us wolves are territorial in case you haven’t noticed. It wouldn’t work out ”

Gemma just cocks an eyebrow at you and you shrug once more before turning around and jogging ‘round the side of your house. Jax, Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy are all standing before your house, staring up at it in awe.

“You think the outside looks good, then you should see the inside.”

Jax is the first to look at you and a lazy smile blossoms across his face. He saunters over to you, gaze darting between you and the house before he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “The house looks dope. We finally gonna get that tour?”

“Yes.” You laugh.

Clay and Chibs greet you with a kiss to the cheek as well, but it’s Chibs who mentions, “The housewarming gifts are all back at the club. Couldn’t exactly fit them on the bike, darling.”

“That’s alright,” you assure him.

Opie and Juice get hugs, and you stare at Happy long enough to gauge where his social meter is at today. You consider him pack, but he’s one individual that isn’t one for touch unless it’s a croweater he’s having his way with. But for you, you’ve noticed, he’ll allow touching to keep your werewolf tendencies at bay. So when you see him crack the faintest of grins, you move in and grab onto his forearm in greeting.

“Hey, Hap. Good day?”

The bald headed, heavily tattooed man shrugs. “Can’t complain.”

“Good.” Then glancing back at everyone else again, you gesture to the front door. “Well go on. Everyone’s out back already and the betas somehow produced kegs from thin air. Derek’s put the corn and potatoes on the grill, and he’s about to put the steaks on too.”

“Oh hell yes,” Juice exclaims, rubbing his stomach.

You shake your head and follow the men up the porch steps. They nose about the living room, making impressed noises about the kitchen, then peek into the dining room, washroom, study, the half bath, and the two bedrooms downstairs that share a bathroom.

You follow everyone as they stomp upstairs, chuckling softly to yourself as they file into every room. You nearly cackle at the way Happy puts a smiley face sticker on the door jamb to one of the rooms, then stoically meets everyone’s gaze and says, “Dibs.”

Jax and Juice immediately kick up a fuss, telling Happy he can’t call dibs on a room. When he doesn’t crack under their barrage, both men look at you in order to back them up.

Instead, you shrug. “I have four extra bedrooms. Did you think I had them built just in case you guys only wanted to crash here? I knew Jax, Opie, Clay and Gem wouldn’t since you all have your own houses, wives, and kids, but the others are free to do whatever they want.”

“So if I wanted to move in..” Juice starts, already thinking over it

“Then you move in.” You grin. “If there are any spare bedrooms after we’re all settled in, then they can be used by anyone else when they feel the urge to sleep over.”

Juice practically fist pumps the air, talking about not sleeping in his shitty apartment or dorm at the club anymore and Happy mentions the same thing. Chibs, Clay and Opie can only shake their heads in amusement as Juice and Happy start talking about moving their shit in asap.

“What if I hate my house?” Jax asks. “Then could I move in too?”

You eye the blonde biker until he slowly starts to grin at you and you roll your eyes. “Yes, Jax. If you don’t want to pay anymore on that mortgage of yours, move on in.” Then looking between all three of your roommates, you also mention, “The rooms are also soundproofed, so if your croweaters make an appearance, you’re cleaning that shit up as soon as you’re done. I don’t want this house reeking of spunk.”

“Yes, mother,” Juice mumbles.

You pin him with a glare and let a low growl reverberate through your throat. “Try me, Juicy. I will cockblock you if I have to.”

His eyes widen and Opie snorts before slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, little alpha. I think I smell those steaks your brother’s got going.”

“Wait, what about this room?” Jax asks, hand already on the doorknob to the closed bedroom door.

“Don’t even think about it,” you tell him. “That’s mine and if you see it, I have a feeling I’m going to come home to one of you three neanderthals in it. Gemma’s already napped in it and she threatened to shoot me when I woke her.”

Clay chuckles. “Yep. That sounds like my old lady.”

Jax’s eyes sparkle and you take a step in his direction. “Jackson..”

“YN..”

Just as you lunge for him, he opens the door and stumbles into your room. “Holy shit.”

You close your eyes and groan as the rest of the Sons spill into your room. You know what they’re seeing- king sized bed with numerous fluffy pillows and plush comforter, large flatscreen mounted on the wall across from the bed, and the recliner and small sofa on the opposite sides of your room. Opie opens your walk-in and whistles appreciatively, and then Jax swears again as he enters your bathroom.

“You really went all out, huh?” He wonders.

“What can I say, I like my comforts.”

“Uh huh.” Jax continues to look around until his gaze lands on you again. “You know, this room is pretty fuckin’ fit for a president.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes narrow. “And my foot is pretty fuckin’ fit for a president’s ass. Wanna try it out?”

The Sons roar with laughter and then Clay’s slinging an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the room. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go see what fresh hell my old lady and that blonde she-wolf are gettin’ up to.”

As you head outside, everyone but your brother is already seated at the table. Whoops and words of greeting are exchanged before Clay and Chibs make a beeline for your brother. You smile as they greet him, clapping him on the shoulders and then getting a peek at dinner. Juice and Happy make a beeline for the keg, and you head for the table. Just as you head for one of the chairs, you’re surprised when Jax pulls it out for you and gestures for you to sit. And apparently your surprise is still etched into your features after you sit, letting Gemma and Erica see a glimpse of it and snort with amusement. A moment later you’re scowling, but then smiling again as Jax passes you a cup of beer.

Eventually Derek, Clay and Chibs join the table, and everyone sits, chatting and laughing while the food cooks. Gemma is not happy to hear that Jax has plans to sell his house, but she doesn’t want to show how pleased she is that her son is moving into your house. The all knowing glint in her eyes lets you know you’ll be hearing more about that later.

Erica’s sharing the story of when a kanima was let loose on Beacon Hills, and you’d been paralyzed in a swimming pool with the human who’d had the biggest crush on you as the only person keeping you afloat, when your ears pick up on gravel crunching under tires.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you shift in your seat, angling to get better hearing when Derek says, “I might have invited a few more people.”

“Who?”

Jax and Opie tense on either side of you, but Erica’s words make you relax. “College kids are on break. Any guess as to who banded together to finally congratulate you on your new werewolf status and the house?”

Your eyes widen before you laugh and you stand up from your chair just as the pack of four round the corner of your house. “Batman!”

“Supergirl!” You laugh as you break out into a jog in order to meet Stiles Stilinski in a bone crushing hug.

“Who the hell is that?” Jax grumbles. Gemma hides her smile behind the rim of her cup.

“Stiles Stilinski,” Erica muses. “He’s the one who held our precious YN afloat in that swimming pool I was just telling you about.”

Jax tenses in his seat, glaring at the duo hugging it out before YN moves onto a laughing Asian girl.

“Relax,” Derek mumbles. “Stiles is dating that redhead next to him. Has been since the end of their high school career.”

“So who exactly are these kids?” Gemma wonders.

“Well Stiles is the first one YN hugged,” Erica tells her. “Kira was the second, Lydia is the one she’s hugging now, and the adorable puppy waiting his turn is alpha Scott McCall.” Gemma raises an eyebrow at hearing an alpha be called an adorable puppy. “What? It’s true. Scott’s the definition of pure and wholesome. He didn’t even have to kill an alpha to take their power, he just rose to his rank. He’s what we in the werewolf community call a true alpha, an alpha who rises to their power rather than take it from another.”

The Sons are kept from asking anymore questions as YN leads the McCall pack towards them. Introductions are had, handshakes are given, and you huff with amusement when Jax squeezes Stiles’ hand a little too hard though you have no idea what that’s about.

“So are we good to be nosy or are your alpha instincts still sensitive?” Stiles asks.

“Knock yourself out, Stilinski. Just don’t enter the room that has a smiley sticker on the door jamb. That’s Happy’s room and he doesn’t like people entering his space.”

“Which one is Happy again?” Everyone looks in Happy’s direction as the man in question stares Stiles down, sipping his beer without a word. “Right,” Stiles nervously chuckles. “Stay out of the scary biker’s room. Got it. Let’s go, Kira. I know you wanna look around too.”

As Stiles and Kira disappear into your house, everyone settles around the table once more.

“So..” Scott hesitates as all eyes are suddenly on him, but he only has eyes for you. “How are you settling in as an alpha?”

“It’s been good,” you tell him with a smile. “It helped that as soon as I met these fellas, I connected with them before I even turned alpha.”

“Is everyone human or..?” Lydia wonders.

“All human, all bikers,” you say. “Except for Gem, she’s Clay’s old lady and Jax’s mom, but she’s a stone-cold bitch and I love her all the more for it.”

Gemma raises her cup in cheers. “You know it, baby.”

Jax nudges your arm and when you look at him, he gestures to Lydia who’s rubbing her temple and flinching at something even though her eyes are closed. “Hey, Lyds,” you call out. “You okay over there?”

Scott immediately looks at her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she says, “Yeah. It’s just.. there’s so much death.” Your pack tenses. “Everyone’s talking at once and I can decipher what they want me to know.”

You gulp. “Lydia’s a banshee,” you murmur quietly, but still loud enough for everyone around the table to hear. “The voices of the banshees that came before her whisper to her every now and then, warning her about something on the horizon or replaying death echoes of those who lost their lives.”

The Sons wince and Lydia’s eyes open, though it’s easy to spot the tension in her frame. “I’m good. Promise.”

“Okay.”

Kira and Stiles step out onto the back porch then, and Stiles hops down eagerly as he makes his way to the table. “That bed is perfect for puppy piles. You guys get puppy piles, right?”

“Goddammit, Stiles, stop calling them puppy piles.” Stiles looks at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “And to answer your question, no. The pack has not bonded that way. Three of them are married, two of them to each other, and the others don’t.. cuddle.”

“Hold up,” Juice says, slowly smirking. You groan at the look on his face. “Puppy piles?” He muses. “Have you been holding out on us, YN?”

“Fuck off, Juice.”

The table laughs, but Juice doesn’t let up. “What does a puppy pile consist of?”

“Stop calling it a puppy pile!”

Erica’s red painted lips stretch into a smile. “Puppy piles are just another way for a pack to become closer. It’s exactly what you think it is- a cuddle session. Everyone in the pack piles onto one bed or the floor and just sleeps. We usually have one when something traumatic happens and the pack just want to assure each other that they’re okay.”

Your pack looks at you, but you don’t meet their gazes. There have been plenty of instances when someone threatened your boys and you’ve hovered, but you never mentioned anything about a puppy pile to them.

Stiles snickers. “Who was it that woke up with their face pressed into YN’s chest and couldn’t look her in the eye for a week?”

“Isaac.” Erica reaches over and pinches her pack mate’s reddening cheek.

Derek finally chuckles then, standing up and gripping Isaac’s shoulder. “Come help me check the food. If you linger any longer, I’m afraid Jax is gonna shoot you.”

Gemma cackles and you groan, sinking into your seat. Your brother and pack were the worst.

“What am I missing?” Clay rumbles. You watch as Gemma leans over and mumbles something into his ear, his gaze then darting between you and his stepson. “Yeah, I can see it.”

“The fuck you can.” You get up, cheeks reddening as the table’s occupants laugh while you head over to your brother.

Isaac is pulling out the corn, laying them on a baking sheet before doing the same for the potatoes. You head inside to start bringing out the extra condiments for the potatoes and corn, and Gemma isn’t too far behind to collect plates and utensils.

“Grub’s done. Come and get it,” you call out.

You and Derek stand back to watch how everyone mingles with each other, grinning as your pack playfully shoves one another as they make a line. There’s more than enough steaks to go around, so everyone gleefully helps themself. And when everyone has their plates full, you go around the table and ask if anyone wants a refill on their beer.

You’re the last one to serve yourself, but you’re also the one everyone waits for to sit down before they all dig in. Then moments later, many are complimenting the chef and host, and wondering when the next pack dinner can take place.

Scott and his pack share a few stories about their college shenanigans, your pack shares a few stories about the club that can’t incriminate them in anything, and Derek’s pack shares a few stories that include you in order to embarrass you.

Food is eaten and a few more drinks are had since everyone was driving somewhere after the night was done, and all in all it’s a very good night.

Lydia zones out more often throughout the night, but eventually it happens too frequently to go ignored. Everyone is paying her more and more attention, and even the humans know something is really wrong. The redhead gasps and pushes herself away from the table, and all talking ceases.

“Shit,” you utter as Stiles stumbles after her.

“What’s going on?” Jax asks you.

“Remember how I said Lydia’s a banshee?”

“Yeah.”

“Well what are banshees known for?”

Chibs’ eyes subtly widen. “Screamin’ when death is near.”

“Yep.”

“Scream,” Stiles says. “Lydia, scream.”

“Cover your ears!”

Your hands slam over your own ears just as Lydia opens her mouth, jaw clenching as the banshee’s wail still irritates your sensitive ears.

She wails for several long seconds, and when she’s done there’s a hand immediately on your back. You glance to your right, meeting Jax’s astonished gaze.

“Crows cawing.” Lydia’s words make you snap to attention. Her eyes are filled with information that only she’s privy to. “Cawing crows.. and snarling?”

“Well the snarling can be any supernatural creature,” Scott says. “But I don’t know about the crows.”

“SAMCRO.” Clay’s words make you tense.

You glance around at your SAMCRO pack members, heart dropping into your stomach. “The clubhouse,” you realize. “They’re gonna attack the clubhouse.”

One moment everyone’s just looking at each other, and the next everyone’s scrambling out of their seats and running around the house to the front. Jax’s hand wraps around yours and you don’t even fight him when he makes a beeline for his bike. He doesn’t have to tell you to climb on, you already doing it the second he’s settled. You can see everyone scrambling onto their bikes or throwing themselves into a car, and then everyone’s racing towards Teller-Morrow Automotive.

When you pull up to the garage/club, you hop off the back of Jax’s bike and rush forward. In the lot, the SAMCRO members who’d stayed behind are all on their knees with several individuals standing behind them. Your pack forms a line behind you, guns being pulled from their waistbands or from some place they’d been stashed on their bikes.

The scent of the trespassing wolves fill your nostrils and your eyes flare red in annoyance. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Red and yellow eyes flare right back- one alpha, five betas- and the alpha chuckles. “You surprise us, lone wolf. Here I thought I could leave you a present, but then you come rolling in with human filth before we can finish.”

You snarl, teeth and claws elongating. “If you touch any one of them, I promise you, you won’t be walking off this lot.”

“Yeah?” The trespassing alpha smirks. “And how do you suppose you’re going to stop me, lone wolf? Your scent is the only scent stinking up this little town.”

“I might be the only supernatural being in my pack,” you say, letting your lips curl into a smirk, “but you picked the wrong day to attempt a takeover.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because us Hales stick together.” Derek steps forward, followed by Erica, Boyd and Isaac. All their eyes flare red and yellow.

“And I don’t like wolves who hurt humans on purpose.” Scott steps forward, eyes flaring red, followed by Kira. She grips the buckle of her belt and whips the entire thing off in one go as it snaps into a wickedly sharp katana.

The trespassing pack doesn’t look so confident now.

“What do you want to do, YN?” Derek asks. “This is your territory, your decision.”

“The less gunfire, the better. We don’t want the cops coming here. Subdue them.”

As if those were the magic words, every trespassing wolf shoves down a SAMCRO member who’d been on their knees and jumps over them. You, your brother, and friends meet them head on- wolf vs. wolf and wolf vs. kitsune.

The outcome of the fight should be a no-brainer- their six to your seven- but somehow in the middle of all the snarling, slashing and biting, the trespassing alpha gets the drop on you. You didn’t have to keep an eye on all the humans who had stood back, itching to shoot, but you did get momentarily distracted when two betas jumped on Derek after knocking Isaac and Erica out.

A metal pipe whips across your face, the momentum behind the hit causing your whole body to turn and stumble. A kick to the back of your knee sends you to your hands and knees, and then the pipe is being shoved into your back and out your chest.

Your head whips back as you roar in pain and rage, and the fight all around you comes to a halt.

Opie and Clay have to keep a hold of Jax the moment they see YN get whipped across the face with a pipe, everyone’s heart dropping into their stomachs when the pipe is then shoved through her body. The alpha standing over her chuckles, his red eyes scanning the humans in amusement.

“Hey. Hey!” Jax calls out, crouching a little so he can catch YN’s red gaze. As she pushes further up on shaky arms, a little bit of his tension bleeds out. “What’s the play here?”

Supernatural red meets human blue, top lip trembling in rage. “Kill them.”

“You heard her, boys. One and done, but that red eyed prick is mine.”

“If you’re with me, now’s the time to duck,” you mumble.

Just as Jax stands tall and takes aim, your brother and friends immediately fall to the ground. Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy all take one shot, letting the alpha look around in surprise as his entire pack falls to the ground with a smoking bullet hole in their head, and then Jax pulls his trigger when the alpha looks back at him.

You fall to your side just as the alpha gripping the pole falls dead, groaning in pain at the metal still sticking out of your body.

“What the hell was that?!” Stiles exclaims.

You wince as pain wracks your body just as Gemma tells everyone you’d made SAMCRO switch to wolfsbane bullets in case of something like this ever happening.

Hands find your shoulders and you growl, but then Chibs’ voice is telling you it’s just him. “Easy, lass. Easy,” he says. He quietly swears, speaking to another individual who’s yet to touch you. “We might need to get her to a hospital.”

“No.” You grit your teeth, forcing yourself onto your hands and knees before sitting back on your knees. Immediately, you meet Jax’s wide eyes. “Pull it out. I’ll heal.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.” Derek steps up behind Jax, smirking as he looks down at you. “Sucks, doesn’t it? Remember when I was in this exact position, and you mocked me?”

“Fuck. You.”

“Take a deep breath in because this is going to suck. A lot.”

Derek walks around you and places one hand on your shoulder, grasping the metal pipe sticking out from just below your breastbone with the other. He yanks before you can even inhale deeply. You roar, but your eyelids quickly flutter as you start to fall back.

“Oh shit.” Hands catch you and suddenly there’s pressure against your back and front. Your arms are draped around necks and then you’re being helped into the club. “Get more towels. Set her on the pool table.”

You’re in a haze of pain as you’re led inside the club, mumbling about buying a new pool table as you’re laid out on it. More towels or sheets or whatever they’d found are shoved under your back and pressed down onto your front, and you whimper in pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Your eyelids flutter open and you see Jax worriedly staring down at you.

“M'fine,” you tell him, flashing him a faint smile. “Just hurts.”

He gulps. “I need to make sure my brothers are good. You better not die on our pool table.”

“Never.”

You grin and then wince when Jax turns around, yelling that the clubhouse is now in lockdown.

Pressure just under your chest lessens and you grimace when you feel your shirt being lifted.

“Oh god. Oh that’s so gross. Derek, stop looking into the gaping wound,” Stiles mumbles.

“Stop being a little bitch, Stilinski,” you mumble back and then swat at the hands holding your shirt up. “Put it down. Let me heal in peace.”

“You gonna be good here?” Your brother asks. “We have bodies to bury.”

“Yeah. Go.” You shoo him away. “Ask Happy for help. He’ll know the best locations to dig.”

“Alright.”

Your brother, his pack and Scott’s pack take their leave after having a brief conversation with Happy and Juice. And just when your eyes close, you feel a presence hovering over you.

Breathing in deep, you figure out who it is. “Gem.”

“Hey, baby. Are you really gonna be okay?”

You smile and briefly open one eye, nodding. “Yeah. I just need to rest up. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll be good.”

“Okay.” A moment passes and then, “I know I’ve seen you fight before, but tonight was pretty badass.” You huff a quiet laugh. “And that little Asian girl? She’s not human, is she? I thought I saw her eyes glowing orange.”

“She’s not. Kira’s a kitsune.”

“So a banshee and a kitsune,” she muses. “These are some interesting friends you’ve got.”

“You think that’s interesting, you should meet Deputy Parrish.”

You can practically hear the sneer in her voice as she asks, “A pig?”

“Don’t be rude. Parrish is a decent guy. He also happens to be a hellhound.”

When Gemma falls quiet, you open your eyes and find her looking a little surprised. “Huh. Those exist?”

“Yeah. He gets all glowy-eyed, fangy and claw-y like the rest of us.” She snorts. “But his body also erupts into flames.”

“Damn. I bet that’s a sight to behold.”

“Oh for sure. Especially since the only piece of clothing that’s left on him after a fight are his boxer briefs.” You and Gemma chortle with laughter, but then you groan in pain and shoo her away so you can get some relaxation.

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Sometime later, you’re awoken when your hear quiet chatter all around. You attempt to sit up, groaning when every muscle in your body protests since you’d been laying in one position for so long.

“Hey. Careful.”

You wrinkle your nose at Jax, grinning a moment later as he sweeps his hair out of his eyes. “M'fine. I need a shower. And a bed.” You yawn. “I need to get home.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Club’s on lockdown.”

“Jax,” you whine. “I don’t wanna sleep in any of your sex dens. The smell of stale cum wreaks havoc on the senses.”

He snorts. “Don’t worry. I had a prospect clean my room from top to bottom recently. You’re good.”

“I don’t have clothes here.”

“Lydia went to the house and picked up some stuff for you before she left.”

“So the packs left then?”

“Yeah. Your brother and his pack grabbed a motel room nearby though. He’ll check in tomorrow.”

“Joy,” you deadpan. You absentmindedly scratch at your wound, wincing a little before picking up your shirt to look at it. By now it just looks like a wet scab and you sigh. “So that shower?”

“Follow me.” Jax smirks and you hop off the pool table, following after him.

When you get to Jax’s dorm and he opens it up, you’re relieved that it actually does smell just like him and only him. One of your duffel bags is on his bed and you head over to it to open it up and rummage through it for an outfit. You don’t say a word as he leads you into the bathroom, starting it up for you and keeping a careful eye on you.

“I got it from here,” you say as the steam starts filling up the small space. “Thanks, Jax.”

Offering him a faint smile, you keep still as he steps into your space. On hand raises, hesitantly cupping the side of your face as his eyes trace over every feature. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm. Just tired. I’ll be good by morning.”

“I’ll be right outside then.”

Jax leaves you be and as the door shuts behind him, you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart’s even pumping a little quicker than usual and you mentally get your emotions in check before you start stripping.

The hot water feels phenomenal and you take a moment to rinse all the blood off before grabbing Jax’s bar of soap and lathering yourself up. Then once you feel a little more like yourself, you step out and dry off as much as you can. You run your fingers through your hair just enough until you can tie it up into a messy bun then pull on a sports bra. You pull on underwear and a small pair of sleep shorts, and then sleepily stumble out into Jax’s room.

You’re not surprised to find him there, but you are a bit surprised to find him in nothing but basketball shorts. He glances up at you and smirks. “Been texting with Erica,” he says while tossing his prepaid cell aside. “Says skin on skin is good for healing.”

“It is.” You narrow your eyes at him as his smirk widens.

“Sorry we can’t fit any of the others in my bed, but I’m hoping you’ll be fine with just me.”

“You encouraging this is only going to make the teasing worse.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” you say, walking over to his bed and climbing into it so you’re closest to the wall.

Jax chuckles as he climbs in after you and you don’t waste a second before you’re tucking yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest and slipping a leg over his thigh. You let your body relax, eyes closing, only to pinch his stomach when he says, “So if this is a puppy pile, I honestly wouldn’t mind doing this every night. But just you and me. I don’t like to share.”

You huff a laugh. “But pack cuddles are for the entire pack, Jax. It’s a form of bonding.”

“Fine. Then only you and I get to strip down and bond like this. All clothes stay on when Juice and Chibs are involved.”

“And Happy?”

This time, Jax laughs. “You really think Happy’s gonna cuddle?”

“I don’t know,” you tiredly muse. “I managed to get him to let me hug him. I’m pretty sure I’ll at least get to sleep in the same bed as him, even if we’re a few feet apart.”

“Fine. If you manage to wear down Happy, clothes stay on.”

“You’re making a lot of rules for someone who’s basically just a beta.”

“Oh sweetheart, you and I both know there’s more going on between us than just the relationship of an alpha and her beta.”

You bite back a grin. “I’m pretty sure your mom wants me to jump your bones.”

His chest shakes with quiet laughter. “I’m pretty sure I want you to too.”

“Mhm. We’ll revisit this conversation after I’ve healed and go from there.”

“Done. Night, darling.”

“Night, Jax.”

Request from @answer-the-sirens : Any chance for a Happy X Reader, where you’re new to the shop and everyone assumes your sweet and timid but you go to a clubhouse party, and get involved with a drinking game, dirty version of “never have I ever” and nearly every round you and happy drink and everyone’s like da fuq, maybe at the end he comes over to you all impressed and… I love your blog! Phenomenal writer! 

This part is pure smut!

Never Have I Ever part 1

“Umm sure, why the hell not,” you said with a seductive smile on your face as you leaned closer to him. What did you have to lose? Happy crushed his lips to yours. He let out a low growl as you bit his bottom lip gently.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he brought you to his room in the back and slammed the door behind him. He turned around and pressed you to the door locking his lips with yours dropping your legs to the ground. The kiss became heated quickly, both of you fighting for dominance. He pulled you back away from the door and eagerly started unbuttoning your shirt.

You could tell he was getting frustrated with the small buttons as he growled and then ripped your shirt off, buttons scattering on the floor.

“Usually I would be pissed if my shirt ripped, but damn that was hot” you laughed as Happy threw you onto the bed.

He threw your shirt on the desk chair before crawling over you and kissing you again.

His left hand went to your left breast as his right held you behind your head pushing you into him. He felt your nipple harden through your bra and quickly pulled away from the kiss and slowly kissed down your neck to the top of your breasts. Happy yanked your arms up to sit you upright so he could quickly unclip your black bra. Once he finished his task, he pushed you back down and both his hands wound up on your breasts. After that, he threw your bra on the floor.

His fingers played with your nipples as he kissed the tops of each mound and started sucking making sure he was leaving marks.

He watched as you looked down at him and let out a few small moans which drove him crazy. He had heard plenty of women moan, but none of them turned him on as much as you did.

There was something so different about you. You seemed so innocent and to find out that it wasn’t true shot fire through Happy. He was used to these crow eaters giving him attention but there was something so different about a real girl, one who has a job and a house and isn’t just around to please whichever brother needed a release.

He started kissing his way slowly down towards your belly button. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips as he continued to slowly kiss down your abdomen. Dipping his tongue into your belly button quickly, he licked down to where your pencil skirt started.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your sigh of frustration when he pulled his mouth off of you.

“You’re an impatient little girl,” He said as he grabbed the waistline of your skirt and slowly pulled it down carelessly tossing it behind him as he stared at your almost naked body in awe.

“So gorgeous” he spoke as his right hand went down to your warmth rubbing you slowly over your panties.

He laughed when you pushed yourself down into him, eager for him to stop teasing you.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was raspy as he pulled the hem of your black panties down till they were completely off sticking them in his pocket. You nodded your head, too turned on to form any coherent words.

You moaned loudly when Happy plunged two fingers into you without any warning.

“Goddamn, already so wet for me, little girl.” you didn’t know what it was about his voice but every time you heard it you became more and more turned on.

Happy continued to slam two fingers into you with the perfect amount of force and speed. His thumb was brushing your clit every few thrusts and you felt your release start to build up.

Happy instantly stopped what he was doing and you gave him a look, one that could kill.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be making you cum so many times you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. We have all night,” he said as he stood up, “but first…” Happy took his belt off his pants and climbed back on the bed grabbing your arms and pushing them together before wrapping the belt around your arms tightly. He tied the belt and made sure you couldn’t move your arms.

“Now where was I?” He laughed as he made his way back down to his previous position. Instead of his fingers entering you this time it was his tongue.

“Fuckkkk,” you squealed as you looked down at him.

His tongue continued to explore you as he made his way up to your clit and slowly slid two fingers back into you. Having your arms tied up was sexy but also frustrating, you wanted more than anything to run your hands over his head as he continued to lick you.

His fingers plunged into you hitting your G spot every time while his tongue ran over your clit in the most perfect way. You were close, the coil in your stomach was wound up so tight you could hardly hold on. Your legs wrapped around Happy to pull him closer and get him right where you needed. You felt the familiar quivering of your legs.

“Cum little girl.” The vibrations of his words against your clit were all it took to send you over the edge. Your vision faded in and out and your heart beat so fast you could hear it. Your toes curled as you moaned Happy’s name multiple times and your body shook.

“Wow,” was all you said as you laid there catching your breath. Happy trailed kisses back up your stomach and to your breasts yet again. Alternating between sucking and lightly biting on one while his hand played with the other.

He pulled away and stood up quickly pulling his jeans off as well as his t-shirt and climbed back into the bed laying next to you kissing you softly on your lips.

His hand went down to his boxers and he rubbed his length through the material. He couldn’t help but laugh when you tried to move your hands and let out a frustrated moan when you realized your hands were still tied.

“Not as fun as you thought, little girl?” Happy asked as he sat up and slowly removed his boxers. You were shocked at the size of him. He laughed again when he saw your eyes wide as you stared at his hard cock.

“Never been with a real man, huh?” he questioned as he leaned over you to kiss your lips. You were so excited and shocked at what was happening you couldn’t even talk. Before you knew it Happy had his arms around you and flipped you over so you were on your tied up hands and knees.

He moved closer to you and pulled your hips back towards him. You could feel him rub the tip of his cock over your wetness which caused you to moan and wiggle your ass at him. Happy slapped your ass cheeks watching as your flesh turned red from his handprint.

“Don’t be a tease little girl,” you heard his raspy voice and couldn’t help but to giggle a bit which earned you another slap on your ass.

“Think it’s funny?” his voice a bit more serious this time as he slammed his cock in you without warning.

“Ohhhh God, fuck!” you screamed at the sudden fullness. Happy continued to slam into you at a fast and hard pace. The hold on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he pulled you back towards him. He was hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed as he thrusts became harder. You looked back at him and scooted your hips away from him a bit which stilled him as he looked at you confused.

You rocked your hips back and forth on him and he watched you do all the work as his grip on your hips loosened. You weren’t the type to give up all control during sex. You continued to moan as you looked back at Happy who let out a few growls as he watched you back up on his cock.

His right hand reached around and rubbed at your clit which caused you to pick up your pace.

“Fuck, little girl” Happy grunted at the change of pace. He loved to be the one in control but watching you do all the work turned him on more than he would have ever thought.

You felt your second orgasm build up quickly as his fingers continued to rub your sensitive spot and you picked up the speed once again causing him to hit your G spot with each thrust.

“Fuck!” you screamed as your orgasm took over your whole body. Your pace became unrhythmic as your vision faded to black. You could feel your orgasm all the way to your fingertips. Your pussy clenched on his cock as you came almost causing Happy to lose control.

He moved his hands back onto your waist and took over again as you came down from your high which you could feel quickly building up yet again. Your body was so sensitive it was almost like your nerves were overstimulated.

Happy pounded into you faster and harder than before. He usually could last for a long time but something about you was so different. You had an effect on him that no other women did. He could feel the tingle in his lower spine begin signaling he was close. Your walls tightened around his cock as your third orgasm rolled through your body from the force of his thrusts.  His grip on your hips tightened as his release washed over him and he spilled himself inside of you completely filling you up. He pulled out and watched as his cum dripped out of your pussy before he grabbed your hips again and flipped you on your back leaning over to kiss you gently.

His hands went to your wrists and he made quick work of untying his belt from your arms and throwing in on the floor.

“Never have I ever had three orgasms in a row, until now,” you laughed as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You were silently thanking God that your car was such a piece of shit and broke down this morning or this would never have happened.

“Next time it will be four,” he said as he turned to face you kissing you on the lips.

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Request from @answer-the-sirens : Any chance for a Happy X Reader, where you’re new to the shop and everyone assumes your sweet and timid but you go to a clubhouse party, and get involved with a drinking game, dirty version of “never have I ever” and nearly every round you and happy drink and everyone’s like da fuq, maybe at the end he comes over to you all impressed and… I love your blog! Phenomenal writer!

This will be two parts. The second part will be all smut! hope you like it and thanks for the request!

It had been a completely normal day for you. Get up at 7 am to get ready for work, get dressed, make your coffee, and head out the door. It wasn’t until you went to start your car that things quickly went to hell. Your car wouldn’t start. You were screwed. Your boss was such a jackass and told you that you couldn’t miss any more work. You had gone through some health issues a month after you started this job and had to miss quite a few days for various doctor appointments. You had moved to Charming a few months ago and had no family around that could come to pick you up.

Grabbing your phone you called the nearest mechanic. Teller-Morrow was the first one on the list. Had your mind not been going a hundred miles an hour, you probably would have thought to call a different one. You were well aware that this is where the local motorcycle club called home.

Of course, you had heard of the Sons of Anarchy and had seen them riding around but you were sure to keep your distance. Hearing all the horror stories of what the club was involved in from your neighbors you tried to stay away, although you knew that your neighbors were very dramatic so you couldn’t believe everything they said.

It only took ten minutes for the tow truck to arrive at your house. It wasn’t until the bald man, covered in tattoos, stepped out of the truck that you realized you had called the mechanic shop where the Sons worked.

“Car won’t start?” the man asked you were shocked when you heard how low and raspy his voice was. You had seen him around town before but never have spoken to him or any of the Sons before.

“Uh, um, yeah,” your voice came out hardly loud enough for the man to hear.

“I’ll get it on the rig, can I give you a ride somewhere?” He looked at you when he spoke and he immediately saw the fear in your eyes.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you,” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you sure? You look like your headed somewhere important,” he said as he pointed at your clothes. You were currently wearing a pencil skirt and a long sleeve blouse. Your office job required you to dress up professionally, which you hated.

Shit, what other option did you have? You would get fired for sure if you didn’t show up to work and there was no way you were walking five miles in these heels.

“Well, I’m just headed to work. I guess I could use the ride,” you quietly spoke as you watched him get your car hooked up to the tow truck. You could feel his eyes on you when you looked away towards your house.

“Okay it’s all set, ready?” he questioned as he hopped in the driver’s seat. You walked up to the passenger side door and opened it before climbing in. You put your coffee in the cup holder while holding your purse in your lap.

“I can pick you up too, your car should be done by then. What time do you get off?”

“Um, I get off at 6.” So far this man seemed nice enough to offer you a ride home, so why not? Your co-workers were a bunch of assholes who wouldn’t give you a ride so you were grateful for the offer. After telling the man, whose name you had learned to be Happy, where you worked, he headed down the street knowing exactly where to go. This town was small enough to know where everything is.

Quickly arriving at your job, you thanked Happy for the ride and then walked into work somehow only being ten minutes late.

The day went by so slowly. Your boss got on you for being late and constantly gave you the hardest clients to deal with all day. You couldn’t be happier when the clock hit six and you got to leave. You saw Happy sitting in the tow truck in the parking lot of your job and you got in and sighed heavily as you sat down.

“Rough day?” He looked over at you as he started the car

“Just my boss being a jerk, nothing new.” You buckled your seatbelt in as Happy drove off.

“Fuck bosses, they suck. Want me to kill him for you?” Happy laughed. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not so you just laughed in response.

“We’re having a party tonight if you wanna join, lots of booze so you can forget your shitty boss,” he said as he looked over at you. He saw the look that washed over your face, one of uncertainty, almost fear.

“Look, I’m not sure what you have heard about us but-”

“I know your part of the motorcycle gang.”

“Club, Motorcycle club,” he corrected, “and whatever you heard is a load of bullshit. People are just afraid of us because we ride motorcycles, wear leather and carry guns. They know the truth though, we keep this town safe.” His raspy voice held confidence in it.

“Alright fine, I’ll come to the party but just cause I had a shit day,” you laughed and noted that you were felling a hell of a lot more daring than usual today. “And because its Friday and I’m off tomorrow,” you added with a smile.

It had been so long since you hung out with anyone. Too busy with your job to make any friends. You were desperate to get out of the house for a few hours. You didn’t even care about the rumors you had heard about the Sons anymore.

Pulling into the Teller-Morrow lot, you looked around seeing all the motorcycles parked in a neat line. You suddenly felt a bit nervous. There were a few men in the garage looking like they were putting things away to close up.

Happy parked the truck and got out. You followed him into the larger building opposite from the garage and as soon as the door open you were hit with the scent of weed mixed with booze.

“I didn’t expect the party to be started so early,” you told Happy as he held the door open for you.

“We take Fridays very seriously,” he laughed, “some of them have been drinking since they got out of bed”

“I can see that,” you chuckled as you looked around and saw various stages of drunk men.

Happy lead you to the bar and you both started to drink.

Two hours passed quicker than ever. You had four beers and four shots and were currently up dancing around to the music with a few of the other girls that were there. You had kicked your heels off earlier in the night, no way in hell were you going to be dancing with them on.

“Heyyy let’s play never have I ever! We used to play that in college alllllll the time!” You yelled to the other girls who all agreed.

“Guysss, come on, let’s play!” One of the crow eaters yelled at the group of men who were standing around playing pool. Most of the men were so drunk they would agree to anything. One of the girls turned the music down as you all sat around on the couches and some of the guys on the floor.

“Okaaayy, so this is how you play. You say never have I ever and then say something you have never done! And if anyone else has done that thing they take a sip of their drink!” one of the crows said loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“Okay, I’ll start,” another one of the girls said. “Never have I ever done it with someone twice my age,” she drunkenly said with a laugh.

“So I guess we are playing the dirty version of this game,” you laughed as you took a sip of your drink. Looking around most the other women took a drink as well.

“Okay, okay. I’m going next. Never have I ever done it in public,” one of the crow eaters said, which shocked the hell out of you considering not ten minutes ago she was dancing almost naked on the pole. You sipped your drink and looked around the room and caught Happy’s eyes as he looked at you with wide eyes clearly shocked that you have had sex in public. Earlier today you were almost too afraid to talk to him he thought you were really shy and so did the rest of the guys.

“Dammmn you’ve had sex in public? You seem so damn shy, you hardly talked to any of us tonight,” Jax yelled drunkenly at you. This caused a deep blush to run up your face as you nodded yes.

“Okay, Jax your turn!” the blonde crow eater who just went said.

“Okay fine, ummm never have I ever had sex with one of my teachers” he laughed as he lit a cigarette and took a sip of his beer.

You looked straight at Happy when you took a large gulp of your beer. He about spit his sip out when he saw that. He gave you a look, one that you have never seen on him. Almost like a look of want and need. You winked at him which caused him to growl lowly in response.

“Okay, I’ll go! Never have I ever been chocked out during sex,” the red-headed Crow eater that you were dancing with before said. And once again you had to take a sip. Half the men were watching you at each turn. They were shocked that someone who seemed as innocent as you had done all this stuff. It could also be because you were new around here and no one had taken a claim on you yet.

“Never have I ever had sex over texting before,” Chibs said with a laugh.

“That’s because your too damn old to know how to text old man!” Opie joked as he and the rest of the ‘young’ people, including you took a sip of beer.

“Okay, your turn,” Happy said looking over at you eager to hear what you haven’t done.

“You first,” you quirked back at him.

“Fine. Never have I ever had sex with a dead body.” Everyone laughed as they looked over at Tig who was the only one in the room to take a sip.

“What? It’s not as bad as you think,” he said as he drunkenly downed the rest of his beer.

“Your turn.” Happy looked back over at you waiting for you to go.

“Never have I ever been tied up during sex before, unfortunately,” you were shocked by your quickness to reply and even more shocked that you held eye contact with Happy the entire time you spoke.

He got up from his spot on the couch across from you and sat down right next to you, putting his hand on your thigh.

“We can change that,” he whispered in your ear and then proceeded to take yet another sip out of his beer. You felt the heat rise in your face as you debated on whether or not to take him up on that offer.

 Never Have I Ever Part 2

Tag List: @gemini0410,@utterlyhopeful,@rebelwriter95,@genius2050

Happy tag list: @redwoody-incorporated

Happy Doing a cover up tat for his GF

HC request from @romanchronicles:  Happy giving his GF a cover-up tattoo.

You had gotten your High School boyfriends initials tattooed over your heart when you were at a party one night when you were 16.

You have long since regretted it, you and our boyfriend broke up years ago.

You were now with Happy Lowman and you were super embarrassed about the tattoo. He understood completely though cause he did some stupid shit when he was a teen.

After being together for a year and a half you finally asked him if he would cover it up with something, anything would be better than your ex’s initials.

You told him to surprise you and you didn’t look at his work the entire time. Mostly sitting there with your eyes clenched shut.

When he was finished he told you to keep your eyes closed as he helped you stand up in front of the mirror.

When he told you to open your eyes he was down on one knee with an engagement ring.

You cried and obviously said yes then saw your tattoo, his crow was perfectly placed with a beautiful design, your ex’s initials long forgotten.

The whole club cheering for you guys, most with shocked looks plastered on their faces. Someone was finally able to get happy to settle down.

Spending the rest of the night drinking and showing everyone your ring with a huge smile, happy never leaving your side.

Thanks for your request

Tag list: @gemini0410@genius2050@utterlyhopeful@rebelwriter95

Happy tag list: @redwoody-incorporated

“No Panties?”

Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

Rated: MATURE! 18+ ONLY!! (UNPROTECTED SEX, FINGERING, ORAL *MALE & FEMALE RECIEVING*, DIRTY TALK, A LITTLE DEGRADATION, ROUGH SEX, GOOD GIRL, BABY GIRL, CHOKING, HAIR PULLING. ITS JUST DIRTY.)

Fandom: Sons of Anarchy/SOA

I found this giant list of smutty prompts and decided to use them to get more writings out and add some new characters! Enjoy!!

Side note: I’m a fucking SLUT for Happy Lowman! I just can’t help myself! I need so much therapy y’all..

The day had been an absolute success for me. Even though Happy and I had had a pretty ugly fight this morning I was still smiling like a fool. After the two of us had separated I came up with the idea to really piss Happy off. If he wanted to act like an asshole then fine by me. I knew that game I’d been playing all day was a dangerous one. I was ignoring him not even sparing him a glance and pretending he wasn’t even in the room.

I was flirting openly and obviously with all the guys. Chibs, Tig, and Juice were the ones currently sitting with me while Happy was across the room sipping on a beer. Even with him on the other side of the room, I could still feel his eyes on me. He knew what I was doing. He wasn’t an idiot but I wanted to make my point loud and clear.

“So, what’s going on with you and grumpy?” Juice asked quietly.

I shrugged.

“He pissed me off now I’m doing the same,” I said with an innocent smile.

All three of the men laughed.

“You two are gonna kill each other one day, lass.” Chibs laughed shaking his head.

“Maybe, but it’ll be worth it.” I shrugged with a smile.

We carried on chatting and laughing. When I felt Happy’s eyes on me again I leaned a little too close to Tig as I laughed. I laid my hand on his knee then turned to laugh into his shoulder. I was only in this position for a few seconds when I yelped in surprise. I was roughly picked up then thrown over a shoulder. I knew it was Happy immediately. The three guys I had been sitting with were trying to hold back their laughs as Happy quickly walked towards the dorms. He stepped into a room kicking the door closed then he tossed me onto the bed.

“I got the fucking point (Y/N).” He practically growled.

I sat up to finally look at him for the first time since our argument. He was absolutely seething. His jaw was clenched and he was glaring at me with dark eyes. My body shivered at the sight. I did want to get a point across but at the same time, I knew what he was like when he was angry especially when it was a wave of jealous or territorial anger.

“Oh really?” I asked arching a brow at him.

I scrambled backward out of instinct as he stalked towards me. He grabbed my ankle then yanked me down the bed to him. He perched himself over me quickly. His large hand wrapping around my throat holding me in place. Heat radiated from my body instantly. The majority flooding down to my core.

“I won’t let any more of the god damn croweaters near me.” He growled still glaring at me.

The whole damn argument was over the fucking bitches the club called croweaters. Even though Happy and I were publicly a thing they didn’t seem to care. They flocked to him trying to flirt and touch him. What had pissed me off the most with that he humored them and let them say their piece because he found it amusing. I purposely flirted with all the guys today to show him at least a little bit of what I felt.

“You promise?” I asked softly.

He leaned closer his lips only a few centimeters from mine.

“Only if you never fucking pull that shit again.” He ordered in a deep gravel voice.

I couldn’t help but smile. His hand around my throat tightened slightly causing my thighs to soak as my cunt suddenly ached.

“Why? Were you jealous?” I asked even though I knew I was playing with fire.

He growled tightening his grip a little more but not enough to cut off my air. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped past my lips.

“More territorial baby. You’re mine and I’m gonna make sure you and everyone in this clubhouse never fucking forget it.” He said in a harsh voice.

“Oh god,” I panted at the thought.

“That’s right baby, go ahead and fucking pray but God isn’t gonna save you from the devil this time.” He growled as he shoved the hem of my dress up.

My empty walls clenched around nothing as I moaned. I loved when he talked to me like that. He surely was the damn devil when he got like this and I loved it. One of his hands remained on my throat as the other went to my aching clit. His large fingers traced down my hip obviously expecting to feel soft material there. His hand moved quickly running a single finger through my uncovered folds.

“No panties?” He asked in that quiet gravel voice.

“No” I breathed out keeping my eyes locked with his.

He licked his lips as he teased my entrance coating his finger in my slick. He growled bending down to bite at my neck as he slowly pushed a single finger inside me. I groaned at both sensations.

“So fucking wet baby girl. You wanted me to get angry, didn’t you? You want me to fuck you into the mattress making you scream for me? You want them to hear what I do to you don’t you?” He asked each question slowly matching the pace of his finger inside me.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

I chuckled darkly then leaned back to look down at me. His hand remained around my throat making sure I stayed in place. He added a second finger then finally picked up his pace. I moaned grabbing his arm that held my throat trying to get myself ground. He curled his fingers inside me making me a mewling mess below him instantly. My hips bucking against his fingers making him smirk.

“You’re a little slut fucking yourself with my fingers.” He said in a slightly breathless tone.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop. I wanted him so bad and his damn voice and words weren’t helping. I whimpered and moaned as I rocked my hips doing exactly what he said. Fucking myself with his fingers. I was right on the edge my walls starting to clench around his digits when he suddenly pulled out. I gasped at the action then whined bucking my hips up for some kind of friction.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum that easy?” He asked with a smirk.

I groaned as my head fell back on the bed. I felt his fingers gently trace my lips then forcefully push past my lips. I took his two fingers into my mouth sucking the taste of myself off of them. He groaned as I swirled my tongue around them. He pulled back, completely letting go of me then got off the bed. I watched him rip his shirt off tossing it to the floor. He looked up catching my gaze. He palmed himself through his jeans making me whimper at the sight.

“Get on your fucking knees baby.” He breathed out the order.

I scrambled off the bed then dropped to my knees in front of him. I swatted his hands from his pants then quickly popped the button then pulled his jeans and boxers to his mid-thighs. I bit my lip then gently grabbed him and stroked him slowly.

“Be a good girl and suck my dick (Y/N).” He ordered as his hand tangled into my hair.

My body trembled with need for him but I did as he said. I took him into my mouth swallowing him down quickly. He groaned tightening his hold on my hair but letting me move at my own pace. He watched me with his dark eyes and slightly parted lips.

“That’s it, baby girl. This is right where you belong. On your fucking knees with my dick down your throat.” He growled.

I moan around him making him buck his hips. I was teetering on the edge just from his filthy mouth. He knew exactly every damn button to press to make me do exactly what he wanted. I was truly nothing but a dirty slut for him. I just couldn’t help it. He pulled me off him by my hair then pulled me to my feet. He pulled my head back then crashed his lips to mine. I moaned into his mouth. He pulled back then looked down at me for a second before licking his lips.

“Get on the bed. Hands and knees.” He ordered then let go of my hair.

I quickly did as he said positioning myself as he wanted me. I felt the bed dip behind me. I was surprised as his tongue suddenly attacked my throbbing nerve.

“Fuck Happy!” I gasped loudly.

He growled against me making my legs tremble as my arms gave out. He tasted every inch of me leaving me a complete mess. I moaned loudly as his tongue pushed inside me. He tongue fucked me until my legs threatened to give out. I fisted the sheets below my crying out for him. My orgasm approaching quickly. I groaned in frustration as he pulled away again right before I could cum. He slapped my cunt making me jump and yelp.

“You’ll cum when I fucking tell you to baby.” He growled.

My brain couldn’t string words together so I nodded. He chuckled as his hand grabbed the back of my neck then roughly pulled me up until my back collided with his front.

“Please Happy” I begged almost on the verge of tears.

His lips glided across my shoulder then up my neck to my ear.

“What do you want baby girl?” He asked in a deep whisper.

I moaned pushing my ass back into him.

“Fuck me Happy. Please. I need you to fuck me till I’m out of my god damn mind.” I panted.

He chuckled then bit harshly at my neck.

“I think you’re already about there baby. Begging for my fucking cock like a good little slut.” He breathed against my neck.

I whimpered trying to keep some kind of hold on myself. He shoved me back to the bed then held me there by the back of my neck. He rubbed the head of his dick against me then shoved himself inside. I gasped and whined at the sudden fullness. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust to his size. He pulled out then slammed into me.

“Happy!” I screamed.

He kept up his relentless thrusts. He fucked me into the mattress as I screamed louder than I ever had for him. He was right, I want everyone in this fucking clubhouse, croweaters included, to know that Happy was mine and I was completely his. He was the only one who could do this to me. The only one who could fuck me out of my mind until I couldn’t say a single word except for his name and “please”. I was a mess beneath him. A string of moans, whimpers, and his name flowing from my mouth as the feeling of him ramming into me made me putty.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this baby. All fucked out and screaming for me.” Happy panted.

I whimpered fisting the sheets as my orgasm surfaced once more. I ground my teeth holding it back knowing he hadn’t given me permission. I felt his hips stutter but the slap of his hips didn’t lessen. His much louder grunts were going straight to my cunt winding me up even tighter.

“Can I cum Happy? Please, please, I want to cum so bad.” I begged barely holding myself together.

He groaned loudly.

“Yea, baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock.” He ordered breathlessly.

He slammed into me again pushing me over the edge. My body trembled as I screamed his name. I collapsed to the bed as Happy continued to fuck me through my high. My walls clenching around him coaxed his own orgasm to the surface. He grunted and groaned my name as his hips stuttered to a stop. He slapped my ass lightly then slowly pulled out of me. I heard him groan as I felt his cum dripping down my thighs.

I yelped as he flipped me over onto my back. I was panting trying to catch my breath as he hovered over me. He grabbed my chin then kissed me.

“Don’t ever fucking do that again. I’m serious.” He said in that deep gravel voice I loved so much.

“I won’t but you definitely better keep fucking me like that.” I teased.

He chuckled softly then kissed me again.

“I can do that baby. Gotta satisfy my dirty little cock slut.” He said with a teasing grin.

I groaned grabbing his face and pulling him completely down on the bed.

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