Sons of Anarchy preference: how they react to having a naive and optimistic S/O
Jax
He has got that smirk on his face whenever you’re at the clubhouse, making the Sons happy with your constantly upbeat attitude. He has some darkness in his conflicted soul but seeing how soft you are makes him think you can keep the darkness at bay.
Opie
This big ball of anxiety is always so worried about you out on your own but has no idea how to properly express that so you’ll catch him brooding an awful lot. Just keep smothering him in love if you wanna see that smile grace his pretty face.
Tig
Poor Tiggy is so conflicted by his love for you. On the one hand, you are so innocent and must be protected at all costs. On the other, you are so innocent and he wants to corrupt you so badly. Only Tig can cause any corruption of your innocence though; if any other Son tries to crush that hopeful optimism, he will lose it.
Chibs
The Scot is torn between being in love with your innocent optimism and frustrated by your naïveté. He has seen so many terrible things and just wants you to be aware of the bad in the world just enough to protect yourself.
Happy
The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one? The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one. He is just drawn to your happiness and how you so eagerly share it and will destroy anyone who tries to change it.
Juice
This poor angel gets caught in his own head a lot and your innocent demeanor always pulls him out of it. He loves absolutely everything about you and feeds off your energy and will do everything in his power to preserve that innocent light that shines from you.
Piney threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, ruffling the top of your head fondly; in many ways, he was just as much of a father figure to you as your uncle Clay was, possibly even more so. Clay was the one you went to for good advice but Piney was the one you went to when you just needed a kind ear to listen to your problems. You stood together and watched as the guys sped out of the Teller-Morrow backlot; they were headed on a ‘blood drive’ for the Children’s hospital, or at least that’s what you’d been told. Honestly, sometimes you swore all the guys thought you were born yesterday when they tried lying to you - it was clear that their journey had nothing to do with charity and was actually a cover up for something all the more sinister. You didn’t care that Jax had lied to you because you knew he did it for your own protection and peace of mind, you just hoped they all made it back alive.
Between everything that was going on with the club and the feud between your uncle and brother, the chances of someone coming home in a body bag were higher than ever.
“I gotta take Abel home,” You told Piney. “He’s staying with me while Jax is away.” The old man smiled at you, one of the most genuine smiles you’d seen coming from him since you first got back. “How’s all that going?” He asked. “You enjoying motherhood?” You scoffed. “I wouldn’t call it motherhood, but I love taking care of him. He’s the calmest kid ever, some days I can’t even believe he’s Jax’s.” “You’ll be more of a mother to that boy than anyone else ever will,” Piney said. “And it suits you, Y/N.” You ignored the pain that blossomed behind your right eye. Talking about this was going to give you a migraine. “Thanks, Piney. You should come over later, I’m doin’ dinner for Gem.”
Piney kissed your forehead and disappeared into the clubhouse. You picked up Abel’s car seat being careful not to wake him and loaded it into the back of your Jeep. As a general rule, you took your bike over your car no matter where you were going, but today you were transporting precious cargo, meaning you’d had to trade in your Harley. It was worth it if it meant you got to spend time with your God son. You gave him a bottle to drink on the way to the grocery store before getting behind the wheel and pulling out of the lot.
-
You grabbed what you needed and was in the middle of putting Abel back in the car when Gemma ran past you. At first you didn’t even realise it was her, but when you spun around and saw her chasing a blonde you didn’t recognise, you knew you had to run after her. You couldn’t exactly leave Abel so you took him with you, cradling his head against your chest as you jogged after her, hoping they wouldn’t make it far so you could catch up.
You swore under your breath. Why could nobody just have a normal bloody day in Charming?
When you rounded the corner, you saw Tara was also chasing Gemma, although you had no idea where she’d come from. The blonde woman that had Gemma rattled climbed into a car with a guy you recognised but couldn’t place, leaving Gemma standing dumbfounded on the sidewalk. Before you could get to her, Tara came up behind her and reached out to put a hand on her shoulder; the next thing you knew, Gemma was clocking her in the face.
“Shit,” You sighed, jogging over to the two of them. “What the hell is going on?!” “Y/N?” Gemma said. “What are you doing here?” “I was getting groceries and I saw you run past. Who was that?” Tara was clutching her nose, blood dripping between her fingers. “I need to go to St Thomas. This is definitely broken.” “You broke her nose?!” You yelled. “Gemma, what-” “Not on purpose. If I wanted to break her nose, I would’ve done it a long time ago.” “My car is around the corner,” You said, shaking your head. “I’ll drive.”
-
While Tara got her nose looked at you and Abel waited with Gemma in the hospital’s chapel. You didn’t consider yourself to be a religious person, not after the things you’d been through in your lifetime. Surely if there was a God he wouldn’t just sit back and watch while people suffered so greatly, right? So sitting in the chapel with Gemma was just like sitting in an ordinary room. You gave Abel your car keys to play with while he sat in your lap and tried to work out the best way to go about talking to Gemma about what had happened. Having grown up under her care, you knew Gemma well, and you could tell just by looking at her that she was currently at war with her own mind.
Tara poked her head around the door and once she saw the three of you sitting there, she came over and joined you, reaching out and letting Abel wrap one of his tiny hands around her finger. “How’s your nose?” You asked.
“It’s gonna be fine,” She explained. “It isn’t broken.” You nodded. “That’s good.” Gemma sighs. “I’m sorry.” “Guess I’m lucky you didn’t blow my head off,” The ghost of a smile flickers across Tara’s face. “You okay? That running couldn’t have felt good.” You wondered what Tara was talking about, but then it dawned on you just how much pain Gemma was probably in after what happened to her. She shook her head. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “Who was the girl?” When Gemma didn’t respond, Tara looks to you for help, but you have no idea what to say either. “Jesus Christ Gemma, you have to talk about what happened. I know what it’s like to keep something like this inside.” You realised what Tara is doing and it occurred to you that maybe if Gemma heard that you both understood what she was going through to some level she might feel like opening up. “So do I,” You said. She scoffs. “I doubt that.” “You know why I was carrying that gun a few months ago?” Tara presses. “The fed. You got a restraining order.” “Yeah.” “He went after you?” Tara and Gemma lock eyes. “Yeah.” “Raped you?” “Uh, it almost went there. I was able to stop him.” Gemma looked the way you felt - abhorred. “Does Jax know?” She asked incredulously. Tara nodded. “I had to tell someone. I… I knew it would eat me up if I didn’t.” You and Gemma looked at each other knowingly. “What did Jax do?” “Well, there was nothing he could do. Kohn was already gone,” You knew that was bullshit. “My point is, you need to get this thing outta your head before you kill someone.” “Tara’s right,” You interjected. “Keeping shit like this to yourself ruins your life, Gem.” “And what would you know about it?” Abel shifted in your lap and you looked at him, tears already blurring your vision. “I didn’t come back to Charming because I was homesick. I came back because I almost had a baby with a man who used to beat me when he drank.” Tara gasped while Gemma just stared at you, open mouthed. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You smiled sadly. “This is the point I was trying to make.” “You could’ve talked to me, darl,” Gemma reached out and took your hand. “But I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to get the words out. Telling Jax and Opie was bad enough, I had no idea how to go about telling you.” “Does Clay know?”
You shook your head. You could imagine how your uncle would react if you told him about your ex, and right now that was more than you were able to handle. Maybe once Gemma had told Clay her story and he’d processed that you could tell him about your past, but until then you had no desire to bring it into the present.
“The point is, keeping this to myself and making the conscious decision not to deal with it had me running home with my tail between my legs,” You explained. “I’m not saying that I regret coming back to Charming, but maybe if I’d opened up to someone about it I wouldn’t have felt the need to run. You need to deal with what happened to you before your trauma starts calling all the shots.”
-
Abel stared up at you with wide, curious eyes when you started to sing him an old country song you loved as a teenager. You were giving him his afternoon bottle and attempting to lull him to sleep, hoping he would nap for a couple of hours so you could get some writing done. Since you’d spent most of the week taking care of Abel, the two of you had a pretty good routine down and as his eyes started to droop as he fell asleep, it dawned on you that there was nothing else in this world quite as precious to you as your god son. If anything ever happened to him, you would personally see to it that hell was raised and somebody paid a pretty price.
Being careful not to wake him, you laid him down in his travel crib and crept downstairs, but before you could even open your laptop and get to writing, somebody knocked on the front door. You assumed it was Jax coming to collect Abel since the guys were supposed to be coming home from the run this afternoon, but when you opened the door you were face to face with Juice.
You blinked in surprise. You hadn’t spoken to Juice since the wrap party. Truthfully, you’d been avoiding him, but now that you were looking him in the eye you couldn’t for the life of you remember why. “Hey,” he grinned. “Hey yourself,” You smiled. “What’re you doing here?” “We just got back and I thought I’d come over and check in.” You stepped aside and gestured for Juice to come inside. “You want something to drink?” “I’ll take a beer if you’ve got one.” “Sure.”
Juice followed you through to the kitchen and perched himself on the counter while you fetched two beers from the fridge. He shrugged out of his kutte and a slew of inappropriate thoughts went through your head as you found yourself wondering what he looked like underneath the rest of his clothes. You handed him his beer - avoiding eye contact entirely - and leaned against the opposite counter, putting a fair bit of distance between the two of you.
“So, you came to check on me?” Juice grinned sheepishly. “Kind of. I realised we hadn’t really spoken since the party and I wondered if there was something wrong.” Internally, you flinched. You’d hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Nothing’s wrong, just had a lot going on between babysitting Abel and trying to start my next project.” “Okay,” Juice sipped his beer. “I thought maybe you regretted what happened.” “Why, do you?” “Nope.” “I don’t regret it,” You told him. “I just don’t know how I feel about it.” Juice slid off the counter and closed the distance between the two of you. He didn’t make any moves to touch you, but the proximity was enough to stop your heartbeat. “That doesn’t sound good.” “I-” “Maybe you just need it to happen again so you can figure it out.” You raised a brow. “You think so?” “Yeah, I do.” There was no point trying to put a stop to the inevitable, so you let Juice grab you by the waist and lift you onto the kitchen island. “Maybe you’re right.”
He began peppering kisses along the side of your neck and your jaw, leaving a trail all the way to your lips, which he took between his teeth before finally kissing you. You released a quiet, breathy moan and wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, locking him in, even though there was no way he would have moved anyway. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip and you let him in, exploring his mouth with your own tongue while he tangled his hands in your hair.
“Figured it out yet?” He asked breathlessly. You smirked. “Not yet.”
This seemed to be the final push that Juice needed and before you could react he swept you up off the counter and headed for the stairs, all without breaking the passionate kiss that the two of you were wrapped up in. You wrapped your legs even more tightly around his waist and gasped at the friction this caused; it had been so long since you had been intimate with someone and as a result, your body was both excited and nervous simultaneously.
Juice kicked your bedroom door shut behind you and laid you down on the bed, kicking off his boots before climbing on top of you. After a while, you began to get desperate to feel his skin against yours, so you tugged on the hem of his t-shirt, practically begging for him to take it off. He pulled away from you and sat up, a shit-eating grin spread across his face - he knew that he had you right where he wanted you.
“You first,” He said, trailing his fingers underneath the waistband of your denim shorts. A shiver ran through your entire body, but you did as Juice told you. “Now you.”
Obviously you knew he was in fairly good shape and you’d had a pretty decent idea of what he looked like underneath his clothes since the day you met him, but nothing could have prepared you for actually seeing it. He was genuinely the most gorgeous man you had ever seen, ripped and toned in all the right places, and the sight of him laid practically bare in front of you was making you feel some type of way. You unclasped your bra without needing to be told and pulled him back down, reconnecting your lips in a fiery kiss. His skin was warm against yours and you couldn’t wait to get even closer; hell, you wanted to crawl up inside the man and stay there forever.
You were genuinely in awe of how naturally things seemed to be flowing between the two of you, the way you were able to communicate your desires to Juice without needed to use words like you could somehow speak telepathically. You both ridded one another of the rest of your clothes and after you had fetched a condom from your bedside drawers, Juice pushed into you. After being practically celibate for the better part of a year, it was initially quite painful and - as though he sensed this - Juice made sure to go slow and gentle until you gave him the word to speed up.
You and Juice became a tangle of limbs beneath the sheets, coaxing each other towards your highs. Part of you didn’t want it to end; never in your life had you been with such a caring man, it was like having sex for the first time all over again.
When you were both finished - and Juice made sure you did finish - you cuddled up next to him with your head resting on his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his breathing and the steady beat of his heart.
You could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “Figured it out now?” “I think so,” You teased. “Might have to try again just to be certain.”
-
There was lots to get done at TM that day, cars that needed servicing and repairing, books to check, payslips to hand out. As per usual, you were one of the few mechanics actually getting these tasks done, mainly because the club was knee deep in bullshit again, meaning all the guys were tied up. You had just finished changing the oil of a beamer and you were desperate to go home and take a shower, partly because you were sweating through your overalls and partly because the energy at the garage was so low, you didn’t really want to hang around much longer.
You were contemplating heading home when the explosion happened.
One minute everything was normal, the next your ears were ringing and the mini van that had just been brought into the lot was up in flames and Chibs was being thrown across the asphalt. The only other time your heart had stopped within your chest like this was when you found out that you were pregnant, but at least then you’d had the opportunity to brace yourself. Now, as you found yourself sprinting across the lot to get to Chibs, it felt like your heart would never beat again. Everyone had had the same reaction as you and you’d all formed a protective circle around Chibs as Tara knelt down next to him to check that he still had a pulse.
In the time it had taken for you to get from one side if the lot to the other, everything had suddenly became clear to you and it dawned on you that you were much more invested in the Scotsman lying half dead on the floor than you had first thought. By the time the ambulance arrived and Juice had wrapped a protective arm tightly around your shaking shoulders, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to cope if Chibs didn’t make it, and you had figured out exactly how you felt. Deep down, you’d always known that your ex wasn’t the only reason you’d come home, but you just hadn’t been able to put your finger on why until now.
When you came back to Charming, you expected a lot of different things, but one thing you most certainly hadn’t been expecting was being in the funeral procession for Donna Winston, a woman you’d known for fifteen years, a member of your family. Opie had asked you if you would ride next to him and of course you had agreed; there was a banner reading ‘FUNERAL’ taped to the front of your Harley and every now and again you’d steal a worried glance at your brother. He kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead. Jax was nowhere to be seen and you were pissed that he hadn’t shown up to support Opie, but that couldn’t be your main concern right now. Riding through Charming Cemetery in front of Donna’s hearse was a surreal experience, and not in a good way. You felt this inarticulable, dull ache in your chest that had started the second you found out about her brutal murder and had worsened with every passing day. You had loved her like a sister and in some ways you’d ended up closer to her than Tara, but losing her was more than that; it was proof that all was not well here at home and that everything was more uncertain than it had ever been. Donna’s death was cataclysmic and you hadn’t bargained for such difficulties. You were sorting through so much shit that you genuinely didn’t know if you had any space left in your brain to take on more.
The service was beautiful and the very least that Donna deserved. Jax showed up halfway through and made an example of himself, but mostly everyone ignored him. He had his own shit going on in his head that he needed to deal with, and you would help him the best you could, but not today. Today was about being there for Opie, Piney and the kids. After the burial, you headed back to Opie’s house for the wake which was an extremely pitiful affair. Growing up, Opie had been hard to read, but the older you both got the more difficult it became to understand his emotions. You sat outside in the garden with him watching the kids on the swings, digging through your vocabulary in an attempt to find words that would console him without pissing him off.
So far, you hadn’t been successful.
“I don’t need to talk about it,” He told you. “Okay, Ope. But if you change your mind, you know you can come to me with anything. And if you need help with the kids, just let me know.” “I will.”
You really didn’t know what else to say, so you just got up and hugged him. It took him a while to hug you back and when he did it was half-hearted, but you knew that was the best you were going to get from him at that moment. You went inside and found Jax leaning against the counter with a beer; he looked far too casual for a wake so you smacked him round the back of the head.
“What was that for?” He frowned. “This isn’t the fucking clubhouse, it’s Donna’s wake.” He rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ.” “Don’t ‘Jesus Christ’ me, Jackson Teller. Come outside. I gotta talk to you.”
He followed you out to the front of the house. You perched on your bike and did the same since his was parked right next to yours. You could tell by the expression on his face that he knew where this conversation was headed.
“What’s goin’ on?” You asked. “Since I’ve been back, I’ve watched someone I love get killed and another get thrown in jail. I feel like I’ve walked into a warzone.” “That’s because you have,” He spat. “Things ain’t what they used to be. Not with the club, not with me, not with Ope.” “So I’m realising.” “The club is involved in a lot of shit and Clay can’t see that we need to get out before it’s too late to come back from it. We need change, but he won’t accept that.” You understood that your uncle was stuck in his ways, a stickler for tradition. He liked to do things the way they’d always been done and anyone that challenged him never got their way; why would Jax be any different? “You know what he’s like. He likes things done his way.” “Yeah, but his way is gonna get SAMCRO wiped out. We’ve already got ATF breathin’ down our necks.” “No shit?” “I wish that was the worst of it,” Jax swigged his beer. He was more stressed than you’d ever seen him. “I found this book that my old man wrote,” He told you. “It’s about what he really wanted for the club. His vision.” “And what was his vision?” Jax smiled sadly. “Not this.” “Can I read it?” “Sure. Just don’t tell Clay. And don’t tell Gemma, either.” You nodded. “Alright.”
For a while, you sat in comfortable silence. The entire club and anybody affiliated had come to Donna’s wake and the street was lined with an assortment of Harley Davidsons. You looked at each one, trying to figure out who each one belonged to. Since the Prospect’s bike was white, it was pretty easy to pick out and you could tell that the Dyna next to it was Juice’s because you’d been working on it with him for a couple of weeks, but since Donna’s death you hadn’t really had much time to talk to him. In actual fact, you’d steered clear of TM because the energy there was enough to give you a migraine. You and Gemma had been focusing on prepping your new house for the move, buying furniture (which Half-Sack had the joys of building) and choosing wallpaper samples.
You took out your pack of cigarettes and lit one, desperate for something to do with your hands. Funerals made you antsy because you always felt like there was more you could be doing, even when there wasn’t. When you glanced at Jax, he was already watching you, worry etched into his features.
“Why’d you really come home, Y/N?” He asked. You almost dropped your cigarette. “I told you, I-” “I know that’s all bullshit. It’s not because you missed us, it’s not because you got bored of Colorado. Something happened to you, didn’t it?” You sighed. “Somethin’s telling me you already know the answer.” “Ope told me some of it.”
You nodded. It didn’t surprise you that Opie had told Jax, and not even because of their brotherly bond with each other; it was more because of their brotherly bond with you, and when one of them felt that you needed protecting, they always enlisted the help of the other.
“So what did he tell you exactly?” “He told me that your ex was a dick and that he used to beat on you.” You flinched. “That all?” “There’s more?” Jax looked like he was about to be sick. “Had an abortion,” You took a long drag of your cigarette. “He got me pregnant and I knew he’d use the kid as a way of keeping me close, so I got rid of it.” Jax stood up and set his bottle of beer down on the seat of his bike. Seemingly, he didn’t know whether to hug you or hit something. “Jesus Christ, Y/N.” “I also didn’t want him doing what he did to me to a child,” You murmured. “It wouldn’t have been fair.” You put your cigarette out and Jax took both of your hands, pulling you up off your bike. He wrapped his arms around you. “I wish you would have come to me.” “I’m here now.” “I assume there’s no point in asking what his name is or where he lives?” You managed a laugh. “Nope. Not a chance. He’s not worth it.” “Fuck, Y/N,” He sighed. “I’m so sorry you went through all of that.” “Don’t be sorry. Wasn’t your fault.” “Is it just me and Ope that know?” “So far, yeah. I’ll tell Clay and Gem eventually, I just need a little more time.” “I can tell them if you want, if that’s any easier.” “Yeah,” You relaxed somewhat. “Yeah, thanks Jax. I don’t really feel like telling this story a third time.” “No worries, babe.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”
-
Since Donna’s funeral, you’d had two main focuses: Opie and the kids and your house. Opie was keeping everyone at an arm’s length which was a force of habit for him, but you were doing your best helping Piney with school runs and whatever else you could. The rest of your time was spent putting the finishing touches on your new house, which you were moving into that day. It truly was a gorgeous house and you couldn’t have asked for anything better. When you pulled up to the property, the first thing you saw was the expansive front lawn, winding stone path with a matching driveway which led to the huge double garage where you already knew you’d spend a lot of your time. The house itself was clad with dark oak panels which matched the front porch and door and all of the windows were massive, allowing for plenty of natural light - the bay window in the front room was one of the main reasons you’d chosen the house.
“I’m in the wrong business,” Chibs elbowed you playfully. “Should be writing books instead of fixing cars.” You smiled at him. “I don’t make that much.” He guffawed. “No need to be modest, love.”
Most of the Sons were helping you move into your home. The midday sun beat down on your back as you hauled box after box into the house - you’d finally arranged for the rest of your belongings to be shipped to California with your overly-helpful assistant who you’d been eager to leave behind. Happy and Juice were upstairs putting your bed together, Chibs and Jax were helping you with boxes, Gemma was unloading the massive grocery shop she’d just done for you in the kitchen and Clay and Tig were putting your bookcases together. You paused in the doorway after dumping a box on the floor to catch your breath and put your hair up. Winters in Colorado might have been unforgiving, but summers in California were downright lethal.
“Slackin’ already?” Chibs teased.
You flipped him off and headed through to the kitchen for a glass of water. Gemma took one sight of your flustered self and started making fresh lemonade.
“You don’t have to do that.” “I was gonna do it anyway, might as well start now,” She smiled. “How’s it goin’?” “Good, almost done with the boxes. Unpacking them is gonna be the fun part.” You rolled your eyes. “We’ll do it tomorrow night if you like? We’ll open a bottle of wine, order some takeout.” You grinned. “That sounds great, thanks Gem.” “You’re coming to Bobby’s party tonight, right?” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You assured her. “I’m glad he’s finally getting out.” “Me too. Hey, maybe he’ll get his guitar out and you guys can sing like you used to.” “Maybe.”
You looked back on these particular memories fondly. Growing up, Bobby had taught you how to play the guitar and you’d learned that you could actually sing pretty well if you put your mind to it. You’d spent countless afternoons with him learning different songs and losing track of time. He was just as much your uncle as Clay was and you had a very strong bond with him. To say you were excited for him to be getting out of jail would be an understatement.
“I’m gonna go and see how Juice and Hap are getting on upstairs.” “Okay darl. I’ll call you when the lemonade is ready.”
In your bedroom, Juice and Happy were arguing over which part screwed into which. All of the bedrooms in your new house had a Juliette balcony and the guys had thrown the doors wide open to let in some fresh air. They were both shirtless, a sight that wasn’t exactly unwelcome. When they saw you standing in the doorway, Juice and Happy both looked up.
“Why’d you have to buy the most complicated bed in the world?” Juice whined. “There’s like a thousand parts to this thing.” You shrugged. “It was the biggest one they had.” “Why’d you need a Queen sized bed when it’s just you sleepin’ in it?” Chibs came up behind you with a large box labelled bedroom and nudged you to the side with it. “You can’t say that to a lady, Juicy Boy,” He chastised. “How do ye know she’s gonna be alone in that bed forever?” Juice frowned. “I don’t, but-” “Quit yer moanin’,” He interjected. “And get back to work.”
Chibs smirked at you on his way out and you couldn’t help but smirk back - you had no idea where this flirty banter had come from, but you weren’t exactly opposed to it. Juice seemed to catch on to this and immediately diverted his gaze from you back to the instruction manual for your bed. You knew he had a bit of a thing for you and if you were being completely honest with yourself, seeing him shirtless covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened in the sun had forced you to see him in a new light. Literally. Happy watched you come to this conclusion with an amused look on his face, and you headed back downstairs before he could say anything to you about it.
Seeing everyone bustling around your house, helping you to make it a home, made you happier than you had been since the early days in Colorado, except this was even better because your family was a part of it. There was a box labelled keepsakes in front of you, and it had sparked your curiosity. You took your keys out of your pocket and sliced through the tape. Inside the box were your photo albums, some of your old journals, your film camera and a bunch of used rolls of film. This was a hobby from your teenage years and there had been a period where you weren’t spotted without this camera on you. In the top of the box was a pack of new film which you decided to load into the camera; chances were it wouldn’t even work, but you decided if it meant you’d be able to commemorate this day, it would be worth a try.
You pointed the camera at Clay and Tig who were both bent over one of your obnoxiously large bookcases. Your uncle noticed the camera and grinned at you.
“Haven’t seen that thing in years.” “Neither have I,” You confessed. “I forgot I had it.” He came over to where you were standing. “You got any of your old pictures?” You gestured towards the box of albums. “I still need to get the later ones developed. I think it’d be cool to see what’s on those rolls.”
Clay picked out an album at random and flipped to the first page. There were three photos: one of Gemma and Clay in Christmas hats kissing underneath the mistletoe, one of you and Jax opening gifts that Gemma must have taken and one of Jax by himself, grinning like a fool at the camera. Your chest ached at the thought of simpler times, and judging by the look on Clay’s face, he was thinking the exact same thing. He turned to the next page which was full of photos that had been taken on the same day. There was Piney in one of the paper Christmas crowns you got from crackers, Opie and Jax playing cards at the dinner table, Gemma in the kitchen fussing over the roast and Clay looking very regal with a cigar at the head of the table. There was also a photo of you and your uncle taken by Jax, which Clay slid out of it’s spot.
“Can I have this one?” “Sure,” You said. “I think I’m gonna frame some of these for the house. Seems like such a waste, keeping them all shut in a box.” “You should start taking pictures again,” He suggested. You’d never really thought about it. “I don’t even know why I stopped.”
Although when you thought about it, you did know why you’d stopped. You took photos of the people you loved and cared about - the people you were scared of losing - and when you moved to Colorado you left all of those people behind. For you, there was nobody worth photographing in Denver because they were all in Charming.
And here they all were, right in front of you. You lifted the camera to your face and snapped a candid shot of Chibs and Jax smoking on the porch, laughing at a shared inside joke. It was definitely one for the wall.
“Lemonade!” Gemma called from inside the house.
You found the strap for the camera inside the box so you could put it around your neck. Tig and Clay disappeared to get a drink and you realised just how parched you actually were. You bent over and lifted the box so it was out of the way, and when you looked up, you met Chibs’ eye as he and Jax made their way through to the kitchen. A strange feeling settled over you when he winked at you for the second time that day, but before you could unpack it, Juice came bounding down the staircase, almost knocking you out.
He seemed to have perfect timing.
-
Later that same day, you were getting ready for the party. Everyone had gone home just an hour earlier after a big dinner at your new house cooked by you and Gemma; you had Christened the new dining table and poured over the old photo albums you’d stumbled upon, much to everyone’s amusement. Juice and Happy were especially taken with the photographs as they’d all been struggling to picture you being a part of this unusual life they all led. But, as it turned out, you’d once fitted perfectly - before they’d even known what paths they’d take in life - and even though they didn’t say it out loud they all thought that you still fitted perfectly. Especially now that you had a bike of your own.
You were sitting cross-legged in front of your full-length mirror doing your makeup (your vanity was one of the things that hadn’t gotten done today) and singing along to the music that was playing loudly from your home sound system, another one of the things that had sold you on the property. It was so loud that you almost missed the sound of your doorbell ringing. You paused the song and waited to see if your ears were deceiving you, which apparently they hadn’t been because the doorbell was indeed ringing.
When you went down to open the door, you were more than just a little bit surprised by the person standing on the other side of it.
“Sup Doc,” You forced a smile.
You didn’t like Tara, but if she and Jax were serious about giving things another shot then you would tolerate her. If Jax could forgive her (and you) for splitting, then you supposed you could too. Maybe. She held a bunch of flowers out to you and you took them.
“Little homecoming gift,” She said. “This place is gorgeous.” “Thanks. They say home is where the heart is.” “Your writing has really taken off then?” “Majorly,” You told her about all of your books and some upcoming deals you had with publishing houses. “Hey, do you wanna come in? I’m getting ready for Bobby’s party, but we can talk at the same time.” Tara smiled. “Sure.”
You were surprised by how easily you and Tara fell back into step. You spent the next hour catching each other up on everything you’d missed since you’d both moved away from Charming, and you started to wonder whether it might be easier than you were expecting to forgive her. You arranged for dinner and cocktails the following week to talk some more.
“You’re really not gonna come to the club with me?” Tara laughed nervously. “It’s really not my scene. Plus, me and Jax aren’t in the best place, we need to sit down and talk properly before I start showing up at the club.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about Jax, I’m inviting you. So will you come? Please? I’d kill to have another girl around.” She smiled genuinely and you could tell that she was relieved that you both seemed to be on the same page again. “Fine, fine. I’ll come.”
-
You and Tara started turning heads the minute you pulled into the lot. It was like being sixteen again. She was on the back of your Harley and you had to admit, you’d done an amazing job with her hair and makeup. You’d also lent her one of your favourite tops, and she looked great in it. Clay and Tig were having a hostile-looking conversation with a pompous looking asshole in a suit, so you and Tara went straight inside to get some beers. Jax spotted you first and started waving you over, but then he saw Tara and stopped. He seemed shocked to see the two of you together and you couldn’t really blame him. Tara went over to speak to him and you took the opportunity to welcome Bobby home.
“Munson!” You yelled. He turned around and when he saw that it was you, he gave you a huge bear hug. “Thanks for coming, Y/N.” “You really think I’d miss this? Hell no. Let me get you a beer.” “Oh, he moved on from beer a little while ago,” Chibs appeared at your side, smirking knowingly. “He might be better suited to a round of shots.” You grinned. “Shots for everyone then,” You turned around and yelled at the Prospect. “Shots for everyone, Sack!”
You ended up spending the majority of the night heavily drinking with the guys. Tara and Jax left pretty early, probably to have that ‘chat’ Tara was talking about earlier. You and Juice were currently seeing who could down the most vodka without throwing up. You won this little competition and Juice had to sprint to the bathroom before he threw up everywhere.
“You’re like a machine,” Half Sack said. “How can you drink that shit without puking. Tastes like gasoline.” You shrugged. Juice had reappeared looking a little bit worse for wear. “Guess I can just handle my booze, unlike some.” Chibs elbowed Juice. “Yer pathetic, ye know that?” Juice rolled his eyes. “Yeah, thanks Chibs.”
Bobby - along with most of the other guys - had either disappeared with a girl or was occupied with one on a couch or table. There was a couple of crow eaters sitting on bar stools giving you the evils, probably jealous of your closeness to the Sons. You hadn’t had to whore yourself in order to get into their good graces and they seemed to have actual respect for you, something they weren’t familiar with. You ignored their glares and focused your attention on Juice who looked like he needed to puke again.
“You look like death.” You said. Chibs laughed. “She’s got a point. Maybe you should call it a night, aye?” “Yeah,” He agreed. “I’m gonna head to bed.” “See you in the morning, Juicy,” You smiled. “Night, Y/N.”
Juice dragged himself off to the dorms and you took yourself outside for a cigarette. Chibs followed you and when you perched yourself on one of the picnic benches, he sat next to you.
“That poor lad almost drank himself into a coma tryin’ to keep up with you,” He pointed out. “He really likes ya.” This was getting harder and harder to deny. “So?” “So, if you like him too, you should tell him,” Chibs offered you one of his cigarettes and you accepted it. “And if not, you should tell him that too. Wouldn’t want anyone getting their hopes up.” You raised a brow. You liked Chibs, he’d been here before you left but you still didn’t know him that well. “What’s this got to do with you?” “I like Juice, I sponsored him when he was a prospect,” Chibs explained. “He’s got a soft heart.” “Yeah, I’m gathering that.”
You looked at Chibs, really looked at him for the first time. There was something inherently dangerous about the man that went beyond surface level things like his scars and his kutte. You could practically feel the electrical current that thrummed through his veins, the sometimes brutal strength that coursed through his blood. His dark hair was peppered with grey and when he leaned over slightly to light his cigarette, it fell into his eyes. He ran his slender fingers through it and glanced up at you, catching your gaze.
“What?” He asked. “Nothing,” You said. “Just thinking.” “Thinking about what?” “I never thought I’d be back here,” You admitted, the alcohol giving you freedom of speech. “I thought that when I left five years ago, I was turning my back on Charming.” “And now?” “And now I can’t even remember why I wanted to leave in the first place.”
The next morning, you woke up to Gemma bringing you a tray with breakfast, coffee and fresh juice on it. Your hangover wasn’t too bad since you hadn’t drunk that much, but you were extremely grateful for the meal. You thanked her and she perched at the end of your bed and drank her own cup of coffee while giving you a rundown on what she’d be getting up to that day.
“Meet me at TM at about 2:30,” She told you. “And then we’ll go to the viewing together.” “Sounds good,” You grinned. “Anything you want me to do this morning?” “You just worry about getting settled in, okay?” “Okay. Hey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” “What’s up?” “Are Jax and Tara back together?” You knew he’d tell you eventually, but you didn’t want to wait to have your suspicions confirmed. “Pretty much,” She sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, personally, but try telling that to Jax.”
You remembered the way things ended between the two of them all too well and it pained you to imagine him going through all of that again. If Tara was here to stay then fine, but if she planned on packing up and splitting again, you’d personally hunt her down and kill her.
“If he brings it up to me, I’ll tell him exactly what I think.” Gemma sipped her coffee. “He might actually listen to you.” You scoffed. “We’ll see.” “What about you, darl? Got a special someone I should know about?”
You shovelled a forkful of scrambled eggs into your mouth and thought about a possible answer to that question. There had been someone, but it hadn’t ended well for anyone involved and the breakup was one of the things that had pushed you into making the decision to move back to Charming. As much as you wanted to talk to Gemma about all of this - she always was the one to go to whenever you needed to get anything off your chest - you didn’t know whether it was a good time, and you didn't’ want her to think that it was the only reason you’d come home.
“Nobody,” You said. “Thank God. Haven’t got the energy for any men in my life right now. They’re far too much work.” “Amen to that,” She offered you a sympathetic smile. “The prospect seemed to take a shine to you.” “Half-sack? He’s cute, but not my type.” “Probably for the best. He just got his heart broken.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” She shook her head. “It’d take me all damn day to tell you that story. Plenty of time for that.” “2:30 at TM?” “Yes, I’ll see you then.”
You finished your breakfast and got ready for the day, taking your time to shower, do your hair and put a little bit of makeup on. You’d almost forgotten how to dress for the hot, Californian summers, but you found a pair of blue denim Dickies overalls in your chest of drawers, one of the many things you hadn’t taken with you to Colorado. Underneath, you threw on a white bralette since it was too warm for much else and then you laced up your Docs. Since you had a few hours to kill before your house viewing, you decided to head over to Opie’s to see Donna and the kids.
There were two bikes on the drive which meant that both Opie and Jax were there. Donna opened the door and beamed when she saw that it was you. “Y/N!” She pulled you in for a hug. “Ope said you were back! I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.” “Well, here I am,” You grinned. “How you been?” “Oh, you know, gettin’ by. How about you?” “Pretty good. Got sick of the mountains.” You followed her through to the kitchen where she was preparing lemonade. “Want some?” “Please. Jax and Ope out back?” “Yeah, they’re digging through all our old baby shit, trying to find some stuff for Abel. He’s coming home soon.” “I never thought I’d see the day where Jax had a kid.” “Neither did I,” She replied. “I think it’ll be good for him. It was for Opie, kinda forced him to pull his head out of his ass.” You laughed. “Yeah, having kids seems to have that effect on men.”
You caught up while Donna finished making the lemonade and then you helped her take a couple of glasses out to the guys. When Jax and Opie saw you, they both kissed your forehead by way of greeting.
“What are you doing here?” Jax asked. “Came to see Donna,” You explained. “Find anything for the baby?” “Yeah, crib and a carseat. How much you want for this stuff, Ope?” Opie waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”
Both you and Jax noticed Donna flinch at this, so you struck up a conversation with Opie while Jax gave Donna some cash on the down low. You offered him a cigarette from your pack and lit one for yourself, listening to Opie talk about his job chipping wood and how much he hated it. You suspected it would only be a matter of time before he jacked it in and went back to the club full time, but you kept this thought to yourself.
“What about you, are you working on anything new?” “Got a couple new ideas,” You said. “Thinking of writing a book about Charming and all of the crazy shit that happens.” Opie grinned. “We better get some of the royalties.” “Of course, I’ll split it 50/50 with the club.” You and Opie sat down on the decking and smoked your cigarettes. “So, why are you really back?” He asked. “Last time we spoke you were doing just fine. Didn’t you have a boyfriend?” You swallowed thickly. “That’s over. He was an asshole.” Opie raised a brow. “Why?” Out of everyone, Opie was the one you felt most comfortable with and you used to share everything growing up, but you knew you had to be careful about how you phrased this because you knew he’d get on his bike and go and tear your ex’s head off. “We fought a lot, he got physical a few times and I just knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid like marry him.” “Shit Y/N, why didn’t you tell anyone?” “Can you imagine?” You snorted. “Jax, Clay and Gemma would have all been in prison right next to you if I’d told them.” “Good point. Still wish you hadn’t gone through that all alone.” “Me too,” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. “I got pregnant.” “You what?” You looked to Jax and Donna to make sure they weren’t listening. “I couldn’t stand the thought of raising a kid with him, and I wasn’t ready to do it on my own, so I got rid of it.” “Shit.” “Yeah.” “That’s why you’re back?” He murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Too many bad memories in Denver. I had to get out, come back and be with my family.” “For what it’s worth, I think it’s good that you’re back.” “Me too, Ope. Me too.”
-
You left your bike at TM while you and Gemma went to view your potential new house on the other side of town. It was a gorgeous little place, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and tons of outdoor space. You planned on turning one of the guest bedrooms into a home office where you could write and the garage was more than big enough for you to work on your bike when you needed to. Sure, you could afford a bigger place, but you didn’t need it. Gemma seemed to agree that it was pretty much perfect for you, and the estate agent told you that you could collect the keys at the end of the week. With that, you were officially the owner of real estate in Charming, and you couldn’t be more relieved. On the drive back to TM, you and Gemma discussed shipping the rest of your belongings to California, colour schemes for the bedrooms and which bedroom she’d sleep in when she needed a break from Clay. You felt lighter than you had in months and even though you’d grown up in Charming, it was a fresh start for you, a way to put all of the shit you’d dealt with over the last year behind you.
“Abel comes home in a few days,” She said. “I’m throwing a party.” “I’d expect nothing less.” “You gonna be there?” “Of course I’ll be there. Jax made me Abel’s Godmother.” “He did?” “Yeah, yesterday when we went to the hospital.” Gemma smiled fondly. “Abel’s lucky to have you. You’re gonna make a great mother someday.” You flinched. “Thanks, Gem.”
When you got back to TM, it was pretty much empty. The guys were on club business so you asked Gemma if you could use one of the bays to tinker with your bike for a couple hours until they got back, and of course she said yes. You made yourself some coffee and went to work, thankful to have something to keep you occupied for a while. When you worked on your bike, your mind didn’t have a lot of places it could run to, so it kept your thoughts in check and prevented you from spiralling, something that you were in danger of doing a lot these days. You hardly looked up from your bike for the next few hours and by the time you heard the familiar rumble of engines coming into the lot, it was well past five.
Juice appeared beside you, startling you slightly. He was admiring your Harley, watching you work on it.
When you locked eyes, he checked himself. “Sorry,” He grinned. “It really is beautiful.” “It’s alright. I know.” You mirrored his contagious smile and his seemed to grow. “I was gonna work on mine,” He mentioned. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all. Sorry, I kinda set up shop.” “S’okay. Just don’t tell Tiggy that you’re using his tools.” “Tiggy can kiss my ass.”
That’s how you ended up spending the entire evening with Juice Ortiz, working on your bikes, cracking open a few beers, ordering some pizza and getting to know each other. You liked how easy it was to be yourself around him, how comfortable he made you feel. He was kind hearted and soft in nature and talking with him quieted your deafening intrusive thoughts to a low murmur. He told you about his past, how he came to be a Son and how he felt about being a part of the MC, and in turn you told him about your childhood in Charming and the first few years in Colorado, bulldozing over the parts about your abusive ex. From one of the picnic benches outside of the clubhouse, Jax and Opie watched this entire exchange.
“You think he likes her?” Opie asked. “Probably, but Y/N would eat him alive.” They both laughed. “She told me some pretty heavy shit earlier. She was seeing a guy but he turned out to be a shithead.” Jax’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” “He used to beat on her. She downplayed it, but I think it was pretty serious. Must have been for her to pack up and move back to Charming.” “Can we find out who it was?” Jax growled. “Denver isn’t that far.” “Y/N would flip her shit,” Opie shook his head. “If she wanted us to do something about it, she would have told us about it when it was happening.” “I don’t like the idea of this guy getting away with it.” “Neither do I, but we gotta respect her judgement.” “Juice might be good for her,” Jax contemplated. “Maybe.”
You felt your brothers’ eyes on you and turned around. It was obvious that they were talking about you, and when Jax looked at Juice and then back at you with a subtle wink, you flipped him off. Juice didn’t catch any of this, thankfully.
“I’m gonna head home,” He told you. “Got an early start.” You nodded. “I won’t be far behind you,” He started packing up his tools as you had no idea what came over you, but you found yourself asking, “You going to Abel’s homecoming party?” “Yeah, I’ll be there.” “Cool,” You smiled. “I’ll see you there.” “Not if I see you first.”
Juice shrugged into his kutte and put on his helmet, giving you a small wave as he pulled out of the garage. As soon as he turned the corner, Opie, Jax and Tig approached you, shit-eating grins spread across their faces. You already knew what was coming.
“You and Juicey, huh?” Tig probed. “Clay is gonna cut his head off.” “No, not ‘me and Juicey,’” You argued, wiping your oily hands on the front of Tig’s shirt. “I’ve only just met him.” “That’s never stopped anyone before,” He smirked. “Well, it stops me. I’m not looking for anything serious.” “That’s what they all say.” You chose to ignore Tig, which seemed to be the best way to deal with him. “Jax, I’m gonna head out. Can we go and see Abel?” “Course, babe,” He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m picking Tara up anyway.” “Mhm. You and the Doc seem to be getting pretty cosy again.” “Don’t you start, you sound just like my mother.” “I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment.”
-
The next few days passed by relatively quickly. You spent most of your time helping out at the garage, whether that be doing paperwork and admin stuff with Gemma or working on the cars with Juice and the Prospect. The club seemed to be knee-deep in bullshit and you didn’t see a whole lot of them, but everyone made sure to be there for Abel’s coming home party. It had been a long time since you’d been to Jax’s house and it was a lot tidier than the last time you’d been there thanks to Gemma.
When you walked in with Jax and Abel, the whole room broke out into cheers and you had to swallow the ginormous lump that had formed in your throat; you’d forgotten just how tight-knit of a family you’d left behind, the way they celebrated each other’s milestones as though they were celebrating one of their own. Jax was cradling his baby in his arms, introducing him to anybody that hadn’t met him yet, and you stood back and let him have his moment. It surprised you just how natural Jax was with Abel, how quickly he’d adapted to the role of a father, because the last time you’d seen him he was about as mature as an eighteen year old boy, maybe even less so. Juice came and stood next to you, following your gaze to Jax and Abel.
“You want kids someday?” You asked by way of greeting. “Probably,” He replied. “Makes me want one, you know? Seeing Jax like that.” You nodded. “He made me Abel’s godmother.” “Really? That’s great.” Juice beamed. “Yeah, I couldn’t quite believe it.” “Do you want kids?” You cursed yourself internally. It was your own fault for bringing the topic up. “Maybe if I find the right person to have them with.” Juice agreed. “Must be scary. Bringing a life into the world and being responsible for them for the rest of yours.” “That’s very deep,” You looked at him. “I need a fucking drink.” He chuckled. “I’ll get you a beer.” “Thanks, Juicey.”
He fetched you both a bottle of beer and gestured towards the couch. You ended up being sandwiched between Juice and Piney, which made for some interesting conversation. It was nice to catch up with the old man after so long and you could tell that he’d missed having you around. In some ways, you’d been closer to him than Clay growing up, probably because you spent so much time at Opie’s.
“I bought copies of all your books,” Piney smiled fondly. “Don’t read much, but I read all yours.” Maybe it was hormones or maybe you were overwhelmed with all the emotions that came with being home, but you felt like crying again. “What did you think?” “I liked ‘em all, always knew you’d make it big someday.” “Thanks, Piney. I’ll come over and sign all your copies.” You grinned. “Don’t let your ego get away from you, now,” He ruffled your hair, just like he used to when you were a kid.
The party went on for hours. At one point, you found yourself on the couch holding Abel and catching up with your Uncle Clay. Everything was going fine, despite the fact that Wendy was at the party, shooting daggers at Jax and Tara the entire time. You suspected it had caused a fight between the two since they’d disappeared a little while ago and nobody had seen either of them since. As the night wore on, people gradually started to head home. You were staying to help clean up, so you remained on the couch with the baby, attempting to have a civil conversation with Wendy without ripping her head off.
Donna came over with the two kids who each gave baby Abel a kiss. “Y/N, I’m just taking these two home but then I’m comin’ back to help clean up, okay?” “Sure thing. Gem said she needs dishwasher tablets, do you think you could grab some on the way back?” “Yeah no worries. I’ll only be fifteen minutes or so.” You smiled at her. “Okey dokey.”
When Donna left, you handed the baby over to Wendy and went to find Jax. He was standing outside having a smoke, clearly pissed off after his fight with Tara. He handed you a cigarette without saying a word and you accepted it, digging around in your pocket for your lighter until he handed you his.
“Thanks,” You mumbled. “No worries.” You cleared your throat, unsure of how best to go about this. “So, you and Tara picking up where you left off?” “Tryin’ to.” “How’s it going?” “We’re figurin’ it out as we go,” He explained. “I suppose there’s always gonna be that voice in the back of my head telling me that she’s gonna leave again.”
You liked that you and Jax were still able to talk in this unfiltered way like you used to when you were younger; it proved that your relationship was pretty much bulletproof if you could go five years without seeing one another and still have deep chats over a smoke.
“Yeah, but that’s to be expected,” You assured him. “Why’d she come back?” “You gotta promise not to tell anyone.” He said. You narrowed your eyes but held out your pinky. After a beat, he looped his through yours. “I promise.” “She came back to get away from this creepy fed who was stalking her. This was the only place she felt safe.” You let out a long breath of smoke. “Shit. She’s always running from something.” “Yep.” “So what happened to the fed?” Jax gave you a stern look which was all the information you needed. “Ah.” “You came back at a weird time.” “It would seem that way.” Jax put an arm around your shoulder and you wrapped yours around his waist, leaning into the hug. “It’s good to have you back.” “It’s good to be back.”
You felt at peace, like your heart and soul were finally beginning to mend now that you were home. Millions of stars littered the night sky, shining down on you like well-wishes, and you allowed yourself to get lost in your brother’s embrace; there was nothing quite as comforting in the whole entire world.
But you should have known not to get too comfortable, because not ten minutes later Jax’s phone rang.
: Y/N Morrow is over the moon to be moving back to Charming after spending years away from her family, but they know that something isn’t right. What went so wrong that she had to pack up and move all the way back to California, and what will happen when the past she was running from follows her home?
You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, the deafening roar of your Harley Davidson’s engine announcing your arrival to everyone. You hadn’t told anybody that you were coming and you knew it would be a surprise, especially for your Uncle Clay, and to say that you were excited to see their reactions was the understatement of the year. A line of black bikes were lined up outside the shop, glistening in the scorching, mid-afternoon sun, a telltale sign that most of the Sons were either in church or working in the garage. An unfamiliar blonde guy in a Prospect kutte climbed out of the Teller-Morrow pick-up when he saw you pull in, an inquisitive look on his face. You parked your bike at the very end of the row and took off your helmet, shaking out your Y/H/C curls and getting a carton of cigarettes out of the pocket of your worn leather jacket. The Prospect watched this little show with an open-mouth, and you couldn’t help but toy with him a bit by offering him a cigarette.
“Smoke?” “Uh, n-no thank you,” He stammered. “I’m all good.” He took out his own pack as if to prove this to you. You flashed him your best man eating grin, one that you had been perfecting since your teenage years. “What’s your name, Prospect?” “Half-sack,” He informed you with an embarrassed, lop-sided grin. “That your real name?” “Er, no.” “Do I wanna know why they call you that?” “Probably not.” “Where are the guys?” “I got no idea. You know them?” You smirked. “Guess you could say that. Clay’s my uncle.” “No shit! I didn’t know he had any family besides Gemma.” “Most people don’t. So, is he here?” “He’s probably in the office,” He admired your bike, your pride and joy. “Nice ride.” “Thanks. 883 Superlow. Did all the mods myself.” Half-sack raised a brow. “Clay teach you?” “Jax and Ope, too. And Piney,” You took a long drag of your cigarette. After riding up from Colorado, you were exhausted. It had taken you almost two days and you had only stopped for a short period of time in a dusty old Motel, so it was safe to say that you needed a drink, a few cigarettes and a nap. “As much as I’d love to sit here all day telling you my life story, I should probably let the others know I’m here. It was nice meeting you, Half-sack.” “Yeah, you too…” He trailed off. “I didn’t get your name.” “Y/N Morrow.”
You put out your cigarette with the heel of your boot and headed in the direction of the Clubhouse. It was just as you had remembered it and you couldn’t decide whether this was comforting or not. The smell of smoke and whiskey hit you the minute you walked through the doors, and the chapel doors were closed and it seemed that all the guys were in there, so you took it upon yourself to fix yourself a drink or three while you waited. They were in there a while, and Gemma ended up being the first person other than Half-Sack to greet you.
“Y/N!” She yelled, almost pulling you off the barstool you were perched on in an attempt to hug you. “What are you doing here?! Why didn’t you call?!” You wrapped your arms around her, relaxing instantly. Words couldn’t express how good it felt to be home. “Wanted to surprise you.” “Well, that’s one word for it darlin’,” She held your shoulders, taking in your appearance. “You ride all the way here from Denver?” “Yeah, I thought it’d be hell, but the ride did me good.” “Have you seen Clay yet? He’s gonna lose his shit. What’s it been, five years?” “About that, yeah.”
You didn’t want to talk about those five years you’d spent in Denver. When you left Charming and your entire family behind, you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you felt like you’d never leave home if you didn’t bite the bullet and take a job opportunity that had fallen in your lap. Clay and Gemma had pretty much raised you - your parents were deadbeats, and a sore spot for your uncle - and Jax was pretty much your brother, so leaving had been one of the hardest things for you, but you had spent those five years finding yourself, growing and working on your writing. It had been one long breath of fresh air, a taste of life away from the Sons of Anarchy, but you missed your family and were ready to move back home to be closer to them. And that’s exactly what you told Gemma.
“You got a place to stay, baby?” She asked. “Not yet, but I’m looking at a little house tomorrow afternoon. Buttersweet Rise.” Gemma raised a brow. “That’s a nice neighbourhood. Your books are selling well, I take it?” “Well enough,” You grinned. “I’ll go with you, make sure the landlord doesn’t take any liberties. Stay at our place until you get sorted.” “Thanks, Gem.”
The chapel doors swung open and the guys’ voices spilled out; they were talking and laughing about something, but when they saw you and Gemma sat at the bar, all the voices stopped. Jax was the first one to say anything.
“You gotta be shittin’ me!” He yelled, basically running at you. You met him halfway and let him pick you up and spin you around, sending you into fits of giggles. “Hey, big bro.” He set you down but didn’t let you of you. You looped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here? Did you ride all the way from Denver?” “Yup. I’m coming home.” “What do you mean? For good?” “If that’s okay with you.” Jax grinned and picked you up again. “Of course it’s okay with me.”
When Jax moved aside, Clay was already waiting with open arms. In a weird way, you felt eleven years old again, tucking yourself into your uncle’s arms and feeling the world and it’s pressures melt away. He held you like that for a long time, and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s good to see you, my love.” “You too, Clay. I missed you.” “I wish you would’ve called. Me and Jax would have ridden halfway and met you.” “It’s okay, the journey did me good.” Piney hugged you and kissed both of your cheeks, clearly over the moon to see you. “Gonna call Ope,” He told you. “He’ll wanna come down here and see you.” You looked to your uncle. “When did he get out the clink?” “Few months ago,” He explained. “Donna wants him earning straight, so he’s not around as much as he used to be.”
Bobby and Tig came and hugged you and introduced you to Juice who hadn’t been there when you’d left. He seemed nice enough, someone you could get along and have a laugh with. Chibs was the last one to greet you. The Scotsman took his time taking in your appearance as though he was making sure you were still whole after all this time. Once he was satisfied, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and held you close for a few moments before letting you go. Overall, it was a fairly weird exchange, but you didn’t have time to unpack that right now.
“Jax,” You said, spinning around. “You gotta come see my bike.” He grinned. “Come on then. We got a lot of catching up to do.”
-
Jax wasn’t kidding when he said that the two of you had a lot of catching up to do. The last time you’d spoken, Wendy had just found out that she was pregnant and Jax was a little messed up about it all. Since then, the crank whore you’d despised from the word ‘go’ had almost killed her baby, had to have a premature c-section and had been shipped off to rehab for what felt like the hundredth time. The baby was due home any day now, and his name was Abel.
“That’s a beautiful name, Jax,” You said. “I can’t wait to meet him.” “I’m going to the hospital later on, you should come with me. I’m sure Tara will be surprised to see you.” “Tara?” “She had the same idea as you, apparently. She’s moved back into her Pa’s old place.” “Shit, I didn’t even know,” You leaned against your bike, which Jax was inspecting while he filled you in on everything you had missed, which was clearly a lot. “Haven’t spoken to her in a couple years.” “Yeah, no shit. You basically fell off the face of the earth.” You folded your arms. “I needed space.” “And now?” “It gets lonely up in the Rockies.” Jax laughed. “So you made your fortune and now you’re back in Charming. What’s next?” You lit a cigarette and offered one to Jax. He took one from the carton and gestured for your lighter. “No idea. Maybe I’ll write a book about Charming.” “The amount of shit that’s been happening, you won’t be short of ideas,” Jax took a drag of his cigarette and crouched down to take a closer look at your bike. “This must have set you back a pretty penny. When you left, you were on a piece of shit Street Rod.” “She wasn’t a piece of shit,” You frowned. “Me and Ope fixed her up, she ran just fine.” “I’m surprised she didn’t give up on you halfway to Denver.” “It’s still in my garage,” You told him defensively. “When the rest of my shit gets shipped down here, she’s coming with.” Jax rolled his eyes and smiled. “Always the sentimental one.”
Opie pulled into the lot in his truck, a black and white bandanna keeping the sweat from dripping down his face. He was dressed casually in jeans and a flannel shirt and he was covered in sawdust, presumably from the job that Jax was telling you about (the job that was making him miserable) but you ran at him anyway, squealing in delight when he picked you up. Jax might have been your brother by family connection, but Opie was your brother too. You and him spent the same amount of time together growing up than you did with Jax, maybe even more, and he had taught you pretty much everything you knew about bikes.
“God, I missed you,” You sighed. “It’s been too long.” “Yeah,” He scoffed, setting you down. “And whose fault is that?” “Mine,” You said sheepishly. “But I’m back now. Back for good.” “Get bored of Colorado?” “Nah, I just missed my brothers.” Opie softened and put an arm around your shoulders. “That yours?” He asked, gesturing to your cherry red bike. “Yup.” “Talk about an upgrade.” Jax smirked. “I was just sayin’ the same thing,” He said.
You spent the next hour talking about bikes and everything else you’d missed with Jax and Opie, blissfully unaware of the passing of time. Opie had to get home to see Donna and the kids, so you and Jax headed to St Thomas’ to see the baby. You also suspected that it was to get you out of the way so Gemma could organise a little homecoming for you at the Clubhouse - true SOA style - but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Abel was dozing in his bassinet, and the first thing you noticed when you entered the room was his blue Sons of Anarchy hat. “Start them out young,” You said.
“Exactly.”
Jax picked him up and handed him straight to you. You were taken aback by his tiny, perfect features and they way they resembled Jax’s. You sat down in the rocking chair and adjusted him in your arms so that he was more comfortable, and he stirred slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at you curiously. Your chest ached slightly and you couldn’t explain why since you had never really given kids a second thought before.
“Y/N?” Your head snapped up. Tara Knowles, your best friend throughout high school, was standing in the doorway holding a milk bottle and a clipboard. You had to admit, that uniform looked good on her. “Hey, Tara. Long time no see.” She looked to Jax and then back to you. “What are you doing here?” “Thought it was about time I came home. I could ask you the same question, doll.” She handed you the bottle and you smiled down at Abel who took it willingly. “There’s a good boy.” You didn’t miss the anxious glance she shared with Jax, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later. “I came to sort out my dad’s house, but I think I’ll stay put for a while.” “Me too.” “We should go for drinks.” “I’d like that.” “You should stop by the Clubhouse later,” He told her. “I think there’s gonna be a welcome home party for Y/N.” Tara nodded. “Sure, yeah. I’ll stop by after work.” You flashed her a grin. “I’ll see you then, Doctor.”
She left you and Jax to it, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t seen her since she split for Chicago when you were just teenagers, which had been just as hard on you as it had on Jax but for different reasons. Growing up with guys meant that your friendship with Tara was respite, a way to get away from the chaos for a while, and you had felt the sting of her absence every single day up until you split too. You doubted you’d ever forgive her for it, and it was clear that she knew that.
“Go easy on her,” Jax warned. “She’s had a rough few weeks.” “Yeah? I had a few of those myself when she up and left without a warning.” “You can talk, Y/N.” “Hey, that was different.” “Not that different.” “I’m sorry, Jax.” “I know. We don’t need to talk about it, it’s in the past,” He ran his fingers through his hair that was in desperate need of a cut. “There’s somethin’ I wanna ask you.” “Uh-oh.” “It’s not bad, I promise.” “Go on then.” He crouched down next to the chair and let Abel wrap his tiny hand around one of his fingers. “I was wonderin’ if you’d be his godmother.” You froze. You were at a loss for words. “Really?” “There’s nobody else I’d trust to take care of him,” He said. “But you gotta promise that you’re sticking around this time.” You leaned over and kissed Jax’s forehead. “I promise, Jackson. I promise.”
-
By the time you got back to the Clubhouse, the party was already in full swing. You could hear the music from outside and it sounded like Gemma had invited every single person that had ever spoken two words to you. When you and Jax stepped in, the whole room erupted into cheers; there was a huge banner strung above the bar that looked like it had been made by Tig which read ‘Welcome Home Y/N’ in big, bold letters and you’d barely taken three steps when Juice pressed a drink into your hand. Clay put an arm around your waist and led you further into the crowd and you consequently spent the next hour and a half catching up with people you hadn’t seen since you left Charming.
Luann had cornered you and was telling you all about her business, trying to tempt you into starring in one of her movies. You couldn’t quite believe that she was trying this with you, but she insisted that you had the perfect body and face for it. When Happy came over and offered to get you another drink, you practically fell into his arms in an attempt to get away from her.
“Thanks for rescuing me, Happ.” “Looked like you needed it.” “You have no idea.” He unscrewed a beer for you and then got one for himself. “Still with Tacoma?” “For now. Thinking of going Nomad.” “No shit?” “Ma’s real sick, I need to be closer to her just in case, you know?” “Sorry, Happ,” You rested your head on his shoulder. You’d always gotten along well with Happy, even though he’d only just patched in when you left. “You know Clay will always have a seat for you at his table.” “Yeah, I know.” “And there’ll always be a seat at mine for you too, if you ever wanna talk.” He smiled. “Thanks, Y/N. It’s good to have you back.”
Happy left you at the bar and you downed your beer; you were in need of some liquid courage tonight. Tara had just walked in and was talking to Jax in the corner, so you didn’t want to bother them. Opie was nowhere to be seen, so you went and sat on one of the leather couches with Bobby, Tig and Chibs.
Tig pulled you into his lap. “Y/N! Where’ve you been, darlin’?” “Got cornered by Luann. She told me I have the perfect face for porn.” Bobby and Tig burst out laughing. “If ye ask me, that’d be a waste,” Chibs said. “Don’t tell Clay she said that,” Bobby chuckled. “He’d have Luann’s head.” “She’s not wrong, though.” You smacked Tig around the back of the head. “Fuck you, Tigger.” Chibs also smacked Tig, but significantly harder. “Yeah, that’s no way to talk to a lady,” He growled. You flushed. “Thanks, Chibsy.”
-
Gemma and Clay were sitting at the bar, watching you with Tig, Bobby and Chibs. As happy as she was that you were home, Gemma didn’t believe for a second that you’d come back to Charming because you were homesick. She knew you too well and as soon as she’d seen you sitting at the bar, three whiskeys deep at two in the afternoon, she knew that something wasn’t right. When she’d told Clay, he’d agreed. You’d sounded off on the phone the last few times he’d checked in and he’d known that it would only be a matter of time before you showed up.
“What do you think happened?” Gemma asked. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.” “If she’s gonna tell anyone, it’ll be Opie.” Clay narrowed his eyes when Tig pulled you into his lap. “Yeah.” “Whatever it is, I’m glad she’s home.” Clay kissed his wife’s cheek. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
They were right of course, it wasn’t just homesickness that had sent you back to the worn streets of Charming, although that was part of it. Your time in Colorado had, for the most part, been an amazing and transformational experience, but the last couple of years had thrown you some unexpected curveballs which had ultimately sent you packing. In time, you’d come clean about all of this with your family, but tonight you were just more than happy to be home.
Happy is very foward about everything. He hates when people are indecisive or try to beat around the bush
Happy appreciates the little things like maybe a good morning or a small kiss on his cheek
Happy loves to have you in his lap. He takes pride in it. Especially when he would have you on him at the clubhouse. It really sent the message that you were his
He goes absolutely crazy when he sees you walking around the house in nothing but a shirt and having your hair all tied up. It makes him feel good that you can be so comfortable around him
Happy hates when the guys are over. Mostly because he had you all to himself or right in the middle of some “activities”
Nothing but his pissed off attitude and grumpy mumbles whenever the club would intrude his home for the dumb things
There’s no option when the men come over and Happy makes you immediately cover up or wait for him in your bedroom. Since he already worked your pants or maybe even more off your body
You would have to help him relieve his frustrations after the club left. Either promising him some fun when he would come home or right before he had would have to do club business
Without you knowing, Happy would miss you so much when he was gone eventually he wpuld steal your lotion. He had a routine of putting it into his wrist to smell throughout the day
He felt home as he would recognize the sweet scent and sometimes he would need to take care of himself at night
When it came to the rings, you were okay with traditional rings. But Happy wanted something else. Sure you both got custom rings but also had gotten matching tattoos of skull and rose
Best trait about Happy was he wasn’t dirty. He always cleaned up his place and was organized. Unlike the other men who have never seen a broom
Happy wasn’t a jealous. But boy was he possessive of you
He just doesn’t trust anyone else around you. Only the club because they knew you were his
But some poor bastards who didn’t know had to face Happy, with him things won’t just go easy
He’ll either torture or kill the person who may have flirted with you or even touched you
Happy growing more accustomed to talk especially when it came to comfort one another
He would be embarrassed if you found out about the little things he does
Happy making sure you were always comfortable
Like when you would sitting next to him on the couch and asked if you wanted to sit on his lap or lay on top of him or whatever he thinks would make you comfortable
Jealousy only struck him when you would be cuddled up with his dog
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!
“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.
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.
