It was an odd day in Charming, as you organize the supplies in the dingy tattoo shop. It wasn’t the most appealing but the only place that would take a girl for a tattoo apprentice. Well more like have you to do all the slave labor. But you’d put up with it because you got to tattoo. Even if it was mostly the shitty tattoos no one else wanted to take.
“Hey Kid, got a piece for you.” You heard Happy voice echo. You quickly walked up front to meet the biker with a hug. You knew he was part of the sons and he worked at the tattoo shop sometimes.
“Whatcha got?” You asked smirking up at him crossing your arms. Today was very uneventful, two tramp stamps was as much action you got today.
“Not for me, prospect here wants some spice.” Happy joked as he pushed the younger biker in front of him. You haven’t seen him around before, you sure would have noticed him.
“I’m Juice.” He stuttered out. Juice thought he was about to pass out. Happy had dragged him here once he heard Juice wanted to get some more ink. But you just took away his breath.
“I’m Y/N, so what you got in mind” You asked giving him a smile as you leaned over the counter. Happy by now already made himself busy going through new photo books.
“I was thinking of something on the side on my head. I don’t know what.” He mumbled trying to explain the idea in his head without sounding like an idiot.
“You aways rock the mohawk?” You asked eyeing him up. He obviously stood out the with short shaving mohawk. It didn’t look like he had much ink, not that you could see since he was wearing clothes. You only noticed some lettering on his wrist and some Chinese letters in the inside of his bicep.
“Yeah.” Juice said running his hand over his head.
“Well we could do something on both sides? Do you want something in participial? or?” You asked grabbing the sketch book ready to come up with some ideas.
“Tribal?” He said still not really sure. You chuckled before coming up with a few different patterns. His brown eyes locked as he watched your ever move.
“Well we can copy it so it’s exactly them same on both sides.” You said handing him over a few different stencils.
“This one great.” He said smiling you nodded before going over making a perfect stencil.
“You can follow me.” You said nodding for him to follow you to an empty chair in the back. You stood over him, feeling in a daze as he smelled like after shave and weed.
Juice felt like he was holding his breath the whole time as you worked. He tried to close his eyes and not pay attention to your touch but he felt hypnotized. He thought it would be way worse getting a head tattoo but all his sense where distracted by you.
“You like?” You asked as you cleaned him off and giving him a mirror to check it out.
“Yeah thanks, better then my idea.” He said checking himself out in the mirror.
Years went by and Juice was always you favorite client. Even after you left the shop to open your dan tattoo shop, he made the drive no questions asked to see you.
It was late, you where closing up your shop. You didn’t expect Juice walking in hoodie over with slumped shoulders. He looked like a kicked puppy.
“Juice?” You asked coming closer to make sure it was him. You heart skipped in your your chest when his brown eyes met your.
“Sorry I should’ve called. I - uh- Don’t got no where to be. Just thought- If you. I got a piece in mind.” Juice mumbled over his words not sure what he really was doing out here at 11 pm. He was honest when he said he got no where else to be. The dark baggage of the club was weighing him down, he felt like he was suffocating and just needed to breath. And with you, here was the only place he could think of that would bring him peace of mind.
“What you got in mind babe?” You said giving him a smile. Most of the work on his body was yours. It didn’t take long for you to come up with the art from his ideas.
“Strip down.” You said as you set up your tattoo gun and work space. Juice nodded a slight pink blush filled his cheeks as he pulled his hoodie and t shirt off. He sat down in the leather work chair as you leaned over.
You did your best trying to focus on just the tattoo and not the toned biker inches from you. You where basically leaning over on him, leaning between his legs as you worked on the two skulls on either sides of his pecs.
This was the first peace Juice as felt all week. The pain from the tattoo felt numb, yet he felt relaxed. He was at ease he focused on you. He couldn’t help but watch you, as you bite your lip as you worked.
“There.” You said before patting his chest smiling down at him.
“Thank you, Sorry- I know its late.” Juice mumbled as he felt bad when he realized it was almost 3 am. But a part of him didn’t feel bad, he didn’t want to be alone.
“For you, anything.” You joked as you cleaned up your work area as you let Juice get up and put his clothes back on. But you didn’t really know how much Juice really needed to hear that.
“ah- Sorry.” You mumbled you as turned too fast running right into his chest. You didn’t notice how close he was to you.
“I- Uh” He mumbled as he stared down at you. He couldn’t help it when his body naturally closed the distance between you. His hands gripped your hips quickly as he leaned down crashing his lips against yours without any protest from you. Your own hands gripped on to his upper arms to pull him down closer to you.
“Can i- uh stay with you?” He asked desperation laced in his soft broken voice. You’ve never seen him like this before for the couple years you’ve known him. He was always a ray of sunshine, a goofy ball. Your hand slowly crept to hold his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheek bone right next to his eye. You missed seeing the crinkles when he smile so big.
“I have no where else.” Juice whispered out growing with anxiety with your silence. He felt so comfortable with you, almost at peace. The first time he felt at ease in a long while.
“Of course Juice” You said giving him a reassuring smile. You didn’t expect Juice to come here this late, you never expected him to need your comfort. But guess you need to expect the unexpected.
Waking up the morning, you rushed to get out the house as soon as possible before he would wake up. You felt like work was your escape. You just really hoped he wouldn’t be at your house once you got back home. You didn’t want to talk about last night. But guess Juice got the message, he didn’t come back. That was it.
You packed up all the things he had at your house, all the pictures you had with him, all the memories form the last 5 years. You couldn’t even find the guts to text him, you just dropped off the box at the clubhouse with Chucky.
Juice came back from a run beaten and bruised. Not one word from you all week. He never been in a serious relationship with anyone before you. Was this it for you guys? He wasn’t sure if it was a break up or not. Maybe another fight. He just wasn’t sure what he should do or allowed to do at this point.
Once he was back in his dorm he found a large box. It was filled with everything. All his clothes from your house. All the presents he’s ever gotten you. Even all the photos. That’s all it took to piss him off before he found himself storming to your front door.
“What?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest looking at Juice. You really weren’t expecting him to show up at your house. You haven’t heard from him since that night, now why would he need to say anything.
“What the fuck is up with the box?” Juice asked as you see the anger in his brown eyes.
“Your things. You told me to go find someone else life to make miserable. Sorry for bothering for the past 5 years.” You sassed knowing it was only going to make this situation a lot worse. Neither of you whiling to be the bigger person.
“Just because I don’t want to get fucken married?” He argued back.
“No it’s about you stringing me along for 5 years. You knew what I wanted and you just played me! Like what else we’re stuck. How is this relationship suppose to move forward when you aren’t making any steps to make a life with me!” You yelled back at him. You never ever fought like this before.
“ I didn’t-” Juice started to say but he really didn’t know what to say anymore.
“Bye Juice.” You mumbled rolling your eyes and closing the door in his face. Was this really it for you two? Did you really want to end it, 5 years for nothing.
It was hard without Juice. It was hard to figure out a routine on your own. Most of your time you spent working, or at the gym. Nothing from Juice. A week turned into a month, a month turned into a few months. Now everything felt numb almost like Juice never was in your life in the first place.
And you actually met someone. You weren’t out looking for someone, going on a date seemed far form reach. You told him all the shit but it seemed like you both where in the same boat of a failed relationship. and it was going good, he seemed more serious about you.
You where completely surprised when at dinner for he proposed. You thought about this moment with Juice, how it never happened. How numb you ended up being towards the idea it’d never happen.
The ring was huge, it was beautiful. He even was looking for a house to buy to get settled before getting married. All he wanted was for you to focus on choosing a date and planning a wedding. And that was the hardest part for you.
Everything you tried to plan you’d end up thinking about Juice. You always thought it’d be him. You couldn’t keep living in a fantasy about him. That’s how you found yourself at home, magazines spread across the floor. You ripped some picture out for ideas. Other your printed out hoping to find something similar. You where even sure what you liked anymore.
The door bell rang knocking you out of all your thoughts. You weren’t expecting your fiance back for another few days from his business trip. You opened the door only to have your heart stop.
“What are you doing here Juice?” You asked looking at the man who became a stranger. He looked just the same as that night. Nothing really changed about him these past months. He still had his silly mohawk, still has the Kutte.
“I- uh How are you?” He asked his brown eyes scanning me. As if they where searching for something, almost pleading.
“I’m okay. You?” You asked crossing your arms. This shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like a tone of bricks on your chest. You shouldn’t have your heart beating so hard at just the sight of him.
“Looks like your more then just fine Y/N.” Juice said his eyes locked on the diamond ring on your finger.
“Yeah I am.” You said not sure what to say. You weren’t even sure why this felt so wrong.
“It’s only been 7 months.” Juice said with a sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was even here anymore. He came to check on you, see how everything was. He was miserable without you. He never thought he’d show up and your happy, you’ve moved on from him so fast. Did you ever love him?
“What are you doing here?” You asked him. You felt like you where going to burst into tears but you weren’t sure form what.
“How’d you move on so fast?” He asked not being able to control his own emotions at this point.
“I di- I wasn’t planing to. It just happened with him.” You whispered not sure how to explain it. Maybe you haven’t moved on from Juice, the emotions, the strong feels you had for him couldn’t just go away. But you got better at pushing them to the side. You and Juice had so much history it was hard to just move on.
“Do you love him?” Juice asked, he knew he didn’t really want to know the answer to that.
“He makes me happy.” Was all that you could say. You couldn’t admit you loved another man to the man you’ve loved desperately for years.
“Why are you going to marry him if you don’t love him?” He asked his voice slightly raising. There was a fire behind his warm brown eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time.
“It’s not about that. We’re both on the same page, we want the same things. He makes me feel safe and loved.” You said trying to explain it.
“That’s it?” Juice asked was plea and desperation in his voice. You have never heard him so broken before.
“That’s it.” You said as he shook his head mumbling things under his breath. And just like that he was gone. All you could hear was the harley roaring down the street. part of you begged for him to stay but another part of you knew he couldn’t.
Being with Juice was always a roller coaster, since the first day you met him. You should’ve seen the red flags before you spiraled into a relationship with the biker. So young and so stupid. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice.
It’s been 5 long years. You loved him more then anything but you felt like your relationship was stuck. Maybe you both got to comfortable with how everything is and now it’s just stuck.
Juice wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws but so did you. He never had a steady income, well the weed dispensary was kind of steady if he wasn’t spending all his money there. Juice always put the club first no matter what, at first you loved his loyalty to his brothers but now you almost seemed to resent that you’d never come first.
The longer time past the more it all started to bother you. You thought he’d change, you thought things would change and that both of you could have a real future together. Or at least be living together instead of him crashing at your place ever now and then.
Back before you met him you had a plan. You where going to finish college, get a head start in your career. Then find someone who’d you want to marry and start a life with, a family. But then Juice got thrown in your path.
You did finish school, and got a decent job. Now all you did was wait for Juice but didn’t seem like he was one the same page as you where. Anytime you tried to bring it up he’d make excuses.
Today was like any other day. You haven’t heard much from him, haven’t seen him all week since he was busy with club shit. He promised you that he’d be over, you should’ve know he wasn’t going to be here to actual have time to go on a date. He’d probably show up in the middle of the night.
You gave up hope around 1 am before deciding to go to bed. It was probably closer to 4 am when you heard Juice harley pull up. He had a key, he made his way in. He made his way into your bedroom, stripping to his boxers before dropping in the bed next to you. His large arms went around you pulling your body to his. You wanted to enjoy this but it wasn’t the same anymore.
“Where have you been?” You asked sighing as you felt him place a few kisses across my shoulder.
“At the clubhouse.” Juice mumbled into you shoulder. You could smell the whiskey and beer off his breath.
“What where you doing out there till 4am?” You asked turning around in his arms to face him.
“God Y/N I don’t need you nagging at me right now. I’m pissed drunk and tried.” Juice groaned back. He hated that you always had to say something.
“Juice I’m fucken tried of you showing up at all hours of the night drunk.” You said looking at him. You knew the fights was going to happen, it was the same fight always.
“I’m not doing anythin’. God you don’t trust me at all.” He mumbled laying on his back so he wasn’t facing you anymore.
“That’s not the point. Is this ever going to change? Is it ever going to be any different?” You asked him frowning. It wasn’t like you wanted to have this fight with him either at 4am.
“Like what?” he asked running his hands across his face.
“I don’t know when are you going to grow up? Don’t you want to get married , have a family? or at the least live together?” You asked finally letting all out on him. He knew you wanted all that, you’ve been told him what you wanted. He just always had some excuse.
“Y/N I’m still figure things out godamn.” He mumbled not being able to look at you.
“for how long? Another 5 years?” maybe 10 years?” You asked frustrated. You loved him more then anything.
“I don’t know! go find someone else’s life to make miserable then.” Juice mumbled before turning over away from you.
“If you don’t know now, then you’ll never fucken know.” You mumbled turning away from him. You couldn’t say another word to him. You cried in silence as he snored next to you in bed.
You never imagine this is how it would end. You never thought you’d ever end. Starting over with someone else felt like a foreign concept. You never thought you where making him miserable. Why was it so hard to separate love and being logical.
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
I’ve noticed that Sons of Anarchy tends to lack diversity in women within the club. They’re all white and thin. The only person to get with a bigger girl is Bobby and, frankly, that’s only because he’s big. And I don’t remember any of the guys getting with a black woman except Chibs.
On the plus sized thing, you might be thinking I’m only complaining as a plus sized girl myself. While I am upset that plus sized girls don’t get much representation on TV, (we are just now starting to admire bigger girls in the spotlight) that’s not entirely the case.
I am someone who likes everything to be realistic if you’re gonna base a TV show on thing that are totally realistic. As a plus sized girl in the dating world I can tell you all kinds of guys love big girls. It’s not just fat guys.
I’ve talked to muscular, chubby, short, tall, in between. I’ve even dated a guy who I outweighed by over a hundred pounds. It’s not just fat guys.
I’m not saying that every guy should love fat girls. I know that there’s difference of opinion. And because there’s difference of opinion, not every guy in the club with the exception of a couple are all gonna be obsessed with thin girls with big boobs and white skin smothered in fake bake (not saying they’re ugly. They can be gorgeous at times). That’s just not how it works. Men I know in real life have a variety of taste.
As a fan of Kozik and Chibs, I would have loved to see them with plus sized girls. Hell, I even have fanfic with Chibs dating a plus sized girl and I’m even considering one with Kozik. I am a bit happy that maybe Bobby would find me attractive, it still sucks to see a lack of diversity.
This has been a little long but that has been on my mind for a bit :)) I’m not calling any body type or race ugly. There are multiple races and body types that are just so gorgeous. It hurts to see media focus on only one.
Authors Note: This is Part One of my Holiday series (with my first ever OC). Every major holiday I will be continuing this series, I am super excited for this and I hope you all enjoy I have also linked an image of the costumes I imagined throughout the story (just click on their names). This will also be my entry for the @samperv challenge! Let me know what you all think, feedback is always welcome!
When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren’t expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life’s funny like that.
You’d been living in Bakersfield for a little over six months now and you couldn’t picture being anywhere else. Your neighbors, especially Elena, were all lovely and friendly. You got to see a hot biker or two every now and then, and even made friends with said bikers.
Happy had taken full advantage of you being friends with his mother and having your number and texted you every Sunday afternoon to see how she was doing.
It’s Friday night, after you’ve had dinner with Elena, and you’ve just finished helping her clean up before you take your leave. And after one too many yawns, she swats at you with one of her dish towels.
“Ve a casa y duerme un poco. Has estado trabajando toda la semana.” (Go home and get some sleep. You’ve been working all week.)
“Yeah, yeah. I’m going.” You walk towards the door, hesitating before you push it open. “I have errands to do tomorrow, but Sunday I’m driving over to my dad’s for dinner. Do you want to go with me?”
“No sé..” (I don’t know.)
“Well sleep on it. If you want to get out of the house, you’re more than welcome to tag along.” You smile at her before pushing open the door, brow furrowing when you spot the vehicle sitting directly in front of her house. For some reason warning bells immediately go off and your heart drops into your stomach when you see the window roll down.
There’s a glint in the moonlight and you quickly backpedal into Elena’s home.
“Gun! Elena, get down!”
Gunshots ring out, aimed right where you were standing, and you fall backwards as Elena screams. You roll around on your back, kicking the wooden door closed as splintered wood falls on you. It seems like it goes on forever, as you crawl towards Elena who’d knocked over her coffee table and laid behind it, but really it’s only a handful of seconds before you hear tires screeching and the sound of a car’s engine driving away.
“Elena, ¿estás bien?” (Elena, are you okay?)
When she glances up at you, your heart aches for the woman with a tearstained face. She nods, but her gaze drops down from your face. “Mija, estás sangrando.” (You’re bleeding.)
When you glance down and see blood dripping down from your chest, the pain kicks in. You know panicking never helps a situation, but you can’t help it. “Call 911. ‘Lena, call 911!”
You see the dish towel Elena had moments ago, grabbing it and moving so you’re laying on your back. You immediately press it to your wound, trying to regulate your breathing since you can actually feel it getting shallower and shallower.
As Elena makes her way to her phone that’s hanging on the wall, you pull out your own from your pocket. Quickly bringing up Happy’s contact, you send him two texts back to back before setting your phone aside and resting your eyes.
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The Sons down in Charming are enjoying their Friday night to the best of their ability. Ever since Clay had been taken out, and Gemma not that long after him since her botched attempt on Tara’s life, Jax got the club on a semi-decent path. They still dabbled in some pretty illegal stuff, but they were a lot more calculated about it to prevent any more brothers doing time.
A few of the patched brothers are drinking some beers, talking about random shit as some sweetbutts try to entice a few of them back to their dorms when Happy’s phone beeps from inside his kutte. No one thinks anything of it, at least not until he pulls out his phone and then promptly shoves the sweetbutt who’d been walking her fingers up and down his thigh away from him.
“What’s up, Hap?” Jax asks, having felt the change in atmosphere the moment Happy read whatever was on his phone.
“My Ma’s neighbor texted.” He pushes a button before pressing his phone to his ear.
Juice immediately looks up from his laptop. “You got her number before I did? Damn.”
“It’s not like that,” he immediately says. The ringing phone goes to voicemail before he tries it again. “She sent two texts- three words. ShootingandMa’s house.”
“Oh fuck.”
Immediately, Chibs and Tig are shooing away the rest of the sweetbutts as they wait with bated breath for whoever Happy is calling to pick up. And just when he thinks it’s gonna go to voicemail again, it clicks over.
“HAPPY?!”
“Ma? Ma, where’s YN?”
He puts the phone and speaker so he doesn’t have to explain this to his brothers as soon as it’s over, mentally cringing as they all listen to his hysterical mother. He doesn’t have a good feeling about this. “They shot her, mijo. They shot her and now her eyes won’t open.”
“Who shot her, Ma?” He stands- Juice, Jax, Opie, Chibs and Tig following suit and pulling on their kuttes.
“I don’t know! They were waiting outside my house and..”
“And what?” No words are spoken as Elena cries. “And what, Ma?! What’s going on?”
“Happy, there’s so much blood.”
“Fuck. I’m on my way.”
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Elena Lowman sits in the lobby of Memorial Hospital with YN’s entire family, rosary gripped in one hand and her other hand holding tight to YN’s father’s. She hadn’t had the number for YN’s family, but the hospital had her emergency contact so they were the ones to make the call. Her father, siblings, sibling-in-laws, and nieces and nephews all showed up, and Elena felt horrible for the family who was scared to death to hear any type of news.
She told the family everything that had happened and felt like it was her fault, but YN’s family assured her it wasn’t. They made sure she was okay before the sisters dragged her to the bathroom, cleaning their sister’s blood off of Elena’s hands and arms. There was nothing to do for her clothes, but hopefully they wouldn’t be there too long.
One moment the waiting room is eerily quiet with the occasional ping over the hospital’s intercom, and the next several bikers are stomping their way through the halls. One of YN’s brothers and his wife tense, but everyone else smiles weakly at the sight of Happy and Juice, and nods at the rest of the men who are obviously part of some motorcycle club.
“Ma?” Happy’s jaw clenches when he sees the blood soaked into his mother’s pants.
Elena glances at him, sniffling. “I’m fine, mijo.”
Juice rubs a hand over his mohawk, exhaling roughly. “What happened? Have they said anything?”
No one says a word and Elena is quick to comfort YN’s father when he hides his face in the palms of his hands and starts crying again.
YN’s brother, the one Juice and Happy had seen at the cookout, gestures them over to the side so he doesn’t have to rehash everything in front of his father again. Alone, he sighs. “She took a bullet to the chest.”
“Fuck,” Juice swears.
“She lost a lot of blood and the bullet clipped her lung. They took her back for surgery, but that was a while ago. We haven’t heard anything since.”
“Do the pigs have any leads?” Jax asks when he sees how tense his brothers are.
YN’s brother shrugs. “Couple of co-workers mentioned that YN got into it with a couple of thugs. One of their crew got gunned down and died before he made it to the hospital. YN was on call that day and they blamed her.”
“Juice, you still got my Ma’s place hooked up with cameras?”
“Yeah.”
“Find the fuckers who did this.”
Juice nods and before they can stomp away, YN’s brother grabs onto Happy. When Happy tenses, YN’s brother is quick to let go. “If my baby sister dies, they die.”
“They were dead the moment they decided to stalk your sister and park outside my Ma’s house.”
“Good.”
The Sons raise a surprised eyebrow at the brother’s easy agreement to killing those responsible for shooting his sister, but say nothing as they let Happy take the lead.
Your eyelids feel heavy when you’re finally forced back into the land of the living and you begrudgingly do everything the doctor and nurse tell you to do in order for them to pull the tube from your throat. You feel completely exhausted even though you know you just woke up and everything hurts. They ask the usual questions of what you remember and what you don’t, if you know what day it is, and then fill in the blanks for you when you fail to answer correctly.
They sit you up and let you have a sip of cold water for your sore throat, and then ask if you’re up for any visitors. When you tell them visitors are fine, you’re not surprised when your entire family tries to fit in there all at once before they’re told only to go in a few at a time. They tell you that you’d been under for two days so they could make sure your lung properly healed, and that Happy and Elena were daily visitors. They also tell you that the men responsible for the shooting had been found, but they didn’t live long. Apparently their car had been tampered with which resulted in quite a fiery explosion after they ran from the police.
Oh well. At least you didn’t have to worry about them in the future.
It wasn’t long before Elena and Happy showed up, and your family left to give you some time with them. And as soon as your family exited, Elena was by your bedside, sobbing and apologizing for something that was not her fault. You assured her of such and it took a moment for her to calm down, and when she did she asked how you were feeling.
Eventually Elena excuses herself to use the bathroom and then you’re left with Happy. He pulls a chair up to the foot of your bed and relaxes into it. “Pigs found the little punks that took a shot at 'ya. They’re dead.”
“I know.” The corner of your lips curl upward. “I’m glad.”
“Really? Aren’t nurses supposed to be all about helping others and shit? Wishing them well and all that bullshit.”
You shrug, wincing when it pulls at the stitches in your chest. “I could probably forgive being shot, but your Ma was standing right behind me, Hap.” You sigh and shake your head. “Now I know she’s your blood, but I’ve come to see her like family. And I don’t appreciate anyone putting my family in danger.”
He slowly smiles as he nods. “Good.”
You nod back and shift against your pillows. “So what have you been up to, Mr. Badass Biker? Any entertaining stories you can and are willing to share?” He merely continues to smile and then shrugs. “Oh come on. I just woke up this morning and I’m already bored out of my mind.”
“You got my boy all twisted up, worried for your well being. Jumps for his phone every time it pings, only to realize he never gave you his number. It’s hilarious.”
“Poor Juice,” you mumble.
Happy quietly chuckles before reaching inside his kutte, pulling out a familiar cell phone before tossing it onto your lap. “Ma gave it to me for safe keeping. Went ahead and added the idiot’s number for you and a couple others in case you can’t reach me.”
“Thanks.”
“Now please do me and my brothers a favor, and text the idiot. Put him out of his misery.”
“I will, but not while your Ma’s here. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
Happy smiles again. “Fair enough.”
At Teller-Morrow Automotive, a few of the Sons are working on vehicles while a few others are loitering around the lot. Happy’s on his lunch break, sitting at the picnic table outside and keeping an eye on Juice who’s sitting in the clubhouse, typing away on his laptop while completely ignoring the sweetbutt trying to press up on him.
Two individuals take a seat across from Happy, and he glances over to nod at Jax and Opie.
“Man, what’s up with Juice?” Jax wonders. “He still all twisted up over that nurse neighbor of your Ma’s?”
Opie huffs. “She must be quite the lay in bed. I haven’t seen him take a bitch to his dorm in a while.”
Happy’s lips twitch. “He’s only ever met her once. I gave her his number, but since he’s still moping I’m assuming she hasn’t called or texted.”
“She out of the hospital yet?” Happy nods and Jax smirks. “Call her. Tell her to put our boy out of his misery. I wanna see his reaction.”
Happy shrugs and pulls out his phone, pressing on YN’s contact before setting the phone on speaker and laying it on the table so he can continue to eat.
After the fourth ring, the line clicks over. “I was napping. This better be good.”
“Thought I told you to put Juice out of his misery?”
“Well hello to you too, Happy.” Jax and Opie snort. “And whoever else is apparently listening.”
“Hey. It’s Jax and Opie,” Jax muses.
“Hey guys.”
“Doin’ alright, sweetheart?” Jax asks since Happy’s gone back to eating again.
“Peachy. The hospital weaned me off the good stuff before they released me and my siblings’ crotch goblins have formed an attachment issue. Today’s the first day I’m on my own.”
Happy grunts. “Call Juice, YN. We’re watching him now and the poor bastard’s moping. We wanna see his reaction.”
“Fine. Give me a minute.”
The phone beeps, signaling she’s hung up and the three men immediately stare in Juice’s direction. They wait, rather impatiently, and then chuckle when they see Juice jerk as he reaches for his phone that had been on the bar next to his laptop. He frowns at the phone, answers it, and then that goofy ass smile they’re all used to makes an appearance.
“Jesus Christ,” Jax murmurs. “He’s done for.”
“How’d you even rope this girl in?” Opie asks.
“We didn’t,” Happy says. “Apparently her and my Ma hit it off when she moved in.”
“And the Tacoma Killer just accepted her like that?” Jax wonders.
Happy shrugs. “When Juice and I went to talk to my Ma about using her place as storage, YN whistled and told us my Ma was with her. She invited us over, told us to take a seat, handed us a beer and then let us eat at their table. That girl that Juice is so obviously infatuated with became important the moment I saw my Ma talking and laughing. I’d never seen my Ma like that.”
“And you’re okay with Juice chasing after her until he grows bored?” Opie asks.
“Juice has proven himself time and time again in this club,” Happy starts, “but we all know he wasn’t really cut out for this life. He’s grown accustomed to it, but you guys didn’t see him with YN and her family. YN’s type of life is the life our brother has been craving. And now that Jax is at the head of the table and the club’s changed drastically, I think Juice might actually be serious. He just doesn’t know how to go after it.”
A moment of silence passes and then..
“Well shit.” Jax chuckles. “We got one brother looking to settle down and another brother having a full blown conversation.” Happy scowls at his President and the other two men laugh. “We’ve got to meet this girl, man.”
Finally all healed up, you decide to drive down to Charming and buy lunch for your boys. You knew, without a doubt, that they had something to do with the thugs meeting their untimely demise, but you never questioned it. You just let it be. And over the last week, you’d been calling and trading texts with Juice, and since they were busy at the shop you figured you’d buy them lunch.
So here you are, driving into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive and parking. Happy knew you were coming, he being the one you were more intimidated by, so you made sure to clear it with him before you showed up out of the blue. And when he found out the purpose behind your visit, he texted you a handful of orders for burgers and fries.
Climbing out of your car, you grab the box of food from your backseat and then head towards a set of picnic tables where you spot a familiar bald head. On your way over there, however, you’re intercepted by a blue-eyed blonde, hair pulled back into a small bun and automotive shirt left unbuttoned atop a plain white tee.
“Can I help 'ya, darlin’?” He asks, wiping his hands on an oil rag.
“Oh, um, not really. I’m here for Happy,” you say while gesturing behind him.
The blonde raises an eyebrow at you before he glances over his shoulder, then glances back at you, and then comes to a realization. “Holy shit. You the nurse? Hap’s Ma’s neighbor?”
“Yeah?” You nervously chuckle. “You’ve heard stories or are you one of the ones who rode out when I had my little accident?”
“Rode out, darlin’. Jax Teller.” He introduces himself with a very charming smile.
You introduce yourself with a smile and nod. “Then I guess one of these burgers are for you. Kind of bought everyone who rode to Bakersfield lunch, so..”
“Perfect fuckin’ timing.” He takes the box for you, gesturing for you to follow. “Come on. The other guys are workin’, but me and Hap are on break. I even think your other boy is around here somewhere.”
“My other-”
“Juice.”
“Oh.” You can’t help the blush that stains your cheeks and you roll your eyes at Jax when he chuckles. “Shut up.”
As you make it to the table, you nod at Happy who flashes you a brief grin.
“Hey Ope! Juice! Get your asses over here,” Jax hollers.
Several other men stop and stare to see what the commotion is about, and you quickly take a seat to use Happy as a shield. “How 'ya doin’, kid?” He asks while digging into the box Jax was already rummaging through.
“I’m good. Hardly any pain now,” you say while moving around your right shoulder.
“And Ma?”
“She’s good too.” You smile as he finds his burger and takes a carton of fries for himself, readily digging in. “I still have one week off from work, so I’m gonna take her out for a drive come Tuesday. My nephew has a pee-wee football game coming up and she’s been expressing interest in seeing the kids play sports.”
He huffs. “Good. That’s the closest thing she’ll ever have to grandchildren.” You snort and he glances at you. “Unless you pop out a few. She thinks of you as a daughter.”
“Nuh uh. This is a crotch goblin free zone,” you say while gesturing down to your lap. “Don’t jinx me.”
This time, Jax snorts, shaking his head at the two of you. “Jesus. You two are something else.”
Before you can ask him what he means, another individual walks up to the table- over six feet tall, full beard, and a black beanie pulled down over his head despite the warm weather. “What’s going on, brother?”
“YN, this is Opie. Opie, this is Juice’s girl YN.”
“What?” You squeak and Happy chuckles at your side.
“YN brought lunch to all of us who rode out when she was shot,” Jax explains, completely ignoring you.
“Nice.” Opie looks at you, smiling. “Thanks for lunch.”
“Er- no problem.”
Opie takes a seat next to Jax, digging into the box for his food.
“Hey Jax, the prospect said you were- YN?”
You glance around Happy at the sound of your name and smirk at a surprised Juice. “Hey.”
“W-What are you doing here?”
“Feeding you guys. Have a seat if you’re hungry.”
It takes Juice a moment for his brain to catch up and then he’s beaming before throwing himself into the empty space next to you. He slings an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple. “Alright. Feed me.”
Jax throws a wrapped burger at Juice and he easily catches it, laughing. Jax and Opie take turns asking questions- where you’re from, what you do for a living, how you’re healing and how it is that you can put up with Juice. Eventually their lunch break is over and it’s time for the next batch to take their break, but before anyone can head off, you stop them.
“Hey, so.. my family’s having another cookout to celebrate me no longer being an invalid- their words, not mine- on Saturday,” you say. “You guys are more than welcome to come.”
“Hell yeah,” Juice exclaims. “That kid nephew of yours gonna cook again?”
“Yes. Elena requested chicken and potato salad, so we’re doing chicken, pork ribs and fajitas again.”
“I’m in,” Happy immediately says.
“Me too.” Juice’s goofy smile practically makes you swoon.
Jax and Opie still haven’t said anything. “There’s, uh, there’s gonna be a bouncy house for the crotch goblins if you guys have any. My family just likes to sit around and talk shit, catch up. There’s music, beer, good food..”
“Hey, you guys think that bar-be-cue place down in Lodi is good?” Juice says. “They have nothing on YN’s nephew. Kid knows how to cook. It’s insane.”
“Yeah, me too,” Opie says. “I think the wife might be busy, but I got two kids who don’t get to hang around other kids much.”
“Just have Juice or Happy text me when you’re really sure you’re going to show up,” you tell them. “We’re not going shopping until Friday, so I need to know how much food and beer and drinks for the kids to get.”
“Alright, sweetheart, will do,” Jax says.
The day of the cookout dawns bright and early, and you’re excited for it.
Your entire family was going to be in attendance, along with Elena, Happy, Juice, Jax and his family, and Opie and his kids since his wife was in fact busy. You had to purchase two more tables and a handful more chairs, but it didn’t bother you one bit. Even your dad and brothers chipped in, helping buy even more food when you explained you had more friends coming in.
Later in the afternoon, when your entire family has shown up, your nieces and nephews are running amok in the bouncy house that’s been situated on the side of your house where you can still keep an eye on them from your position in the front yard. The pit and food table are on the opposite side of the yard so the kids don’t have a chance of running into them, and your dad and Elena share a gliding bench situated next to the tables where everyone is sitting.
As the music plays, the kids screech, and the pit smokes, the sound of motorcycles fill the air. You perk up and Elena smiles knowingly at you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her before chuckling at your own reaction. Four motorcycles park in front of Elena’s house while a large SUV parks in her driveway. The four bikers dismount and wait near the SUV, and you smile as Jax greets his wife before helping Opie with the kids. Then when they all make their way towards your front gate, you get up to greet them.
Happy is the first one through and you grin at him. “You know the drill. Beer’s in the biggest cooler.”
“Yeah, yeah.” You and him bump elbows in greeting as he passes.
Juice is next, but he has no issue pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you pinch his side when his hug lingers, but he merely releases you just enough so he can stand next to you, hip to hip, while looking at those you’ve yet to greet.
Still tucked under Juice’s arm, you smile at Opie and Jax as they smirk knowingly at the two of you. You shake your head at them. “Hey guys. I’m glad you could make it.”
“Us too, YN.” Jax then glances at his side, smiling at the beautiful brunette at his side. “YN, this is my wife Tara. Tara, this is YN.”
“Hi,” Tara tells you, a toddler hitched on her hip. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Lies. All lies,” you blurt and she laughs.
Jax and Opie then introduce you to the kids, and you introduce their kids to your nieces and nephews. The kids of your family were a little nuts and you made sure to make it clear to them they were to tone down their energy levels so the new kids felt welcomed. Then once it seems that Opie’s kids and Jax’s oldest have become comfortable and rush to take off their shoes for the bouncy house, the adults get comfortable.
You lead them over to the coolers first, letting them grab a drink if they want before everyone takes a seat.
“You really weren’t kidding when you said a kid cooked,” Jax muses. “How old is he?”
You glance in the direction of your nephew standing at the pit, grinning. “Eighteen. He graduates later this year.”
“Nice.”
“YN! I need a hand.”
You sigh and take a gulp of your beer. “Sorry, boys. Duty calls.”
Juice watches as YN rushes off to speak with her nephew working the pit, sipping his beer and then laughing at something her sisters say. He gets pulled into a conversation with her siblings, so he’s not paying attention to his brothers or Tara who don’t bother smothering their awe at how more open and happier he seems in the family setting.
The music changes and a shriek pulls everyone’s attention towards the source. YN’s brother has caught her up in an impromptu dance, the two of them laughing before it’s broken up by one of the kids pushing their way between them. YN then picks up the kid, hitching them on her hip as she twirls them along to the music.
Juice’s eyes sparkle and Elena nudges her son. “Mijo, when is Juice going to say something? YN needs a man like him.”
Happy snorts. “Juice is workin’ on it, Ma.”
Breathless, you fall back into your chair and pick your beer right back up.
“Hey YN,” Tara calls out. “Is there a place I can change Thomas here?” She asks, bouncing her son in her lap.
“Yeah. Follow me.” You stand right back up, leading Tara into your house and into your bedroom. “Just use the bed. All the kids have been changed on the bed.”
“Thanks.”
As Tara changes her son, you take the time to use the bathroom. By the time you’re walking out, she’s closing up his diaper and pulling up his little shorts. “Do you mind watching him real quick while I use the bathroom?”
“Not at all.” You walk over to your bed, sitting near Thomas’ feet. “So long as I can give the kid back at the end of the day, I adore babies,” you say. Tara laughs on her way to the bathroom and you tickle Thomas’ tummy and thighs until you pull a toothy grin from him. “Look at those cheeks,” you coo. “So freakin’ adorable. You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, aren’t 'ya? Your mother and father are hot.”
You can hear Tara’s laughter from the bathroom, pulling faces at Thomas to make him giggle. You hear your floorboards creak and look up, a grin forming when you see it’s only Juice.
“You really have a soft spot for kids, huh?” He asks, leaning against the door jamb.
“Only if they’re not mine.” You glance back down at Thomas and lean down, fake biting his tummy while making a noise as if you’d taken a bite. He giggles some more and you laugh, pleased with yourself.
Juice continues to watch you playing with his brother’s kid. “So, after all this is done, do you have plans?”
“Nope. Why? What’d you have in mind?”
When you glance up at him, his smile nearly has you blushing. It was so not fair for him to be that good looking. “Thought I’d take you for that ride we were talkin’ about.” You can’t help it. You blush this time. “At least one of them.”
His smile widens as your blush burns. “Jesus Christ. Not in front of the baby.”
Juice laughs as you try to will your blush away. While the two of you had been texting, more often than not it led into a flirtatious territory that had Juice promising things that left your insides clenching in anticipation. And it seems he wasn’t as shy as you and you just knew he’d continue teasing you in the future.
“Okay,” Tara muses. “And that’s my cue to take my baby and go.”
The three of you chuckle and you bite the corner of your bottom lip when she winks at you. Then left alone with Juice, you stand up and nervously fidget under his stare.
“Nervous?”
“Maybe.”
Juice pushes off the door jamb and you gulp. “You shouldn’t be.”
“It’s the anticipation. It always-”
But your words are cut off as Juice swoops in, lips slanting over yours. His hands plant themselves on your hips as yours twist into the front of his shirt, and you groan when you feel his tongue sweep across your bottom lip. As the kiss deepens, his hands slide back over your ass before he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs and hoist you up.
Your legs wrap around his waist and he turns so your back is against the wall. You groan, pulling your mouth free so you can catch your breath and then swallow down a curse when his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You let him explore, licking and biting, until you grab his face between your hands and bring his mouth back to yours.
When the kiss slows, Juice pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours. He says something, but you’re still in a bit of a daze from making out with him.
“Hmm?” You hum.
“I said I’m really sorry.”
“For?”
“For this.” One of his hands leaves the back of your thigh and your brow furrows as he reaches behind him. His smile has you distracted so you don’t see anything in his hand until he’s popping something over your head.
You grimace at the feeling of a thick liquid dripping down your forehead and the sides of your face, and glance down when it lands on your chest. It’s paint. “In the house, Juan Carlos? Really?!”
He’s shaking with suppressed laughter as he wipes the paint from your forehead so it doesn’t fall into your eyes and then presses a brief kiss to your lips. “Your brothers dared me.”
You drop your legs from around his waist and narrow your eyes at him. “You better run.”
Juice makes a break for it and you rush to your closet, pulling out your newly purchased paintball gun. You bought it in case your brothers did something stupid and were more than prepared to shoot them, but since Juice did the dirty work he was just as guilty.
Marching through your house and out the front door, everyone glances at you.
“Oh fuck. You did it in the house!” One of your brothers exclaims. “You’re dead, man.”
“From what I hear, all three of you assholes are guilty.” Immediately you take aim at your brother, shooting his thigh. He yelps, your other brother laughs and then you manage to clip his bicep as well.
Everyone’s laughing, with the exception of Juice who’s staring at you with wide eyes. Glaring at him, you slowly toe off your shoes.
“Aw shit. Bro, you better run! She runs faster without her shoes on.”
Your glare suddenly softens and Juice seems to relax, even going as far as chuckling when you blow him a kiss. “Run.”
“Shit.”
You tear after Juice, aiming as best as you can and pulling the trigger as he runs from you down the street and around the corner.
Opie shakes his head as his brother disappears. “Is it always like this at these cookouts?”
Happy smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. “Last time YN and her brother got chased by a neighborhood dog. She scaled a tree and cut up her legs, and her brother got bit on the ass.”
“Am I the only one who noticed that Juice hoovered our baby sister’s neck?” One sister asks.
Everyone laughs and Tara sheepishly says, “I didn’t want to say anything, but before I came back out the tension in that bedroom was thick. I got Thomas and got out quickly. I’m not surprised he left her with a souvenir.”
Another sister muses, “Enough about Juice defiling our sister, who wants to bet one or both come back injured?”
Tara, Jax and Opie can only watch in amusement as Happy, his Ma and YN’s family start pulling out bills. Some say both will come back injured, some say they’ll be chased by the dog, one says they’ll come back covered in more hickies and one says only YN will be injured.
For a moment, everyone forgets about YN and Juice as they get dragged back into a conversation and check on the kids to make sure they haven’t beat each other up.
After chasing Juice and running out of ammunition, you limp back to your house. Everyone quiets as they realize it’s you, smirks blossoming all around.
“Did you get 'im?” Your dad asks.
“Aim’s still shit, but he will have a nice tramp stamp for the next few days.”
Your dad chuckles. “Good girl.”
“What happened?” Tara asks, gesturing to your ankle.
Blushing, you limp towards one of the chairs and fall into it. “I, uh, I might have sprained it?”
“How?”
“By laughing so hard that I didn’t see the small drop from the curb to the street?” You wince in embarrassment.
“Where’s Juice?” Jax asks.
You shrug. “I dunno. He got chased by Muffin which is why I was laughing so hard.”
“Who the hell is Muffin?”
“The neighborhood German Shepherd.” You smile. “He hates strangers, so I’ve been feeding him treats so he knows me. He wasn’t a fan of Juice.”
Tara gets up, handing her son off to Jax while she asks if you have any ziploc bags. You tell her you do and where they’re at in your kitchen, and you smile when she walks back out with a makeshift ice pack. “Here. Ice your ankle,” she tells you.
“Thank you.”
You pull another chair in front of you to prop your foot up, setting the ice pack on your ankle.
One of your brothers soon spots Juice jogging down the street. He’s sweaty and looks like there’s a bit of dirt and grass on the knees of his jeans. And when he makes it into your yard, he points a finger accusingly at you. “You sicced the dog on me!”
“You popped a paint balloon in my house!”
Everyone glances between the two of you, exploding with laughter a moment later. You and Juice finally crack a grin at each other and he makes his way towards you. When he sees your ankle, his eyes subtly widen. “What happened?”
“Karma,” you tell him. “I was too busy laughing at you that I stepped wrong off the curb.”
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” But Juice doesn’t care. All he knows is that you’re hurt and he’s partially to blame. You try to push him away, but he’s not having it as he lifts your foot, sits in the chair, and then places your foot on his lap. “You’re annoying.”
He looks up at you, slowly smirking. “You weren’t saying that when I had you against the wall.”
“We figured the two of you weren’t saying much given that hickey you left on the side of her neck.”
You and Juice both freeze at the sound of Happy’s voice- at the fact that every adult had fallen silent and heard his words too. You groan in embarrassment when you hear everyone start to laugh once more, but Juice is rather proud of himself when he realizes none of your family is against whatever this is between the two of you.
For the next half hour, the two of you endure teasing from your family and Juice’s friends- all the while Elena watches on in perfect contentment.
When the food is done and all the sides have been brought out- Happy and Juice won’t let you get up. Happy serves his Ma and Juice serves you, and then everyone’s settling down after making sure the kids have food and drink.
Jax bites into a pork rib and you can hear his groan from a few chairs away. “Holy shit, kid.”
“Told you.” Juice smirks proudly.
Opie devours one pork rib within seconds and you shake your head at him. “Breathe, Opie. There’s plenty of ribs to go around.”
Tara, Jax and Opie try everything they can, congratulating your nephew on being such a badass cook once they’re full and relaxing once more.
You’re not surprised that when you get up to go inside your house, Juice follows you. You flip off your siblings when they wolf-whistle, but laugh nonetheless. And then once in your room, you drop on your bed with Juice by your side.
“Are you still up for that ride later?”
“Hell yes,” you muse. “You promised a ride, I want a ride.”
He chuckles. “Mind if I stay over tonight?”
“Nope.” Your lips twitch. “But as much as everyone outside is rooting for us to seal the deal, I’m not having sex with you. At least not yet.”
“That’s fine by me, sweetheart.” He leans in, chastely kissing your lips. “You’re gonna be tired after we go for that ride anyway.”
“Mmm. We’ll see.” You kiss him in return, chuckling as he chases your lips. “Now let me go to the bathroom so we can get out of here. They’re gonna be suspicious when we head back outside.”
“Mhm.” He kisses you again, not being able to get enough, and you laugh as you shove him back.
“And while I’m in the bathroom, you get to clean up the paint from my floor.” Juice pouts, but you peck his lips one last time. “Happy cleaning, Juan Carlos.”
When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren’t expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life’s funny like that.
Words: 5.6K Author’s Note: Sorry in advance for the Spanish translations. It was all done by google. There is hardly any Juice/Reader in this first part, but it’s still tagged as such because I didn’t want to separate the story in the tags. Sorry.
At sixteen years old, the thought of college and going out of state sounded like everything a teenager your age could want. You looked at schools, as expected, and even found a few you were interested in. It was exciting and you couldn’t wait to start the application process and graduate from your high school.
But then the time came and went, and you’d never done a single thing. By the time you graduated, the thought of leaving home terrified you. The thought of leaving your parents was a no-go and you ended up staying home. You had a few paid under the table jobs, but nothing concrete. Then your mother was diagnosed with cancer and you spent years watching her battling it, going through chemotherapy and just constantly being sick. And when she could no longer fight it, you watched with your heart in your stomach as she took her last breath.
Watching your mother pass made you the most paranoid you’d ever been, and you took your father’s health seriously after that. So serious, in fact, that you enrolled into community college and took the proper classes to get into a nursing program.
The nursing gig was your first real job and you loved it. Not only did you get to take care of people at work, but if anything ever happened at home then you were more than prepared for it. But then your sister got divorced and decided to move back home, and the two bedroom house you lived in with your dad wasn’t big enough anymore. So since you were the one with a steady job, you decided to move out and let your sister take care of your dad.
Finding a house in the same town you grew up in was impossible, but you ended up finding one in Bakersfield. It wasn’t too far from your dad and the hospital in the town you were moving to was in need of nurses, so it was perfect for you.
On moving day, your two brothers and one brother-in-law packed all your belongings into a moving truck while you drove ahead of them in your Dodge Challenger. The two bedroom house you had found was perfect, but this was the first time you were going to be on your own and you were kind of nervous. Your brothers did all the heavy lifting and reassembling of your bed as your dad sat on your porch watching them, and you and your sisters carried the boxes of all the rest of your belongings.
The entire time you were back and forth, you noticed an elderly woman next door sitting on her porch, fanning herself while watching all the commotion taking place. You didn’t want her to think it was going to be a daily occurrence, the loudness your family was currently creating, so you offered her a friendly wave and vowed to introduce yourself on one of the upcoming days. And after having a couple of pizzas delivered and an impromptu dinner on your front lawn, your family planned a bar-b-cue at your own place in two weeks before taking their leave.
In the next couple of days, you spend it putting everything in its proper place and washing clothes. You were grateful that your brothers had friends who were getting rid of some furniture, so all you really had to purchase were your washer and dryer. One friend was getting rid of a living room set, another was getting rid of their dining room table, and another had a spare refrigerator that they got rid of for a very cheap price.
It was currently Friday and you started work on Monday, so you decided to do your grocery shopping now. Plus you wanted to finally greet your neighbor since you realized she lived on her own, but you needed something to take over. And what better way to introduce yourself than with some fresh pan dulce? Nearly every Mexican elder loved their sweet bread with coffee and you were hoping it was the same for this lady.
So the following morning, you wake up extra early to make the pan dulce from scratch. It’s a little time consuming, but nothing too terrible and around eight in the morning you find yourself packing up four sweet breads and heading next door. The elderly woman is already on her porch, a cup of coffee sitting next to her on a little table. You exit your gate and make your way towards hers, waving as you hesitantly push through her gate.
“Good morning!” You call out.
And to your great relief, she smiles. “¡Buenos días!” (Good morning!)
So she speaks Spanish, but understands English. Good to know. “Hola. Mi nombre es YN. I, um, I just moved in and thought I’d introduce myself,” you say while approaching. You hand over the tupperware container in your hands. “Te hice pan dulce.” (I made you some pan dulce.)
“Ah. Gracias. Mi nombre es Elena.” (Ah. Thank you. My name is Elena.) She opens the container and takes a whiff of the sweet bread, and your heart warms as she immediately breaks apart one of them to eat. She closes her eyes as she takes a bite, humming. “This.. this is really good, mija.”
You chuckle. “Thank you.” She takes another bite before taking a sip of her coffee and you smile at her. “I used to make it for my mom all the time, then my dad, but he’s a really bad diabetic so I hadn’t been able to make it recently. I’d hoped you liked it, so I woke up this morning to make you some as a friendly neighborly gesture.”
“Bueno, lo aprecio.” (Well, I appreciate it.)
You smile before hooking a thumb over your shoulder. “Well, I should get going. I have a bit more paperwork to fill out at the hospital before I start my job there Monday morning. If you want any more pan dulce, just let me know and I’ll make you a fresh batch.”
“Sí, lo haré. Gracias de nuevo.” (Yes, I will. Thank you again.)
You and Elena wave at one another, and you get on with the rest of your day.
During the first week of starting your new job, you find yourself falling into a routine of waking up, going to work, going home, eating, showering and bed. But Elena apparently took a great liking to you and started inviting you over as soon as you got out of work. She did it when she saw how exhausted you were one night, making you dinner since you had made her pan dulce. And when she found out you were on your own and working diligently as a nurse, she wanted you over at her house so she could have dinner waiting for you. You had told her it wasn’t necessary, you didn’t want her doing so much at her age since she was on her own as well, but she only compromised with you when you suggested ordering take-out and eating it with her so she could make sure you were eating.
Elena had told you about some of her life- how her husband had passed when her son was only eight. Her son was a troublemaker and was in and out of jail, but recently he’d been doing okay even if he was part of a motorcycle club. However, she couldn’t complain too much because she had a few health issues and the club helped her son take care of her.
You had smiled at her storytelling and then told her about yourself- how you came from a decently sized family that was close, but something had fractured when your mother passed. You took care of your dad, paranoid about his health which made you want to become a nurse, and then moved out of his house when your sister moved back in after a nasty divorce. And in talking about your family, you tell her they had planned a cook-out at your house the following week and you would like it if she would attend.
It took some convincing, but eventually Elena agreed to meet your family.
The day of the bar-b-cue, one of your brothers showed up early with a pit on wheels. You helped him situate it in your front yard before he helped you put up a canopy for a bit of shade. Your brother had a 152 quart cooler in the back of his truck, and the two of you went halfsies on ice and the different types of beer your family enjoyed. Another smaller ice cooler was used for sodas and water, and you waved him off as you set up a couple of tables and chairs.
A little after two, your dad and siblings started showing up. Only one brother didn’t show up, but you pushed aside the hurt it caused. The invitation was there for him to take and it wasn’t your fault he didn’t take it. But there were still more than enough people and your eldest nephew was excited to get the pit going.
Your younger nieces and nephews were set up in a small inflatable pool out of everyone’s way, and several tables with chairs were set up- tables to sit at and tables to hold the food once it was done. A large speaker was off to the side, an iPod plugged into it and playing music to keep all entertained. Your dad sat under the canopy and you made sure there were a few extra chairs in the shade so Elena could sit there too.
“Alright, I’ll be back. I’m gonna go get Elena. Please.. don’t be yourselves.”
Your siblings and sibling-in-laws all laugh, and you know full well it’s going to be chaos as soon as the beer starts flowing. You just hope Elena can deal with them.
Jogging over to her yard and up her porch steps, you knock on the wooden paneling surrounding her door. Elena, dressed casually, greets you with a smile. “Hola cariño.” (Hello, sweetheart.)
“Hola, Elena,” you say. “Ready to go?”
“Si.”
Elena walks out of her house and you offer her your arm so you can help her down the steps. She holds onto your arm as you lead her to your property and then you wave at your family, garnering their attention. “Everyone, this is my lovely neighbor Elena. Elena, esta es mi loca familia. (Elena, this is my crazy family.)
"Hola, Elena!” They all shout and you shake their head at them as Elena chuckles.
“Hola.”
You guide her to an empty chair and quickly introduce her to your dad, the two of them easily falling into a conversation with one another. “¿Te portarás bien aquí, Elena? I need to see what my nephew needs help with.” (You going to be good here, Elena?)
“Si, si. Go help.”
“Okay. If you need anything, have my dad yell for me. We also have drinks if you’d like one right now.”
“No, estoy bien.” (No, I’m fine.)
You smile before heading inside your house, seeing what your nephew needs help with. He’s seasoning the meat already and he asks for help carrying out the trays of food. You do as you’re asked, carrying out platters of meat and placing them where you’re told to place them. The kids are running around, somehow having gotten a hold of water balloons, and you yell at them to keep close to the pool so your dad or Elena don’t get caught in the crossfire. And speaking of Elena, you glance over at her and smile to see that she’s carrying on a conversation with your sisters and that your sisters have gotten her a bottle of water.
Over the speaker, a Spanish song comes on and your brother grabs your hand to start dancing with you. You laugh, obliging him for a bit before pushing him away. You’re lured to the inflatable pool and make a bit of a splash with the kids, chasing them around and having some quality time with your family.
Eventually you’ve had enough and you walk over to the cooler, grab a beer, and take a seat next to Elena. When she looks over at you, smiling, you ask, “Are you enjoying yourself? I’m sorry I abandoned you.”
“Don’t apologize.” She lightly swats at your hand. “I am enjoying this. I have missed family functions.”
“I’m glad,” you tell her. “And whenever we do this again, you’re more than welcome to come. Even if we have it at one of my other siblings’ houses, you and I will take a road trip together.”
“Si. I think I’d like that.”
The conversation between you and Elena drops, and you sit back to watch as she interacts with your family. Every now and then you get up to help your nephew with the food or get up to run around with the kids, and all in all it’s turning out to be a good day.
A little while later, you’re still sitting around when the sound of motorcycles gets closer and closer. You glance up and down the street looking for the source since the entire time you’ve been here you’ve never seen a motorcycle pass by. But then you spot them, two men sitting atop motorcycles as they creep up the street.
And then they park directly in front of Elena’s house.
You watch the men from your spot, taking note of their no nonsense expression. One man is completely bald, whereas the other has a mohawk shaved nearly down to his scalp and tribal tattoos on either side of the mohawk. As they walk around their bikes, ruffling through some bags, you catch sight of the back of their kuttes and the reapers on the back. Sons of Anarchy. The bald one wears a plain white tee under his kutte, arms sleeved out in tattoos, whereas the other one has on a plain black tee and a few tats here and there.
Elena grabs onto your hand, smiling as she points at the men. “Ese es mi hijo y su amigo.” (That’s my son and his friend.)
“Happy?” You wonder. You’ve heard a few stories and seen a few pictures, but the Happy you got to know through pictures had a head full of hair.
“Si. El guapo.” (Yes. The handsome one.)
You chuckle. “‘Lena, they both look handsome from here.” Her eyes immediately gain a sparkle and you narrow your eyes at her. “Don’t. Don’t tell either of them I said that.” She laughs along with you then and you ask, “Want me to bring them over?”
“¿Por favor?” (Please?)
Taking a sip of your beer, you push up to your feet and make your way towards the fence that separates your yard from Elena’s. You whistle sharply at them as they turn to make their way up the pathway leading to Elena’s porch and mentally flinch when both sets of dark eyes land on you. “Whichever one of you is Happy, your Ma’s over here. Food’s almost done, so if you guys wanna pull up a chair you’re more than welcome to.”
Both men glance at one another before the one with mohawk smirks and shrugs, and then both men are making their way towards your front gate. You meet them there and the one with the mohawk hasn’t lost his smirk. “Name’s Juice.”
“YN.” You grin at him before your gaze travels up towards the other guy. “Which means you’re Happy.” His gaze, which had been looking over your head, most likely at his Ma, slides down to you and he nods. “Alright then. Food will be done in about twenty more minutes. Beers are in the cooler. Help yourself.” As you turn your back on the two men and lead them towards Elena who’s patiently waiting, you roll your eyes at your family who can’t help but stare. “Chill. One’s Elena’s son and the other is his friend.”
The tension breaks and your family calls out a few welcomes before going back to what they previously were doing. Happy takes the chair you’d previously been sitting in and Juice takes the chair next to him. You ask them for their beer preferences before grabbing one for them when they realize they really are welcomed there, and then grab another for your dad who’s excusing himself from Elena’s side. You pass him his beer, then the other two to Happy and Juice, and then take a seat in your dad’s vacated seat.
As Happy and Elena have a hushed conversation, Juice glances around the chaos happening around him. You sip your beer, relaxing in your chair as you watch your family as well.
Moments later, your sister approaches. “Hey YN, can you set up the tables and chairs for the kids?”
“Nope.” You pop the 'p’, grinning. “Not my crotch goblins, not my responsibility.”
You hear a snort but don’t bother looking for the source. Your sister grins, shaking her head at you. “You’re a bitch.”
“You say that as if you hadn’t already known.” You take a sip of your beer, pointing the mouth of the bottle in another direction. “The parents aren’t doing anything. Have them do it.”
“Fine. Can you at least start bringing out the plates and utensils, and start setting up the table?”
“Sure.”
You head inside to grab paper plates and plastic utensils, taking them outside to the spare table that had been set up for this purpose. Your nephew and your brother start pulling the meat out of the pit, placing foil atop of it until they’re ready for everyone to eat. You also bring out all the sides- rice, beans, potato salad and macaroni salad. And on one of the back and forth trips, your brother pulls you into another impromptu dance that leaves you laughing and punching his arm so you can get away.
After your nephew’s cut up the pork ribs and the fajitas, he hollers for everyone to start eating.
You set your beer aside, smiling at Elena. “Querías pollo, ¿verdad?” (You wanted chicken, right?)
“Si.”
“¿Arroz? ¿Frijoles? ¿Ensalada de papas?” (Rice? Beans? Potato salad?)
“Un poco de todo.” (A little bit of all.)
“Okay.” You then glance at Happy and Juice. “Well? You boys coming or am I serving you too?”
Juice smirks. “Well, if you’re offering..”
Happy slaps him upside the head. “Shut Up, idiot. Come on.”
You make Elena her plate, biting back a smile when you hear Juice exclaim his hunger at the sight of all the meat your nephew had cooked. She asks for a soda and a water, and you happily get that for her while grabbing two more beers for Happy and Juice as they take their seat at the table. Once they’re settled, you go and make your own plate before taking your seat and eating.
The meal is loud and filled with laughter, and you’re glad Elena got to experience this. Happy is too if the look he keeps gracing his mother with when she laughs is anything to go by.
You’re not surprised at how easily Juice gets along with your family, laughing and joking with them as if he’d been doing it for years, but Happy is. He keeps a keen eye on everyone, shaking his head at his friend who feels a little too comfortable surrounded by new people.
Afterwards, the trash is gathered and then tossed as everyone sips on their drinks and lets their stomachs settle. As you get up to check on the kids who were lazily sitting in the inflatable pool, your brother catches you in a side hug before you can sit down again.
“What are you doing?” You ask, chuckling as he rocks you side to side.
“So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m looking at you scary motorcycle dudes,” your brother says, nodding at them and completely ignoring you, “this whole cookout was for our darling baby sister who finally got off her ass and moved out of dad’s house.” You roll your eyes, elbowing him, and he squeezes you tighter to his side. “We are so proud that you’re living on your own for the first time ever and now our fingers are crossed that you can get dick on the regular.”
“¡Hijo de puta!” (Motherfucker!) Your family and Juice all roar with laughter, Happy smirks and Elena is doing her best to look disappointed, but you can see the amusement in her expression. “Not in front of the guests, jerk!”
“I’m sorry. I had to,” he says. “But for real, we’re proud of you, kid.”
“I haven’t been a kid in a while, jerkface.”
“Uh huh. Whatever. You’re still the baby.” He tucks you under his arm once again. “And now that we’ve had our serious moment, it’s time for something a little more lighthearted.”
“Oh no. What do you have planned now? I told you to behave in front of Elena. This is not you behaving.”
Your brother slowly smirks and you have a terrible feeling about this. “At our get-togethers, there’s always some sort of fight. Our last one was that food fight at Easter, but we can’t exactly chuck bones at each other without taking an eye out.”
You tense. “What are you-” His free hand comes up and quickly slams something atop your head and you gasp, eyes closing and shoulders hunching when you realize it’s a water balloon. Only.. the liquid running down the side of your face isn’t as thinned out as water. It’s.. “Is this paint?” You grit out through clenched teeth.
Your brother shakes with suppressed laughter before he takes off and you’re right on his heel. Your sister-in-law is by the gate, a bucket of paint filled water balloons waiting for you as if she expected this. “Get him,” she says.
“Holy shit. She’s gonna murder him,” Juice mumbles as he watches the siblings disappear down the street.
“You get used to it.” One of YN’s sisters tells him. “I can guarantee you though that one, if not both, will come back injured.”
Everyone’s chuckling and glancing down the street where YN disappeared off to, and then Elena claps her hand as her laugh rings out a little louder. “I.. am so happy she moved in. I have a feeling I’m going to be entertained for years.”
“That you will, señorita.”
A handful of minutes later and you stumble back into your yard, hands empty as you bend over with your hands on your knees and panting heavily.
“Did you at least hit him?” You hear your dad ask.
“What.. do you think?” You pant, grimacing as a stitch in your side bothers you.
“Aim’s still shit?”
“Aim’s still shit,” you gasp out. Everyone chuckles as you do your best to regulate your breathing. “Ow. Fuck,” you grumble. “I’m too out of shape to be running down the street like that.”
“Why is there a scrape on your knee?”
“Huh?” You glance up at your sister who’d asked the question and then glance down at your leg. “Oh, uh, I ran out of balloons and then a German Shepherd chased us. I scaled a tree and dumbass kept running.”
“What did I tell you?” Your sister laughs. “Someone was gonna be injured.”
Feet slapping against pavement has you standing tall and whirling around, and you laugh at your brother as he nearly collapses in front of you. “You left me, you asshole.”
“Not my fault you can’t climb trees anymore.”
“I got nipped in the ass!”
“Better you than me.”
Your brother lunges for you and the two of you end up rolling around in the grass. Eventually he finds a ticklish spot and you call uncle before you can pee yourself.
The kids start getting fussy and your siblings slowly take their leave, but not before helping you clean up. When you see Happy helping his mother up, you head on over towards them. When she sees you approaching, she beams at you.
“Thank you for coming, Elena. I’m so sorry it ended up getting crazy there in the end.” You lean in, kissing her cheek.
“Thank you, mija. Esto fue lo más divertido que tuve en mucho tiempo.” (This was the most fun I had in a while.)
You smile at her once more before glancing at Happy and Juice. “Sorry for roping you guys in. I hope you at least had a decent time.”
Happy shrugs. “Free food and beer. It was fun. Thanks.” His stoic expression makes you crack a grin, but it’s Juice who has you full on smiling.
“Sweetheart, anytime you wanna invite me over, feel free to. Just have Hap’s Ma give me a call.”
“We’ll see.”
You walk the trio up to your gate, thanking them once more for putting up with your family. You watch until they’re walking up the steps to Elena’s porch and then turn around to finish cleaning up.
As it turned out, Elena absolutely adored your family. She loved how playful you and your siblings were, and how everyone- even you- were involved with the children. She loved how close you were, even if your other brother and his family decided not to show, and that your family took the time to have meals with each other every now and then.
You’ve become such a fixture at Elena’s house, and probably even the subject of many phone calls with her son, that you’re not surprised to find him pounding on your front door in a panic one night.
“Hey,” you frown, “what’s going on?”
“It’s Ma,” Happy says. “Something’s wrong.”
“Okay. Let me grab my bag.”
Having just gotten out of the shower, you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts. But in the few times you’ve met Happy, you’ve never seen him look so rattled, so you rush over to your hall closet and pull out the first aid bag you’ve put together for such emergencies.
Barefoot, you rush to meet Happy who has remained right outside your door. “What are her symptoms?” You ask while jogging towards Elena’s house.
“She’s, uh, she’s clammy. Kind of confused,” he tells you. “Says she feels tired and weak.”
You run over her symptoms in your head and it sounds more than a little familiar to you. “Is your Ma a diabetic?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Did she forget to eat today?”
“Don’t know. I got in maybe twenty minutes ago.” Happy pushes open the door to his Ma’s house and you enter right behind him.
Elena’s sitting on her sofa, a little paler than normal. You crouch in front of her, setting your bag down and opening it up. “Hey, Elena,” you start talking to her. “It’s YN.” She hums, eyes closed. “Do you know who I am?”
Her eyes open and she smiles faintly. “Si. Mi hermosa vecina.” (Yes. My beautiful neighbor.)
“That’s right. Happy tells me you’re not feeling well. He listed off some symptoms and it sounds familiar so I’m gonna go ahead and take your blood sugar right now.” As you’d been talking, you’d been setting up a blood sugar meter. “Did you eat today?”
“I forgot to eat lunch.”
“Ma..” Happy rumbles from somewhere above you and you bite back a smile.
“And dinner?”
“Solo sopa.” (Only soup.)
You tut at her as you use an alcohol pad to clean off one of her fingers. “That’s not good, 'Lena. You need to eat.” She hums again. “I’m gonna prick your finger now. Just a little pinch.”
You prick Elena’s finger, apologizing when she hisses, and then gather the blood droplet onto the test strip. As the little machine figures out Elena’s sugar level, you hold the alcohol pad to her finger to stop the bleeding.
When the machine beeps and her sugar level is displayed, you sigh and hold it up so Happy can see. “Sixty-seven?” He mumbles. “Is that good or bad?”
“It’s on the verge of being bad,” you tell him. “Does she have orange juice in her fridge?”
“I’ll check.” You quickly start gathering the trash and you hear him call out, “She has some.”
“Good. Pour her a glass and then mix in a spoonful of sugar.”
Happy doesn’t respond so you get started on checking Elena’s blood pressure. Happy returns before you’re done and patiently waits to see what the verdict is of whatever you’re doing.
“Blood pressure is fine. It’s just her blood sugar.” He grunts and then passes you the glass of orange juice. You push everything aside and then take a seat next to Elena on her sofa. “Okay, Elena, I’m going to need you to wake up a little more. I need you to drink this.”
Elena doesn’t argue and you help her take a drink of the orange juice since her hands are a bit shaky. She takes one drink and then grimaces. “Está demasiado dulce.” (It’s too sweet.)
“That’s the whole point. We need your blood sugar to be higher.” You push the glass back towards her mouth and she takes a smaller sip before pushing it away. You sigh. “Elena, you either drink this right now or Happy calls an ambulance to take you to the hospital. All they’re going to do is do the same thing I’m doing, only they’re gonna charge you hundreds of dollars instead of doing it for free.”
“Ma, drink the damn juice.”
You bite your bottom lip when she starts swearing at her son in Spanish and then prompt her to drink some more. It takes a few minutes, but she eventually drinks it all.
“Give it a few minutes and I’ll check her sugar levels again. If her status doesn’t improve, then I suggest a trip to the ER.” Happy doesn’t say anything and you take the empty glass to the kitchen. There are a couple of dishes in the sink and you take your time washing those. Then when that’s done, you pour her another glass of orange juice with some sugar mixed in and head back out to check her blood sugar.
When you get the meter prepped again and warn her that you’re going to prick her finger, you place the drop of blood on the test strip. A few seconds later and it’s beeping with the results.
You let out a sigh of relief and show it to Happy. Ninety-three.
“She should start feeling a bit better soon.” Happy nods, his shoulders relaxing. Then smiling at Elena, you place the glass in her hands. “'Lena, you need to drink one more glass. I’m gonna be right outside and when I come back in, I want this glass to be empty. Okay?”
“Si. Bueno.” (Yes. Okay.)
As Elena takes the glass of juice and slowly sips it, you pack everything in your bag and set it aside before heading outside onto the porch. And once outside, you take a seat on the porch steps, hugging your knees to your chest and laying your forehead atop your knees.
You quietly groan, willing your heartbeat to slow and the churning of your stomach to go away. You knew Elena had health problems, but seeing her just as you had brought on a slew of memories of when your dad was in the same position Elena was in just now.
The screen door creaks open and you steel yourself for whatever Happy has to say. Something warm drops across your shoulders and you pick your head up, realizing it’s a jacket hoodie. You hadn’t realized you were trembling so you eagerly put your arms through the sleeves and wrap the jacket around you.
“How’d you know it was her sugar?”
“My dad’s a diabetic,” you tell him. “If he takes too much insulin, it drops his sugar and he- he gets like your Ma just was.”
“That what made you get into the nursing gig?”
“Yeah. After watching one parent die, it made me paranoid about the other.” You chuckle, turning so your back rests against the column of her porch. “And now I’ve become incredibly fond of your Ma, and seeing her like that brought back some memories. Scared me for a moment.”
His lips twitch and you huff a laugh. “I’m glad she has you for a neighbor.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
A moment of silence falls and then his next words make your eyes fly open. “Juice is gonna be pissed I practically saw your tits before him.”
“Jesus Christ, Happy!” He smirks. “Keep your voice down before your Ma hears. I mentioned one time that you and Juice were hot, and she was looking at a bridal magazine a week later.”
Happy snorts. “Kid’s been buggin’ me if you’ve had another cook out. He’s angling for an invite and a way into your panties.”
You groan. “Please don’t say panties. I hate that word.”
Happy chuckles, but it’s cut short when the screen door opens and Elena walks out. You quickly scramble up to your feet. “I’m okay. I’m okay,” she assures you and Happy. “I’m just going to grab a shower and go to bed, but I wanted to thank you.”
Elena grabs onto your hands, pulling you down so she can kiss both your cheeks. “It’s no problem. Are you feeling better then?”
“Much.”
“Good.”
Elena kisses her son’s cheeks and then she heads back inside her home. You follow her inside, grab your bag and then shed the jacket Happy hand lent you.
“Thanks,” you tell him as you hand his jacket back.
“Don’t mention it.” Just as you make your way to the door again, he asks, “If this happens again, is there any way I can get a hold of you?”
“Yeah. Of course.” He readily takes out his phone and you rattle off your number for him. He shoots you a quick text and tells you to reach out should something happen when he’s not there. “See you around, Hap.”
Finally reunited with your sister, you tried to keep the reality of what you went through a secret. Of course, it was only a matter of time before you had to tell her.
Words: 8.1K Author’s Note: Is it still called a crossover if you only mention other characters/agencies from another fandom? Sons and Marvel AU. Trigger warning for KGB grooming and all that.
One minute you’re fighting alongside your fellow Widows, intent on taking out ex-Widow Romanoff, and the next you are being blown backwards off your feet by a small explosive. Small red orbs dance in front of your face, disappearing into your mouth and nostrils as it clears away a haze that had been pulled over your mind long ago.
You sit up alongside your sisters, glancing around in confusion and fear as agents Romanoff and Belova explain that you’re free- that General Dreykov had controlled all of you, but that he no longer had that power over you. They tell you the base is going to explode and to evacuate immediately. Then after everything has settled, agents Belova and Vostokoff take you and the other Widows in, giving you a place to stay and time to collect yourselves before going off on your own or whatever it was you decided to do. You stayed for nearly a year, trying to piece together everything you knew about your past life and whether or not it was worth going back to.
It was.
At least going back for your sister it was when you did a little digging. She married a member of some motorcycle club whose members were a bunch of criminals, taking care of his two kids and slowly drowning in debt. So after trying to remember anything you could about Lyla and your parents, you packed up what little belongings you had and returned to the states for the first time since you were eight.
Lyla Winston no longer worked in the porn industry and instead chose to bartend at a bar that only served bikers and their friends. Teller-Morrow Automotive was a front for the Sons of Anarchy and whatever they chose to do that kept the money coming in, and connected to the automotive garage was the clubhousewhere all members hung out and partied.
Hesitantly walking into the parking lot, you’re aware of the gazes following you. You don’t want to step on any toes by just entering their building, so instead you head over to a grouping of picnic tables where a couple individuals are having a smoke break- one with a mohawk shaved close to his head and tattoos on either side of the strip of hair, and the other wearing a beanie despite the warm weather as he strokes his full beard. Opie Winston. Your apparent brother-in-law.
“Hi.” You’re anything but a shy, sheepish woman, but you have to put up a front. At least for now until you can explain your past. “Um, do you guys know if Lyla Winston is here? I was told I could find her here.”
The man in the beanie, Opie, tenses and you gulp, shoving your hands into the pockets of your shorts as you try to make yourself as small as possible under his stare. “She is. Who are you?”
“YN. I’m, uh, I’m her little sister.”
“Bullshit.”
You wince at his tone and your eyes widen as he stands up from the table. The man was tall. Lyla definitely had good taste. “I-I am! Promise. C-Can you just go get her? She might not believe you if you tell her who’s asking for her, so tell her I was the one who broke mom’s glass cabinet but that she took the blame so I wouldn’t get the belt.”
Opie continues to stare you down, but eventually he sees something in you that makes him believe you might be telling the truth. He looks down at his friend and gestures to the garage. “Go tell her. See what her reaction is.” His companion nods and hurriedly gets up, jogging towards the building. You exhale, shoulders sagging just a bit. “I’m gonna ask you again, who are you? And don’t lie to me.”
“I-I’m not. I’m YN. Lyla’s younger sister by only a year.”
He crosses thick arms over his chest as his eyes narrow. “Why hasn’t she mentioned you before?”
You shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe because-”
The sound of glass shattering makes you pause and you immediately glance at the clubhouse opening. Many of the garage workers have stopped working, everyone now staring at the blonde woman who’s now running out of the clubhouse. Opie moves to intercept her, but she slaps away his hands and stops just a couple feet in front of you, eyes wide with disbelief.
It’s Lyla. Definitely Lyla all grown up.
Your eyes water and your throat tightens, and she reaches for you cautiously as if you’re going to disappear on her, but holds herself back from making contact. “We used to have a dog when we were little,” she says. “What was its name?”
Your brow furrows as you try to recall memories from your childhood. “We didn’t have a dog. We had a cat and you.. you named it Fergus.”
Lyla sobs before closing the distance between the two of you, her arms around your neck as yours wrap around her waist. “We thought you were dead!” She cries. “How are you here right now? Mom and dad never called and..” She trails off, sobs wracking her body.
Your eyes sting with more tears before they spill over, and you smooth your hands up and down her back. You’re more than ready to answer her, but another masculine voice stops you. “Ope? What’s going on, brother?”
You glance at Opie, watching as he glances between you and the several members of his club standing nearby. “Your guess is as good as mine. Says she’s Lyla’s sister.”
“Didn’t know she had one.” Now the blue-eyed, blonde man is staring suspiciously at you.
“Neither did I.”
Lyla, having been keeping an ear out on her surroundings, releases you and whirls around while standing protectively in front of you. “She was kidnapped when I was nine. We didn’t- I thought she was-”
“Shit.” Opie curses as Lyla breaks down again.
As Opie pulls his wife into a hug, you stand just behind her and let your gaze dart over those closing in on you to quickly catalog who’s who. Jax Teller, Clay Morrow, Gemma Teller-Morrow, Happy Lowman, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager.. each and every one of these individuals are someone you’ve done research on before you ever stepped foot inside Charming, California.
Opie glances down at you, expression still neutral. “Come inside. Let’s talk.”
You gulp and nod, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your head down, intent on following after him and your sister. But Lyla pulls herself free from him and she wraps an arm around your shoulders to tuck you under her arm, leading you into the clubhouse herself. As she leads you towards a couple of sofas, someone shouts for everyone to clear the hell out and for a few guys to keep an eye on the garage.
Lyla sits you down on a sofa and sits as close as possible to you, Opie sitting on her other side and Jax sitting on yours. Across from you, Clay and Gemma take a seat as the others scramble for a seat themselves. Two other individuals join you- Opie’s father Piney and another individual known as Bobby as they quietly inquire what the hell is going on after seeing Lyla’s tear-stained face.
“Where have you been all this time?” Lyla finally asks.
Her question quiets everyone down and they all stare at you in anticipation. You exhale softly. “Believe it or not, I’ve been in Russia.” Her eyes widen and you immediately slip into the language that now spills effortlessly off your tongue. “It was hell, but I’m home now.”
Someone mumbles, “Holy shit,” and you crack a small grin in Juice’s direction.
“How’d you get away?”
“You know that Avenger that goes by the name Black Widow?” She nods. “She set us free last year.”
“Us?” Jax murmurs.
You glance at him and solemnly nod. “Human trafficking.” That was as close to the truth as you’d tell them for now. Someone inhales sharply and Lyla starts to sniffle all over again. “When I- when I was taken, I was just coming back from the restroom at the mall. One second I’m walking down a hallway, and the next everything has gone dark and I’m waking up in the back of a truck with numerous other crying and scared little girls.”
“Oh my god.” Lyla reaches for your hand and you flash her a tearful smile.
“They drove for hours and when we were finally let out, we were in some lot surrounded by cargo shipping containers. There was a man and he.. he walked up and down, picking and choosing the girls he wanted. The ones that didn’t get chosen were shot and killed right away.” There’s gruntled mumbling of disbelief and anger, but you press on. Squeezing Lyla’s hand, you keep your gaze on the coffee table in front of you as you blink away tears. “That’s.. that’s the only clear thing I can remember from before. My time in Russia.. it’s all fuzzy. Jumbled,” you say. “Like I know I was constantly busy, always doing something, but when I try to think exactly what it was I was doing.. it’s just- it’s static.”
“Maybe that’s for the best.” Your eyes dart up at the words to see Gemma’s dark eyes pinning you to your seat. Everything about her screams tough bitch, but the sympathy in her eyes lets you know she believes everything you’re saying.
“If that Avenger lass set you free last year, why are you only coming now? Why weren’t yer family notified?” Chibs wonders.
You shrug. “Whatever agent Romanoff was doing in Russia; I don’t think it was sanctioned by the government. I don’t think finding us was her objective, but she couldn’t leave us there, so she and a couple of friends set us up somewhere so we could heal before deciding what we wanted to do. Over the months, some stuff started coming back to me and I just- I felt dirty. Ashamed. And after a while, all I wanted was my sister. Not mom, not dad, but Ly.”
Lyla immediately hugs you. “I got you. You’re home now. It’s going to be okay.”
“I’m sure you’ve been through hell, girl, but I’m gonna need a DNA test to prove you are who you say you are.”
“Clay.” Jax tenses in his seat, but the gruff man shakes his head.
“We’ve been through too much- the club’s been through too much- to just let someone waltz in and play on Lyla’s past like this. If the DNA’s a match, I’ll apologize. If not..”
“I’ll do it.” You gulp as every stare falls on you once more. “I don’t know what you guys have been through, but if this will ease your minds about whatever suspicions you have about me, then I’ll do it.”
Everyone goes quiet and Clay stares at you a moment longer before nodding. “Okay.” Then looking at Jax, he says, “Make the appointment with your old lady. The sooner, the better.”
Jax gets up and heads over to the bar, pulling out his phone to make the call. Lyla tugs on your hand, garnering your attention and she flashes you a weak smile. “You don’t have to,” she murmurs. “I believe you.”
You lean forward, touching your forehead to hers. “This is your family now, Ly. It’s okay. I’m fine with whatever tests they want to run.”
Jax makes his way back over, breaking up the family moment. “Tara said her friend’s free right now. They can draw the blood and put a rush on it to see if there are any similarities.”
Clay nods and gestures to the clubhouse doors. “Go. Let us know the results.”
“Come on.” Lyla stands, tugging on your hand so you’re standing as well.
Opie passes Lyla a set of keys. “Take the truck. Jax and I will follow.”
“Okay.” He kisses your sister’s cheek before staring at you and offering a terse nod.
Lyla leads you out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot, pointing out the truck she’s going to drive. You climb into the passenger seat without a word, briefly glancing at Jax and Opie as they climb onto their motorcycles.
The drive to the hospital is quiet, your head leaning against the headrest while your arm sticks out the window as the wind rushes over it. Then all too soon, Lyla is pulling into the parking lot of a hospital and parking, Jax and Opie parking nearby. You and Lyla hop out of the truck, and when you meet her in front of the hood she’s quick to grab your hand and tangle your fingers together.
Jax and Opie lead the way into the hospital as Jax looks for Tara- who Lyla quickly explains is Jax’s wife- and then a brunette is politely introducing herself while leading you and Lyla to one of the back rooms. You hardly bat an eye as she and her friend explain the blood taking process, and readily lay your arm out so they can tap a vein.
A handful of minutes later and you’re sitting in the hospital cafeteria next to your sister with Jax and Opie sitting opposite you. You’re relaxed in your chair, staring straight ahead but not really seeing. You’ve zoned out.
“So since you’ve convinced Lyla and you’re not freakin’ out about having your blood taken,” Opie starts, “I’m gonna just assume you’ve been tellin’ the truth and really are Lyla’s little sister.” Your lips twitch at his gruff tone and you offer him a nod. “Then let me be the first to say welcome home.” He holds his hand out for you to shake and you do. “I’m Opie. Your brother-in-law.”
“Hi, Opie.”
“And I’m Jax. Opie’s best friend.” The blue-eyed blonde shakes your hand as well.
“I’m, uh, I’m YN,” you say. “I wish I could tell you more about me, but I don’t have much to go off of.”
“Don’t even worry about it. I’m sure you’ll be makin’ new memories pretty soon.”
The next hour passes agonizingly slow, but it’s never silent. Lyla shares what little stories from your childhood she remembers, about how she met Opie, and asks if you have any place to stay or where you’ll be staying. You inform her you have a motel room that suits you just fine and you kind of really want to stick with her for as long as you can. Jax and Opie are worried about whatever funds you have running out, but you assure them that Yelena and Melina set you up with funds that’s sure to last you for quite a while (they were really your funds you saved up over the years for targets you’d taken out for the Red Room, but they didn’t need to know that. At least not yet).
When Tara arrives at the table with an envelope in hand, everyone tenses. And she smiles- beams, really- while telling you what you already knew. You and Lyla were siblings, and the blood tests proved it. Lyla broke down into sobs again and you pulled her into a hug, chuckling but crying along with her. Opie and Jax stand, make their way around the table, and pull you into hugs of their own while welcoming you to the family. Even Tara hugs you, tears in her eyes before telling you all she has to go back to work.
The drive back to Teller-Morrow Automotive is a bit more lighthearted, but Lyla quickly schools her expression when she parks and gets out. She keeps her hands to herself as everyone starts to slowly come out from the clubhouse and your arms cross over your chest to hug yourself.
“Well?” Gemma drawls. “Are we kicking some ass or throwing a party?”
For a moment you and Lyla say nothing, and then she’s practically jumping up and down in celebration. “My sister’s back, bitches!”
Clay smiles and Gemma smirks, and the other men around you whoop and congratulate her. They introduce themselves to you this time- Juice, Bobby, Happy, Piney, and Chibs. Tig tries to flirt, but you laugh him off, and then Gemma’s pulling you into a side hug. Clay apologizes and you forgive him, and then you’re being ushered inside and asked what you like to eat because there’s going to be a huge party for you the following day.
Lyla ends up staying with you at the motel that night, but only after she agrees to Opie’s demands that a Prospect stand guard outside your room. She filled you in about her life after you’d gone missing and how she landed a job as a porn star. She had been hesitant to reveal that fact about her life, but you surprised her by being accepting of her chosen lifestyle.
You’d fallen asleep in the same bed in the early morning hours, only to be woken up by someone repeatedly kicking the mattress. You and Lyla immediately sat up, glaring at the intruders. Moments later, as your vision cleared, you watched as Opie and Jax snorted with laughter.
“Holy shit. If that DNA test hadn’t been taken yesterday, that twin death glare would’ve convinced me,” Jax had said.
You and Lyla groaned at the men, falling back onto the mattress and wanting nothing more than to grab a few more hours of sleep. Opie told you to do just that, but the two of you better be up and dressed for the night’s activities since Gemma had the sweetbutts cleaning the clubhouse from top to bottom since six that morning.
Later, after a late lunch, Lyla tells you to grab a change of clothes so you could get ready at her house. Opie introduces you to his kids and then Lyla drags you to the bedroom. You shower first and then her, and she tries to talk you into a different outfit when she sees what you chose- dark skinny jeans, a fitted short sleeve shirt under a loose cardigan and a pair of Doc Martens. You were comfortable in your own skin, but around so many new people you just wanted to dress comfortably with no intention of impressing anyone.
There are actual streamers and balloons and a welcome home banner when you get to the clubhouse, and you hardly bat an eye at all the scantily clad women that your sister refers to as sweetbutts who have high hopes of sleeping with anyone and everyone in a kutte. You’re hugged and kissed on the cheek by a few people, and then Jax is jumping on the bar and informing everyone exactly what the party is for while introducing you. There are several whoops of cheer and even more whistles of appreciation, and you sheepishly wave while trying to put Lyla in front of you.
Lyla leads you around the clubhouse so you can mingle and get to know more people, and then you’re grabbing a plate of pizza and a beer and taking a seat on the sofa. Eventually though she gets roped into being behind the bar, leaving you all alone. Opie checks on you every once and a while, he and Jax scaring away any member of SAMCRO who’d taken to sitting a little too close to you.
As the night wears on, Happy takes a seat on the opposite corner of the sofa you’re on to glare away anyone who bothers you. Every time someone gets close and then quickly backpedals after an introduction, you glance at Happy and offer him a brief smile before people watching once more.
Juice plops on the empty space between you and Happy, and he waggles his eyebrows at you. “You’ve been nursing that beer the entire night. Live a little.”
When he pulls forth a bottle of vodka that he’d been hiding by his side, you arch an eyebrow at him. “I’m not really a fan of the hard stuff.”
He scoffs. “What? All that time with the Russians and they didn’t teach you how to hold your liquor?”
Happy punches Juice’s thigh and you flash both men a grin. “Juice, I can drink your pretty ass under the table. I just choose not to.”
Juice beams and Happy rolls his eyes. “You’ve done it now.”
“Line them up, sweetheart. You just issued a challenge and I’m jumping on that.”
“Whatever. I’ll be back.” You get up and head over to the bar, asking Lyla for a tray of empty shot glasses. She raises an eyebrow at you, and you explain Juice has just challenged you to a drinking challenge. She laughs, gets you the shot glasses, and wishes you luck.
When you get back to Juice and Happy, you sit on your knees next to the coffee table and start lining up the shot glasses in two lines. Juice laughs and uncaps the vodka, filling each shot glass. Then once they’re all filled, he grabs the first one in his line as you do the same.
“Cheers.”
You and Juice clink shot glasses, and you down the first shot. One by one, you and Juice down them, gathering a small crowd who start laughing when Juice cringes at one particular shot and you’re still throwing them back without a grimace.
On the last shot, Juice hesitates, already looking a little green around the gills. He shoots back the shot, but more than half dribbles out of his mouth and you shoot yours back without any issue. The men and women surrounding you whoop and cheer, and you reclaim your seat on the sofa when Jax assures the sweetbutts will handle the shot glasses so you don’t have to clean up. Juice burps and gags, but keeps down his liquor. He sways in his seat and before anyone can do anything, he drops sideways so that his head is in your lap.
Laughing, you wave off Chibs as he goes to move his brother. “He’s fine. Let him sleep it off for a bit. I don’t think I can leave before the party’s over anyway.”
Chibs looks a little surprised, leaving Juice on your lap, but not taking his leave before snapping a quick picture of his passed out brother while you’re still sitting pretty as a flower.
It’s been a little over two months that you’ve been back in the states, and you’ve recently come back to Charming after visiting your parents. You fed them the same story you did your sister, and they accepted your words without question. They didn’t like that you were living under the radar, so after a quick call to Yelena who in turn called her sister Natasha, you were mailed your identification cards and every other important document you needed to get by without being questioned by any authorities.
You are the complete opposite of your sister Lyla, but the Sons of Anarchy and their Old Ladies have become quite fond of you. In fact, they’ve also become a bit protective as well. But it isn’t until the little town of Charming throws a fundraiser for every organization within the town that the club starts to realize there may be more to you than meets the eye.
Every organization had a booth lining the street of downtown Charming, selling food and giving away goodie bags to those who bought food from them or donated to their cause. And apparently there was a perk for whichever organization raised the most cash, so Gemma was determined to finally beat the fire department. She didn’t look too happy by the time you and Lyla dropped by, and she admitted the damn fire department had more visitors than the club’s booth. And on a whim, you asked her how much money they usually made at these things.
Once Gemma absentmindedly tells you that each booth usually makes anywhere from $200 to $800, Lyla and Jax are the only ones to raise an eyebrow as you smile and take off the small backpack you had donned for the day. Reaching in, you pull out a checkbook and write a check for $5000. You hand it over and take a cup of chili in return, and wink at Gemma when she finally reads how much you’d just donated.
Gemma blinks in shock and awe. “What? Baby..”
“I’m good for it. Trust me.”
Jax takes the check from his mom, his own eyes widening a second later. “What the fuck?”
You laugh and eat some chili, shrugging. “Just think of it as a thank you for all that you guys have done for me.”
Lyla can only smile as Jax whoops and cheers, rushing around the table to pull you into a hug and swing you around. After all, she and Opie were no stranger to taking some of your money so you could help them with some of their debt. It was a struggle for them to accept it, but when they realized you had more than enough cash stashed away, they thanked you profusely.
Little by little, your guard falls around the club. Not enough to let them know what you’d truly been through, but enough to stop blushing and even flirt back a little to give the men a taste of their own medicine. The first time you’d done it, Tig choked on his beer and Piney laughed so hard that Opie had to up his oxygen.
Lyla managed to convince Gemma to hire you on as a bartender at the clubhouse, but they made it clear that you were to step outside if they ever mentioned club business. You had absolutely no issue with it and immediately dropped whatever you were doing when Clay or Jax gave you a single look. So of course, after you’ve settled down and finally started to live like a civilian, it all comes crashing down.
The core members of SAMCRO are hanging around the clubhouse with Gemma, Tara, Lyla and yourself with them. Everyone’s just killing time after a long day in the garage and the atmosphere is the most comfortable you’ve ever felt since you’ve been here.
You’re on the way back from grabbing a few beers for the guys when a suit walks into the clubhouse, two duffel bags hanging off his shoulders. You see him first and slow to a stop, and then tense when you realize who he is. You know him. You’ve worked for him. And now here he was looking smug as can be.
“Hey, man,” Jax calls out. “We’re closed for the night.”
Suit smiles at Jax and shakes his head. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.” He points at you and everyone tenses. “Hello, YN.”
Your expression goes cold as you slowly set the bottles in your hand on the nearest table, keeping the suit in your eye sight the entire time. “You’re not welcome here. Leave.”
“Aw. Is that any way to speak to an old friend?” Immediately, everyone’s standing and coming to crowd on either side of you. Suit scoffs at their reaction. “Cute.” Then he meets your gaze head on. “I got a job for you.”
Immediately you shake your head. “No. Yelena and Melina got me out of that life. I’ve gone straight.”
“YN?” The hurt in your sister’s voice is enough to make your expression crack and you glance at her, expression showing just how fucking sorry you currently are. “What’s going on?”
“Later, Ly. Please.”
Her eyes widen when she hears your voice crack, but then the sound of a bag being tossed on the ground makes you look forward once more. You glance at the duffel bag on the floor and then back at the suit. He smirks. “Is two hundred and fifty thousand enough to make you stray?”
The men and women surrounding you go eerily quiet, so quiet that you hear a mumbled, “Fuck,” somewhere to your right. Your jaw clenches as tears sting your eyes and when you glance to your left, you find every Son staring at you in surprise.
“Check it.” Clay’s deep voice is enough to make you cringe and you helplessly watch as Tig scurries forward, unzipping the bag.
“Holy shit,” Tig murmurs. He looks up at you and then at Clay, eyebrows raising. “Looks legit.”
Your head hangs as you sigh, but then you quickly pull yourself together. Standing tall, head held high, you ask, “Who’s the target?”
“One of your favorites which is why I sought you out for it,” Suit says. “Specializes in human trafficking. Specifically children.”
“Oh hell no,” Gemma mutters.
“I don’t have a uniform. I got rid of everything.” The second duffel bag is tossed at your feet and you mentally roll your eyes. Of course. “You were so sure, weren’t you?” You ask as you scoop up the duffel bag and place the strap on your shoulder.
“What can I say? I know the targets that’ll bring you back into the fold no matter what. Once a Widow, always a Widow.”
You flinch and then step towards Tig, zipping the bag up and taking it with you. Looking at Clay, you say, “I’ll explain everything when I get back. I promise.” The man in charge looks you up and down, and you’re just grateful he’s not raging at you for keeping secrets. He nods and then you glance at Opie. “Can I use your dorm to change?”
“Yeah. Come on.”
Without meeting anyone else’s gaze, you follow after Opie and grab Lyla’s hand on the way. Opie leads you to the dorms, using his key to open up his own personal dorm. Once inside, you toss the duffel bag full of cash onto his bed and walk into the bathroom without a word with the other bag still hanging from your shoulder.
Setting the bag on the sink, you unzip it and sigh. It’s your suit- shoes, holsters, and weapons included. Then with another sigh, you strip and get redressed in the appropriate clothing. The black skintight, reinforced body suit still fits like a glove. You slip into your shoes before grabbing your belt and clipping it on. The thigh holsters clip onto your belt to make sure they don’t slip off and then you holster your glocks into each one. There’s another holster that you slip your arms into, clipping it together along your collarbones, while a triangular pack sits between your shoulder blades. You slip two electric batons into the pack so their handles sit just above your shoulders, and then you wrap two bracelets with widow bites around your wrists.
You quickly tie your hair up into a ponytail and once you’re finished, you toss the empty bag under the sink. Steeling yourself, you clear your mind and then step back out into Opie’s room.
Lyla and Opie’s eyes widen when they see you.
“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, kid?”
You gulp. “When I told you everything that happened to me? That was the watered down version,” you quietly tell them. “The full version is.. it’s worse. Way worse. But I can’t explain right now. I have a job to carry out.”
Lyla steps forward, eyes filling with tears. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do.” You allow your expression to fall for a brief moment before schooling it once more. “Keep the money hidden until I get back, yeah? And if you guys are willing to hear me out, I’ll explain everything then.”
Opie stares you down. “What you said about the human trafficking, that was real, right? It wasn’t just something to get us to trust you?”
“All real,” you say. “I just didn’t mention what the human trafficking was for. Or that I remembered every goddamn detail of it.”
He looks at you and then tersely nods. “Okay. I can’t speak for the rest of the guys, but I’ll hear you out.”
“Thank you.”
Opie then cracks a grin. “The guys are gonna flip when they see you in this get-up. Especially Juice. I think our little Puerto Rican has a crush on you.”
“Yeah? Well I doubt it’ll go anywhere now when he realizes just how much blood I have on my hands. Now let’s go. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can get back.”
Opie turns to open the door, but Lyla steps up to you, grabbing your hands and squeezing them in comfort. “For what it’s worth, I’ll love you no matter what. You’re my little sister, YN, and no matter what you have to tell us I’ll still be there for you.”
“Thanks, Ly.” She smiles as she rests her forehead against yours, and then looks up to kiss your forehead.
Opie and Lyla walk out ahead of you, and you take a moment to slip back into the person you were raised to be. With confidence oozing out of your every pore, you walk back out into the front of the clubhouse.
Juice is the first to spot you and as predicted, he’s stunned. His jaw drops open, his eyes widen, and one by one the Sons look to see what’s got him speechless.
“Holy shit,” Jax’s own eyes widen. “YN?”
“I think I got myself a new fetish,” Tig says.
Letting a smirk slide across your lips, you saunter forward until you’re standing next to the suit. Feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind your back, you nod at those you’ve slowly come to see as family. “Thank you for taking me in. When I get back, we’ll have a much needed discussion.”
“Damn right we will,” Clay says.
You nod at him and then glance at Gemma, Clay’s very own wife, and are relieved to see the amusement in eyes. Her gaze darts between you, Juice and Happy, and you’re surprised to see the heat both men are staring at you with. You’ve caught Juice stare at you that way a few times, but not so obvious like he is now and Happy.. well that’s new.
“I’ll see you all soon.”
Suit touches your elbow and you loosen your stance before turning on your heel, marching after your temporary boss.
It’s been two weeks since you’ve been back to the clubhouse, but to be fair you were buying a house and getting your shit in order. It wasn’t too close to Teller-Morrow Automotive in case the club took issue with your past and didn’t want you around, but you weren’t going to let their distrust of you drive a wedge between you and Lyla. You had just reconnected with your sister and you’ll be damned if you’re forced to leave her yet again.
So you found a house, purchased it, decorated it, and briefly settled in before deciding to head back over to the clubhouse.
Dressed comfortably, you grab a duffel bag you had thrown into your closet and slide into your brand-new black Chevrolet Camaro to drive towards Teller-Morrow. The sun has gone down by the time you get there, but it seems like they’ve got a party going on. And not wanting to do this in front of everybody, you head back over to your own house and text your sister. You tell her you’re ready to explain your story and those who wish to hear are more than welcome to come over. You text her the address to your home before making yourself a cup of tea and sitting outside on your porch to wait.
Twenty minutes later and the roaring of motorcycle engines pierce the still night air. The house and property you had chosen was well away from any dwelling, but it was the kind of isolation you approved of. Numerous headlights dot the dirt road leading up to your house, followed by the headlights of a large SUV.
Clay and Jax lead the way, followed by Opie, Tig, Bobby, Chibs, Juice and Happy. When the SUV parks, you smile as Lyla readily hops out and eagerly jogs up to meet you on the porch. Gemma’s not that far behind either.
Lyla immediately pulls you into a hug, exhaling in relief, but it’s Gemma who says, “Hey, baby, job go well?”
You grin at her over Lyla’s shoulder. “So well I took another. Head on in.” You gesture to the front door. “Let’s take a seat in the living room.”
Gemma heads in without having to be told twice and you pull out of Lyla’s embrace to tug her along. Opie flashes you a grin, ruffling your hair, and you swat at him then at Jax as he tries to do the same. You push Lyla inside and then Clay, Chibs, and Bobby give you a nod as they walk in behind your sister.
“Aw. No suit?” Tig frowns.
“Stop sexualizing my suit. It’s weird.”
“It’s hot.”
“I murder people in that suit.”
“Even hotter.”
You snort, chuckling as Happy shoves Tig into your house. “Thanks, Happy.”
He shrugs. “He’s not wrong.”
“Jesus Christ.” Happy flashes a faint grin before heading inside and then Juice stops right in front of you. You grin at him. “If you tell me my suit does it for you too, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“Fine. I won’t say a thing.”
“Good.”
“But-”
“Nope. Inside.” You shove at Juice, smiling at his laugh as you continue to push him inside your house. Everyone’s grabbed a seat in your living room and you walk up, setting your empty cup on a side table. Exhaling, you tuck your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “Alright, so first thing first, the whole ordeal I told you about human trafficking, that was real. I just didn’t give the details of what the human trafficking ring was for.”
“What exactly was it for?” Jax wonders.
“The KGB had a program to train little girls in combat and espionage. It’s not hard to mentally break a child, put her on a strict diet and start her on lessons.” You shrug, desensitized to what you’ve been through. “As soon as I got there, we were put on strict diets and had a workout routine. Then we had etiquette lessons and ballet lessons, and then they moved on to combat. It was basically a fight ring for little girls and those who didn’t make it, they died.”
Lyla gasps, hand flying to her mouth.
“Once we were trained nice and good in combat, weapons training started. We had to kill our first victim by thirteen. If we didn’t, we would be mentally broken all over again before being told to try again.”
“Jesus Christ.” Bobby shakes his head in disbelief.
You sigh. “At sixteen, the seduction lessons start. And then at graduation, you’re sterilized. After all, the KGB couldn’t have their little assassins getting knocked up and becoming distracted.”
Everyone’s stunned quiet.
“How do we know you’re not lying?” Clay asks.
Your right hand wraps around a USB drive in your back pocket before you pull it out and toss it at Juice who catches it with ease. “That’s every file they had on me from the early days when they took me up until after graduation. There’s a laptop under the TV already plugged in. Watch it if you have any doubts.”
Juice looks at Clay and the elder man gives him the go ahead. Juice scrambles out of his seat, heading towards your TV and the laptop residing on the shelf underneath it. You walk over behind the seat your sister is sitting on, standing behind her and crossing your arms over your chest as you mentally prepare yourself for what everyone’s about to see.
Juice sits beneath your TV with the laptop in his lap, everything on the laptop being showcased on TV for all to see. He’s mumbling to himself as he clicks through the files, searching for the videos that’ll backup your story. He finds them and immediately plays the first one.
The first video is shaky and a bit grainy, and it shows exactly what you first told them. The person handling the camera walks up to the back of what appears to be an 18-wheeler and the moment the door is pushed up, the terrified screams and cries of little girls pierce through the speakers. Your eye twitches, but you continue to watch as they pull every single of you out- faces tear stained and little bodies trembling. One by one, girls are either chosen or waved off, and then the video cuts out as soon as gunshots ring out.
The next video shows a small group of girls huddled together wearing nothing by white tank tops and underwear. Lyla gasps when the camera passes over you and you reach forward to grab onto her shoulder to remind her you’re home. On the screen, the girls are being measured and weighed, and then told what each girl can or cannot eat.
You’re fine watching the process of everything you’ve been through, but the moment they get to when the combat training starts, your facade cracks. The first fight you’d been in leaves you bloodied and crying, and thrown into an isolation room where you scream and cry some more for your mom, dad, and sister. At ten years old, they threaten that if you don’t start giving it your all then they’re going to kill you and go after your sister. That makes Lyla and Opie tense, and you end up having to quietly assure them all those people are dead. There is no more threat.
With the threat of them taking your sister hanging over your head, you become better. You lose a couple more fights, but the fights that truly count are the ones you win and graduate to the next level with. Weapons training was a breeze since you actually paid attention to that, assembling and disassembling coming very easy to you. But the moment you have a gun in hand, aiming it at a person tied to a chair with a sack over his head, you hesitate. The trainers see it and you’re tossed into another isolation room. When the video cuts to silent footage of you sitting in the corner with your hands pressed to your ears and screaming your lungs out, you wince.
“What did they make you listen to?” Gemma asks.
“They’d replicated my parent’s and Lyla’s voices,” you admit. “I had to listen to them telling me to do what I was told and then Lyla screaming as if she was being murdered.”
“How did you know it wasn’t real?” Opie asks, voice rough.
“Because when they finally pulled me out, they told me that the next time it wouldn’t be a fake recording.”
The next video footage is of you in the shooting range again, expression blank and aim true. You pull the trigger three times before effortlessly switching hands, shooting another three times. This time when there’s a bound man sitting in front of you, you don’t bat an eye before pulling the trigger.
There’s more combat training, more brutal than before, and ballet lessons that completely confuse everyone. They watch as you go from a terrified eight year old girl to a disciplined, lethal eighteen year old. There’s an entire graduation ceremony where those who survived the lessons are in black catsuits while scientists, doctors, and generals applaud all around you. And then it ends with you in a hospital gown, laying on a surgical gurney while being pushed into a surgical room.
When the videos end, no one utters a word.
“I.. have so much blood on my hands,” you say. “I didn’t want you to know who I was and then prevent me from being with my sister.”
“We all have blood on our hands, kid,” Clay says.
“Not like me.”
“No, not like you,” he agrees. You hold Clay’s stare as he figures out what his next step is. Eventually, he sighs after glancing between you and Lyla. “Do you plan to continue this line of business?”
“I hadn’t,” you admit. “But money is money and after purchasing this land and this house, I’m gonna need some form of income.”
“Is there any way this will blow back on your sister or the club?”
“Nah. When I take a mission, I wear someone else’s face. Mine is never on display unless it’s pure recon.”
“Wear someone else’s face?” Juice wonders.
“Photostatic veil. I got all kinds of cool gadgets.” Juice’s eyes light up and you grin. You have a feeling he’s going to love the basement of your house where all the weapons and gadgets and computers reside. “I’ll show you sometime.”
“No matter what I say, you ain’t leavin’, are ‘ya?” Clay asks.
You shrug. “If you really don’t want me around, I’ll steer clear of the club, but I’m not leaving Lyla.”
“I figured.” You smile as he huffs. “As long as you don’t endanger my club, I don’t give a shit what you do.”
“Aw. You’re sweet.” Clay rolls his eyes as everyone chuckles. The tension in the room ebbs away and you walk over to the hall closet. “And as thanks for looking out for my sister and being so cool when I first got here,” from the closet, you pull out a duffel bag and rejoin everyone before tossing the bag onto the coffee table, “that’s for you. Well for the club, but yeah.”
“Is that- is that what I think it is?” Tig asks, eyes sparkling as he stares at the bag.
“Why don’t you open it and find out.”
Tig scrambles out of his seat and quickly unzips the duffel bag. He barks out a laugh, pulling out stack after stack of cash.
“YN?” Lyla turns in her seat, staring up at you in awe and you shrug at her.
“I took a second job while I was away. Wasn’t a big fish, but he still had a decent penny attached to his name.”
“Holy shit.” Juice is next to Tig, pulling out stacks of money too. “How much is in here?”
“A hundred and fifty grand.” Chibs swears as he’s tossed a stack and you chuckle. “Divide it up, pay off debt, or do whatever. Every other job will be a generous donation to my new favorite MC so long as my identity stays between us. It won’t do any good if everyone knows I’m a Black Widow.”
“I feel like a sugar baby. Is this what being a sugar baby feels like?” Juice asks.
Jax snorts as he stands up, heading for you. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your temple. “Thanks, darling. You have no idea how much this money is going to help us out.”
“Yeah, well..”
“I got a question,” Gemma says. She waits until she has your attention, until Jax slings an arm around your shoulders and faces his mom too, and then continues on. “Have you ever met that Captain America fella?”
Everyone seems to exhale in relief and you laugh. “Actually, yeah. I had to get Natasha to set me up with my legal documents and he flew out with her to deliver them.”
“And?” She raises an eyebrow at you.
“And..” You shrug. “And nothing.”
“Oh bullshit. He as good looking as he looks on TV?”
Your nose wrinkles as you shrug again. “He’s okay. Not really my type.”
Lyla scoffs. “Please. Captain America is everyone’s type.”
“Hey.” Everyone chuckles at Opie’s pout.
“Nah. He’s too.. clean cut. If I had to choose someone, I’d choose his best friend Sergeant Barnes.”
“The Winter fuckin’ Soldier!” Juice exclaims. “Seriously?!”
“Oh hell yeah.” You grin. “That broody, long haired, metal armed man..” You trail off, humming in delight as Lyla and Gemma bark out a laugh at the glint you get in your eye. “That man looks like he can fuck.”
“That man looks like he’ll murder you!”
“If I got out during sex with that metal hand wrapped around my throat, I’d die a happy woman.”
“Jesus Christ,” Tig swears. The poor man looks a little too turned on as he stares at you, but surprisingly he doesn’t hit on you. “Are you sure you’re Lyla’s baby sister?”
“We got the DNA test to prove it.”
Mostly everyone is still chuckling as Jax tights his arm around you. “Well I know one thing for sure, life just got a whole lot more interesting in Charming with its very own Black Widow now residing here.”
On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Unfortunately, the humans you’ve made friends with are dragged into the mess.
Words: 5.9K Author’s Note: Third and FINAL update to this little series. You guys get an early update because today starts my town’s local festival, and our cell service and wifi signal is about to be hit and miss starting tomorrow when everyone flocks to our town.
Your first year in Charming was spent putting down roots and getting to know the men of the infamous Sons of Anarchy. A majority of them were hesitant to let you in since you weren’t an Old Lady or a croweater/sweetbutt, but since you had some of the most important members of their club in your corner, the men quickly learned to show you some respect. The sweetbutts had no idea about you or the supernatural world since it was top secret knowledge within the club, so it was a fun night for all when one overstepped the line with you, and you easily put her in her place.
Juice had found you the perfect piece of land away from any other dwelling, and you had bought it and put plans to have a house built on it as soon as you could into motion. The club thought that the five bedroom, three and a half bath house you had plans for was a little excessive for just you, but after explaining that it was a pack house, they understood. And when you weren’t dealing with the construction crew, you were jogging all around Charming to make sure your scent would saturate anything and everything you touched.
SAMCRO was filled with many members that you met with nearly on a daily basis, but you only ever found yourself drawn to a handful of them. Gemma, Jax, Juice, Chibs and Opie were the main ones you found yourself scenting as pack, and eventually Clay and Happy wormed their way under your wolf’s paw.
Over the months, the club got to meet many other wolves and supernatural creatures who were just passing through or congratulating another respectable Hale becoming an alpha. Fortunately, none ever challenged your authority which meant a majority of the club never got to see you in action. Then when your house was finally finished, you asked Gemma to help you decorate and furnish it. She was more than up to the task, loving every second of it and gloating in front of Jax and Opie that the house was just amazing. The men did their damnedest to get a glimpse of the house, but you refused them, even Juice who tried to wheedle his way in by suggesting he install a security system all around your property. He had a good idea, but it wasn’t something that needed to be installed just yet.
It’s been a week that you’ve now been sleeping in your own house and a week since Gemma told you she was throwing a housewarming party. She only invited club members, but club members that you usually found yourself speaking with, and you invited Derek and the betas.
Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd were the firsts to show up the day of the housewarming party- your brother prepping the grill outside for the steaks to be added as soon as everyone showed up. Gemma showed up next and you weren’t surprised she and Erica got along swimmingly. The three of you then ended up prepping and wrapping potatoes to be tossed onto the grill, and shucking some corn to be added as well.
As you follow Gemma and Erica outside to leave the corn and potatoes on a table, you find Isaac and Boyd settling two kegs into buckets of ice. “Jesus,” you mutter. “We’re not throwing a kegger, boys.”
Boyd flashes you a smile. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”
Your nose wrinkles. “Ugh. Graduation night, right? When Stiles spiked the punch?”
“You were so wasted.” Isaac chuckles. “Isn’t that the night Derek caught you in the bathroom with Brett?”
Your eyes widen as Derek growls. “Thanks for bringing that up, Lahey.”
“Wait a minute.” Gemma glances between all of you. “I thought you couldn’t get drunk?”
“You know how wolfsbane is lethal to us?” She nods. “Well mixed just right with some other herbs and then dropped into whatever we’re drinking, we’re totally fucked,” you say.
She slowly smirks. “I need to get my hands on these herbs.”
Everyone laughs and then the sounds of roaring engines meet your ears. You perk up and Erica smirks knowingly at you. “Your boy’s here.”
“He’s not my boy!”
Her eyes roll. “I don’t get why you don’t just bang him. The two of you are no strangers to casual sex.”
“Can we not talk about my baby sister banging Jax? Thanks.”
You mentally facepalm as Gemma’s eyes widen. “I knew it.”
“Knew what? There’s nothing going on,” you say while trying to also walk away.
“But you want there to be?”
You open your mouth to retort, but snap it shut and shrug. There was no use lying to Gemma. “I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to something happening, but I’m not gonna pursue it either. While casual sex between pack members is not unusual, your son is the Prez of SAMCRO who has every croweater throwing their panties at him. Us wolves are territorial in case you haven’t noticed. It wouldn’t work out ”
Gemma just cocks an eyebrow at you and you shrug once more before turning around and jogging ‘round the side of your house. Jax, Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy are all standing before your house, staring up at it in awe.
“You think the outside looks good, then you should see the inside.”
Jax is the first to look at you and a lazy smile blossoms across his face. He saunters over to you, gaze darting between you and the house before he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “The house looks dope. We finally gonna get that tour?”
“Yes.” You laugh.
Clay and Chibs greet you with a kiss to the cheek as well, but it’s Chibs who mentions, “The housewarming gifts are all back at the club. Couldn’t exactly fit them on the bike, darling.”
“That’s alright,” you assure him.
Opie and Juice get hugs, and you stare at Happy long enough to gauge where his social meter is at today. You consider him pack, but he’s one individual that isn’t one for touch unless it’s a croweater he’s having his way with. But for you, you’ve noticed, he’ll allow touching to keep your werewolf tendencies at bay. So when you see him crack the faintest of grins, you move in and grab onto his forearm in greeting.
“Hey, Hap. Good day?”
The bald headed, heavily tattooed man shrugs. “Can’t complain.”
“Good.” Then glancing back at everyone else again, you gesture to the front door. “Well go on. Everyone’s out back already and the betas somehow produced kegs from thin air. Derek’s put the corn and potatoes on the grill, and he’s about to put the steaks on too.”
“Oh hell yes,” Juice exclaims, rubbing his stomach.
You shake your head and follow the men up the porch steps. They nose about the living room, making impressed noises about the kitchen, then peek into the dining room, washroom, study, the half bath, and the two bedrooms downstairs that share a bathroom.
You follow everyone as they stomp upstairs, chuckling softly to yourself as they file into every room. You nearly cackle at the way Happy puts a smiley face sticker on the door jamb to one of the rooms, then stoically meets everyone’s gaze and says, “Dibs.”
Jax and Juice immediately kick up a fuss, telling Happy he can’t call dibs on a room. When he doesn’t crack under their barrage, both men look at you in order to back them up.
Instead, you shrug. “I have four extra bedrooms. Did you think I had them built just in case you guys only wanted to crash here? I knew Jax, Opie, Clay and Gem wouldn’t since you all have your own houses, wives, and kids, but the others are free to do whatever they want.”
“So if I wanted to move in..” Juice starts, already thinking over it
“Then you move in.” You grin. “If there are any spare bedrooms after we’re all settled in, then they can be used by anyone else when they feel the urge to sleep over.”
Juice practically fist pumps the air, talking about not sleeping in his shitty apartment or dorm at the club anymore and Happy mentions the same thing. Chibs, Clay and Opie can only shake their heads in amusement as Juice and Happy start talking about moving their shit in asap.
“What if I hate my house?” Jax asks. “Then could I move in too?”
You eye the blonde biker until he slowly starts to grin at you and you roll your eyes. “Yes, Jax. If you don’t want to pay anymore on that mortgage of yours, move on in.” Then looking between all three of your roommates, you also mention, “The rooms are also soundproofed, so if your croweaters make an appearance, you’re cleaning that shit up as soon as you’re done. I don’t want this house reeking of spunk.”
“Yes, mother,” Juice mumbles.
You pin him with a glare and let a low growl reverberate through your throat. “Try me, Juicy. I will cockblock you if I have to.”
His eyes widen and Opie snorts before slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, little alpha. I think I smell those steaks your brother’s got going.”
“Wait, what about this room?” Jax asks, hand already on the doorknob to the closed bedroom door.
“Don’t even think about it,” you tell him. “That’s mine and if you see it, I have a feeling I’m going to come home to one of you three neanderthals in it. Gemma’s already napped in it and she threatened to shoot me when I woke her.”
Clay chuckles. “Yep. That sounds like my old lady.”
Jax’s eyes sparkle and you take a step in his direction. “Jackson..”
“YN..”
Just as you lunge for him, he opens the door and stumbles into your room. “Holy shit.”
You close your eyes and groan as the rest of the Sons spill into your room. You know what they’re seeing- king sized bed with numerous fluffy pillows and plush comforter, large flatscreen mounted on the wall across from the bed, and the recliner and small sofa on the opposite sides of your room. Opie opens your walk-in and whistles appreciatively, and then Jax swears again as he enters your bathroom.
“You really went all out, huh?” He wonders.
“What can I say, I like my comforts.”
“Uh huh.” Jax continues to look around until his gaze lands on you again. “You know, this room is pretty fuckin’ fit for a president.”
“Yeah?” Your eyes narrow. “And my foot is pretty fuckin’ fit for a president’s ass. Wanna try it out?”
The Sons roar with laughter and then Clay’s slinging an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the room. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go see what fresh hell my old lady and that blonde she-wolf are gettin’ up to.”
As you head outside, everyone but your brother is already seated at the table. Whoops and words of greeting are exchanged before Clay and Chibs make a beeline for your brother. You smile as they greet him, clapping him on the shoulders and then getting a peek at dinner. Juice and Happy make a beeline for the keg, and you head for the table. Just as you head for one of the chairs, you’re surprised when Jax pulls it out for you and gestures for you to sit. And apparently your surprise is still etched into your features after you sit, letting Gemma and Erica see a glimpse of it and snort with amusement. A moment later you’re scowling, but then smiling again as Jax passes you a cup of beer.
Eventually Derek, Clay and Chibs join the table, and everyone sits, chatting and laughing while the food cooks. Gemma is not happy to hear that Jax has plans to sell his house, but she doesn’t want to show how pleased she is that her son is moving into your house. The all knowing glint in her eyes lets you know you’ll be hearing more about that later.
Erica’s sharing the story of when a kanima was let loose on Beacon Hills, and you’d been paralyzed in a swimming pool with the human who’d had the biggest crush on you as the only person keeping you afloat, when your ears pick up on gravel crunching under tires.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you shift in your seat, angling to get better hearing when Derek says, “I might have invited a few more people.”
“Who?”
Jax and Opie tense on either side of you, but Erica’s words make you relax. “College kids are on break. Any guess as to who banded together to finally congratulate you on your new werewolf status and the house?”
Your eyes widen before you laugh and you stand up from your chair just as the pack of four round the corner of your house. “Batman!”
“Supergirl!” You laugh as you break out into a jog in order to meet Stiles Stilinski in a bone crushing hug.
“Who the hell is that?” Jax grumbles. Gemma hides her smile behind the rim of her cup.
“Stiles Stilinski,” Erica muses. “He’s the one who held our precious YN afloat in that swimming pool I was just telling you about.”
Jax tenses in his seat, glaring at the duo hugging it out before YN moves onto a laughing Asian girl.
“Relax,” Derek mumbles. “Stiles is dating that redhead next to him. Has been since the end of their high school career.”
“So who exactly are these kids?” Gemma wonders.
“Well Stiles is the first one YN hugged,” Erica tells her. “Kira was the second, Lydia is the one she’s hugging now, and the adorable puppy waiting his turn is alpha Scott McCall.” Gemma raises an eyebrow at hearing an alpha be called an adorable puppy. “What? It’s true. Scott’s the definition of pure and wholesome. He didn’t even have to kill an alpha to take their power, he just rose to his rank. He’s what we in the werewolf community call a true alpha, an alpha who rises to their power rather than take it from another.”
The Sons are kept from asking anymore questions as YN leads the McCall pack towards them. Introductions are had, handshakes are given, and you huff with amusement when Jax squeezes Stiles’ hand a little too hard though you have no idea what that’s about.
“So are we good to be nosy or are your alpha instincts still sensitive?” Stiles asks.
“Knock yourself out, Stilinski. Just don’t enter the room that has a smiley sticker on the door jamb. That’s Happy’s room and he doesn’t like people entering his space.”
“Which one is Happy again?” Everyone looks in Happy’s direction as the man in question stares Stiles down, sipping his beer without a word. “Right,” Stiles nervously chuckles. “Stay out of the scary biker’s room. Got it. Let’s go, Kira. I know you wanna look around too.”
As Stiles and Kira disappear into your house, everyone settles around the table once more.
“So..” Scott hesitates as all eyes are suddenly on him, but he only has eyes for you. “How are you settling in as an alpha?”
“It’s been good,” you tell him with a smile. “It helped that as soon as I met these fellas, I connected with them before I even turned alpha.”
“Is everyone human or..?” Lydia wonders.
“All human, all bikers,” you say. “Except for Gem, she’s Clay’s old lady and Jax’s mom, but she’s a stone-cold bitch and I love her all the more for it.”
Gemma raises her cup in cheers. “You know it, baby.”
Jax nudges your arm and when you look at him, he gestures to Lydia who’s rubbing her temple and flinching at something even though her eyes are closed. “Hey, Lyds,” you call out. “You okay over there?”
Scott immediately looks at her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she says, “Yeah. It’s just.. there’s so much death.” Your pack tenses. “Everyone’s talking at once and I can decipher what they want me to know.”
You gulp. “Lydia’s a banshee,” you murmur quietly, but still loud enough for everyone around the table to hear. “The voices of the banshees that came before her whisper to her every now and then, warning her about something on the horizon or replaying death echoes of those who lost their lives.”
The Sons wince and Lydia’s eyes open, though it’s easy to spot the tension in her frame. “I’m good. Promise.”
“Okay.”
Kira and Stiles step out onto the back porch then, and Stiles hops down eagerly as he makes his way to the table. “That bed is perfect for puppy piles. You guys get puppy piles, right?”
“Goddammit, Stiles, stop calling them puppy piles.” Stiles looks at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “And to answer your question, no. The pack has not bonded that way. Three of them are married, two of them to each other, and the others don’t.. cuddle.”
“Hold up,” Juice says, slowly smirking. You groan at the look on his face. “Puppy piles?” He muses. “Have you been holding out on us, YN?”
“Fuck off, Juice.”
The table laughs, but Juice doesn’t let up. “What does a puppy pile consist of?”
“Stop calling it a puppy pile!”
Erica’s red painted lips stretch into a smile. “Puppy piles are just another way for a pack to become closer. It’s exactly what you think it is- a cuddle session. Everyone in the pack piles onto one bed or the floor and just sleeps. We usually have one when something traumatic happens and the pack just want to assure each other that they’re okay.”
Your pack looks at you, but you don’t meet their gazes. There have been plenty of instances when someone threatened your boys and you’ve hovered, but you never mentioned anything about a puppy pile to them.
Stiles snickers. “Who was it that woke up with their face pressed into YN’s chest and couldn’t look her in the eye for a week?”
“Isaac.” Erica reaches over and pinches her pack mate’s reddening cheek.
Derek finally chuckles then, standing up and gripping Isaac’s shoulder. “Come help me check the food. If you linger any longer, I’m afraid Jax is gonna shoot you.”
Gemma cackles and you groan, sinking into your seat. Your brother and pack were the worst.
“What am I missing?” Clay rumbles. You watch as Gemma leans over and mumbles something into his ear, his gaze then darting between you and his stepson. “Yeah, I can see it.”
“The fuck you can.” You get up, cheeks reddening as the table’s occupants laugh while you head over to your brother.
Isaac is pulling out the corn, laying them on a baking sheet before doing the same for the potatoes. You head inside to start bringing out the extra condiments for the potatoes and corn, and Gemma isn’t too far behind to collect plates and utensils.
“Grub’s done. Come and get it,” you call out.
You and Derek stand back to watch how everyone mingles with each other, grinning as your pack playfully shoves one another as they make a line. There’s more than enough steaks to go around, so everyone gleefully helps themself. And when everyone has their plates full, you go around the table and ask if anyone wants a refill on their beer.
You’re the last one to serve yourself, but you’re also the one everyone waits for to sit down before they all dig in. Then moments later, many are complimenting the chef and host, and wondering when the next pack dinner can take place.
Scott and his pack share a few stories about their college shenanigans, your pack shares a few stories about the club that can’t incriminate them in anything, and Derek’s pack shares a few stories that include you in order to embarrass you.
Food is eaten and a few more drinks are had since everyone was driving somewhere after the night was done, and all in all it’s a very good night.
Lydia zones out more often throughout the night, but eventually it happens too frequently to go ignored. Everyone is paying her more and more attention, and even the humans know something is really wrong. The redhead gasps and pushes herself away from the table, and all talking ceases.
“Shit,” you utter as Stiles stumbles after her.
“What’s going on?” Jax asks you.
“Remember how I said Lydia’s a banshee?”
“Yeah.”
“Well what are banshees known for?”
Chibs’ eyes subtly widen. “Screamin’ when death is near.”
“Yep.”
“Scream,” Stiles says. “Lydia, scream.”
“Cover your ears!”
Your hands slam over your own ears just as Lydia opens her mouth, jaw clenching as the banshee’s wail still irritates your sensitive ears.
She wails for several long seconds, and when she’s done there’s a hand immediately on your back. You glance to your right, meeting Jax’s astonished gaze.
“Crows cawing.” Lydia’s words make you snap to attention. Her eyes are filled with information that only she’s privy to. “Cawing crows.. and snarling?”
“Well the snarling can be any supernatural creature,” Scott says. “But I don’t know about the crows.”
“SAMCRO.” Clay’s words make you tense.
You glance around at your SAMCRO pack members, heart dropping into your stomach. “The clubhouse,” you realize. “They’re gonna attack the clubhouse.”
One moment everyone’s just looking at each other, and the next everyone’s scrambling out of their seats and running around the house to the front. Jax’s hand wraps around yours and you don’t even fight him when he makes a beeline for his bike. He doesn’t have to tell you to climb on, you already doing it the second he’s settled. You can see everyone scrambling onto their bikes or throwing themselves into a car, and then everyone’s racing towards Teller-Morrow Automotive.
When you pull up to the garage/club, you hop off the back of Jax’s bike and rush forward. In the lot, the SAMCRO members who’d stayed behind are all on their knees with several individuals standing behind them. Your pack forms a line behind you, guns being pulled from their waistbands or from some place they’d been stashed on their bikes.
The scent of the trespassing wolves fill your nostrils and your eyes flare red in annoyance. “What’s the meaning of this?”
Red and yellow eyes flare right back- one alpha, five betas- and the alpha chuckles. “You surprise us, lone wolf. Here I thought I could leave you a present, but then you come rolling in with human filth before we can finish.”
You snarl, teeth and claws elongating. “If you touch any one of them, I promise you, you won’t be walking off this lot.”
“Yeah?” The trespassing alpha smirks. “And how do you suppose you’re going to stop me, lone wolf? Your scent is the only scent stinking up this little town.”
“I might be the only supernatural being in my pack,” you say, letting your lips curl into a smirk, “but you picked the wrong day to attempt a takeover.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because us Hales stick together.” Derek steps forward, followed by Erica, Boyd and Isaac. All their eyes flare red and yellow.
“And I don’t like wolves who hurt humans on purpose.” Scott steps forward, eyes flaring red, followed by Kira. She grips the buckle of her belt and whips the entire thing off in one go as it snaps into a wickedly sharp katana.
The trespassing pack doesn’t look so confident now.
“What do you want to do, YN?” Derek asks. “This is your territory, your decision.”
“The less gunfire, the better. We don’t want the cops coming here. Subdue them.”
As if those were the magic words, every trespassing wolf shoves down a SAMCRO member who’d been on their knees and jumps over them. You, your brother, and friends meet them head on- wolf vs. wolf and wolf vs. kitsune.
The outcome of the fight should be a no-brainer- their six to your seven- but somehow in the middle of all the snarling, slashing and biting, the trespassing alpha gets the drop on you. You didn’t have to keep an eye on all the humans who had stood back, itching to shoot, but you did get momentarily distracted when two betas jumped on Derek after knocking Isaac and Erica out.
A metal pipe whips across your face, the momentum behind the hit causing your whole body to turn and stumble. A kick to the back of your knee sends you to your hands and knees, and then the pipe is being shoved into your back and out your chest.
Your head whips back as you roar in pain and rage, and the fight all around you comes to a halt.
Opie and Clay have to keep a hold of Jax the moment they see YN get whipped across the face with a pipe, everyone’s heart dropping into their stomachs when the pipe is then shoved through her body. The alpha standing over her chuckles, his red eyes scanning the humans in amusement.
“Hey. Hey!” Jax calls out, crouching a little so he can catch YN’s red gaze. As she pushes further up on shaky arms, a little bit of his tension bleeds out. “What’s the play here?”
Supernatural red meets human blue, top lip trembling in rage. “Kill them.”
“You heard her, boys. One and done, but that red eyed prick is mine.”
“If you’re with me, now’s the time to duck,” you mumble.
Just as Jax stands tall and takes aim, your brother and friends immediately fall to the ground. Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy all take one shot, letting the alpha look around in surprise as his entire pack falls to the ground with a smoking bullet hole in their head, and then Jax pulls his trigger when the alpha looks back at him.
You fall to your side just as the alpha gripping the pole falls dead, groaning in pain at the metal still sticking out of your body.
“What the hell was that?!” Stiles exclaims.
You wince as pain wracks your body just as Gemma tells everyone you’d made SAMCRO switch to wolfsbane bullets in case of something like this ever happening.
Hands find your shoulders and you growl, but then Chibs’ voice is telling you it’s just him. “Easy, lass. Easy,” he says. He quietly swears, speaking to another individual who’s yet to touch you. “We might need to get her to a hospital.”
“No.” You grit your teeth, forcing yourself onto your hands and knees before sitting back on your knees. Immediately, you meet Jax’s wide eyes. “Pull it out. I’ll heal.”
“Bullshit.”
“It’s true.” Derek steps up behind Jax, smirking as he looks down at you. “Sucks, doesn’t it? Remember when I was in this exact position, and you mocked me?”
“Fuck. You.”
“Take a deep breath in because this is going to suck. A lot.”
Derek walks around you and places one hand on your shoulder, grasping the metal pipe sticking out from just below your breastbone with the other. He yanks before you can even inhale deeply. You roar, but your eyelids quickly flutter as you start to fall back.
“Oh shit.” Hands catch you and suddenly there’s pressure against your back and front. Your arms are draped around necks and then you’re being helped into the club. “Get more towels. Set her on the pool table.”
You’re in a haze of pain as you’re led inside the club, mumbling about buying a new pool table as you’re laid out on it. More towels or sheets or whatever they’d found are shoved under your back and pressed down onto your front, and you whimper in pain.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Your eyelids flutter open and you see Jax worriedly staring down at you.
“M'fine,” you tell him, flashing him a faint smile. “Just hurts.”
He gulps. “I need to make sure my brothers are good. You better not die on our pool table.”
“Never.”
You grin and then wince when Jax turns around, yelling that the clubhouse is now in lockdown.
Pressure just under your chest lessens and you grimace when you feel your shirt being lifted.
“Oh god. Oh that’s so gross. Derek, stop looking into the gaping wound,” Stiles mumbles.
“Stop being a little bitch, Stilinski,” you mumble back and then swat at the hands holding your shirt up. “Put it down. Let me heal in peace.”
“You gonna be good here?” Your brother asks. “We have bodies to bury.”
“Yeah. Go.” You shoo him away. “Ask Happy for help. He’ll know the best locations to dig.”
“Alright.”
Your brother, his pack and Scott’s pack take their leave after having a brief conversation with Happy and Juice. And just when your eyes close, you feel a presence hovering over you.
Breathing in deep, you figure out who it is. “Gem.”
“Hey, baby. Are you really gonna be okay?”
You smile and briefly open one eye, nodding. “Yeah. I just need to rest up. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll be good.”
“Okay.” A moment passes and then, “I know I’ve seen you fight before, but tonight was pretty badass.” You huff a quiet laugh. “And that little Asian girl? She’s not human, is she? I thought I saw her eyes glowing orange.”
“She’s not. Kira’s a kitsune.”
“So a banshee and a kitsune,” she muses. “These are some interesting friends you’ve got.”
“You think that’s interesting, you should meet Deputy Parrish.”
You can practically hear the sneer in her voice as she asks, “A pig?”
“Don’t be rude. Parrish is a decent guy. He also happens to be a hellhound.”
When Gemma falls quiet, you open your eyes and find her looking a little surprised. “Huh. Those exist?”
“Yeah. He gets all glowy-eyed, fangy and claw-y like the rest of us.” She snorts. “But his body also erupts into flames.”
“Damn. I bet that’s a sight to behold.”
“Oh for sure. Especially since the only piece of clothing that’s left on him after a fight are his boxer briefs.” You and Gemma chortle with laughter, but then you groan in pain and shoo her away so you can get some relaxation.
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Sometime later, you’re awoken when your hear quiet chatter all around. You attempt to sit up, groaning when every muscle in your body protests since you’d been laying in one position for so long.
“Hey. Careful.”
You wrinkle your nose at Jax, grinning a moment later as he sweeps his hair out of his eyes. “M'fine. I need a shower. And a bed.” You yawn. “I need to get home.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. Club’s on lockdown.”
“Jax,” you whine. “I don’t wanna sleep in any of your sex dens. The smell of stale cum wreaks havoc on the senses.”
He snorts. “Don’t worry. I had a prospect clean my room from top to bottom recently. You’re good.”
“I don’t have clothes here.”
“Lydia went to the house and picked up some stuff for you before she left.”
“So the packs left then?”
“Yeah. Your brother and his pack grabbed a motel room nearby though. He’ll check in tomorrow.”
“Joy,” you deadpan. You absentmindedly scratch at your wound, wincing a little before picking up your shirt to look at it. By now it just looks like a wet scab and you sigh. “So that shower?”
“Follow me.” Jax smirks and you hop off the pool table, following after him.
When you get to Jax’s dorm and he opens it up, you’re relieved that it actually does smell just like him and only him. One of your duffel bags is on his bed and you head over to it to open it up and rummage through it for an outfit. You don’t say a word as he leads you into the bathroom, starting it up for you and keeping a careful eye on you.
“I got it from here,” you say as the steam starts filling up the small space. “Thanks, Jax.”
Offering him a faint smile, you keep still as he steps into your space. On hand raises, hesitantly cupping the side of your face as his eyes trace over every feature. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Mhm. Just tired. I’ll be good by morning.”
“I’ll be right outside then.”
Jax leaves you be and as the door shuts behind him, you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart’s even pumping a little quicker than usual and you mentally get your emotions in check before you start stripping.
The hot water feels phenomenal and you take a moment to rinse all the blood off before grabbing Jax’s bar of soap and lathering yourself up. Then once you feel a little more like yourself, you step out and dry off as much as you can. You run your fingers through your hair just enough until you can tie it up into a messy bun then pull on a sports bra. You pull on underwear and a small pair of sleep shorts, and then sleepily stumble out into Jax’s room.
You’re not surprised to find him there, but you are a bit surprised to find him in nothing but basketball shorts. He glances up at you and smirks. “Been texting with Erica,” he says while tossing his prepaid cell aside. “Says skin on skin is good for healing.”
“It is.” You narrow your eyes at him as his smirk widens.
“Sorry we can’t fit any of the others in my bed, but I’m hoping you’ll be fine with just me.”
“You encouraging this is only going to make the teasing worse.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t,” you say, walking over to his bed and climbing into it so you’re closest to the wall.
Jax chuckles as he climbs in after you and you don’t waste a second before you’re tucking yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest and slipping a leg over his thigh. You let your body relax, eyes closing, only to pinch his stomach when he says, “So if this is a puppy pile, I honestly wouldn’t mind doing this every night. But just you and me. I don’t like to share.”
You huff a laugh. “But pack cuddles are for the entire pack, Jax. It’s a form of bonding.”
“Fine. Then only you and I get to strip down and bond like this. All clothes stay on when Juice and Chibs are involved.”
“And Happy?”
This time, Jax laughs. “You really think Happy’s gonna cuddle?”
“I don’t know,” you tiredly muse. “I managed to get him to let me hug him. I’m pretty sure I’ll at least get to sleep in the same bed as him, even if we’re a few feet apart.”
“Fine. If you manage to wear down Happy, clothes stay on.”
“You’re making a lot of rules for someone who’s basically just a beta.”
“Oh sweetheart, you and I both know there’s more going on between us than just the relationship of an alpha and her beta.”
You bite back a grin. “I’m pretty sure your mom wants me to jump your bones.”
His chest shakes with quiet laughter. “I’m pretty sure I want you to too.”
“Mhm. We’ll revisit this conversation after I’ve healed and go from there.”
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.
HC request from @romanchronicles: Happy giving his GF a cover-up tattoo.
You had gotten your High School boyfriends initials tattooed over your heart when you were at a party one night when you were 16.
You have long since regretted it, you and our boyfriend broke up years ago.
You were now with Happy Lowman and you were super embarrassed about the tattoo. He understood completely though cause he did some stupid shit when he was a teen.
After being together for a year and a half you finally asked him if he would cover it up with something, anything would be better than your ex’s initials.
You told him to surprise you and you didn’t look at his work the entire time. Mostly sitting there with your eyes clenched shut.
When he was finished he told you to keep your eyes closed as he helped you stand up in front of the mirror.
When he told you to open your eyes he was down on one knee with an engagement ring.
You cried and obviously said yes then saw your tattoo, his crow was perfectly placed with a beautiful design, your ex’s initials long forgotten.
The whole club cheering for you guys, most with shocked looks plastered on their faces. Someone was finally able to get happy to settle down.
Spending the rest of the night drinking and showing everyone your ring with a huge smile, happy never leaving your side.
