Oh boy, oh geez… I have no excuse except that I WARNED ya’ll I was gonna do this. PLEASE comment and let me know what you think. Also, these are pretty decent lengths, and I’m kinda proud. Anyway– lemme know what you think about this one! Bye!
(No Nick; I couldn’t get into it for him, sorry!)
Headrush definition: a sudden feeling of intense pleasure or euphoria
warnings: STEAMY, all smut, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, oral sex, dirty talk, orgasms, biting, dick sucking, squirting, hints of yandere behavior
Billy Russo: It was always the last orgasm that had Billy’s head swimming with pleasure. He took great pride in his ability to cum again and again with little to no rebound time; Billy was a soldier, a Marine, a sniper,so he had incredible control over his body. And yours. The first time he came in the session, Billy came on your stomach, grinning at the sight of his glistening cum on your soft skin. He leaned over, his long fingers stretching over your flesh, spreading his seed over you like a lotion, rubbing himself into your skin. The second time, he came on your ass before quickly flipping you around, sticking his dick in your mouth, and cumming down your throat. The last orgasm he got as you rode him. Billy sat back, dark eyes trained on you as you bounced on top of him. Your breasts were jiggling up and down in a blur of movement, and his hands gripped your thighs hard. He wanted to see his fingerprints on your skin later. You were moaning loudly, so prettily, and Billy arched his hips, groaning when he felt you clench around him in response. He knew what was coming next. He felt the tightness in his balls first, the telltale trigger before he bust. His hands, far from gentle, lifted from your thighs to slap down on your hips as he took control of the pace. Billy enjoyed lifting you up from his dick, leaving the tip in before slamming you back down over and over again until the room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans, Billy’s deep grunts, and the wet slapping sound of your body on his. His eyes were still open, watching you, even as he felt the shift in his perspective. He was cumming, he was cumming again, inside of you, and fuck, it felt good. “Shit,” he hissed out, his head falling back against the pillows, “shit, fuck….” He felt himself twitch inside of you, still cumming, and he sighed. This was it. This was the best fucking feeling in the world. He watched as his cum started to leak out of you, dripping down onto his cock, still seated inside of you, and he felt his brain go fuzzy with pride. You were his. His. Only he could have you like this, only he could claim you over and over again and again like this, like he’d just done. As you trembled and shook above him, Billy reached out and pulled you down onto his chest, holding you close. You were his. Only his. And he’d be damned if he let anyone take you away.
Logan Delos: Logan would never tire of fucking you. God, it was like every fucking time was the first time. You always surprised him, no matter how well he knew you, no matter how well versed he was in the language of your body, you always found a way to make things new and exciting for him. Logan had you on your knees with his dick in your mouth and his hands on your head, dictating how deep and fast you took him. He liked to change it up, to go from fucking your throat so fast, there were tears in your eyes to slowly pushing his whole cock in your mouth, grinning as you gagged at the thickness. He had started this round talking a lot, telling you how pretty you were and how sweet you looked when you swallowed his cock. He’d made a point to compliment the fullness of your lips as you took in the fullness of his cock down your wet, warm throat, and it was as he was pulling out, playfully slapping your cheek with his drenched cock, that you said the words that took him over the edge. “Fuck Logan,” you gasped, and Logan felt a thrill go down his spine at the brokenness of your voice. He did that. He probably bruised your goddamn throat… “Logan,” you were holding his dick now, kissing it as you spoke, “you can do anything you want to me.” Logan closed his eyes and reminded himself not to cum yet. When he opened them, you were staring up at him with those pretty, innocent eyes. But he knew the truth. “Anything, huh?” He asked, taking hold of your head and pushing it forward, helping you swallow his cock, “So I can fuck your face, sweetheart?” You nodded, and Logan both felt and heard you inhaling through your nose, preparing for him. Fuck, he loved how willing you were. “What if,” he continued, pulling your mouth off of him with a “pop” as he thumbed at your swollen bottom lip, “I wanna put a plug in your ass and fuck your pussy till I’m empty?” “Yes.” He grinned, “You’d let me do that? What if I want to fuck you in the ass?” Your eyes fluttered close, “Yes, Logan, please…” Logan was done for. You were too good, too perfect, he could hardly believe you were real, and you were real.He took hold of his cock and pumped it, pushing it against your open lips. “I want you to swallow,” he said, and you did. You did because you were a good girl, hisgood girl, and Logan wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jax Teller: There were many, many things that Jax loved about you, but it was the way you looked when you took it up the ass that ruined him for other women. There were no other women anymore, just you. And you were more than enough. Jax had you in the classic face down, ass up position; they were throwing a party downstairs, so you didn’t have to worry about keeping it down. No one could hear you two over the music, so Jax was able to indulge in your moans and whimpers and cries, and fuck–you almost sounded as good as you felt. Almost. He had both hands on your hips, pulling you back to him slowly. Jax loved this, loved feeling the way your tight asshole curved around him, loved the breathy cries that came out of your sweet mouth as you rubbed your cheek against the cool sheets, deliciously full. He grunted as he continued pulling you back, grabbing handfuls of the soft, fatty globes of your ass. His rings pushed indents into your skin, and his mouth fell open when he felt himself push in another inch. He liked taking it slow; he had prepped you properly, of course, ate your pussy until you begged him to fuck it, fucked it, made you cum, and then used it for lube as he ate your ass, but he still liked to take his time. Your ass was so tight, and Jax was so big, so the stretch, fuck,the stretch was incredible, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, nothing either of you had felt before. And yet, that was the case every time he fucked you in the ass like this. It was always unbelievably unique, every time. Jax opened his eyes when he finally felt his pelvis bump into your ass; god, he was stuffed inside you so tight, Jax thought he could die then and there happy. It didn’t take long for him to start to move, and then he was fucking your ass, hips slamming into your bouncing ass as you moaned against the bed. Jax could feel his orgasm building, feel the rush in his dick, head, and heart, and he opened his eyes to look at you. His dick was absolutely packed in your ass, and he lifted a hand to smack it down against your asscheek, and then, fuck, you were cumming, and he was cumming, inside of your asshole, spreading your asscheeks so he could get in as far as he could. Jax stayed there, pressed against you, for another minute before he pulled out, chuckling at your whine. He watched his cum drip out of you and onto the bed, leaving a wet puddle beneath you. Smirking, he reached out and smacked your ass again, chuckling again at your gasp. “Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he leaned down to kiss the center of your back, “I love you…”
Coco Cruz: Coco had never considered himself a morning person until you. He had been an early riser, yes, but not necessarily a morning person. But then he discovered how pliable and sweet and eager to please you were first thing in the morning, and Coco was hooked. He had your head in his lap, sucking his dick as he fingered you lazily. Coco had woken you up with kisses that had turned into you, voice nearly a whisper, soft from sleepiness, saying to him, “Can I taste your dick, baby? Please?” And how could he say no to that? Coco sighed as he watched you; your eyes were closed as you took him in, one hand wrapped around his dick, stroking the length of him while you sucked on the head like a lollipop, and your other hand was cupping his balls, gently but firmly rolling them around in your little hand like you knew he liked. You were always eager to please Coco, but your dedication to the task always seemed different early in the morning. You were more submissive, and god, it drove Coco crazy. He grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing your head up, and he could have cried with the way you looked at him. There was nothing but love and devotion in your pretty eyes. Shameless, Coco dragged you up to him, kissing you deeply. He rolled on top of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth, and mentally wondered how he got so fucking lucky. “You feel so fucking good, huh,” he gasped, grabbing your thigh and lifting it, opening you up for him, “Fucking sucking me so goddamn good. Almost fucking came, baby,” he kissed you again, this time harder, fiercer, humping against you, his dick was hard as a rock and wet with your drool and his precum, and Coco groaned, annoyed, when his dick slipped away from your soaking pussy. “So goddamn wet. Just from sucking dick. Sucia,” he grinned, kissing along your jaw, “Gonna let me cum in you?” “Yes,” you answered, nodding as Coco continued to tease you, “Yes, baby, yes, cum inside me., please, please, please!” Coco didn’t need to be told twice. He slid into you quickly, all the way, and you both gasped as he filled you. Coco had you cumming immediately, and that alone was enough to have his head swirling with emotion. He came too, grunting as he slammed into you two, three, four times as his cock drained itself inside your pulsating walls. He laid on top of you, resting his forehead against yours, and smiled. “Hey,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, “I fucking love you, baby. I love you.”
Angel Reyes: Every time he heard the click of the polaroid camera, Angel swore his dick twitched. He could feel the wet spot on his boxers, could feel his dick, hard and leaking, straining against the black cotton. He was aching to touch himself, or more accurately, to have you touch him, but the wait was necessary. Angel sighed, content, as he looked over at you. You were naked, on your back in his bed, legs spread wide, so wide that he could see how wet you were. There were photos littered all over the bed and floor, as well as discarded boxes of film. Angel made sure he didn’t miss a moment. “You are so goddamn perfect,” he sighed out dreamily. “Angel,” you whined, gripping your knees and spreading your legs wider; Angel got the message. He handed you the camera and dove in, his lips wrapping around your swollen clit as he stuck a finger inside of you. You were still so tight; it took a while to get you loose enough for his dick, but Angel didn’t mind. It gave him more time to worship you like you deserve and please you like he needed. You were moaning, both hands in his hair, as Angel ate you out. His dick was weeping pre-cum, and Angel had to hump against the mattress for even a bit of relief as he lapped at your delicious pussy. He heard the camera click above him and grinned; you were taking pictures like the good girl you were. He couldn’t wait to see them later, look back at the images of him touching you, holding you, eating you, and soon–fucking you. He wanted to feel your mouth, but he didn’t have any more patience to wait. Angel made you cum twice with his mouth before he sat up, taking the camera and pointing it downwards, taking a picture of your waiting pussy. He grinned down at you, “Before…” Angel pushed into you, your legs opening up eagerly as you took all of him. Angel loved stretching you out, he loved how your pussy would quiver when he fucked you; you had told him that he was by far the biggest man you’d ever been with, and you hadn’t been lying. Your mouth was open, a deep, wordless moan working its way from your core as you shivered beneath him. Angel took the next picture; a perfect polaroid of his thick, veiny dick inside of you, stretching you open like a pro. It didn’t take long for him to cum, overwhelmed by the intense feeling of joy that came from fucking you. He came a lot, pumping you full before pulling out and releasing the considerable last of his load on your stomach, painting you in his cum. The resulting picture he took stays in the back of his wallet and the front of his memory every single day.
Miguel Galindo: You were intoxicating. You were an addiction. You were perfect and precious and priceless, and you were all his. Miguel was draped on top of you, as close as can be, watching you as you came undone on his cock. He had already made you cum three times already; once on his tongue as you rode his face, then again when he fingered you, and a third time when he turned you around and ate you from behind, leaving a particularly harsh bite on your left ass cheek just because he can. Now he was on you, inside of you, memorizing the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and how your sweet, plump lips fell open as he rocked against you. Miguel held your hair in his hand, keeping your face towards him, nose to nose with him as you shuddered and sighed underneath his hard, firm body. His other hand was gripping your hip, and every few seconds he would swipe his thumb against your heated skin. God, Miguel could watch you like this for hours. You were so utterly broken, so drunk on him, it made him feel like a fucking king–no, like a god. He was the one who made you feel this way, he was the one who you allowed to see you like this, to feel you like this. He was the one you belonged to. Miguel eyed you softly, even as his dick pounded into you, making you claw at his back in ecstasy. His mouth was only inches from yours, and he leaned in closer, breathing in your desire and swallowing your sweet, breathless moans. “Say my name,” he growled, the hand in your hair going to grip your jaw, gently shaking it so your eyes would open and land on him, “Say my name, mi amor. Tell me how good I make you feel.” You obeyed instantly, as he knew you would, and Miguel closed his eyes as you sang his name, “Oh, Miguel, fuck, fuck Miguel, yes, Miguel–” you were chanting his name now, over and over and over, and oh god, Miguel could feel your pussy clenching around him, and then he was cumming, he was cumming inside of you, hot spurts of cum releasing deep inside of you and raining down your warm walls. The way you said his name had Miguel shaking, it had him weak, it had him desperate. He needed you, he needed to hear you say his name like that for the rest of your lives. Slowly, he kissed you, his tongue moving against yours. He didn’t want to pull out yet. In fact, he wouldn’t. Miguel smiled against your lips; you were still muttering his name as your orgasm subsided, and he was determined to get you screaming it again.
Johnny Tuturro: Johnny could fuck you 100 times a day, and still want more. He had lost count of how long the two of you had been like this, wrapped together, rolling around in bed. It’d been a couple of hours, at least. You swallowed his dick after dinner, underneath the table while Johnny watched until he came. You had licked it up, cleaning him with your tongue, and Johnny had thanked you by picking you up, placing you on the table, and having you for dessert. He’d started with his face between your legs, getting those sharp cheekbones of his wet as he shook his head from side to side, making sure to taste every last bit of you. He had laughed, smacking your thigh, when you came. But he wasn’t done there; Johnny had turned you over, positioning you on the table on your stomach, legs spread, ass up, as he ate you from behind. It wasn’t long before he had been taking his clothes off and pushing into you, making you push up off of the table. Johnny wasn’t sure how long he’d had you on the table, but he didknow that you came twice before he was pulling out, picking you up, and tossing you on the couch. You rode him there, and Johnny had kissed and tweaked at your nipples as you bounced on him, telling you how fucking pretty you were. And God, you were. Your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen from kisses and his dick and from biting–both your bites and his–you were beautiful. He had almost cum on the couch, so he turned you over and had you ride him reverse cowgirl for a while, reaching around to pinch your nipples until he had you squirming on his dick, cumming again. Your legs had turned to jelly then, so Johnny had picked you up and carried you to bed, where he kissed you softly and slowly while he touched you all over. Johnny loved kissing you; he sucked on your tongue as he groped your breast, and all it took was two skilled fingers curling inside of you to have you cumming again. And then he was inside of you again, and he was calling you baby, and you were mewling and gasping and moaning, and Johnny felt your pussy damn near suck him in, and he knew what to do. He took two fingers, the same two that had just made you cum, and strummed them on your clit. He grinned, hips still slamming against yours, as he watched you howl with pleasure. You screamed his name out, and Johnny nearly sobbed when he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. You were such an angel, you were crying. You were cumming and crying on his dick, and then–oh!You were exploding, suddenly Johnny’s dick and fingers were drenched, the sheets were drenched, and Johnny fell on top of you, toes curling as he emptied himself inside your dripping pussy. Neither of you spoke for a while, you just held each other, and Johnny closed his eyes as he cuddled against your heaving chest. Soon, he would get up and clean you up, take care of you. But for now, he was happy to float in time with you, still inside of you, warm and loved.
Rio: “Fuck,” Rio groaned, his voice deep and low in your ear, “That’s so fucking good, ma.” He was on top of you, hands on your ankles, keeping you wide open for him as he broke you with his dick. Your eyes were closed, Rio knew he had lost you to the ecstasy long ago when he first started working you over. He took his time with you, kissing you deeply while gently caressing your curves, holding you in his lap, both of you fully clothed, for what felt like long, torturously delicious hours before he had slowly started to undress you. Rio treated you like a gift, unwrapping you with great care, those long, talented fingers teasing and pleasing you mercilessly, brushing against you here, rubbing against you there. His kiss had worked its way down from your mouth to your neck and collar as he cupped one of your breasts, and you balanced yourself in his lap, one large hand of his gripping your ass–still covered by your underwear, as he kissed you senseless. Rio could feel you melting against him, could feel you becoming weakened from his touch. Still kissing you, he leaned forward, lowering himself on top of you as you laid on your back. You were naked save for your underwear, and he slid them off of you easily, taking a few extra minutes to finger you, smirking into your mouth as you moaned against him. You were soaking wet, his fingers were coated with your juices, and he knew there was no need for any more foreplay. He had to have you now. And so he took hold of your ankles, spreading your pretty legs wide so that he could look down at the glossy mess that was your pussy, all for him. It was almost enough to make him bust early. Instead, he slid inside of you and dedicated himself to making you as needy for him as he was for you. Rio loved having you like this; he watched your tits bounce as he fucked you, and he could hear the wet, slick sound of him pushing in and out of your pussy with each thrust. You were so wet, so good, Rio cooed when he noticed you trembling. “Oh, yeah, mama, yeah,” he praised, “that’s fucking it. Got your body shakin’ like it’s supposed to,” he leaned down, kissing at the side of your face, releasing his grip on your ankles to hold you close to him. His eyes were glued to you, watching the way you came undone because of him. “Give it to me,” he whispered, his voice nearly hoarse with desire, “Fuck, baby, let me have it–yeah, just like that…” He groaned as he felt your shaking intensify; you were cumming, and he pushed into you deeper, enjoying the way your pussy clamped around him. Rio came with you, a strangled moan erupting from his lips as he burst inside of you, filling you up until he was shaking too. He held you close, lips dropping lazy kisses to your forehead as his eyes fluttered close, “Don’t fucking move,” he said softly, “wanna fall asleep inside of you… I’ll fuck you again in the morning, yeah, champ?”
Please let me know which boy was your favorite, if you had a favorite! And come on, which headrush did you like the most? Anyway thanks for reading, I’m gonna run off now and hopefully come back to some comments and maybe even some of you lovingly calling me a bitch/slut ;3
Request by Anonymous: Can I request bed sharing prompt 4 (Your hurt and I’m too worried about you to leave your side for a while but then accidentally fall asleep in the same bed and you just so happen to wake up first and wait I can explain-) with Jax? )(Prompts are from This Post)
Warnings:language, mentions of blood/injuries
Word Count: 2.2k
A/N: Working my way through what’s left of my requests, and I’ve been really excited about getting to this one! I love a good bed-sharing prompt. And I’m also such a sucker for some good pining. Hope you enjoy!
Song Recs – “Don’t You” (Simple Minds) (I know I know it’s so fucking cliché but don’t judge me okayy) || “There’s No Way” (Lauv & Julia Michaels) || “Brilliant Eyes” (RYTERBAND) || “Electric Love” (Night Traveler) || “Streetlights” (Lipless) || “Cruel Summer” (Taylor Swift)||Suggestion from @lovebarefootblonde: “Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince” (Taylor Swift)
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Kutte Too Deep (Ficlet Series)
Series of ficlets focused on the sweet summer of love between you and Jax…
Song Recs – “Teenage Dream” (Katy Perry) (DON’T JUDGE ME it fits the vibe perfectly) || “Yellow” (Coldplay) || “Serious” (Midnight Kids) || “Sun Goes Down” (Robin Schulz) || “Solid Gold Love” (Sultan + Shepard) || “Crashing” (Illenium) || “Love Me Like You Do” (Ellie Goulding)||Suggestions from @lovebarefootblonde: “Wildest Dreams” (Taylor Swift) // “She’s Like The Wind” (Calum Scott)
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Kutte to Black (Main Fic)
My fave Jax fic I’ve written! Explores the outcome of this teenage dream that twists and turns into a tale of star-crossed love — cue LOTS of angst and smut and fluff…
A/N: So here’s a fic about Jax Teller in his high school days, finding hope and love and happiness in your embrace Flirty stuff + smutty fluff + teenage angst. For a special request from @vixenrebellion who is graduating today and turning 19 in a few days! Con-grad-ulations and happy birthday in advance babe! ❤️
Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty talk, teenage Jax treats you to his adult cock (you’re both 18+) Request: Request from @vixenrebellion in celebration of birthday soon + graduation
Word Count:~6.5k
“As you embark on the next chapter of your lives…”
The voice of some old man drones on, from far across the crowded lawn. Every two seconds someone yawns. Someone else sneezes every five. Spring’s not yet done. The California sun beats down upon the sea of caps and gowns in cheap black fabric, heat spread out thick, edge of summer cutting through the current season with the dull weight of a butterknife.
High school was hell and you’re just glad to have survived.
“…lest you forget whence you have come…”
‘Lest’? ‘Whence’? This fucker clearly doesn’t know his audience. Two rows behind you the class clown cracks the obligatory ‘cum’ joke and the super-senior seated alphabetically beside you mutters fuck, this shit is dumb.
You’re sick of all the so-called circumstance and pomp. Mind wanders down a hazy path as the heat gathers in your gown. Drowning you in a fucking swamp. The heat is cruel. Just like this school, this whole damn town—Charming means nothing other than the miserable fact it’s where you’re from.
You think of prom.
Youreally shouldn’t think of prom.
Really should not have even gone but so you had and somehow ended up in none other than Jackson Teller’s arms…
A sudden shrill sound slices through this ring of hell: the ring of bells, audible from the school itself. Right by the sports field where the ceremony is now being held. Someone must have pulled the emergency alarm.
Principal Dipshit pauses in his speech and pushes his specs up his nose.
Throughout the white foldout chairs set in perfect rows, for this commencement, several students are conspicuously absent. From among them… only one of them would have the balls to make that kind of mayhem. Only one of them and everybody knows.
Of all the boys you could’ve fallen mad in love with you suppose… that is the one your stupid schoolgirl heart inevitably chose.
Sons of Anarchy preference: how they react to having a naive and optimistic S/O
Jax
He has got that smirk on his face whenever you’re at the clubhouse, making the Sons happy with your constantly upbeat attitude. He has some darkness in his conflicted soul but seeing how soft you are makes him think you can keep the darkness at bay.
Opie
This big ball of anxiety is always so worried about you out on your own but has no idea how to properly express that so you’ll catch him brooding an awful lot. Just keep smothering him in love if you wanna see that smile grace his pretty face.
Tig
Poor Tiggy is so conflicted by his love for you. On the one hand, you are so innocent and must be protected at all costs. On the other, you are so innocent and he wants to corrupt you so badly. Only Tig can cause any corruption of your innocence though; if any other Son tries to crush that hopeful optimism, he will lose it.
Chibs
The Scot is torn between being in love with your innocent optimism and frustrated by your naïveté. He has seen so many terrible things and just wants you to be aware of the bad in the world just enough to protect yourself.
Happy
The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one? The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one. He is just drawn to your happiness and how you so eagerly share it and will destroy anyone who tries to change it.
Juice
This poor angel gets caught in his own head a lot and your innocent demeanor always pulls him out of it. He loves absolutely everything about you and feeds off your energy and will do everything in his power to preserve that innocent light that shines from you.
Piney threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, ruffling the top of your head fondly; in many ways, he was just as much of a father figure to you as your uncle Clay was, possibly even more so. Clay was the one you went to for good advice but Piney was the one you went to when you just needed a kind ear to listen to your problems. You stood together and watched as the guys sped out of the Teller-Morrow backlot; they were headed on a ‘blood drive’ for the Children’s hospital, or at least that’s what you’d been told. Honestly, sometimes you swore all the guys thought you were born yesterday when they tried lying to you - it was clear that their journey had nothing to do with charity and was actually a cover up for something all the more sinister. You didn’t care that Jax had lied to you because you knew he did it for your own protection and peace of mind, you just hoped they all made it back alive.
Between everything that was going on with the club and the feud between your uncle and brother, the chances of someone coming home in a body bag were higher than ever.
“I gotta take Abel home,” You told Piney. “He’s staying with me while Jax is away.” The old man smiled at you, one of the most genuine smiles you’d seen coming from him since you first got back. “How’s all that going?” He asked. “You enjoying motherhood?” You scoffed. “I wouldn’t call it motherhood, but I love taking care of him. He’s the calmest kid ever, some days I can’t even believe he’s Jax’s.” “You’ll be more of a mother to that boy than anyone else ever will,” Piney said. “And it suits you, Y/N.” You ignored the pain that blossomed behind your right eye. Talking about this was going to give you a migraine. “Thanks, Piney. You should come over later, I’m doin’ dinner for Gem.”
Piney kissed your forehead and disappeared into the clubhouse. You picked up Abel’s car seat being careful not to wake him and loaded it into the back of your Jeep. As a general rule, you took your bike over your car no matter where you were going, but today you were transporting precious cargo, meaning you’d had to trade in your Harley. It was worth it if it meant you got to spend time with your God son. You gave him a bottle to drink on the way to the grocery store before getting behind the wheel and pulling out of the lot.
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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.”
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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.
You hadn’t bargained for World War Three that morning, but everyday it got clearer and clearer that things weren’t what they used to be in Charming. You had shown up at Cara Cara in hopes of catching up with Jax since it had been a few days since you’d seen him and instead you were greeted by your uncle lobbing a cinder block through Gemma’s car window. You had put her on the back of your bike and taken her to your house to calm down and get away from the drama.
Gemma was sipping a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette on your back porch, looking out at the garden. You’d spent the last week planting summer flowers and adding new garden furniture with the help of Juice and it was finally ready; the perfect place to wile away hot afternoons with a glass of iced tea and a good book.
“Gem, what’s going on with you and Clay?” You asked tentatively. “I know you guys are having problems, but Jesus Christ.”
This led to Gemma spilling her guts about something she’d only shared with Tara and Unser thus far. You listened intently to her story - even when you didn’t want to - perched anxiously on the edge of your seat, your own cup of coffee long since gone cold. It was hard to hear Gemma sounding so vulnerable since she was always everybody’s rock, the person you went to if you were feeling too weak to go on, but you decided that it was high time that somebody be her rock instead, which is what kept you listening to her awful recollection of events; you swore that if you ever found out who did this to her, you’d personally slit their throats.
“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” “Don’t think it needs to be broadcasted to the whole family.” You frowned. “Yeah, but you can’t deal with this by yourself. This is the kinda shit that will eat you up for the rest of your life unless you sort through it and talk about it,” Gemma shrugged. “So I’m guessing Clay doesn’t know?” “No, and he’s not going to,” She said sternly. “This is what they wanted: to break us. And we Morrows don’t break.” “But don’t you think it would help?” “No.” You sighed. You knew better than to try and convince Gemma that she was wrong. “Fine, but can you at least promise to talk to me if you need to get things off your chest? You can’t deal with this all by yourself.” Gemma rolled her eyes. She hated coming across as weak. “Fine. But we’re done talking about it for now. It’s your turn to be honest.” You cocked your head. “Honest about what?” “Juice.” Here we go. “What about him?” “You two have been getting cosy lately.” “We’ve already had this conversation. In fact, I’ve had this conversation with every single member of the club.” “Except Juice.” “There’s nothing to talk about with Juice. We’re just friends.” Gemma lit another cigarette. “Friends don’t look at each other like that.” “I don’t look at him like anything,” You insisted. “We are just friends, I swear.” “Well, you should probably tell Juice that since he doesn’t think so.”
Your mind wandered to all the afternoons you’d spent with him since getting home; fixing up your bikes, building furniture for your house, getting your garden sorted, your shifts at TM and the evenings you two had spent out on the back roads of Charming, just riding around underneath the sunset. Those were your favourite: when it had just been the two of you and the open road, no destination in mind, just riding for the sheer pleasure it gave you both. When you really thought about it, you could understand why people thought it might be more than it actually was on the surface. Actually, when you really thought about it, you wondered if it possibly was more than it seemed on the surface; this was the first time you’d seriously given it some thought, and now you were it looked like something completely different to what you’d told yourself it was.
“I don’t know what I want, Gem,” You told her honestly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” “What makes you think you’re gonna hurt him?” “I’m just not sure I’m ready for a relationship.” “Listen, darl, nobody said you had to marry him, but it won’t hurt to see how things go.” You considered this for a moment. “Can I ask you something?” “Anything.” “What do you think of Chibs?” “What do I think of him? I’m sensing that it doesn’t matter what I say and that I should be asking you the same question.” “I had a weird conversation with him after Bobby’s homecoming party,” You explained. “He told me that if I don’t like Juice I should tell him because he wouldn’t want anyone getting their hopes up. It was so strange.” Gemma raised a brow. “Bit old for you, isn’t he?” “You can’t say things like that!” You and Gemma both laughed. “I don’t know, there’s just something about him.” “Sounds like you’re in the middle of a Puerto-Rican Scottish love triangle.”
You couldn’t deny this, but of all the things that you were expecting to happen upon coming home, this certainly wasn’t one of them.
-
Your back was aching from laying underneath a Porsche all morning and you were in desperate need of a break. Since you hadn’t broken ground on your new writing project yet you were picking up more and more shifts at the garage, not for the cash but for something to keep you busy. Juice was underneath the bonnet of the same car, tinkering with the engine in an attempt to figure out what exactly was wrong with it. You wiped your oily hands on your overalls and stretched, completely ignoring the side eye that Juice was giving you.
Opie caught your attention; he was chatting with one of Luann’s girls in the parking lot, obviously regarding the flat tire on her car. There was something about the way they were looking at each other that made your heart twist in your chest - you’d become somewhat familiar with that look since getting back to Charming. You were pretty sure the girl’s name was Lyla and you had exchanged a few words with her on your visits to the studio to see Jax or Juice; she seemed genuinely kind-hearted, unlike her companion Ima who seemed hellbent on causing problems. Maybe Lyla was just what Opie needed.
“Hey, isn’t there a wrap party on Friday?” You asked Juice. “At Cara Cara?” “Yeah,” He replied. “Why?” “Just wonderin’.” “You thinking of going?” “Are you?” “Probably,” He shrugged. “I might come down for a bit,” You glanced at Opie and Lyla conspiratorially. “I’ll pick you up at nine,” Juice said boldly. “Saves us both riding there.” You couldn’t help but feel slightly taken aback; Juice had yet to be so forward. “Alright then. It’s a date.”
It was sweltering in the garage so you shrugged out of the top half of your overalls and tied them around your waist, leaving you in a black tank top. Your tattoos were on full display now, and Juice found himself staring at the colourful pictures that covered your arms, trying to make them all out. One of your arms was dedicated to music, and the other arm was what you liked to call your ‘random shit arm.’ It was a mismatched patchwork sleeve that still had some gaps that you were planning on filling, you just had to decide what to fill them with.
“Woah,” Juice remarked. “I didn’t realise they went all the way up.” You’d been in t-shirts most of the time, so nobody had seen the full extent of the artwork on your arms. “Yeah, I got most of them done in Denver.” “They’re amazing. What’s that one mean?”
You found yourself giving Juice a tour of all your tattoos, telling him the stories behind each one. He then did the same with all of his. In a weird way, you learned more about each other from your tattoos than you would have if you’d sat down and told each other your life stories. It only made the pit in your stomach wider and your feelings for the man in front of you intensify. Isn’t this the way it always starts? A simple round of conversation?
You couldn’t ignore the fear that had consumed you at the thought of being close to a man again, not with the way that had ended last time. Part of you wanted to cut and run now before things got too serious, but love - you were learning - had this funny way of boxing you in and forcing you to acknowledge it. There was no more denying that you had feelings for Juice, feelings - that if left unchecked - could spiral into something serious. As much as you sometimes hated this about yourself, you were the sort of person who couldn’t seem to feel things subtly. When you hated somebody, there was no diluting it, and love was no different. In fact, the way you loved was probably even stronger than the way you hated.
Which was what was going to make this so fucking difficult. Because not only did you have feelings for Juice, you were also starting to feel things for Chibs. The two couldn’t be more different, but you were attracted to them both like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t help but be curious about them, what it might feel like to kiss Juice, what it might feel like to coax Chibs into opening up about himself.
Curiosity killed the cat, you told yourself bitterly.
But you know what they say about curiosity killing the cat, right? Satisfaction brought it back.
-
Friday night came around sooner than you could have ever imagined. True to his word, Juice picked you up from your house at nine o'clock on the dot. It felt strange to be on the back of someone else’s bike, but you couldn’t dispute the way your chest filled with butterflies as you climbed on and wrapped your arms around Juice. He was lean and sturdy and you couldn’t help but feel protected when you were around him, even though he was literally the softest guy you had ever met. Once you got through the somewhat tough exterior, he really was a giant teddy bear.
When you arrived at Cara Cara, the wrap party was already in full swing. Everyone was in high spirits and it felt good to be out after spending the week with your head stuck under car bonnets. When you and Juice walked in, a few of the guys turned to look at you; Happy smirked at you knowingly and you knew that you’d no doubt be teased later. Jax didn’t look surprised and Opie was too wrapped up in conversation with Lyla to pay you much mind; maybe you wouldn’t need to work at getting them together after all - they seemed to be doing just fine on their own.
It was Chibs’ reaction that stuck out to you - rather, his non-reaction. One of Luann’s girls was straddling his lap, kissing his neck and running her fingers through his hair. When you and Juice walked in he barely glanced up and you couldn’t deny that you were kind of hurt by this. Maybe his infatuation with you was all in your head, a totally one-sided thing. Maybe you would be better off just focusing solely on Juice. However, you couldn’t deny the rage that filled you up at the sight of the pornstar in Chibs’ lap.
“What are you drinkin’?” Juice asked you. You forcefully tore your gaze away from Chibs and flashed Juice your best ‘I’m definitely not about to kill someone’ grin. “I’ll just have a double vodka.” “With?” “Vodka.” Juice released a shaky breath. “No wonder I couldn’t keep up with you.”
Heavy drinking definitely wasn’t the solution to your current calamity but it would sure as hell take the edge off. You and Juice took your drinks over to the rest of the guys and settled in - thankfully on the opposite side of the room to Chibs and his lady of the night. After three drinks and revealing far too much about your time in Colorado to the Sons, Tara took your arm and led you outside, most likely to grill you about Juice.
“So, fill me in,” She said. “What’s going on? If you had a dollar for everytime somebody had grilled you about Juice in the last month, you’d be able to buy him the house next door to yours. “Nothin’. Yet.” “Yet?” “We’ve just been hanging’ out a lot, getting to know each other a bit better.”
Tara raised a brow. You couldn’t help but feel like you were back in high school, gossiping beneath the bleachers. Back then, she was still all about Jax while you somewhat struggled in the boy department. It wasn’t that you couldn’t score a date - in fact, being one of the most popular girls in school pretty much resulted in you having your pick of the litter - you just weren’t interested. Even then you much preferred spending your afternoons at TM with Jax and Opie and your evenings curled up on the couch between Gemma and Clay devouring books at an alarming speed. Now that the dynamic was changing, it was clear your friendship with Tara would change too; less of the Jax drama and more of the Y/N drama.
You couldn’t figure out how you were supposed to feel about that.
“I can see that,” She scoffed. “Has anything else happened between you guys?” “Nope.” “Maybe tonight’s the night.” “Maybe…” “Listen, while I’ve got you, I need to talk to you about Gemma.” “Uh oh.” “I think she should talk to Clay about what happened, but she won’t listen to me.” You shook your head. “Tara, you know just as well as I do that trying to convince Gemma what’s best for her is like trying to convince the sky that it’s green.” “I know, I just thought she might listen if it came from you.” “Well, judging by how fast she changed the subject this morning when I talked to her about it, I’m guessing it won’t make a difference who’s telling her.” Tara sighed. “You’re probably right.” “But what’s going on with you and Jax? You sort your shit out?” “You could say that,” She smirked. “I think Ima gets it now, anyway.” “Do I wanna know?” “Probably not.”
-
You and Tara spent the majority of the night huddled on one of the loveseats gossiping and catching each other on everything you’d missed since being apart. As insufferable as she became for a hot minute, you had to admit that it felt good to have your best friend back. It was getting late and you were tipsy to put it lightly, but when Juice came over and took your hand, you didn’t have it in you to deny him no matter how much you wanted to go home to bed. He led you outside to the deserted parking lot, not the most romantic place in the world, but before you could make a snarky comment about it, he had you pressed up against the wall.
Your body came alive when he put his hands on your hips and pushed you backwards and the way you looped your arms around his neck was so natural, it was like second nature. The kiss came far too quickly but also not quick enough. You didn’t think you imagined the low growl he made when you took his bottom lip between your teeth, and once you got started it was hard to stop. He peppered kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck until he found that sweet spot just above your collarbone that had you coming undone beneath him. He sucked hard - definitely leaving a questionable mark - and you groaned loudly, not caring who heard it. You were sure that if this had been happening at the clubhouse you would end up in Juice’s dorm.
However, you weren’t at the clubhouse and you most definitely weren’t alone, so you really had no right being as shocked as you were when Chibs and Tig wandered out, drinks in hand.
“Well, well, well,” Chibs said. “What do we ‘ave here?” Tig looked at you and then Juice, and then back to you. “Clay is gonna make your death real slow,” He assured Juice. “Like, reeaaaalll slow. And painful.” Juice rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Tig.” Chibs swigged his whiskey. “I see you made up yer mind then?” He asked you. “Decided to go fer it?” You swallowed the mysterious lump that had formed in the base of your throat. “Yeah, I did.” “Well, good fer you lass. Be careful with that one,” He said to Juice. “She’ll keep you on yer toes.” “How would you know?” You countered. “Just a feeling.”
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.
Requested by: @cherieann-2001 Hi! So excited for this! May I please get a fic with Jax and reader who is his younger twin sister and the night before she marries Chibs. They are reminiscing about their childhood and how she is proud of Jax being VP. Just major Fluff please. PS Abel is in her wedding no Tara please
Summary: Jax and Y/N reminisce about their childhood the night before she gets married.
Looking around the clubhouse, nothing could wipe the smile off your face. Tomorrow was the day that you and Chibs would be married. Neither of you wanted to follow tradition so you were all chilling in the clubhouse with enough pizza to feed a small army. Leaning back against the bar you took in the atmosphere of the room, there was so much love you didn’t know if your heart was going to burst.
“And why are you sitting here all alone?” Jax chuckled, draping his arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“Just taking it all in.” You nodded, turning your gaze to your brother. “Last night of being a Teller, you know.”
“You will always be a Teller in my eyes.” He smiled, clinking his beer bottle against yours. “Just like you will always be my annoying twin sister.”
“Hey , I’m not that bad.” You laughed, playfully punching him in the ribs.
“Okay, maybe you aren’t that bad but still annoying at times.”
Shaking your head at him, you wiggled out of his grip before sliding off the bar stool as everyone started gathering outside. You knew what was coming, the moment you saw the projector was set up. This was Jax’s doing; he wanted to do anything to embarrass you.
Feeling a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, the smile on your face grew even more as Chibs pulled you down onto his lap, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck
“Okay everyone, settle down.” Jax shouted across the yard, a playful smirk graced his lips as he turned the projector on. “I know we aren’t doing speeches tomorrow but I couldn’t miss my opportunity to embarrass Y/N, so sit back, relax and enjoy the show.”
Narrowing your eyes at your brother, you quickly flipped him off causing him to throw you a wink.
You had no idea what stories or photos he was going to bring up but one thing you knew for sure was he was a dead man walking after this.
“I could be here all night telling you stories about my little sister.”
“Less of the little, you asshole.” You pouted, leaning back into Chibs.
“You are five minutes younger than me therefore that makes you the little sister.” he smirked, placing a cigarette between his lips. “Now if you can please shut up and let me continue. That would be perfect, you annoying shit.”
Shaking your head at him you gestured to him to continue.
“So everyone knows that behind every little sister, there is a big brother standing behind her swinging a baseball bat asking if you wanna say that again. That was and still is the case between me and Y/N.” Jax grinned, clicking the button on the remote he was holding causing the slideshow of photos to start playing behind him. “I never understood why having a sister was the best thing that could happen to me, at first she was extremely annoying, always gaining the attention from everyone. She was the first daughter of the club so for the first ten years of our life I was jealous of her always trying to get her into trouble but it never worked. She was the princess of the club and could never do any wrong.”
You knew what was coming, he would never let you live down the day you got arrested for the first time when you were sixteen. He was the reason you ended up in a cell, he was the one to teach you how to hotwire a car.
“The best day of my life was when I taught Y/N how to hotwire cars, she had her eye one the mustang at the local car lot but at the age of 16 neither of us had the money nor a driving license to get the car.” He smirked, running his hands through his hair. “I will never forget the look on Mom’s face when she got the call from Unser telling her that her little princess had been arrested.”
The photo changed behind him, so now you were greeted with your first mugshot. A small smirk appeared on your face knowing that from the day you got arrested was the day you and Jax got closer and nothing could break the bond you two shared.
“From that day, we were inseparable, always causing trouble in the club and around town.” Jax said, throwing you a wink.
For the next hour he kept spilling stories about you that not many people knew, but you didn’t care. It was nice to take a trip down memory lane.
The party had now died down and you and Jax were sitting on the rooftop sharing a bottle of whiskey, watching the stars in the sky.
“You know how proud I am of you.” You whispered, nudging Jax with your shoulder. “I know Clay isn’t making your life easy but you are doing an amazing job trying to get the club on the straight and narrow. Dad would be so proud.”
“Don’t you dare make me cry, I’m Jax Teller, I don’t cry.” He sniffed, narrowing his eyes at you before snatching the bottle out of your grasp.
“I only speak the truth though.” You smiled. “And there is a reason I asked you to give me away to Chibs tomorrow.”
“I’m just honored you asked me.” Jax whispered, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Now come on I think it’s time we call it a night, you have a big day tomorrow and I know damn well Abel will be waking us all up at the crack of dawn.”
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.”
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: 4.1K Author’s Note: Violence. Some good ‘ol fashion wolf vs. wolf action.
The parking lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive is tense.
Gemma and the men had taken your words seriously, pulling out weapons from their hiding spots and arming themselves. Though they do keep a respectable distance from you as you angrily pace back and forth, texting your brother every now and then.
“So.. werewolves, huh?” Juice wonders. You glance at him, eyes narrowing as you try to determine whether he’s actually curious or what.
And seeing that he actually does look curious, even as his brothers nudge him to shut him up, you grin. “Yeah. There’s so much you don’t know about the supernatural world, man. I’ll tell you about it later if I live through this night.”
That stops everyone short. “You don’t think you’re gonna make it?”
“M'not sure,” you answer distractedly. “Alphas are more powerful than a beta or omega, but it is possible for them to fall to a less powerful wolf.”
“So your family,” Gemma says, arms crossed and foot tapping as she stares you down, “was that all bullshit or..?”
“Definitely not bullshit. I just left out a few key details.”
“Such as?” She asks.
“Such as the fact that the bitch who targeted my family came from a family of werewolf hunters. They had a code to only hunt wolves who hunted humans, but she defected. She killed all wolves, no matter if they were good or bad, and who better to take out than the one wolf family who was highly respected in the werewolf community.”
“And the relationship with your brother? That true too?”
“Yeah. She needed to know the ins and outs of our home, and when a majority of the Hales would be in the same place at the same time. I had family who were human, including the ten month old, and she didn’t care. As long as they bore the name Hale, she thought they deserved to die.”
“You said your uncle got justice for the family. He kill her?” Opie asks.
You glance at him and give him a nod. “He ripped her throat out. And then my brother ripped his out.”
Everyone frowns, but it’s Jax who mutters, “What the fuck.”
You chuckle, scenting the air real quick to make sure no one is approaching, and then explain. “When they pulled my uncle from the fire, his body had trouble healing. He was basically trapped in his mind, slowly going crazy. Fast forward years later when my sister gets lured back to Beacon Hills and my mostly healed uncle kills his own niece for her alpha power.” The men and Gemma all stare at you in shock. “He wanted her alpha power to start his own pack and hunt down those responsible for the fire. So when me and my brother came back, and figured everything out, we let him get his revenge before my brother tore his throat out and became the next Hale alpha.”
“So what, you both just picked right back up in the place your family was burned alive?” Jax asks.
“Yes. We rebuilt our home and opened the garage. Those kids I told you about, the ones who work in the garage? My brother gave them the option to take the bite since it was fifty-fifty it would take. A bite from an alpha can either kill you or turn you. It cured Erica of her epilepsy, let Isaac be strong enough to stand up to his father, and gave Boyd a new family. It’s our job to protect Beacon Hills and it’s people from supernatural threats.”
Everyone goes quiet as your words sink in.
Eventually, Juice snorts. “So do you like get furry on the night of the full moon?”
Opie, Jax and Chibs all start to laugh.
“Only those with great power can turn into an actual wolf. I only have a-” Your ears perk up at the sound of slowly approaching vehicles and you tense. You glance over your shoulder, scent the air, and let loose a low growl. “Enough about me. We’ve got incoming.”
“How many?” Jax is immediately at your side as you face the gates.
“Four.”
He scoffs. “Easy.”
“Four wolves against one wolf and five humans? I don’t know, Jax.” Two vehicles park outside of the opened gates, but only one man gets off. “Stay behind me,” you mumble.
You’re not surprised to have these bikers spread out on either side of you, but you are surprised when Gemma joins them. Red eyes flare, which causes an automatic warning growl to reverberate through your throat, and a smirk spreads across the man’s lips as he steps under a street lamp. “It appears we’ve brought claws to a gun fight,” the alpha muses. “Let me rectify that real quick.”
Three more wolves get off the vehicles, joining their alpha with weapons in hand.
“You don’t want to do this,” you tell him. “You’re gonna start a war you have no hope of winning the moment alpha Hale catches wind of your scent.”
“You’re trespassing on my land, beta.”
“You didn’t claim it with the alpha in charge, pup.” The alpha’s smile falls and you raise an eyebrow at him. “What? Didn’t think I could smell the difference,” you say. “You’re not a born wolf. You’re newly bitten and in way over your head. You start this fight right now and alpha Hale’s gonna rip your head off.”
He stares at you before a cruel smirk forms. “I’ll take my chances.”
The wolves open fire, causing the humans to duck and take cover before they can fire back. Your instincts are telling you to take cover as well, but you quickly realize they’re not firing at you or the humans. They’re firing at the shops and vehicles.
The sound of glass shattering has you whirling around and your eyes widen at the sight of the back windshield of your car having been shot out. You face the wolves once more, eyes glowing and teeth elongating as you let out a heart stopping roar of rage.
“WHAT THE FUCK!?”
You rush forward, meeting one beta head on as the gun fire ceases. You deflect a punch, raising a hand full of claws and slashing the wolf across his torso. Another beta approaches, but you’re quick to kick out and catch them in their gut. A gunshot rings out, too close for comfort, and you roar as you feel your right shoulder jerk back upon impact. Someone wraps their arms around you from behind and you’re quick to throw your head back, grinning viciously at the snap of bone you hear before dropping and sweeping their feet from underneath them.
The gunfire picks up once more and you feel a searing pain in your thigh, but you ignore it. You take claws across the chest before the beta attacking you takes a bullet to the side of his head, and you glance back at the men you’d gotten to know earlier who are clearly watching your back now. The alpha roars something awful, which makes you flinch, but your focus is still on the other two betas.
More searing pain erupts in your side as you throw yourself at another beta, slashing claws across their throat before falling into a crouch before launching yourself at the third beta. The fight with a third beta is a struggle and you can feel your control slowly slipping. And when you feel yourself losing the upper hand, you growl before sinking your fangs into the side of their throat and ripping out a chunk of flesh.
“BEHIND YOU!”
More gunshots ring out and you whirl around just in time to see the last wolf stumble in surprise at all the gunshots now littering his chest. And in your blood lust, you lunge up and dig your claws into his throat before yanking out his trachea.
As quiet takes over the parking lot, you become aware of your heavy breathing. You’re still on high alert as you glance around at the bodies littering the lot and you let loose a warning growl when you hear a pebble skip across asphalt. The five humans freeze, two of them halfheartedly raising guns in your direction.
“Hey, weren’t your eyes blue before?”
Those words knock the angry haze from your mind and you blink in confusion at Juice. “What? They are blue.”
“Nah, they’re red now.”
“What?” Your heart stops and you glance around at the bodies littering the ground, bile rising in the back of your throat when you see the then-alpha staring blankly up at the sky. “No, no, no.”
“Honey, I don’t know what you’re freaking out about, but we really need to remove those bullets from you,” Gemma says, though she keeps her distance.
You look at her, brow furrowing. “What?”
“You’ve been shot three times. You need to get those bullets out.”
Gemma’s words slowly sink in and you glance down at yourself. Sure enough, there’s a wound on your right shoulder, your right side, and your left thigh. “Oh.”
“So come on. Come join us in the clubhouse while Chibs dig those out for you.”
“Y-Yeah. Okay.”
You’re in a bit of a daze as someone leads you into what they call the clubhouse, then over to a table where everything is swiped off before you’re told to lay down.
“Shirt’s gonna have to come off, lass.”
Without a care, you strip off your shirt which leaves you in just your bra and shorts. Before you lay down, your eyes land on a bar and the liquor shelf behind it. “Can someone grab me a bottle? I don’t care what it is, I just need something stronger than beer.”
Juice jogs over behind the bar, picking up a random bottle of liquor and running it back to you. You twist off the lid and take a long pull from it, only stopping when Jax puts his hand on the bottle to push it down. “Hey, take it slow.”
Your nose wrinkles at the brief burn of alcohol. “Don’t need to. I can’t get drunk unless it’s a special mix.” You take another long pull of the liquor before setting the bottle aside, and lay down. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Chibs dig into your shoulder first and you can’t help the flare of your eyes or the elongation of your teeth. But you don’t snarl or glare, instead you grit your fangs and bear it.
The moment the first bullet comes out, Juice is there with a dish towel to press against the wound. You wave him off before he can ruin it. “Don’t bother. It’s already closing.” Everyone freezes and glances at your shoulder wound, and you tiredly smile at their awe. “Perks of being a werewolf. We heal quickly.”
As Chibs works on the other two bullets, you dig your phone out of shorts. You unlock it and scroll down to your brother’s contact, tapping on it and then placing the phone on speaker before letting it clatter to the table top.
It rings and rings, and then, “What happened?”
“The pack attacked.” You grunt as the bullet in your thigh gives Chibs a bit of trouble. “I’m currently laid out on the table as a friend digs out a bullet from my thigh.”
“Shit. Did any get away?”
“Only four came- three betas and the alpha. M'not sure if there’s more to his pack, but-” You trail off, unsure how to say what you have to next.
“But what, YN?”
“I killed the alpha.” Your brother goes quiet and tears slowly fill your eyes. “I didn’t mean to, Der. It just happened. I was so caught up in the fight and-”
“We’ll figure it out, little sister. Just sit tight. We’ll be there soon.”
“Okay.”
The phone beeps, signifying that Derek’s hung up and you sigh. “Are cops going to be an issue?”
“Nah,” Jax says. “We have them in our pocket.”
Just as Chibs tells you you’re all done, numerous sounds of roaring engines fill the air.
“Shit.” Jax cusses.
“Don’t worry. I’ll hold them off,” Gemma says. “But they will want an explanation.”
You sit up and gratefully accept a shirt Opie holds out for you. “That’s fine. So long as they can keep this between us, they can know.” The shirt is black with the words SAMCRO stamped across the front and you grip it one hand. “Is there a bathroom I can wash all the blood off in?”
“Yeah. Ope, get her a shower,” Jax says.
Opie nods and gestures for you to follow. “Thank you.” Staring at Jax once more, you ask, “Do you think some of the boys can get the bodies in the vehicles and park them out back? I’ll have my brother get rid of it all later.”
“Sure.”
You follow Opie further into the clubhouse just as there’s a bit of a commotion outside, but you don’t pay it any mind. Opie opens the door to what appears to be a dorm room and he points to another door inside. “There’s the bathroom. My wife has some leggings here if you want a pair.”
“Yes, please.”
The tall biker turns towards the dresser, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a pair of dark gray leggings. You flash him a smile as you accept them and then head into the bathroom.
A quick rinse off and some fresh clothes later, you’re stepping out into the room where Opie is still waiting. Upon seeing you, he chuckles. “You’re so unassuming. If I hadn’t seen what you did earlier, I wouldn’t believe whatever Gem and Jax are telling the boys outside.”
You shift nervously in front of him. “That’s what’s scary about the supernatural world. You never know who is human and who is not.” He hums in agreement. “So, uh, is there a place I can burn my bloody clothes?”
“Yeah. I’ll tell a Prospect to get a fire going.”
“Thanks. And if you can have someone catalog the damage those assholes did to the garage and club, I’ll pay for all damages.”
Opie looks at you in surprise. “I’ll let Gemma know.”
Walking back out into the club, you grab up your bloody shirt and follow Opie. Outside in the lot, it seems like Jax is holding court to a bunch of bikers that are listening intently to everything he’s telling them about the fight that took place and werewolves. The scent of bleach assaults your nose, and you watch as one individual pours bleach on the now body-free parking lot and another washes it away with a water hose.
Opie pulls someone aside, murmuring something in his ear, and the man glances at you with wide eyes. He nods and hesitantly makes his way towards you, holding his hands out for your bloodied clothes that you readily hand over. As he scampers off, you glance back up to see several people staring at you.
One individual with a head of curly dark hair and receding hairline scoffs. “She’s a werewolf? I don’t know what you’ve been smoking, kid, but werewolves don’t-”
You snarl, flashing red eyes and very sharp teeth at him.
Nearly everyone pulls a weapon, but you stand your ground and don’t say a word. Instead, you let your supernatural features fade away as Jax yells at his people. “ENOUGH! I didn’t tell you about werewolves so you can shoot the one we’re on friendly terms with as of right now. YN came here as a client to the garage- nothing more, nothing less. She didn’t know she was bringing a fight to the club, but she made damn sure to eliminate the threat. Show her an ounce of respect.”
There are several unhappy grumbles, but everyone listens. Weapons are holstered and everyone eyes you warily as Opie leads you to the picnic tables. You sigh, stepping up onto the bench so you can sit on the edge of the table itself. You’re surprised as Jax joins you, and Opie and Juice sit near your feet on the bench. The other picnic table is brought in front of the one you’re sitting on, and Gemma takes a seat along with Chibs and two other individuals.
“YN, this is Clay and Happy.” Jax introduces you to a white-haired man who still looks like he has a lot of fight in him and another individual whose stoic expression unsettles you. Both nod in greeting.
“Hi.” You fold your arms in your lap, looking at Gemma head on. “I already told Opie, but since you’re here..” She perks up, listening. “If you can have someone catalog the damages to your garage and club, I’ll pay for it all.”
Jax nudges you. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I do.” You look at him, smiling faintly. “These wolves came because of me, so I’ll pay for any and all damages.”
Gemma slowly smiles. “Thanks, baby.”
“Don’t even mention it.”
Gemma yells for someone and tells them to start logging the damage and it’s worth. Then after they run to get started on the job they were assigned, Chibs looks up at you.
“I got a question for 'ya, lass.”
“Shoot.”
“Why were 'ya so freaked to have red eyes instead of blue?”
You exhale tiredly. “Because red eyes signify alpha status. No pack can have more than one alpha unless they want to constantly butt heads, which means I’ll have to leave my pack and start anew elsewhere.”
“I have a question too,” Clay suddenly speaks up. “Why tell us all of this? If you creatures are dead set on keeping the secret of your existence, why tell my family?”
It takes you a moment to think about it.
“Have you ever met someone and just instantly clicked with them?” You ask. “Someone you met that you just felt at ease with even though they were a complete stranger?” Clay shrugs. “Well when I met Chibs, Jax, Juice and Gemma, that’s exactly how I felt. Like I knew them for years and was reuniting with an old friend.”
Jax coos next to you and you immediately nudge him, chuckling as you shake your head at him. Clay has a few more questions for you and, though he’s not the one in charge, you feel like you should answer anything they throw at you.
A couple hours later, after all the remnants of a gunfight having taken place have been discarded and beers have been passed around to those sitting around you, three vehicles pull up to the lot. Everyone tenses, but when seeing the Camaro that’s nearly identical to yours out front, you tell them it’s okay.
“It’s my brother.” When Derek and the betas get off their vehicles, you’re surprised to see Peter trailing after them. You hop off the table to greet your brother, hesitating briefly upon touching him before giving in and hugging him. He chuckles and then you stare at your friends before asking, “Can I?”
After all, you didn’t want to trigger your brother’s wolf by another alpha getting too close to his betas.
“Of course.”
Erica, Isaac and Boyd can immediately tell the difference when you hug them, and you smile faintly when you flash red eyes at them.
“Holy shit,” Erica says.
“Yeah.” Looking at your brother, you say, “There’s two vehicles out back with the bodies. Can they take them far out of the county and stage a scene? I don’t wanna bring suspicion to the garage’s doorstep.”
“What’s the scene gonna look like?”
“Shootout and an animal attack.” You shrug. “I used claws and teeth, and the humans used guns.”
“Okay.”
Derek gestures for the betas to do as they’re told as Juice tells them where to find the vehicles around back. Boyd mentions he’ll follow in one of their cars, and Isaac and Erica jog around the garage to go find the vehicles they need to dispose of.
Left alone with just Derek and Peter, you quickly introduce everyone to each other.
“Hold on,” Juice says, frowning. “I thought you said your uncle Peter was dead? That your brother ripped his throat out?”
All gazes dart to Peter and Derek who are only a few feet apart, and Peter chuckles as you roll your eyes. “Uncle Peter has an awful habit of not staying dead. He’s a nuisance, but as the Pack Enforcer, he’s kind of needed.”
“Thank you, darling niece. It’s so nice to hear that you only keep me around because of my role in the pack and not because we’re family.”
“I stopped caring for your well-being the moment we found out you cut Laura, your other darling niece, in half,” you deadpan.
Gemma gasps and suddenly the humans are on edge.
From the corner of your eye, you see Happy sit a little straighter at that information as he stares at your uncle. Everyone kind of reshuffles around then so that Peter and Derek are not at anyone’s back, and you end up between Jax and Opie once more as they stand close by on either side of you.
“So what’s your plan?” Derek asks, arms crossing over his chest.
“I’m not sure.” You copy his posture. “I don’t want to risk making betas. The bite has a 50/50 chance of taking, and I don’t want to risk killing someone.”
“You and I both know that it’s possible to have a pack with members who are human.” His eyes dart to the men standing next to you and you frown. “So long as you bond with these people and treat them as family, they’re pack.”
“What happens if she doesn’t form a pack?” Jax asks.
Derek’s gaze darts to him as he answers. “If an alpha remains packless, it’ll slowly make them feral to the point they need to be put down.”
Every gaze then turns to you and you try not to shrink under their gaze.
“I have a better idea,” Peter says. “Why not give the alpha power to another wolf who actually wants it?”
“Yeah? And who would that be?”
Peter smirks as his eyes flare blue, but the moment he takes a step in your direction, Jax and Opie are closing ranks on you and putting you just behind their shoulders. You glance at the backs of both men in surprise, head whipping in the direction of Happy and Juice who now have guns resting casually in their laps.
Peter freezes and scoffs, and Derek smirks. “It seems you might already have that pack of yours without even realizing it.” Wide eyes meet the gaze of your brother and he chuckles. “Charming is in need of an alpha now, little sister. And it seems you’re a new alpha who unknowingly formed a bond with men permanently attached to the town.”
You gape at Derek, your expression not changing as Jax and Opie grin over their shoulders at you. When no one says anything, you sigh. “Does anyone know of a house for rent? I’m gonna need a place to stay while I purchase some land and build a house away from nosy neighbors.”
“Juice, get on that,” Jax says. “Find a house with a decent landlord and then look for land that can be built on.”
“Got it, Prez.”
Juice jogs away to get started on his new task and you shake your head at your brother. “Congratulations. Charming and its people are now your responsibility,” Derek says. “Problem solved.”
Clay clears his throat. “That’s pretty much the job of the Sons here. We look out for Charming and the locals.”
Derek nods at him. “That’s great. But if another pack rolls into town, looking to cause trouble, or a rogue werewolf wanders into town and starts killing people for food, how are you going to take care of that problem? Do you know the signs to look for to determine whether or not it’s a supernatural threat?”
Clay frowns. “No.”
“Then that’s where YN steps in. She’s going to be a fountain of knowledge. Tap into it.”
“I don’t have to be a part of whatever operation you have going on here,” you say while gesturing towards the building, “but apparently my wolf has shown interest in these knuckleheads,” this time you gesture to Opie and Jax, “and any attack on them is an attack on me. And if a supernatural threat comes to town, you’re gonna want me in your corner.”
Clay seems to think over that before he subtly nods and tucks Gemma under his arm, accepting whatever may come next. Jax slowly smiles, playfully punching his friend’s arm. “Werewolf bodyguard.. sweet.”
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: 3.2K Author’s Note: If you’re from the SoA fandom, LOOK AWAY! I’ve never seen the show- just read a lot of fic and seen some clips. Needless to say, my characterization of your favorite bikers is most likely terrible. SoA and Teen Wolf AU.
When an issue arose with a couple of packs in southern California, Derek sent you to check it out and resolve it as quickly as possible in his name. Each state obviously had several packs residing within it, but there was only one alpha which all the other packs looked to for guidance and to resolve any issues they were having with other surrounding packs. And for as long as you can remember that one alpha has always been a Hale, even after the terrible tragedy that nearly wiped out every Hale in the state of California.
On the way back to Beacon Hills after a successful impromptu peace summit, you notice your car isn’t running as smoothly as it should. You’re in the town of Lodi when you realize it and you ask around for a legitimate auto garage as you stretch your legs a bit. Everyone tells you Teller-Morrow Automotive in Charming is the best you can get around these parts and you thank them for the suggestion.
Ten minutes later and you’re pulling up outside of Teller-Morrow Automotive. The gates are open, and you see a couple of milling about inside. You carefully drive in and put your car in park. Off to the side, one individual is on a smoke break, and he whistles appreciatively at the sight of your all black 1967 Chevy Camaro. He stands, sweeping back his hair over his head as you cut the engine, and it’s then you notice the scar alongside his cheek.
“That’s an absolute beaut, lass.”
“Thank you.” You pull out the keys, pocket them, and climb out of your car to meet him halfway. “Are you guys open for drive-ups or..?”
“The lads an’ I have some time to kill after they finish the car in the garage. What is it you’ll be needin’?”
“Full tune-up. She wasn’t driving as smoothly as I’d like.”
“I think we can swing it. Let me check wit’ the boss.” The man turns and sharply whistles, and then two other men are making their way towards you. One blonde with a swagger in his step that you can’t help but appreciate, and the other with a mohawk trimmed closely to his head and tattoos taking up the bare skin. While blondie has a neutral expression on his expression, the other is smiling wide as he eyes your car.
“What’s going on, Chibs?”
“The lil’ lass here wants to know if we’re open to doing a full tune-up for her.”
“Money is no issue so long as you don’t jerk me around,” you say. “If it needs fixing, I don’t mind paying for it, but don’t say something needs to be replaced if it truly doesn’t.”
Blondie looks you up and down before eying your car, smiling. “Might run you a couple hundred.”
“I’m good for it.”
“I’m sure you are.” He looks back at you and holds a hand out. “Jax Teller, owner. You’ve already met Chibs and the one eye-fuckin’ your car is Juice.”
You laugh as you clasp his hand with yours. “YN Hale.”
His hand squeezes yours a little tighter as the twinkle in his eye vanishes. Your muscles tense as anger suddenly wafts off all three men. “Any relation to Deputy Chief David Hale?”
“Nope.” You shake your head. “The only Hale’s I know of are me and my brother, and we reside in Beacon Hills. We don’t have any other family.”
The men seem to relax at that and Jax finally releases your hand. You then shove both your hands in your back pockets. “So the tune-up?”
“Yeah. Uh, we can do it. Might take a couple of hours, depending on what needs to be replaced and that’s after we finish the car we’re working on right now.”
“That’s fine. I’m in no rush.”
“Then you’re gonna wanna go see my mom so she can take down your info. Name’s Gemma. She’s in the office.”
“Thanks.” You take your right hand out of your back pocket and dig into your front pocket for the keys. You toss them up in the air and Juice is quick to catch them.
“I’ll take those,” he says.
You laugh and then make your way towards the garage, eying the part of it where it’s obviously a place to hangout for them. You continue walking, heading for the door that’s partially opened on the opposite end of the garage where you can hear someone inside.
You knock on the door jamb, waiting for permission to enter.
“Yeah? Come in.” You push the door further open, flashing a sheepish smile when the elder brunette looks up from shuffling a few papers behind a desk. She looks you up and down, sizing you up with a haughty expression on her face, and raises an eyebrow at you. “What can I do for you?”
“Jax told me to meet with you so you can take down my info. They’re gonna do a tune-up on my car.”
She sighs and gestures to the chair across from her. “Have a seat.” She grabs a paper from one of the desk drawers and clicks open a pen. “Name, number, make and model of car.” As you rattle off the information to the woman, you watch as she scribbles it all down. “That’s a nice car you got there. Might need more than the usual tune-up.”
“Like I told your son, money is no issue. I’m good for it.”
She huffs. “Are you sure mommy and daddy aren’t gonna pitch a fit for spending their cash?”
You grin at the cattiness in her tone. “Unfortunately, mommy and daddy have no say in how I spend their life insurance money.” Gemma pauses and glances up at you, expression torn between indifference and guilt. You shrug, flashing her a grin to let her know you’re not offended. “When a psychotic bitch locks your family in your family home and burns it all to the ground, you tend to have more money than you know what to do with.”
“Jesus, honey, I didn’t-”
“It’s okay,” you assure her. “I forget not everyone knows about my family tragedy. It was a big deal in Beacon Hills and even to this day everyone still kind of looks at me and brother with pity in their eyes.” Gemma still doesn’t say anything and you clap your hands on your thighs. “So, uh, if that’s all then I’m gonna go take a lap around the town. Any specific stores I should hit up?”
“Uh, there’s a good milkshake shop in the middle of town.”
“Thanks. I’ll be sure to swing by. If you need me to head back, you have my number on file now. If not, I hope it’s okay I hang out by one of those picnic tables later if the boys aren’t done by the time I come back.”
“Sure. Picnic tables are fair game.”
“Awesome. Is there a number for a cab around these parts?” Gemma quickly jots down a number and you take the sticky note, smiling. “Thanks. If that’s all, I’ll see you later.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
As you walk back out through the garage, you see that your car has been pulled into one of the stalls, but the boys are working on the car they had previously been working on before you interrupted them. You wave when they look up and continue on until you’re standing outside the gates, leaning on the fence and calling for a cab.
For the next several hours, you eat lunch and walk from shop to shop in downtown Charming. There’s a small boutique which sells decent clothes, a malt shop, a bookstore, an electronics shop and a jewelry shop. You end up buying a few clothing items and a couple of books, then buying yourself a milkshake before heading over to the local park.
Sitting beneath the tree, you sip on your milkshake while reading one of your books.
Close to five, you start getting text messages from Jax telling you everything your car was going to need replaced. As you went over a mental checklist of what he was telling you, you realized he was right. You asked him for an oil change and tire rotation as well since your baby was due for one in a month anyway, and he agreed to it. He told you everything was going to be just under two hundred dollars and you figured that was fair.
You spend another hour reading until you start getting hungry and figure you’ll just head back to the garage with dinner for everyone. So after finding out there’s a pizza parlor, you have your cab driver take you there. Four boxes of meat lover’s pizza and two cold cases of beer later, your cab driver is helping you take everything down at the garage and setting it all on a picnic table outside.
“Come and get it, boys and lady! Dinner’s served.”
You glance towards the garage and watch as the boys finish wiping down your car, and Gemma pokes her head out from her office. They all share a few looks of confusion before they make their way towards you, with a newcomer in tow, and Juice immediately beams.
“Hell yeah.”
“Hope you guys don’t mind meat lovers and the beer I got. I wasn’t sure what you guys liked.”
“It’s perfect,” Juice says. “I’m just gonna put one of these cases in the fridge.”
As Juice disappears with one of the cases of beer, you glance up at Jax and the tall man next to him. He’s wearing a black beanie and has a full beard, but the thing that catches your attention is the biker kutte he’s wearing. Sons of Anarchy. You quickly piece together the automotive garage is also a motorcycle club, but it changes nothing of your opinion on these people.
Gemma looks between the food and you. “Thanks, sweetie, but you didn’t have to do this.”
You smile at her. “I wanted to. Besides, I know what working in a garage is like. You work up quite an appetite in there.”
Jax raises an eyebrow at you, blue eyes twinkling. “Got experience?”
“I do, actually. My brother owns La Luna Automotive in Beacon Hills.”
His lips twitch. “Before we get into that, let’s sit.”
Juice returns with paper plates and napkins as Chibs and the newcomer push together two picnic tables. You rip open the case of beer and pass a few bottles out before you take your seat, smiling as Opie introduces himself while taking a seat next to you. Juice passes out the paper plates while Gemma hands out napkins, and everyone readily pulls slices of pizza onto their plates.
Gemma is the only one who delicately eats, shaking her head in amusement as the boys dig in.
After a few moments of eating and drinking, Gemma finally addresses you.
“So, YN,” she waits until you glance at her. “I’m not one for apologies, but I feel like I owe you one.” The men all freeze, glancing between you and her.
“You really don’t, Gemma. It’s fine.”
“It’s not. I made a bitchy comment based on your appearance and lack of concern over money. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Thank you.”
“And you have my heartfelt condolences. That fire-” She trails off, shaking her head, lost in her thoughts.
Jax gulps. “Ma? What are you talking about?”
She continues to shake her head before looking at you and you sigh. “She’s talking about the Hale family fire,” you tell them. Immediately you have everyone’s attention. “When I was fourteen, numerous members of my family were purposely trapped in our family home and burned alive. The youngest victim was only ten months old.”
“What the fuck?” Jax says.
“My idiot brother dated our high school substitute teacher. When our sister found out and threatened this woman, she went crazy. Especially when my brother broke things off with her. So to hit my brother where it really hurt, she went after our family. The only survivor from the fire was my uncle. My eldest sister was away at college, the woman had lured my brother away so he would be wracked with guilt, and I was at a sleepover.”
“This bitch is rotting in prison, right?” Gemma asks. “I’d like to pay her a little visit.”
The men chuckle and you flash her a smile before taking a sip of your beer. “She got smart. She hired three men to do all her dirty work so if the cops made any arrests, nothing would point to her unless they talked.”
“Wait, so she’s not in prison?” Opie frowns.
You shake her head. “There were no arrests even though we knew exactly who started the fire. It was her word against ours, so my sister put our uncle in a nursing home and took me and my brother out of state. We stayed in New York for a few years before my sister went back to Beacon Hills for something. She didn’t check in like she was supposed to, so we went looking for her. We found her dead on the grounds of where our family home once stood.”
“Holy shit,” Jax murmurs in awe.
“Oh. It gets better.” You chuckle, pausing briefly so you can eat a bite more. “When me and my brother reestablished ourselves back in Beacon Hills, guess who kidnapped my brother and tortured him for shits and giggles?”
“That fucking bitch.” Gemma’s expression is enough to make you laugh.
“My uncle, who had miraculously recovered, ended up getting justice for our family before the cops showed up. Then my uncle was killed, and me and my brother inherited a shit load of money. Which brings us to why Gemma mostly thought I was just another little rich bitch.”
The men all chuckle as Gemma flashes you yet another sheepish look. Everyone goes quiet as your past tragedy sinks in, eating some more and easily finishing off three boxes of the pizza.
Eventually though, Jax has a question for you. “So if your brother owns a car garage, why waste your money here?”
“Well for one, I was not about to drive my baby all the way back to Beacon Hills when I noticed something was wrong. And two, this place looked like it held some honest workers and well.. why not share the wealth?”
“You get yer hands dirty, luv?” Chibs wonders.
You nod. “Here and there. My brother liked to take in strays from shitty homes, putting them to work so they could make an honest living when they were older. And when it turned out that we all had an affinity for fixing up vehicles, my brother opened a shop so the strays could have a steady job. We all work at La Luna for him, but he needed me to run an errand for him.”
“Huh. I would not have pegged you for someone who likes to get their hands dirty,” Jax says.
“Oh blondie, you have no idea how dirty I like to get.” The men all roar with laughter as Gemma chuckles, shaking her head at you. “So enough about me,” you say. “What about you guys? Is it always this quiet around here?”
“Nah,” Jax tells you. “There’s usually a lot more of us, but my step-dad had to deliver some parts to another location. Our brothers rode out to keep him company.”
You nod and say no more.
After everyone’s had their fill and is just lounging about, Gemma tells you if you’re ready to square up your bill. You agree and follow her into her office, paying your bill without any issue.
As you’re making your way back to the group of men are who enjoying their beers, another person walks through the opened gate of the lot. Everyone takes notice of this newcomer and Jax calls out, “Hey, buddy, we’re closed for the night!”
But the newcomer only has eyes for you. “You’re trespassing on claimed land, wolf.”
Your nostrils flare and the scent of wolf fills your senses. You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the confusion going on around you. Licking your bottom lip, you saunter forward a few more steps, aware of Gemma flanking you. “Am I now?” You muse. You scent the air, tilting your head to the side. “And which pack do you speak for?”
The guy growls- audibly growls- and tensions all around your skyrocket. The men all stand, making their way towards you and Gemma, unsure of where to stand as you go toe to toe with this guy.
“You’re not from the Alvarez pack or Satomi’s pack because they’re allies,” you say. “There is the Hillard pack, but they don’t got the balls to stand up to my brother, so that leaves..”
“The Hillard pack is gone. We’ve taken their territory.”
“Ah. Newcomers.” You tut at him, eyes twinkling. “We don’t care much for packs rising and falling, but all packs must check in with the alpha who watches over the state. And in California, buddy, that’s Alpha Hale.”
The newcomer’s eye flares blue as he snarls. There are shouts of surprise from behind you, along with the telltale sounds of weapons being drawn, but you merely raise a hand and glance over your shoulder while minutely shaking your head at the startled bikers. Then facing forward once more, you grin, careful to not show how rattled you are. “Fall in line and learn the rules around here or you will be chased out of California. Now run along back to your alpha and pass on the message.”
The guy snarls once more, but slowly backtracks out the gate. As soon as he’s gone, your smile falls and you dig into your pocket for your phone.
“What the fuck is going on?” Jax asks.
“Wait.” You find Derek’s contact in your phone and hit send, pressing the phone to your ear. When your brother picks up, you sigh. “We have an issue. The Hillard pack was taken out and the one that took their place doesn’t wanna follow protocol. A beta just outed himself in front of a group of humans.”
“Stay put and send me your location. We’re on our way.”
“Thanks, Der.” Turning around, you’re not surprised to see that everyone has a gun in hand. You nod in understanding. “If you have more weapons, now’s the time to get them out.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Jax asks you, expression hard. “And what was that guy?”
“Believe it or not, that was a werewolf. I’m a werewolf,” you tell him. “And apparently this new pack who has a claim on Charming doesn’t like a newcomer on their land.”
Jax and Juice snort, but your expression doesn’t change.
“You’re being serious,” Gemma realizes.
“I am. That guy was only a beta, like me. His alpha will most likely be here soon and he’ll be stronger than I am. I’m deeply sorry to bring this issue to your front step. I had no idea a new pack had taken over,” you tell the group, guilt etched into your very expression.
The humans are quiet for a moment and then, “What do you need?” Jax asks.
“Back up. Aim for the head.”
He nods, solemnly, while glancing at his brothers who give him a terse nod in return. “You got it.”
an:thank you to those who suggested characters for this hc. I typed this on my phone, so excuse the lack of editing. reply below which one is your favorite
requested characters (in no particular order): angel reyes, jax teller, joaquin torres, johnny tuturro, josh cody, rio
rating: (except for J. Cody)
sum:there’s a heatwave sweeping the nation. they’re encouraging everyone to have fun, but to stay cool.
“If you think about it, you’re more likely to die in a car crash than you are to be attacked by a shark.”
Your widened eyes lifts from the water gently rocking beneath you. The sight prompts Johnny to continue.
“I’m serious—“
“Andnot helping, Johnny!”
The uneasy look on your face should erase the smile on Johnny’s face, but it only doubles it in size. The five months you’ve lived in Graceland he’s never seen you scared before. Not even with a gun pointed at you.
“I go out and surf all the time—“
“Exactly,”you continue as he begins to guide your board further into the water. “AndI tell you you’re crazy each time.”
“And,” he chuckles. “I come back alive each time.”
Johnny’s words may be truthful, but they do little to ease your anxiety.
As your board drifts further from shore, you silently curse yourself for agreeing to this. After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep early. Johnny had come into your room thirty minutes after your arrival, the bright smile on his face forcing you to roll over.
“Whatever it is,” you mumbled. “I’m not going to be apart of it.”
“You don’t even know what it is,” Johnny crossed the room before collapsing on your bed. The added weight caused you to bounce lightly against the mattress.
“With you, it’s always trouble.”
“I was gonna ask you to come watch the sunset with me,” he’d smiled, his chin resting against your shoulder. “When was the last time we got to hang out? Just us two?”
The question was enough to make you agree to drag yourself out of the bed you had just laid in, so that you could spend time alone with your best friend.
When he invited you to watch the sunset, you thought Johnny had meant from the shore. You go with Johnny to the beach a lot, you even go in the water, but you’ve never ventured this far out.
You are now wide awake and seated on Johnny’s paddle board. He stands behind you, guiding the board. He may have teased you before, but Johnny does not mention that you sit as close to him as possible.
“Say what you want about sharks, Johnny,” you say, eyes returning to the water beneath you. “But, they’re far less likely to attack us if we’re closer to shore.”
“Let a shark try and roll up on this paddle board—“
“What are you going to do?” Your eyes roll, a tiny smile manages to outweigh your nerves as Johnny’s chuckle fills the air. “Fight it?
“I could punch it in the nose—“
“I doubt that works.”
“I read it online—“
“So it has to be true?” You tip your head back to see Johnny’s head shaking. The smile on his lips stretches as he meets your gaze. “Besides, I love you, JT. But my faith in you deterring a Great White with a punch is extremely low.”
“Man, whatever.” Johnny kisses his teeth, his eyes rolling as you release a giggle. “If you fall off don’t call me out there to punch a shark, and save you.” He glances down at you, his smile growing at the look of skepticism he finds. “Im serious, I’ll paddle my ass back to shore without you.”
“Like you’d leave me out here. I’m the only person who laughs at your jokes.”
“Look, y/n, I love you but you need to get your shit together.”
Letty’s words widen your eyes, the look of confusion on your face causing her eyes to roll.
“Me? What are you talking about?”
You are met with a temporary silence as Letty cautiously peeks around the edge of the building. Once she is certain the coast is clear, she turns back to you. Shifting the strap of her water gun, she allows the nearly empty weapon to hang by her side.
Letty steps forward, her hands clamping down on your shoulders. Her voice is just above a whisper as her dark brown eyes meet your gaze.
“You need to stop pulling your shots.”
“I am not pulling my shots.”
Letty’s eyes roll for the second time today. “I know we’re playing against your husband, but I am trying to win this game.”
“So am I–”
“Good, so that settles it, next time you see Angel empty the clip.”
She gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before disappearing around the corner.
It is Saturday afternoon and you’re currently crouched alongside the back of the clubhouse. The red bandana tied around your left upper arm represents your team’s color. Despite having discarded your t-shirt, leaving you in just your shorts and bikini top, you are sweating buckets.
The game has been going on for nearly twenty minutes. The rules are simple: capture the flag. The team captain has the flag, or bandana, tied around their arm. Once they are shot, the shooter can retrieve the flag. Game over.
You and Letty are the only people on your team not drenched from head to toe. Your other teammates, Ez and Neron, are seated at the front tapped out.
Letty managed to take out Gilly, and you managed to take out her dad. Angel and your five-year-old son are the final teammates on the opposing team.
As you carefully make your way through the parked cars of the lot, finger hovering above the trigger, you realize Letty is right. You might have let Angel getaway, once. When you’d initially snuck up on Angel, your goal was to shoot him—you just needed to get closer. Angel was so focused on scanning the parking lot that he didn’t hear your footsteps as you’d snuck upon him. You would have shot him if your foot hadn’t bumped into a poorly discarded toolbox, the sound giving Angel enough of a heads up to seek cover.
You come to a halt as the sound of shuffling feet breaks your concentration. Spinning on your heels, you pause as you find your son, Danny, standing a few feet away. Your shoulders relax as you lower your gun.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you sigh, wiping your hand against your forehead. “Where’s daddy?”
By the time Danny makes his way back to his father’s hiding spot, a drenched Letty has joined Ez and Neron at the front of the clubhouse.
“Did you find your mom?” Angel asks, watching as your son shakes his head. Peeking over the hood of the car, Angel allows his eyes to scan the lot. “Alright, stay here, I’m gonna go find her.”
Angel only manages to get two steps past the security of the car when he’s blasted by a cool stream of water. Your finger clamps down on the trigger, your son’s giggles drowning out Angel’s screams as tries to avoid the water blasting his chest and face. Trying to avoid crashing into your son and running back into the car, he has nowhere to go. Reaching forward, he groans as you narrowly escape his grip.
You wait until you’ve emptied the remnants of your gun before allowing him to catch your waist. “You owe me a flag.”
A dripping Angel is a mess of breathless laughs as he wipes the water from his eyes. “I can’t believe you turned my son against me!”
“That’s all you got, Wilson?” Joaquín’s laughter drifts across the crowded street. The sound attracting more passing guests. “I thought you’d have better aim than this!”
Seated beneath the blazing sun, Joaquín Torres watches as Sam shakes his head. The grin on the young man’s face tightens Sam’s grip around the orange ball he holds.
Joaquín’s hands rub together in anticipation, his dark brown eyes challenging his friend to end his winning streak. In the last hour, since he’s taken over at the dunk tank, Joaquín has yet to be dunked. The determination between Sam’s eyes might stem from the fact that Joaquin dunked him–twice–on the morning shift.
Bright eyes and the ability to talk to anyone have allowed Joaquin to throw off the concentration of each person that has stepped forward to try. Even Sam.
Sam releases a groan as the orange ball slaps the yellow tarp beside the target, and Joaquín’s cocky smile remains intact.
“I could just knock your ass off for free,” Sam chuckles as he gathers the balls surrounding the dunk tank. “What’s stopping me from hitting the target now?”
“Don’t be a sore loser, Sam,“ Joaquin winks. He motions towards the audience. "Donations are going to the kids.”
“Don’t worry, Sammy. I’ll get him for you.”
You wouldn’t have believed it possible, but the smile on Joaquín’s face doubles in size as he watches you catch the ball Sam tosses your way.
“Uh-oh, Torres,” Sam teases, watching as you step up to the yellow tape sticking to the pavement. “Sure you don’t wanna get down, let someone else get dunked?”
"You know me,” Joaquin smiles, watching as you study the target. “I’m not one to back down from a challenge.”
“Speaking of challenges.” Sam pauses as the power behind your first throw echoes silencing the conversations of those standing by to watch. Hitting the outer edge of the black circle, the orange ball dropped to the ground before rolling back towards you. Sam’s smile stretches as he briefly glances in your direction. “How about we make things interesting?”
“Interesting?” Joaquin’s eyes leave Sam’s long enough to watch you bend down to retrieve another ball. “What you got in mind?”
“If Y/N here knocks that cocky smile off your face, you finally gotta ask her on that date.”
“Date?”
The loud‘thwack’ that follows sends ripples across the bright yellow tarp. The edge of the ball connects with the black circle, bouncing off the side of the metal target. The board beneath Joaquin trembles, a sign of relief in response to narrowly missing that close call.
“Yeah,”Sam smiles as he passes you your third and final ball. “Youknowthat date I’ve been telling you to take her on so I can stop hearing how–”
“A date’s fine,” Joaquin speaks loudly drowning out the remainder of Sam’s sentence.
His narrowed eyes burn a hole into a grinning Sam. The sight seeming foreign to anyone who has worked with Joaquin. The smile that spreads across his lips as he allows his gaze to return to you is the one you have associated with Joaquin for the last month.
It is a smile that comes the instance you acknowledge his presence. Whether it be a simple “morning, Torres,” as you pass. Or the moments he catches himself ramblingly excitedly about the mission, only to find you watching him an amused smile on your lips. Or the sound of your laugh as you shake your head, trying not to cave to one of his corny jokes. It is the smile that had the entire unit convince Joaquin was falling hard for the analyst Sam brought in to assist on the mission.
“Hate to crush your dreams of a candlelight dinner, sweetheart, but no one’s dunked me–”
Laughter drowns out the splash of water as the board shifts releasing Joaquín into the ice-cold tank. Even beneath the freezing surface, Joaquin can hear Sam’s laughter above all the rest. When he finishes wiping the water from his eyes, Joaquin finds you standing alongside the tank.
“How’s the water?” The smile on your lips grows as Joaquin pushes his damp hair back from his forehead.
“Not bad,” he chuckles. His playful eyes meet your gaze. “You must have reallywanted that date.”
“So what do I get if I pay for the deluxe special?”
The sound of your voice pulls Jax’s attention from the woman behind the wheel of the Mazda parked alongside him. Jax smiles widely as he watches you push the door of your jeep shut.
“I’d have to take you inside and show you.”
The playful blue eyes focused on you cause you to arch your brow. “Since when are you afraid of an audience, Teller?”
“You know I’m not, darlin’” Jax chuckles as you retrieve your wallet. “I just know how shy you get. Wouldn’t want you to hold back if we’re planning on having some fun today.”
Dropping the twenty into the jar in his hand, you can’t deny your best friend a smile as Jax comes to a stop before you.
The parking lot of Teller-Morrow is full of cars, tables of food prepared by Gemma, familiar faces, and a number of shirtless Sons. The car wash is in full swing. You sat in line for fifteen minutes, listening to the car radio, as the line slowly inched it’s way through the gate of the parking lot. The only reason you did not turn around to go home is that you are technicallysupposed to be working the car wash. You had promised Gemma you’d stop by after your shift at work.
“We need men to get their cars washed too, sweetheart,” she’d reminded you as she walked you out last night. “So come on by after work, bring your bikini and a smile.”
Although your arrival is nearly and hour late, one look around the crowded parking lot has confirmed your suspicions. Jax did not need the help. The prospect of seeing him, specifically, dripping in water and suds was enough to bring every woman in Charming down to the autoshop.
“You’re a little over dressed,” he notes, his eyes passing over your outfit.
“I came straight from work.”
“Hey, I’ve been working,” Jax starts, the rolling of your eyes causes him to chuckle.
“I’m sure you have.” The smile on your face grows as you tug your shirt over your head. “For someone’s whose been working, you’re awfullydry.”
“I had to leave some cars for you,” Jax continues, his eyes lingering on green fabric of your bikini top. “When word spread you’d be here, a whole line of cars showed up.”
“I bet,” you laugh sarcastically.
“Besides,”Jax grins as you bend down to retrieve the bucket of soapy water by his feet. “My job’s to bring in the cars, not wash ‘em.”
“I don’t know.” Your eyes pass over the parking lot. You wait until your gaze returns to his to continue. “I think some of these ladies might demand a refund if they don’t see you wet at least once today.”
“You sure you don’t have an ulterior motive, sweetheart?” Jax’s brow arches, tongue passing over his lips as your eyes drop from his. “If you wanna see—“
Jax freezes, his words getting caught between the breath that catches in his lungs. The remnants from the bucketful of soapy water launched his way drips from his head, down his chest, trickling down to his toes.
The initial shock leaves Jax and the on lookers quiet. Jax runs his hand down his face, wiping the suds away. Blinking, he shakes out his hair. The smile on his face growing as he takes in your playful eyes.
Jax runs his hands through his hair. “Was it worth it?”
You allow your eyes to take him in. A warm blush has crept across Jax’s skin by the times have you’ve finished allowing yourself to admire your handiwork.
“Nope.”The response is not what he is expecting. Jax’s brow furrows as he watches you shake your head. Bending down, you retrieve the second bucket, drenching him before he can move out the way. “Nowit’s worth it.”
You only make it two steps before your feet are off the ground, Jax throwing you over your shoulder.
“I was just joking,” you giggle. The sound does little to deter Jax as he carries you across the lot towards the hose. “Jax!”
Music and laughter drift across the backyard of the Cody house. Empty beer bottles and soda cans have been abandoned. The once-bustling backyard is now empty. The party shifted inside to enjoy the steaks and burgers, fresh off the grill, in the sanctuary of air conditioning.
Your arms rest against the hot concrete of the pool’s edge, your cheek pressed against your skin. Eyes closed, you listen to the conversations and music muffled by the glass separating you from your friends.
From the moment your plane touched down at LAX, you have been dreaming of swimming in the Cody’s pool. After mingling and catching up with friends, you haven’t seen since Christmas break, you discarded your sundress and disappeared beneath the cool water.
“Shit, look who decided to fly back out West.” A soft smile finds your lips as the weight of Josh’s hands settles against your waist. “Thought Miss. Ivy League was too good to slum it with us criminals.”
“Trust me, nothing’s changed,” you catch a brief peek at a pair of playful light blue eyes as you look over your shoulder. “I’m only back because I missed the sun.”
J’s chuckle is low, his smile brushing against your shoulder as he guides your hips back to meet his. You could blame the heat as the reason why you don’t move away, say you’re too exhausted to muster up the strength, but the smile on your lips says otherwise. The kiss lingering against your pulse relaxes your limbs, your body thankful you have the edge of the pool to keep you stable.
It is a kiss fueled by a single purpose. To test the waters and disapprove the last conversation you and your ex-boyfriend shared on the phone a week prior.
“When you coming over?” It is a question you knew Josh would ask the moment you’d shared your plans to return home for the summer.
“When I have time,” you’d sighed. “I’m busy, Josh. I’ve got online summer classes, this internship, plus my part-time gig—we’re not in high school anymore. I can’t spend all day hanging by the pool with you.”
The sigh that escapes your lips as J’s fingers slip beneath the strap of your bikini brings a smile to his lips. He’s one step closer to getting his answer. The pressure of his lips against your neck, paired with his wandering fingers, is enough to distract your mind from the heat bogging you down.
“‘S that all you missed?” J drags his thumb along the curve of your breast, urging you to answer his question.
Your silence prompts his touch to wander. The pad of his thumb, rolling over your nipple, coaxes out the answer to his question. Before it can slip out, betraying your declaration made when you left last summer, you bite your lip.
You nod your head, the “yep”you manage not sounding nearly as assured as it did in your head. “Well–that and this pool.”
“So, I take it you don’t wanna go inside?” The soft and meticulous kisses he leaves against your neck match the movements of his fingers as they drift beneath the waistband of your bottoms.
“Josh, your uncles are inside–”
“So I guess we’ve gotta do it here then,” he mutters against your skin.
His face tucks against the warmth of your neck as he guides himself into you. Your mind lags, trapped between the wall and the heat of his touch. Time apart has done little to erase your body from his mind. Two years of a whirlwind romance meant J knew how to reel you back in, no matter how much time has passed. He knew where to place his lips and fingers, to shut off the rational part of your brain meant to warn you from falling back into this cycle.
His thrusts are slow and deep, his fingers helping build the pressure in a way that pushes away your initial fear of how you two might appear. Two exes who are incapable of escaping one another’s orbits. Somehow, the only two from the party who were not interested in eating or escaping the record-breaking heatwave. Two exes who can easily be seen if someone bothered to glance away from their conversation to look through the giant glass doors to the backyard.
From the kitchen, the breathless words Josh mutters against your ear appears to be an innocent attempt at catching up. No one would take a second glimpse. Each time you say you’re finished, the two of you fall back into one another’s orbit. But the grin on his face as you clench and tremble against him says otherwise.
“Welcome home, Ivy League,” he chuckles his lips pressing a final kiss against your shoulder, the warmth of his body slipping away as he pushes himself off the wall.
“You got ice cream?”
You glance away from your freshly opened cup of ice cream, to find your husband kicking off his shoes.
“Yep.”Nodding towards the living room, you redirect your attention to the vanilla ice cream. “The boys wanted some.”
Rio nods, eyes passing to the living room where his three sons can be found laying on the floor. Eyes focused on the movie playing, they both quietly eat their ice cream. The flattened Cold Stone bag resting on the counter causes him to pout.
“Where’s mine?”
Sliding your keys across the counter, you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. “Back at the store.”
Rio’s eyes roll, the playful eyes that briefly meet his causing him to reach forward. You skillfully block his hand, a giggle falling for your lips as you shield your ice cream.
“No one knew you’d be home this early,” you ignore the dark brown eyes trying their best to coax you into sliding the cup back within Rio’s reach. “If you would have let me know, I would’ve gotten you some.”
Rio remains where he is as you leave your explanation at that. He watches silently as you make a point of taking another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth. Your gaze lifts, a smile forming as you watch his eyes follow the path of your tongue as you lick the whipped cream for the corner of your lips.
The snide remark stops on the tip of his tongue as Rio takes in the lightweight white crop top and high-waisted cutoffs you wear.
“You went out wearingthat?”
“Last I checked, I can wear whatever I want.”
“I’m not saying that,” he starts. His brow arches as he takes a second look at the shorts you wear. “I’m more worried about the poor kid behind the counter. Probably won’t be able to get you outta his head for a week.”
Even if you don’t bother to entertain your husband’s teasing you know who Rio speaks of. The cocky college kid who worked the counter and flirted with every female to enter the store. The same college kid who melted and turned into a blubbering mess each time you smiled at him.
“Rio, stop teasing him,” you had mumbled the last time Rio joined you on the ice cream run. Your hand had slapped your husband’s chest as his arms wrapped around your middle, his chin resting against your shoulder. “It’s not funny.”
“Trust me, you couldn’t handle her, kid,” he chuckled as the poor boy fumbled with the change in his hand.
“What can a girl do?” you sigh, a casual tone falling from your lips. “It’s hot outside. There’s a heatwave.”
“So I’ve heard,” he notes. “You’re walking around with your ass hanging out, fueling every teenage wet dream down the block.”
Your shoulders let off a soft shrug as you take another spoonful of ice cream. Your husband’s gaze drifts lower, ghosting over your spine as your elbows rest against the marble countertop. His grip tightens as you push your hips back allowing your ass to grind against him.
“Jealousy has never been a good look on you, Christopher.”
Rio releases a dry laugh. “So you’rereally not gonna share?”
“Nope.”Your playful eyes drift past him to the clock. “They don’t close for a few hours, so you still have time to go get your own. Say hi to my friend for me.”
“Damn,” Rio’s head shakes, his hands settling on your waist. “First no kiss—“
“I’m sorry I’m not breaking my neck to greet you with a kiss at the door every time you come home,” the relaxing of your body against his chest, as his arms wrap around your middle, betrays the rolling of your eyes.
“Then, you can’t even share some ice cream?” Rio shakes his head. “With your own husband—“
“Who is grown, and old enough to get in the car—“
“The father of your children—“ He adds, his laughter muffled against the warmth of your neck.
“Oh my goodness,”you giggle pushing his hand away as he tries for the cup from a different angle. “Am I going to be hearing that the rest of my life?”
“Every damn day.”
Dropping your spoon into your cup, you push yourself upright before turning to face your husband.
He softly shakes his head, an amused smile toying with his lips as Rio takes your face in his hands. You stand on your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss he leaves against your lips draws you closer. A smile presses against your lips as your arms wrap around his waist pulling his body closer to yours.
“I’mstillnot sharing.” Your giggles fill the air before you can fully complete the sentence, the admission causing Rio’s eyes to roll. Your hand lightly presses against his chest. “Guess you’re not a good as you think.”
“It’s all good,” Rio chuckles, hands slipping into your back pocket to guide your hips closer. “That’s not what I want.”
