This request has been sitting in my inbox for a long time and I finally got to it. It was supposed to be a headcanon but I ended up getting really into it and it turned into a bit of a story along the way. It’s a combination of them both. I’m rambling now, but I hope you like it! 😘
Requested By: Anonymous
You and Opie were half-siblings, the two of you sharing a mother in Mary but having different fathers
Your mother had left Charming with your older brother Opie when he was 16 years old and you were born about two years later
Mary had hooked up with one of the locals in the new city where she lived, but he skipped town when he found out she was pregnant with you
Opie had turned 18 and left town to go back to his life in Charming while your mother was still pregnant
Your mother was a helicopter mom and was always warning you about not following the path of your older brother
Opie did not officially meet you until you were 7 years old and he had come to town due to a death in the family
He had wanted to meet his little sister sooner, but he also did not want to face his mother’s wrath after he’d gone back to Charming so he kept his distance
Even though your mother had tried to scare you off of your brother, you were intrigued by the mysterious man you had heard so much about and on the day of the funeral you snuck away from your mother in search of him
You discovered him outside, smoking a cigarette by himself, seeming to avoid the crowded funeral home
He recognized you immediately, having seen pictures of you, and nervously introduced himself, not knowing if Mary had poisoned you against him
Opie was shocked when you not only greeted him warmly but wrapped your tiny arms around him, hugging him tightly
The two of you talked for hours, catching up on all that you had missed over the years
Your mother was furious when she found you and took you back inside, insisting that you stayed by her side for the rest of the evening
Before Opie left town, you had snuck out of your house and tried to leave with him, being angry with your mother for keeping him away
Your brother told you that you couldn’t come with him, but that he would come to visit you as often as he could
‘Opie kept his promise and visited you once a month, picking you up on a Saturday morning and spending the day with you before heading back to Charming, not wanting to deal with your mother
The only time your mother let you go back to Charming with your brother was when he married his longtime girlfriend Donna
Opie had brought Donna with him many times when he visited you and the two of you had grown very close and she had even asked you to be a junior bridesmaid
You were honestly shocked that your mom let you go, but after a huge argument and her threatening Opie within an inch of his life if he didn’t have you home, she had agreed to let you go
You were thrilled about getting to go back to the town that your brother had told you so much about and getting to see his life there
To this day, your mother claims that letting you go away that weekend was her biggest mistake because ever since that weekend of freedom you constantly talked about the day you would leave
Your monthly visits continued with Donna joining him as often as she could and once Kenny and Ellie were born, they joined in the monthly visits as well
This had become such a regular part of your life that when a month passed and you hadn’t heard from your brother or Donna you knew something was wrong
This was the first time you ran away, hopping on a bus and heading to Charming to find out what had kept your brother
When you arrived at his house, you were met by an exhausted-looking Donna and the kids but your brother was nowhere to be found
When Donna told you that Opie had been arrested and was going to be in jail for some time, you didn’t believe her and ran off before she could stop you
Your mother had assumed that you had made your way to Charming and found you at the local sheriff's office asking how to contact your brother
She forced you to come home with her, but not before a sympathetic man named Chief Unser slipped you a piece of paper with a phone number on it
You gave your mother the silent treatment on the way home and quickly retreated to your room when you arrived at the house
The next day when your mother was still at work, you called the number and after some time you heard your brother’s voice on the phone
Opie tried to sound hopeful when he talked to you but you could hear the sadness in his voice as he told you that he would be in jail for the next few years
He told you to call Donna if you needed absolutely anything while he was behind bars and if she couldn’t help then you should call his friend Jax Teller who you had met at the wedding
Donna had tried to visit you a few times but with Opie behind bars, she had to hold down a job and two kids which made finding time to visit you rather difficult
While you had frequent phone calls with your brother and Jax and Donna checking in on you, those five years were still the lonliest of your life
The second time you ran away from home was the week you found out that your brother had gotten out of jail
Opie was happy to see you and wrapped you in a big hug but you could tell that there was something different about your brother
After inviting you to have dinner with Donna, Ellie, and Kenny, he told you that you needed to go home and he put you on a bus back to your mother
He promised he would visit you as often as you could but with his new job at the lumber yard and trying to catch up on lost time with the kids, his visits happened less and less
You took it upon yourself to make the visits happen and ran away constantly to the town of Charming to visit your brother
Every time you showed up on his doorstep, Opie would offer you a sad smile, take you out to lunch, and then put you on a bus back to your mother who became angrier each time you ran off
Your mother hated how entranced you were with the small town of Charming which is why you were shocked when she woke you up one morning and told you that's where the two of you were headed
When you arrived in Charming, you were horrified to discover the reason for your trip, Donna had been murdered
Opie seemed completely detached from everything, simply going through the motions of what he was expected to do
Not knowing how to help your brother, you took on the role of caretaker for Ellie and Kenny along with your mother
The two of you stayed in town for a few weeks helping to take care of the kids while Opie’s grief consumed him and kept him away from home
It eventually became too much for your mother and she decided to head home but you told her that you would not be joining her, wanting to stay and support your family here in Charming
Mary had grown tired of the back and forth trying to keep you away from Charming and the people there so she allowed you to stay but told you not to come crying to her when Charming destroyed you
After transferring to Charming High to begin your junior year, you officially moved into the Winston home
Each day you would get the kids up, get them ready, and walk them to school before heading over to the high school and attempting to stay awake during your classes
Opie barely spent any time at home anymore, but after a full 48 hours had passed without any word from him, you took a cab to Teller-Morrow to see if any of his brothers had heard from him
When you arrived, you spotted Jax and Opie’s father Piney and inquired if either of them had seen Opie recently
After telling them how absent Opie had been, they were both appalled and Piney stomped into the clubhouse to confront his son
Jax pulled you aside and told you that from now on if you and the kids ever needed anything, you were to call him
He told you that since you were family to Opie, you were family to everyone in Samcro and that they would help out in any way they could
Things were initially awkward after that, but soon things started to get better, or at least Opie seemed to be trying to be home more
On top of that, Piney began coming around to help with the kids
The two of you got along pretty well and you loved asking him questions about what your brooding big brother was like as a child
You settled into a bit of a routine, with Piney dropping you and the kids off and picking you from school
When you got home you would help the kids with their homework and make dinner which was usually around the time that Opie would arrive home to eat with you all
Opie was always telling you how much he appreciated you and how he wouldn’t have been able to keep it together after Donna if it wasn’t for you
As grateful as he was for everything you did for him, he sometimes worried that he was taking advantage and that you had too much responsibility for someone your age
That all changed when he began dating a woman named Lyla
You were initially wary of the young blonde, between her age and her profession, you weren’t sure if she was the best fit for your father
That didn’t stop Opie from bringing her around which gave you the opportunity to get to know each other and much to your surprise, the two of you hit it off
Once Lyla and her son Piper moved in, things changed even more but they seemed to be changing for the better
Piper, Ellie, and Kenny got along great, your brother was happy and in love, and Lyla took on the mother role that you had occupied for quite some time which gave you all sorts of free time that you didn’t know what to do with
Lyla encouraged you to get involved with activities at school, wanting to give you the chance to be a normal teenager for once
When you saw there were try-outs for the school’s softball team, you decided to give it a try, being reminded of minor league baseball games you used to attend with your brother
When you made the team, Lyla and Opie were ecstatic and declared that the family would be in the stands cheering you on at every game
They were true to their word, and at least one of them was present at every single one of your games
Your blended family may have seemed mismatched from the outside, but in reality, you all completed each other and you’d never been happier
When Lyla and Opie decided to make it official and get married, Lyla asked you to be her maid of honor
Opie bought you a beautiful dress to wear and Lyla insisted you get ready with her so that she could help you with your hair and makeup
Half of the town was there, along with the largest group of bikers that you’d ever seen
After your official maid of honor duties were done, you felt awkward and ended up sitting at a table with some of the Samcro guys who were partaking in the open bar
Jax and Piney had tried to slip you a drink or two, claiming it was a right of passage but were caught by Opie and Lyla who tore them a new one
Towards the end of the night, as things were beginning to wind down, you heard someone call your name
When you turned around, you were shocked to see Dylan from your physics class
Apparently, Dylan’s father, a local business owner, was a friend of the club so his family had scored an invite to the wedding
The two of you had never socialized much outside of class but tonight was different and you found yourself seeing Dylan in an entirely different light
The two of you talked and talked until you heard your favorite song on and Dylan asked you if you wanted to dance
Halfway through the song, you noticed that Dylan looked petrified and without having to ask you knew that your big brother had come over to cut in
As soon as Dylan was out of earshot, Opie immediately began grilling you, asking about who “that boy” was and where you knew him from
You hugged your brother and laughed, telling him to relax and enjoy his wedding
He nodded and rolled his eyes before telling you that if you wanted to score that second piece of wedding cake you’d been talking about, now would be the time before the caterers started boxing it up
As you scurried away to grab some extra dessert, your brother quickly walked in the opposite direction to find Juice because he had an important job for him
Opie was determined to find out absolutely everything about “that boy” who was putting the moves on his baby sister
That boy would have to go through him, and after missing out on so much of your life, Opie was determined to protect his baby sister, no matter the cost
This is part 9 to “Take Me Home”. Part 1 can be found here. Part 2 can be found here. Part 3 can be found here. Part 4 can be found here. Part 5 can be found here. Part 6 can be found here. Part 7 can be found here. Part 8 can be found here. Gifs and images are not mine. Any flashbacks will be italicized. NSFW and violent at points.
It was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon and the two of you had still not left the room. Even after telling him the entire story, Chibs still had questions. He was aware that reuniting you with your son would be a difficult task. He also knew that it would be a project that required extensive help from his brothers and he wanted to have as much information as he could before bringing it to the table.
What made things especially difficult was how your father and Jerry’s business was set up. They didn’t have a real “crew” that worked for them, however, they did have an endless amount of money and people desperate for that money. Your hometown had been hit hard by the recession, leaving people without a way to pay the bills and care for their families.
Jerry took advantage of this by hiring people who were the most desperate for money. You explained to Chibs how these desperate people typically fell into two groups. The first group being addicts who were not only desperate for money but were desperate for drugs which Jerry and your father supplied them with to keep them compliant.
The second group of people were those who needed money desperately and had no other options. These people had medical bills, families, mortgages, sick kids, and all sorts of difficult situations that made them especially easy for your father and Jerry to manipulate.
You hated sharing this incredibly ugly side of the business you worked in and you began to curl in on yourself, pulling your legs up and wrapping your arms around them as you sat on the edge of Filip’s bed.
“Hey lass, don’t go hiding on me now”, Filip spoke softly as he slid over so he was sitting right next to you. His strong calloused hands worked to loosen the vice-like grip you had around your legs.
“That’s only going to hurt your hand even more love”, he reminded you, nodding towards the bandaged hand curled around your knee. You sighed in defeat, knowing he was right as you had already felt the pain beginning to worsen.
You moved your hands from around your legs and covered your face, still feeling ashamed. You felt his lips press against your skin as he kissed your fingers, attempting to coax you out. As you peeked out, Filip offered you a sad smile and opened his arms to you.
When you didn’t respond, Filip shook his head and groaned, “Now you’re just being stubborn”.
He reached over and easily scooped you up, pulling you onto his lap. He wrapped one arm around you, holding you close to him. His other hand picked up your bandaged one, inspecting it for any further damage. Satisfied that you had not further injured your hand, he placed a quick kiss to your knuckles before placing your hand back in your lap. You looked up at him incredulously.
“I don’t get it, Filip. How can you still be so good to me? How can you sit here and hold me?”, you exclaimed truly in disbelief, “How are you not disgusted by my presence alone after everything I’ve done. I mean just….”
You were interrupted when a calloused finger was pressed against your lips. As you looked up at him, you could see his face was full of emotion. However, the two most powerful was a combination of love and anguish. His hand that had been shushing you, had now moved to cradle the side of your head.
He took a deep breath before responding, “(Y/N), I’ve spent years wanting this…wanting nothing more….nothing more than to hold ye. Sure, I’m pissed. I hate this shite love, but that doesn’t mean I'm letting you go, not ever.”
You turned your head in his hand and kissed the inside of his palm before whispering, “I love you, Filip Telford”.
He sighed and inhaled deeply, seeming to be at peace for the briefest of moments before leaning forward and placing a kiss upon your lips.
“We should probably go face the wolves now lass. Bound to be lots of questions from the guys after that little show we put on”, Chibs told you before gently moving you off of his lap onto the bed beside him.
“I’ll shout for one of the prospects to bring that chair back for ye”, Filip stated while standing up and making his way towards the door. He’d barely stepped away from the bed before you had grabbed onto his arm with your uninjured hand.
“Please Filip”, you pleaded as he turned around to face you, “I’ve already made a fool of myself in front of the entire clubhouse today. Can’t I just walk out with you like a normal person?”
He rolled his head back and sighed before returning your gaze, “You’re too damn stubborn lass”, he grumbled.
“C’mon Filip”, you begged as you scooted up onto your knees to the edge of the bed. You broke out one of your signature pouts that you knew he couldn’t resist.
“Ah shite, fine (Y/N), just take it easy aye?”, he requested before helping you off the bed and taking your hand.
Reentering the crowded main area of the club house was just as uncomfortable as you had expected. The loud and rowdy conversations going on around the room died down as the two of you walked into the room and all attention fell on the both of you. However, one quick angry look from the man beside you caused the room to go back to its normal state. Clearly, nobody wanted to risk angering the Scotsman.
Moments later, Filip’s friend Tig approached with a beer in his hand and an apprehensive look on his face.
“We all good here?”, the curly haired biker asked while gesturing between you and Chibs with his free hand.
Filip wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side before responding, “Yea brother, everything’s right here. Just had some catching up to do”. You blushed and resisted the urge to cover your face as your embarrassment about your outburst earlier came flooding back.
“About what happened earlier”, you began, practically stumbling over your words as your anxiety and nervousness bubbled to the service, “I’m really sorry I was such an asshole”.
Tig let out a laugh before responding, “Don’t worry about it doll. I like ‘em feisty”.
“Jaysus Tig, I’m right here. How about hitting on one of the women NOT ‘ere with me?”, Filip replied, jokingly giving his brother a dirty look before pecking you on the forehead.
Tig laughed, “Alright brother, you win this round. To make it up to ya, want me to grab you that chair so she can get off her feet?”
“Please, no”, you practically exclaimed, “Please I’ll sit down, just in a normal chair like everyone else.” Before either man had a chance to respond, you were joined by the matriarch of Samcro.
“I hate to interrupt this happy little chat” Gemma began, “but Jax wants you boys in church, says its urgent”.
Now, here you were, sitting at a dirty bar table in awkward silence with the intimidating woman. Gemma had assured Filip that she would take care of you while he was meeting with the rest of the crew. As much as you didn’t want to be left alone, you were pretty sure that the emergency meeting was most certainly about you so you begrudgingly told him to go ahead.
You weren’t sure what to do with yourself, so you folded your arms and chose to entertain yourself with all of the noise in the room. While you were busy watching one of the prospects work up the nerve to talk to a scantily clad croweater, you noticed that you were getting some judgemental looks from the girls standing there. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat and moved your eyes so you were looking at the ground.
The silence was broken by Gemma’s voice, “You had to know that you’d be the center of attention after that little stunt you pulled sweetheart. Want to escape the prying eyes of all these nosey bitches and come help me in the kitchen?”
Having to cook sounded absolutely miserable right now but you could only assume that it would be slightly more tolerable than sitting in this room where everybody was talking about you.
You nodded your head and stood up, following Gemma into the kitchen. There were a couple of women in the kitchen already but they quickly left the room after Gemma shot them a look.
“Sit on that stool there (Y/N), you can still rest while peeling these potatoes for me”, Gemma informed you while pointing to the seat at the counter. You complied and grabbed the potatoes and peeler that Gemma handed you and set to work.
You actually enjoyed the monotonous work, focusing on peeling each potato to perfection rather than having to focus on the intense conversation that you were sure was coming your way. The fact that Gemma hadn’t started the interrogation already was a shock but you weren’t complaining.
For close to 20 minutes, the two of you went on simply existing in each others presence, focusing on the culinary task at hand.
Seemingly out of nowhere, Gemma decided to break the silence, “So how old’s your kid?”
Taken aback by the bluntness of the question, you feigned shock.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you lied, refusing to make eye contact with her, pretending to focus on the peeler in your hand.
“Oh cut the bull shit (Y/N),” she replied as she dropped what she was doing and moved so she was standing directly in front of you, “I’m not doing this dance around the subject nonsense anymore. Between how good you were with Abel, your rant about needing to protect people, and your little escape attempt. The only thing that makes a bitch act that crazy, is her babies.”
“Gemma….please…”, you practically pleaded.
“Don’t get me wrong sweetheart, I get it”, she interrupted, “You’re looking at a woman who’s done some real fucked up shit for her kids. But if you want my boys to help you and your….”
“My son”, you filled in the blank, resigned to the fact that if you wanted the clubs help, you were going to need Gemma’s too.
“If you want my boys to help you and your boy”, she continued, “You can’t keep all these secrets from us. You have to tell us everything”
“Don’t worry”, you moaned, “I already got the lecture from Filip”.
Gemma nodded her head, seeming to think to herself before warning, “I’m sure Chibs gave you the watered down version of a warning. You’re his girl. He doesn’t want to hurt you. But that doesn’t mean I won’t if you hurt my boys. Do we have an understanding sweetheart?”
“Message heard, loud and clear”, you assured her, “Trust me, I’m just here to get help finding a safe place for my son and me to land”. Gemma looked you up and down, seeming to accept your explanation, for now.
“So this boy of yours, is our favorite Scotsman the father?”, Gemma asked with a judgemental tone to her voice. You were thrown off by how blunt her question was and it took you a moment to respond.
While you gathered your thoughts, Gemma pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter, lighting one up before leaning against the counter, waiting for your response.
This whole experience felt so bizarre to you. You had spent so much time and effort not only keeping your son a secret but keeping the paternity situation a secret as well, not only out of embarrassment and shame but also for safety sake.
Back home, the only person who knew that Jason might not be the father was Jerry, and he used it as a weapon against you. Having to tell all of these people all of your biggest secrets over the past couple of days was frankly exhausting and you were getting even more overwhelmed with each “big reveal”.
You took a deep breath before responding, “I hope so. That’s what I tell myself. There’s nobody else I’d want to be his father. Sadly though, there are two other options The first obviously being my husband, Jason….”.
You paused for a moment to look at Gemma’s face which showed nothing but a blank expression.
“The only other person….that it could possibly be…...well….is Jerry”, you practically whispered, hating to admit that horrible truth and remember that horrible night. That was a statement that clearly shocked Gemma as her jaw practically dropped at that admission.
“Wait a minute”, she began, “Jerry, your father’s business partner? Jerry, the asshole who beat you within an inch of your life and left you for dead? You two were a thing?”
“No, no, no, it wasn’t like that at all”, you quickly replied. The words practically falling out of your mouth, wanting to distance yourself from the monster who tormented your every waking moment.
“Well sweetheart, it was clearly SOMETHING if he could be your son’s father”, Gemma reminded you, cocking her eyebrow at you, clearly wanting the full story”.
You lowered your eyes and bit, not knowing how to explain one of the biggest mistakes you had ever made. Anxiety coursed through your veins and you felt your heartbeat quicken as you were brought back to that terrible night.
It took you a few moments but you were finally able to gather yourself enough to tell Gemma that story.
You and Jason had just celebrated your third wedding anniversary. While his version of celebrating which involved bringing you home some bar food and falling asleep on top of you wasn’t exactly romantic, you appreciated that he was actually spending time with you for once.
As the “business” grew and became more successful, you began to see less and less of your husband. He was Jerry and your father’s official third partner. The goofy and hard working man that you had fallen in love with had now turned into a drunk angry person who you didn’t recognize.
You would often go days without seeing him, some nights he would come home long after you had gone to bed and would be up and out of the house before you awoke. Other nights he simply didn’t come home at all. Growing up with a father similar to the man that Jason was now, this did not necessarily alarm you. This had always been the norm.
However that all changed one day that spring. You’d received a final notice on a bill in the mail, and needed to track down Jason immediately. Apparently, he’d forgotten to make payments on the truck and if he didn’t pay then it was going to be repossessed. He didn’t allow you to touch any of the money, so this wasn’t a project you could complete on your own.
Hopping in your old car, you drove around town, attempting to find your husband. The last place you stopped at was a warehouse on the outskirts of town. You were relieved to finally see your husband’s truck but were confused when you saw a convertible parked next to the truck.
Any of the dealers that you worked with would never want a car that flashy so you knew it couldn’t have been one of them. With a sense of unease, you stepped out of your car and walked into the warehouse. It was practically empty except for a light on in the back room, leading to a small office.
Walking as quietly as possible you approached the door, unsure of what you were about to walk in on. The sight that met you was so shocking it made you sick. Jason was in nothing but his underwear sitting in his office chair. There were two women with them, both of them completely nude. One was sitting on his lap, kissing his neck, and the other was sitting on the desk, snorting a line of cocaine.
The women barely paid you any mind, however, you made direct eye contact with your husband. You would think he would make up some half ass excuse, try to explain himself, but he didn’t. He simply looked away from you and kissed the woman sitting on top of him.
You stomped out of the warehouse, angry tears streaming down your face. As you got in your car and began driving away, you came to the realization that you were driving in circles, with nowhere to go.
Eventually, you made your way back home. Normally you wouldn’t want to worry your sick mother with anything but at that moment all you wanted was to curl up in your mom’s arms. You walked into her house and crawled into her bed beside her.
Knowing better than to ask, your mother simply held you in her arms as you cried and cried until you fell asleep in her arms.
Jason came home the next day but he never mentioned what had happened at the warehouse. In fact, the two of you never talked about it, the infidelity, the drug use, none of it. The only aspect of your life that changed was that he stopped attempting to hide it. He would come home reeking of liquor and cheap perfume.
He barely touched you anymore, except for the days he came home a little tipsy and in the mood for some grab ass. You always hated yourself the next morning, but you couldn’t help it. You needed something, anything to escape the constant pain. You couldn’t get drunk. You couldn’t get high like everyone else. You had things to do, people to take care of. While your husband and father used drugs and alcohol to escape, you used sex.
Sex was all the connection left between you and Jason. The more he became involved in the drug business, the less you recognized the man you had married and fell in love with. You had fallen out of love with him long ago, and Jason, he seemed to simply tolerate you. He treated you as a chore, rather than someone he was supposed to love.
You thought you could go on like that, just going through the motions, hell your mother had done the same thing throughout her marriage to her father. That was your plan until your entire world changed on your fourth anniversary.
For the first time in a very long time, Jason seemed to be putting in some effort. It was your fourth wedding anniversary and he suggested going out to dinner at some restaurant across town. It wasn’t much but it was more than he’d given you in a very long time. He had even left $50 on the kitchen table for you to buy yourself a new dress.
After making sure your mom was settled with her evening nurse, you ran back to your house to get ready. You spent the next two hours preparing yourself, making sure you looked absolutely perfect. You sat on the couch waiting with your hair done, fully made up, wearing a knee-length red dress and a pair of heels.
After an hour of waiting, you broke out the bottle of wine that had lived in the back of your fridge for months. By hour two, you had downed the entire bottle of wine. Hour three, your heels were abandoned, your hair had fallen down around your face, and your mascara was ruined from the angry tears that had fallen down your face. You should’ve known better, you should have expected this, but it still hurt.
You were practically asleep when you finally heard a key turn in the lock. The world spun as you sat up, debating whether you should tear your husband a new one or just ignore him and go to bed. Much to your surprise, you weren’t met with the face of your husband, instead, it was your father’s business partner Jerry walking through the door.
A combination of your intoxication and your shock caused you to stumble and surprisingly Jerry caught you. He looked you up and down with a nasty grin on his face, getting quite the eyeful since from his position he could see directly down your dress.
You backed out of his arms and squinted at him in confusion before blurting out, “What are you doing here? You’re...you’re not Jason”.
“Hmmmmm, I’ve never seen the princess let loose before. You’re quite the sight”, he sneered while taking a step closer to you.
You shook your head, confused both from the copious amounts of liquor that you drank and by the fact that Jerry seemed to be hitting on you.
Seeming to enjoy the fact that you were drunk and uncomfortable, Jerry stepped towards you again, this time slipping his arm around your back acting as if he was helping to steady you. His other hand grabbed your chin and pulled your face to his, kissing you roughly.
Completely shocked at his actions, you pulled back, placing both hands on his chest and pushing against him. However, between his strength and your intoxication, he didn’t budge.
“Stop it, what are you doing. Where’s Jason. I shouldn’t….Jason”, you exclaimed, confused and overwhelmed by everything that was going on.
“Your man got caught up with work at the warehouse. I needed something from his safe so he told me to stop by and nab it. Didn’t say anything about his delectable wife waiting at home for him,”, Jerry responded, smugly looking you up and down, using both of his arms to pull you flush against him.
“Jerry...Jerry, stop, what are you doing. Jason’s my husband, your business partner. This is wrong”, you attempted to reason with him.
“Oh come on (Y/N), you know Jason’s out there fucking every crack whore we come across. If he’s out there having fun, why shouldn’t you? Besides, it’d be a shame for this get up to go to waste”, Jerry challenged before leaning in and sloppily kissing your neck.
You didn’t know what you should do. On one hand, you absolutely despised the man holding you in his arms. He had personally caused an immeasurable amount of pain in your life. On the other hand, you couldn’t deny that Jerry was right. Jason couldn’t care less about you or your marriage. He didn’t care if he hurt you. Why should you care if you hurt him? Besides, it’d been a long time since Jason had shown this type of interest in you.
Taking a deep breath, you swallowed your pride before responding, “Alright, fine.”
“Alright?”, Jerry questioned, clearly knowing what you meant but wanting you to say it, wanting to make the humiliation worse.
“Alright as in ok, I’ll do this. But we never speak of it again”, you replied, giving in to what he wanted.
“Oh don’t you worry sweet thing”, Jerry scoffed with a nasty wolf-like smile on his face, “This will stay locked in the vault. Plus any time Jason is pissing me off, I’ll just think of that time I fucked his wife”.
“Shut up before I change my mind”, you retorted, rolling your eyes at his disgusting comment.
“Don’t worry babe, I’ll give you what you want. Why don’t you show me back to your bedroom”, he taunted, releasing you from his grip. You know he wanted you to be the one to take the lead, further your humiliation.
Folding your arms across your chest, you nodded and walked back towards your bedroom allowing the disgusting man to follow.
The second you entered the room, he was on top of you, eager to claim you as his. As he backed you onto the bed and began kissing your neck, you had a realization. This was it. You’d reached rock bottom and your rock bottom was underneath the body of this man you loathed.
You felt like you could barely breathe when you came back to reality. The memory of that night and the person you were back then was painful and humiliating. Refusing to let yourself cry in front of the strong woman, you clenched your fists and took in long, deep breaths.
“That’s some complicated shit baby. Chibby know all that?”, Gemma asked, breaking you from your anxious state.
“Yes, he knows. He knows...everything”, you replied, your voice breaking towards the end. Gemma sighed and walked over to where you were sitting at the counter, placing one of her hands over yours.
“Baby I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s not going anywhere”, Gemma assured you. You offered Gemma a small smile, not knowing how she knew but thankful to hear her kind words.
“Just no more secrets, got it?”, she instructed lifting her hand from your own and pointing her finger at you.
You nodded your head and laughed, “I’ve got it, don’t worry. No more secrets”.
“Alright, well now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way, let’s get back to cooking dinner for all of those impatient hungry people. I’m going to go find Chucky to help us finish up in here. Don’t move a muscle, understand?”, she told you. You nodded your head and Gemma exited the room.
Gemma had barely left the room when you noticed the pot on the stove was boiling dangerously close to the top. You weren’t sure how long it would take Gemma to find Chucky and you didn’t want to risk the pot boiling over and getting everywhere. It couldn’t hurt that much to stand up and simply turn the heat down a little.Everyone was just being overprotective.
The second you stood up though, you could tell something was wrong. You were immediately lightheaded and felt sick, almost as if you might throw up. Grabbing onto the edge of the counter, you tried to regain your balance but it was all too much. Before you had a chance to call out for help you fell to the floor, hitting your head and losing consciousness.
Chapel had just let out and all of the guys were filing back into the main room. Chibs grabbed a beer from behind the bar and went looking for you. He didn’t see you or Gemma, so he figured the two of you had moved somewhere else in the clubhouse. Before he had a chance to go looking for the two of you, he heard the smoke alarm go off in the kitchen and he went running.
When he walked into the kitchen, he was met with a horrifying sight. You were lying unconscious on the ground, blood coming out of a cut on your forehead.
“Oh shite (Y/N), fucking shite”, he exclaimed while pulling you into his arms, “We need some help in here!” He was so focused on you that he hadn’t noticed everyone who had followed him into the room.
Gemma quickly grabbed the pot off the stove and yanked it away before the water boiled over onto the floor. Jax called Tara into the room to examine you. The second she looked at you she told him to call an ambulance. At this point, Chibs noticed everyone who had joined the two of you in the kitchen.
Spotting Dr. Knowles, he quickly called out to her, “Please doc, please come help her”. Chibs gently laid you on the floor to allow the doctor to look you over. He stood up from the floor and nervously watched as Tara felt for your pulse. Tig placed a hand on Chibs’ shoulder, a silent show of support for his brother.
“Pulse is weak. Somebody calling that ambulance?”, she called out, quickly going into doctor mode as she started compressions, performing CPR.
“Oh god, please”, Chibs cried out, “Please save her. I can’t lose her again!”
OMFG so I just noticed I’ve officially hit 700 followers! That doesn’t even seem possible, but I’m so so excited!
I started this as a side blog and never imagined it would turn into anything more. However this blog has become even more active than my main one at times and I’ve also made some incredible, crazy, funny, fantastic friends through this page who I’m so fucking thankful for.
To all my lovely followers, both the new and the old thank you so much! The likes, reblogs, messages, etc always bring a smile to my face in an otherwise monotonous world. Y’all are always making me smile!
Anyway in celebration of there being 700 of you here for the party, I’ll be posting something special for you all on Wednesday😘😘😘 More details to come tomorrow!
Prompt: You’ve had a day from hell and the only thing, well the only person that can bring you any comfort is your old man, Happy Lowman.
Warnings: NSFW, Cursing, Sexual Content
Side Note: Almost all of my stories are reader insert so if you see (Y/N), that means Your Name .
You groan as your body collapses, your back hitting the couch as you sink into the cushions. As you kick off your shoes, you lift your arms off the couch and cover your eyes with your hands. The anger and frustration builds up inside of you and you quickly grab a pillow and scream long and hard. After realizing that has had no impact on your ever worsening mood, you throw the pillow across the room and then roll over onto your stomach. Maybe if you tried hard enough, you could sink into the couch and this monstrosity of a day would cease to exist.
A little while later, you could hear the familiar sounds of a motorcycle pulling into the driveway. Moments later the door swings open and your old man, Happy Lowman, trudges into the house after a long day at Teller Morrow. Immediately he can tell that something is off when he is met with total silence.This was unusual, because normally when he returned home at the end of the day, he was greeted by the sound of your voice singing along to whatever happened to be playing on the radio.
“(Y/N)....(Y/N)...., where are you”, he calls out, but is met with the same eerie silence.
He instinctively reaches for his gun as he carefully steps around the corner and into the living room. The sight before him nearly stops his heart as the living room is in a disarray and you are lying face down on the couch, not moving a muscle.
“Fucking shit (Y/N)”, he cries out before running across the room to you. He pulls your body up off of the couch and into his arms, quickly flipping you over so he can see your face. Relief courses through his veins when he is met with the healthy and conscious face of his old lady. While you look rather annoyed, you otherwise seem to be alright and Happy breathes a sigh of relief.
His peace doesn’t last long as you swat his chest and shout, “Hap, what the fuck? You scared the shit out of me!”
“Seriously, (Y/N)? I scared you? I come home to find the house dead silent, there’s shit thrown about the living room, and you’re lying face down on the couch. How was I supposed to react?”, Happy exclaimed, slightly loosening his grip on you but making no move to let you go completely.
“I guess you’re right, I’m sorry. I just had the day from hell and kind of landed here when I got home”, you explained. Sighing as the thought of your horrific day began to overwhelm you, you attempted to wiggle out of his arms to lie back down on the couch. Happy obliged, letting you go but he was still concerned as you weren’t acting like yourself.
“You want to talk about it?”, he offered, not really knowing what else to say.
“Not in the slightest. Just let me wallow in my misery”, your muffled voice called back to him. He didn’t respond but you did feel the couch shift as Happy got up and walked into the other room. A moment later he returned, and you heard a clink as he placed something down on the coffee table.
“Grabbed you a beer for when you want it”, he told you, “Now sit up for a second”. You rolled your eyes and turned to the side, shooting him a death glare as you were in no mood to move.
“Oh c’mon, now you’re just being stubborn.”, he groaned. You heard another clink on the table before the two strong arms of your old man lifted you from the couch. He didn’t lift you too high, just enough that he was able to slide under you and sit down. After he was seated, he laid you back down with your head resting in his lap.
After giving you a moment to get settled, Happy draped his right arm across your body that was laid out next to him. He used his free hand to reach forward and grab the remote, turning on the television. After finding a program that would keep his attention, he put the remote down and then reached forward to grab his beer.
Half an hour later, you had begun to calm down ever so slightly. You appreciated that your old man knew you well enough to not push it when you said you didn’t want to talk but he also knew that you wouldn’t want to be left alone. Simply laying down with your head resting in his lap was working wonders on your mood and you decided that you were ready to have some of the beer he had grabbed you earlier. You sat yourself up and smiled at Happy before turning around to grab your drink. In your haste to grab the frothy beverage, you accidentally knocked a pile of papers to the floor.
“What are those?”, Happy inquired with a confused look on his face. When you didn’t answer, he decided to find out for himself and picked the papers up off of the floor. The content of the papers surprised him, as is appeared that you had gotten a ticket.
“You got a ticket? Why didn’t you tell me (Y/N)?”, he asked, genuinely confused as to why you were keeping this from him. There was a moment of silence before you erupted.
“Cause I’m fucking pissed about it!”, you exclaimed as you jump up from the couch, anger coursing through your veins. The earlier sadness you felt about your day from hell now turned to red hot rage instead. Not wanting to be the person your rage was directed at, Happy remained on the couch, sitting silently as all that had been built up during the day came spilling out.
“It was bullshit Hap, absolute fucking bullshit”, you shouted as you began pacing about the room, “The cop was a little bitch about it saying I was speeding when I was only going 7 miles over the speed limit. Then he starts on asking if I’m aware that my taillight was out. Uhm, of course not mother fucker. If I knew it was out I would have gotten it fixed for fucks sake.”
You didn’t give Happy a chance to respond as the words continued pouring out, “Now I have a $145 fine to pay. But that bullshit was just on the way home. When I got to work this morning, I found out we were three people short, meaning I had to cover way more than I usually do. Then my supervisor decided that she wanted to take an extra long lunch leaving me practically by myself. By the time I got out of work, I was running late to pick up my prescriptions which is why I was speeding in the first place. Then because of that dickhead cop I wasn’t able to pick them up and now I’ll have to leave even earlier in the morning because some mother fucker decided”...
“Whoa, whoa, whoa (Y/N), you need to calm down”, Happy interrupted standing up from the couch and walking towards you.
“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down after all of this Hap?”, you questioned, annoyance seeping into your voice as you turned to walk away from him and into the kitchen. You were stopped by a firm grip around your wrist. Quickly, you spun around so you were now face to face, well more like face to chest, with your old man. You shot him a death glare, almost daring him to test you with the mood you were in.
He held his free hand up in the air, as if in the surrender position before offering, “C’mon babe, you need to relax. I’ll help you”. His offer to help you relax caught your attention and caused you to pause for a moment. Taking advantage of the moment of silence, Happy pulled you back towards the other end of the house.
You followed him as he guided you into the bathroom. He took a moment to turn around and turn the water on as hot as it would go without burning your skin. After starting the shower, he turned around and told you to lift your arms up, a direction you quickly followed. He slowly peeled off your top and placed it in the hamper followed by your bra, pants, and underwear. He nodded his head, directing you to step into the shower. You complied and stepped into the warm stream of water. As your body adjusted to the feeling of the hot water hitting your skin, Happy stripped down and then stepped in behind you.
After stepping inside the shower, Happy grabbed your shampoo and squeezed a dab onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to lather it up and then rubbed it into your hair. Afterwards he rinsed your hair, fingers digging into your scalp as he massaged the shampoo out. He repeated the process with your conditioner and you reveled in the incredible feeling of his strong rough hands, being gentle and caring only for you.
After finishing with your hair, he grabbed your loofa from the hook. He normally made fun of the bright purple girly monstrosity but now was not the time. He poured some of your favorite shower gel on the loofa. It was his favorite too, a light raspberry scent that lingered even after you had left the room. The scent stirred something inside him, but he tried to push down his own feelings of desire in order to take care of his old lady.
After squeezing the sweet smelling liquid onto the loofa, he started rubbing it along your skin, both cleaning and soothing your body at the same time. He started at your shoulders and worked his way down. As he brushed over your chest you suppressed a moan, instead trying to focus on how relaxed your body was feeling under his touch.
Eventually the top half of your body was squeaky clean so he began to move his hand farther south. Your state of mind changed from relaxed to hyper focused as he moved the material up and down between your thighs. You moaned and pressed yourself against him.
“Happy, please”, you whined as you continued pressing yourself against him.
“Yes?”, Happy responded, a smirk spread across his face as you melted under his touch. Rather than respond with your words, you grabbed onto his hand holding the loofa. You ripped the purple puff from his hand and threw it to the floor, then moving his now empty hand to the apex of your thighs.
He began moving his fingers through your folds, eliciting a gasp from you as you threw your arm behind you wrapping it around his neck. Happy used his free hand to lift your leg so it was propped up on the edge of the tub, giving him a better angle before dipping his finger inside of you. The sudden intrusion caused you to jump but you quickly adjusted and he pushed a second finger inside of you.
“Is this what you wanted little girl?”, he growled into your ear.
The fingers of his left hand continued to pump in and out of you while the fingers of his right hand roamed your naked body. His roaming fingers paused when he reached your chest, taking your nipple between his thumb and fore finger. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, an action that he knew drove you wild. As you squirmed under his touch, Happy moved his hand so that it was now cupping your breast, kneading the soft mound under his rough fingers.
He could feel you tightening around his fingers as they pumped in and out of you faster and faster. Wanting you to find your release, he moved his thumb so it putting pressure on your clit, causing your hips to buck and knock back into him.
“Happy…”, you panted, “I’m going to...I need to”.
Happy growled in response and moved his hand from your breast to your throat. He let his fingers creep up under your chin and quickly jerked your head to the side, placing rough kisses along your jaw.
“Then do it, let go”, he commanded, increasing the speed of his fingers, urging you to cum at his touch. His dominating voice and the over stimulation between your thighs pushed you over the edge and you came loud and hard around his fingers. When you came down from your high, you leaned your body back against his and smiled when you felt how hard he had grown beneath you.
“I can tell that you enjoyed that almost as much as I did killer”, you teased, spinning around and standing on your tip toes to place a kiss on his lips. Your left hand rested on his chest while your right hand trailed down his abdomen. Before your hand reached it’s destination, you were interrupted by Happy wrapping his fingers around yours.
“Nah, ah, ah. That’s not what I want little girl”, he told you, voice thick with desire.
“What do you want then killer?”, you asked, raising your eyebrows as you saw the animalistic side of your Old Man take over. Rather than tell you, he showed you what he wanted, quickly pushing you up against the shower wall. He dropped your hand from his own and lifted your right leg, wrapping it around his torso and holding it there. His other hand lined himself up to your entrance before quickly thrusting into you.
You gasped at the sudden intrusion but quickly adjusted and nodded for him to continue. He kept one hand firmly holding onto your leg wrapped around his waist and placed his other hand underneath your jaw. You tilted your neck to the side, giving him better access. He nipped and sucked at the skin starting at the curve of your neck and making his way up along your jaw. When he got to your lips he placed a rough bruising kiss there before taking your bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fuck Hap!”, you squeaked out, ecstasy coursing through every ounce of your body as he thrust into you over and over again. He groaned and began to pick up the pace. Wanting to feel himself plunge even deeper into you, he grabbed your leg that was still standing and wrapped it around his torso as well. The change in position surprised you but you quickly grew to love it, wrapping your legs even tighter around him.
Encouraged by the way that your body responded to him, Happy picked up the pace again, thrusting harder and harder spurred on by the moans and gasps that his actions elicited from you. You felt so good, so tight, so perfect wrapped around him that he could feel himself beginning to lose control.
As he began focusing on both his own release and getting you to your second one, Happy had all but forgotten about the purple loofa you had discarded on the floor of the bathtub earlier. While attempting to re position himself his foot made contact with the neon fluff and he completely lost his balance. Since you were both soaking wet, there was no way for him to catch his balance and the two of you came tumbling out of the shower onto the floor, taking the shower curtain along with you.
After the initial shock of the fall wore off, you began laughing. You couldn’t stop laughing actually. The whole situation was too damn funny. When you rolled over and saw the shocked expression on your old man’s face, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him before giggling again.
“I take it you’re feeling better?”, he mused while beginning to get up off the floor. After he was standing he reached his hand out to you, offering to help you up off of the bathroom floor. You popped up off of the floor, practically bouncing in his arms.
“I’m feeling much better”, you replied before looking him up and down with a mischievous glint in your eye, “So much better that I think I’m ready for another round”. Not giving him a chance to respond, you winked and quickly scurried out of his arms, making your way to the bedroom. Happy shook his head and smiled, reaching behind him to turn off the water before following you into the other room for a couple more rounds.
Hours later you awoke with a grin on your face from the evening’s activities. You were surprised however to find the bed next to you empty. When you looked at the clock you saw that it was only 2 am, far too early for Hap to be off doing anything with the club. You decided to go look for your old man and grabbed a robe to wrap around your naked body.
You searched the house, unable to find him. That is until you saw the light shining under the door that led to your garage. Confused as to what Happy could be doing out there so late, you slowly opened the door and peered inside. He quickly turned around when he heard the door open but visibly relaxed when he saw it was you and went back to working on his project. He was sitting on a stool positioned behind your car.
“Hap”, you called out as you walked over towards him, “What are you doing out here so late”? As you came up on his side, Happy reached up and pulled you onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he showed you what he had been working on.
“I fixed your tail light”, he explained, “Didn’t want you to have any more trouble with ass hole cops”.
“Thank you”, you responded with a smile, “For fixing my car and for taking care of me”.
“Just taking care of my old lady”, he replied with a shrug, “Now if that cop gives you any more trouble, call me and I’ll take care of it”. His protective side was taking over and you loved it. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips before standing up and taking a step back from him.
“Hey, where you going”, he complained reaching out to pull you back towards him. Rather than let him pull you back down, you grabbed onto his hands and pulled him up with you. Granted he was much bigger than you so he “let” you pull him up.
“What are you up to (Y/N)?”, he questioned as you pulled him back towards the house.
“Well”, you began while slowly untying your robe, “I was thinking since you’ve been taking such good care of me tonight, it’s about time I take care of you”.
I worked my ass off all weekend getting all of my lesson planning done for the week so that I’d actually have time to write for once!! So since I’ll actually have time to write this week, the Happy one shot will be posted by Friday. If it happens sooner I’ll let y’all know😘
Thanks for being so patient with my crazy schedule! Y’all are the best!!
For Those Who Asked: How I Relate To The Reader In Take Me Home
Since I got a couple asks about this and a few people responded that they would be interested in hearing my reasons, I figured I’d just make one post about how I relate to the reader in Take Me Home. Writing for this character/story really touches me sometimes because of how connected I feel to the reader in this story. Some of the reasons are deep and some not so much
1. I keep far too many secrets for my own good. Even from my very best friend, it drives him nuts because he knows I’m always holding something back.
2. I expect everyone to leave.
3. I’m stubborn as fuck. Another thing that drives my best friend nuts.
4. The breakfast I mentioned in one of the earlier chapters is my favorite breakfast, an omelette stuffed with veggies and cheese!
5. I’ve survived multiple abusive situations. Abuse from certain family members, some worse than others. Also abuse from a partner.
6. I have been put in countless situations where I have had to put my own happiness, sanity, and safety aside in order to protect those in my care, especially the kids.
Feel free to send in any more questions! This was definitely an interesting and thoughtful one to work out and answer!
