He watched the door slam shut behind you and he turned to the wall. “Fuck!” Jax yelled and clenched his fist. He pounded it against the wall, over and over. The white paint slowly turned red as his knuckles bled but he didn’t stop, not yet. After a few more hits Jax stepped back and ran his hand through his hair, brushing it out of his face with his good hand. He stretched out his fist but ignored the burning pain in his knuckles and he glared at the bloodied hole in the wall. He knew he should have ran after you, tried to make you see sense. But he had never seen you so mad before and he knew he deserved it. Honesty. Respect. That was all you ever asked for. You didn’t care about the things he did for the club, the club secrets he had to keep from you. You didn’t care that he barely took you on dates. You didn’t care that he had a son to another woman. You didn’t care that he was a criminal, an outlaw. You didn’t care about the late nights or the lonely ones. You didn’t ask him to stay home with you, didn’t nag him or need to know every detail about his days or things with the club. All you had ever asked of him was that when it came to your relationship, he was honest with you. And he hadn’t been. Jax knew he should have told you Tara was back the day she had turned up at the clubhouse. But his head had been a mess and he needed time to work out what this all meant. It was like a ghost had walked back into his life. He never thought he’d see her again after she left and when she’d walked through those doors he felt like a teenager again, and all those feelings he had once had came flooding back to him. He should have told you what happened, how he was feeling, but hell he didn’t even know how he felt. Jax leant against the wall and stared at the shattered glass and splatters of whiskey on the floor. The kitchen was a mess and it seemed fitting to mess inside his head. He needed to make sense of these feelings, of these thoughts that were taking control. He needed to leave, needed to get out of this empty house. He turned and walked out the door, heading for his bike. A long ride was what he needed to clear his head. ~ Laughter left your lips and you wiped the counter thoroughly. “I’m serious! He turned up in a denim suit. A juit.” Cassie said. You laughed again and shook your head. For a month now you had been working with Cassie at the diner and almost everyday she had a new story to tell you about her disastrous love life and the many bad dates she’d had that left a smile on your face. The bell above the door chimed and you glanced at the entrance. Three men entered, all in leather and all ridiculously attractive. You watched them walk casually into the diner and slide into a booth by the window, near the back. “Hellooo handsome.” Cassie said beneath her breath and you smiled and winked at her. “Shotgun.” You said and grabbed a notebook and slid it into your apron pocket. Before she could argue you stepped out from behind the counter and approached the table. There was a tall one, wearing a slouched beanie and a full beard. A younger looking guy, with a shaved Mohawk and tribal tattooes on his skull. And a blonde, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. “Welcome to Daisy’s Diner, what can I get for you this mornin?” The guys glanced up at your approach and you smiled warmly to each of them. “Just coffee, thanks.” The one with the beard smiled. You nodded. “Anything else? The cherry pies real nice.” “I bet it is.” The blonde said with a wink and a smirk and you tried to ignore his eyes looking you up and down. You smirked back and met his eye. “I’ll grab a slice.” He said. You scribbled the order in your notebook. “Won’t be long.” You smiled sweetly, making sure to flutter your eyelashes and headed back to the counter. You could feel their eyes watching you as you walked and you made sure to sway your hips a little more than normal. “Thoughts?” Cassie whispered once you were behind the counter. “The one in the beanie’s married. No rings on the other two though.” You reported. She nodded and bit her lip. “I call dibs on the Mohawk.” You laughed and quickly got the order ready. A phone rang out and you glanced at the table and saw the blonde answer a call. You grabbed the pot of coffee and the plate of pie and headed towards the table. When you were almost there the three men stood and the blonde turned towards you. “We gotta go, sorry darlin’.” “Sorry for wasting my pie or for staring at my ass earlier?” You asked. He raised his eye brows and smirked. “Oh I ain’t sorry for that darlin.“ You laughed and he flashed you a wink before turning and following the others out of the diner. ~ The sound of birds chirping woke him and he squinted at the bright sun shining down on him. For a moment he was confused at his surroundings but they slowly familiarised around him. Jax always ended up here when times were tough, or when he needed to clear his head. Some people found cemeteries eerie, creepy and uncomfortable. But Jax found them peaceful, and he seeked comfort sitting in front of his fathers grave. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, wincing at the pain that tore through his fist. Slowly he stood and stretched his body, already aching from sleeping on the hard ground. Jax walked slowly to the garden tap that he’d used to wash his face many times before. After freshening up Jax headed for his bike. He had left his phone at home last night and so he had no idea what the time was. As he walked to his bike he contemplated whether or not he should head home. You would be there and he knew you’d still be mad, and with every right. He knew he needed to face you, to explain himself. But he needed to freshen up first. Jax swung his leg over his bike and brought it to life. He would go to the clubhouse, freshen up in the dorms and head home. Hell he might even buy some flowers on the way. ~ “Same again?” “Please,” You smiled at the bartender. He smiled back and turned to get your drinks ready. Cassie had managed to convince you to come out with her and she had dragged you to one of the local bars. Sitting next to her, you were like chalk and cheese. She sat with her perfectly straightened hair, perfectly applied make up, tight red dress and six inch heels. And then, there was you. Ripped black jeans, combat boots, Guns ‘n’ Roses tshirt and your hair pulled into a rough high ponytail. The only make up you wore was a perfect flick of black eyeliner on your upper lid. But somehow the two of you got on like a house on fire, despite the differences in your personalities. The bartender passed you your drink and you thanked him before taking a sip. You were putting the glass back on the bar when you felt a presence next to you and you turned towards the newcomer. “Hey cherry pie.” You smirked at the blonde biker, instantly recognising him from the other day in the diner. “Hey stranger.” You purred. “Hey I’m Cassie.” Your friend interrupted. He glanced at her and smiled before introducing himself as Jax and introducing his friend, ‘Juice’. You chatted for a while, well flirted mostly, before Cassie dragged you away to dance. Almost an hour had passed and you knew they were watching when you heard a new song start. The music was familiar to you and you laughed and turned towards the bar, where a smirking Jax watched with a playful hint in his eyes. “She’s my cherry pie, cool drink of water such a sweet surprise.” The song played, Warrants ‘Cherry Pie.’ Jax raised his eyebrow, challenging you. You don’t know what came over you but you flashed him a wink before stepping on a stool and climbing on top of the closest table. And from across the bar, Jax watched as you swung your hair and swayed your hips to the music. His eyes were focused on you and with each move you made, the rest of the world fell away. ~ Jax pulled into the lot and parked in his usual spot along the row of bikes. The garage was still shut and he frowned slightly. Perhaps it was earlier in the day than he had first thought. He hopped off his bike and placed his helmet on the handlebars before heading towards the clubhouse entrance. He had only taken a few steps when the doors flew open and Gemma and Chibs came running out. “Where have you been?!” Gemma demanded. Jax ran his hand through his hair as he walked closer. After the night he’d had, the last thing he needed was a lecture from his mother. “Look, mom-“ “Dont worry about it, Jackie boy. Theres been an accident.” Chibs interrupted. Jax froze and glanced between them, his face filling with concern. “Its (y/n), Jax.” His heart dropped. “Is she..?” His words fell off, unable to bring himself to finish the question. “Shes in intensive care.” Jax nodded and stepped backwards before he turned and headed for his bike. Gemma and Chibs called after him but he ignored their voices. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, and no matter how hard he tried his legs couldn’t carry him any faster. His body went into auto-pilot and he yanked on his helmet, the bike roaring to life beneath him while his mind raced. Gemma and Chibs moved past him in a blur as he pulled the bike out of his spot and sped out of the lot. He didn’t bother looking for cars, didn’t bother stopping at the red lights. He didn’t bother with the speed limit as he weaved his bike in between the oncoming cars. All he knew was that you needed him. Eventually he stopped in front of the hospital and he stopped his bike and leapt off it, letting his helmet drop to the pavement beside him. Jax ran up the steps, his heart thumping rapidly in his chest. The woman behind the desk glanced up as he ran through the doors. “(y/n) (y/l/n), where is she?!” ~ You always hummed when you cooked and this morning was no exception. Jax leant against the doorway, a smile on his face as he watched you work. You rummaged in the drawer for a whisk before whipping the batter in the bowl. “Whats cooking good lookin?” You turned and saw Jax watching you and laughed lightly. “Pancakes.” You smiled. He grinned and walked into the kitchen and took you by the waist. He laid his chin on your shoulder and watched you whisk the mixture. “With blueberries?” He asked. “And bacon.” You answered. “God I love you.” You laughed and moved his hands from his waist. “Sit down, it wont be long.” He obeyed and took a seat at the table. He could get used to this, waking up to you cooking in the kitchen, naked beneath his SAMCRO shirt and your hair hanging loosely. It was a sight he could never get sick of. You quickly got the breakfast together and plated before carrying it to the table. Jax let out a whistle as you placed the dish in front of him and you smiled before taking your seat. You both ate in contempt silence, enjoying each others company. After eating You cleared the table and Jax had a smoke. You were washing the dishes when you felt his hands creep around your waist once more and you leant into him. “Thank you.” He whispered in your ear. “I might have a shower,” He told you. “Why don’t you join me?” You chuckled. “Ive already showered.” Jax raised his eyebrows and dipped his hands into the sink. He cupped his hands, letting them fill with the soapy water before splashing you with it. You gasped and squealed. “Jax!” He laughed and splashed you again. Before you knew it, you were both soaked, covered in bubbles and sliding around the kitchen floor. You splashed him once more and he pulled you into his arms. “I love you.” He said. You smiled and looked into those blue eyes. “I love you too, Jax.” ~ Jax ran down the corridor and pushed through the door the lady had directed him to. When he entered the room he froze in his steps at the sight of you. Lying there, in the hospital bed. There was a bandage wrapped around your head, you had a black eye and your lips were swollen, along with multiple grazes along your cheek. Your arm was in a cast and you lay there so.. peaceful. Jax stepped closer slowly and his legs carried him to the seat next to your bed. He sunk into the seat and his eyes brimmed with tears. You needed him, and he hadn’t been there. How long had you been like this? The doctor said you were in a coma, and although you were stable he had said the damage was extensive, and there was a chance you may not pull through. Jax grabbed your hand gently and squeezed it. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes away from your face. “Im so sorry, (y/n).” He whispered. He should have followed you, he should have been there. He should have protected you. Seeing you lying here like this was killing him and you looked so.. broken. Tears ran down his cheeks and all he could do was apologise. A door opened behind him but he didn’t turn. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed it gently, praying that you would open your eyes. But you didnt. “Jax?” He turned and when he saw Tara standing at the end of the bed anger rose within him. Gently, he placed your hand back on the bed and he stood. “What are you doing here?” Tara blinked rapidly and reached for his hands but he snatched them away. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” She said. “I thought you might need me.” Jax grimaced. “What I need, is for my girlfriend to open her eyes.” “Jax I-“ “Why did you come back, Tara?” He snarled. “For you, Jax. I came back for you.” Jax scoffed and shook his head but before he could reply she continued speaking. “I got my degree, Jax. I have a job,a house. I have everything Ive ever wanted. Everything except you.” “Its too late Tara. Im with Y/N now. She’s my old lady.” “I have your crow.” She argued. Jax clenched his fists and moved closer, hovering over her now. “Yeah? Well you’re not an old lady. You should have got it removed when you left.” ~ The clubhouse was quiet, and for the number of people inside it was unusual. The moment Gemma had called you you had dropped everything and headed over. You had known Jax was getting home from Stockton today, but you weren’t expecting him for another few hours and you weren’t expecting the bad news that came with him. Opie was gone. Grief hung in the air and the whole atmosphere of the clubhouse had changed. Your heart was in your throat as you moved, searching desperately around the familiar faces, searching only for one. “He’s in his dorm, lass.” You heard from behind you. You turned and saw Chibs, his head hung low and a haunting pain in his eyes. You reached up and hugged him tightly. You hadn’t seen him since he’d gone inside and you weren’t sure if it was prison or the events that had occurred that made him seem older somehow, haunted. He hugged you back, his arms embracing you and you pressed a kiss to his cheek before letting him go. Of course, all of them were hurting, but Jax was the only thing on your mind and you desperately needed to find him. Chibs squeezed your hand and you headed to the dorms. It was funny, how suddenly a place could feel different after something so tragic. The hallway felt so.. empty. Eerie, almost. Like it knew something, or someone was missing. Your feet carried you to Jax’s dorm and you didn’t bother knocking. He was sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed and staring at the blank wall in front of him. He didn’t look up when you entered but you ran to him and sank to your knees beside him before pulling him into you. He didn’t need you to say anything, just you being there was enough and he began to sob uncontrollably into your chest. You stroked his hair slowly, letting his tears soak through your shirt. “He was my best friend.” Jax whispered against you, his voice broken and full of sadness. “I know baby, I know.” ~ “Jax we can make this work, we can-“ “No!” He yelled. Taras eyes widened and she stepped back from him. “How dare you come here.” He snarled. His fists clenched and he trembled with anger, both with Tara and himself. He turned away from her and stood at the end of the end of the hospital bed. His hands grasped the bed frame tightly, making his knuckles burn. Guilt ran through his veins as he looked at your broken body. After a moment of silence Tara stepped forward and Jax felt her hand lay on his shoulder. “I’m your first love, Jackson.” Jax took a deep breath and clenched his jaw before he turned back towards her. “Your right.” She smiled with relief. “You were my first love Tara. But she is my last. You are my past, and she is my future.” Tara opened her mouth, unable to find the words. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she turned abruptly and left, letting the door close behind her. Jax sighed and ran a hand over his face. God, he felt sick with guilt and he couldn’t help but blame himself for what had happened to you. He should never have let you leave, he should have chased after you. He should never had made you so mad to begin with. For a moment he considered following Tara. Not to be with her, he had meant what he said. But seeing you lay in this hospital bed had him thinking if maybe you would be better off without him. You were a good woman, with a kind heart and he knew you deserved a love that Jax wasn’t sure he could give you. He had no doubt in his mind that he loved you, with all he had left in the ashen remains of his heart. But he had always had doubts that he was good enough for you. It was because of him that you had ended up in here after all. If it hadn’t been for him you would be fine, walking around and laughing like normal. Jax walked to the edge of the bed and gently lifted your hand once more. Your skin was soft and fragile and he sighed as he held it gently in his rough hands. Maybe it was selfish of him, and maybe you deserved better. But he knew he couldn’t walk away, couldn’t let you go. You meant too much to him. He lifted your hand to his lips and kissed your skin softly. “Please wake up, (y/n). I need you.” ~ Jax slung his arm over your shoulder and you squeezed his waist. His lips pressed against your hair as he kissed your head and you smiled up at him once he pulled away. You had spent all day helping Gemma clean up the clubhouse after another wild party and despite having a godawful hangover it had actually been enjoyable. Cleaning wasn’t your favourite pastime but you didn’t hate it either, and you liked spending time with Gemma. She was terrifying, of course, in her usual Gemma Teller way but you both seemed to get along despite the fact you were dating her son. And she was grateful for your help. The croweaters had been there too to help but cleaning wasn’t exactly their specialty, especially when they were hung over. Finally though, the boys had returned from their club business that had kept them away for most of the day and you were happy to see Jax walk back through the doors. He led you outside for a well deserved break and you perched on the edge of the picnic table while he lit up a ciggarette. “Thankyou for helping out today babe.” Jax said after blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Anytime,” You smiled at him. “Although I’m kinda scarred after cleaning Tigs mess.” Jax chuckled before taking another drag. A car pulled into the lot and you both looked up. Wendy got out of the drivers side and waved to you both before getting Abel out of his car seat. “(Y/n)!” The little blonde yelled as soon as his feet hit the pavement. Abel ran towards you and you hopped off the table and knelt with your arms open. He ran into them and you smiled as you squeezed him tight. You lifted him and held him on your hip and Jax pressed a kiss to his sons forehead. “Can we play on the swings?” Abel asked eagerly. “I guess so.” You sighed playfully before tickling him. He giggled loudly and you smiled at Wendy once more before carrying Abel to the swing set. “He’s been asking about (y/n) all week.” Wendy said. Jax nodded, a proud smile on his face as he watched you playing with his son. “So is she your old lady yet or what?” He raised his eyebrows, an amused look on his face as he looked at his ex. “You gonna give me relationship advice darlin?” Wendy rolled her eyes. “She’s a good girl, Jax. She’ll make a good old lady, better than I ever was.” They both watched as you pushed Abel on the swing and his laughter echoed through the lot. “Look all I’m saying is don’t screw things up with her. She’s good for you. She’s good for him.” ~ Three days had passed without any changes. The doctors had said your condition seemed to be improving however you were still in a coma and Jax was growing more impatient with every passing day. He had spent every minute by your bedside, only leaving to freshen up, but never for more than ten minutes. The room was filled with balloons and the scent of fresh flowers, mainly from Gemma. The guilt never left him and every minute you spent in this coma Jax seemed to blame himself more. The nurses had told him to talk to you, that you could hear him. At first he had been uncomfortable, unsure of what to say to someone who couldn’t answer back. He’d started with apologies, before telling you about his plans for the club. He’d just finished telling you a story about how the guys had hid a bunch of dolls in their rooms to stop Tig from snooping when he stopped talking mid sentence. Your eyes had fluttered, he was sure of it. “Babe? Come on wake up.” You stirred, your eyes flickering open for a moment and your fingers twitched slightly. A wide smiled spread over his face and he squeezed your hand gently. Ever so slowly, the room began to focus around you. You squinted your eyes, gradually taking in your surroundings before you focused on Jax, sitting teary eyed by your bed. “You look like shit.” You told him, your voice slightly raspy. Jax laughed lightly and a tear rolled down his cheek. He didn’t doubt your words, he’d barely slept in three days. “How are you feeling?” Jax asked. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck.” “Il get a nurse.” “No, Jax wait. I-” “I’m so sorry, (y/n).” Jax interrupted. “I should have told you. I don’t wanna lose you, darlin. You mean everything to me and I-” “It’s okay Jax.” You told him. He stopped and looked at you, the blues of his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. His face was filled with guilt and you smiled softly. “I love you, Jackson. And I trust you. It’s okay.” Jax stood and hovered over the bed. His fingers reached oh and gently room hold of your chin. He pressed his lips against yours softly, too scared of hurting you. You kissed him back and you didn’t notice the tear that escaped you and rolled down your cheek. “Marry me.” Jax whispered as he pulled his lips away. “What?!” “Marry me.” He grinned. “I love you, (y/n). Almost losing you made me realise how much I need you. I want to spend my life with you. Marry me.” You rated at him, your mouth slightly open. “Yes,” you breathed. “Yes!” You both grinned at each other, your eyes damp with tears of joy and this time when he kissed you you swore you could taste the rest of your life on his lips. Minutes passed and eventually he pulled away and sat back in the chair, his hands holding yours softly. “Jax?” “Yes, mrs Teller?” You grinned. “Is Tig really that scared of dolls?”
“Please do 41 and 84 with chibsXreader friendship, thank you 🙏🏼”
#41 - “I need your help.”
#84 - “I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”
Staring at the lifeless bodies on your living room floor, your eyes are wide in horror. Fuck.
Why did these two men just decide to try and rob your house? Why couldn’t they rob someone from over the road? Or someone a few doors down? No, they had to come and try to rob you, not realising that you were perfectly capable at shooting a gun. Perfectly capable and perfectly okay with shooting a gun at two bastards trying to steal from you.
You think about phoning the police, self defense and all that, but due to the fact you’ve already got past criminal activity due to associating and assisting the sons, you decide against it.
You tilt your head to the side, still watching the dead men on your floor, bullet wounds in both their heads. You half expect them to get up, shake themselves off and leave. Though, they probably weren’t going to.
Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you go on to your recent calls, clicking on the contact you figured would be able to help you best in the situation you found yourself in.
“Evenin’ lass, how’s it going?” Chibs greets once he picks up, his voice pouring through the speaker in your phone. Deliberating how to explain how just how your evening is going, you shift from one foot to the other.
“Hey Chibs, yeah my evening is going pretty well, what about yours?” You reply calmly, shaking your head at the fact you don’t even feel remotely panicked by the crime that you’ve committed. Guess that’s what happens when you’re sadistic and you hang out with outlaws twenty four seven.
“I’m just at the clubhouse, love, the boys say hi.” You hear a chorus of hello’s in the background of his call, you sending your greetings back before you decide to actually get to the reason you’re calling.
“I need your help, actually. That’s sort of why I’m calling.” You laugh nervously, hopping up onto your kitchen counter. “I sort of got broken in to.”
“Jesus Christ, are you okay?” Concern fills his voice, his voice getting clearer as the background noise disappears, you guessing he’s gone into another room to be able to hear you properly.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine. Though I kind of need to book two seats for dinner.” You respond, not wanting to divulge incriminating details over the phone, using the code you’d heard the boys use a couple of times before. You hear Chibs splutter in response, a smirk appearing on your lips as you listen to him choking on whatever alcohol he’s nursing.
“I hope you’re not saying what I think you’re saying.” He scolds, your eyes rolling at his protective parent sounding nature. “Don’t even answer that. Be round in twenty.”
“Yes sir.” You reply teasingly, Chibs’ chuckling before you kill the call.
Opening your back door, you let Chibs, Tig, Happy and Juice through, a smile on your face. “Come join the party fellas! Three’s a crowd.”
You shut the door, locking it before spinning around, your sights turning to the bikers, their shocked expressions making you laugh. Happy looks at you, sucked in by your completely unphased and slightly psychotic nature. “Marry me.”
“Maybe.” You tease, winking playfully at him. The men assess the bodies, their hands dressed in black gloves to prevent leaving trails. “You guys want a beer?”
“You know, most people would be shitting their pants if they’d just offed two people in their kitchen.” Juice comments, his eyes staring at you in amusement. Shrugging your shoulders, you admire your work.
“You’re just jealous I’ve got a better shot than you.” You challenge, making a gun shape with your fingers and blowing on the end. Juice grins at you, shaking his head, the whole group used to your easy going personality. “Besides, I didn’t murder them. I accidentally knocked them unconscious forever, that’s all.”
Tig walks up to you, leaning against the counter and throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Tell me again why we don’t let females prospect?”
“Because you’d probably have them pregnant within a week.” Chibs says, you and the other boys agreeing as Tig pouts. You wrap your arm around his waist, squeezing him tightly.
“Don’t worry, Tiggy. I’m on the pill.” He grins at you, a mischievous glint in his eye. Before he can respond, you move away, grabbing some bleach and other cleaning supplies from under your sink. “So, we gonna start cleaning?“
“Aye. Juicey boy, go grab the tarp from the van.” Chibs orders, Juice nodding before leaving the room. Tig grabs the gun from the floor, smiling proudly at the fact you remembered to use a silencer, and slides it into the back of his jeans.
“You’re gonna be the death of me one day, lass.” Chibs lights up a cigarette, Juice returning with the tarp as the other three men start to roll up the bodies, Chibs passing you the cigarette. Taking a drag, you watch as the smoke leaves your lips, vanishing into the air.
“Just doing what you taught me.” You jest, passing the smoke stick back to the Scotsman. “Gotta keep you on your toes. You’re getting old now, Chibby.”
Juice supresses a laugh, your gaze catching his, a grin on both of your faces. Chibs scoffs, pinching your waist, the ticklish feeling making you jump. You watch as the bikers carry the deceased men out the back door, you already soaking the floor in bleach and scrubbing harshly when they return.
“We’ve taught you well.” Happy states, his black gloves now shiny with the intruders blood. You stick your tongue out childishly, a smirk forming on his lips. “See you back at the clubhouse.”
Chibs nods, you thanking Happy, Tig and Juice before they leave to go and dispose of the evidence, you scrubbing at whatever is left on your kitchen floor. You’re pretty sure nobody will come knocking at your door thinking you murdered two random men, but you never know. Once you’re satisfied, you stand up, ripping off your rubber gloves and throwing them in a bin bag, along with the crimson coloured cloths.
“Thanks for this, you really saved my ass.” Chibs smiles at your gratitude, walking over to place a comforting kiss on your forehead, his arms wrapping around you in a hug. “Can I stay with you tonight, please? Feel a bit weird being here on my own.”
“Sure, love. Go pack a bag, I’ll wait outside.” You smile thankfully at him, so glad you’ve got a group of friends - who are pretty much family - that you can always rely on.
A/N - Thought I’d add a light hearted, humorous mood to this!! Hope you liked it :) I’ve got about 20 requests that I’ve got to write so thank you all for requesting! :) xx
You looked yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked hot and you knew it. The red dress clung to your curves and your hair was curled to perfection. It had been a while since you had dressed yourself up for a date. You had recently broken up with your boyfriend Chibs and you felt the need to start moving on. It had been a four months and you were sick and tired of moping and crying around your apartment. You decided Tinder was the best option for you and you had found several guys that piqued your interest. You were going on a date with a guy named Jared in his mid twenties. You decided it’d be best to start dating guys in your age range seeing as Chibs was so much older than you. You couldn’t shake the guilty feeling from the pit of your stomach. You felt like you were betraying Chibs somehow. You shook your head in an attempt to get that thought out of your mind. Chibs was probably fucking other girls by now and you needed to stop thinking about him. Your phone buzzed and you saw a text from your date telling you he was outside. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs to his bright red sports car. You climbed in the front seat and was taken aback by how handsome this guy was. His black hair hung in his face and his eyes were a bright piercing blue. He was dressed in a navy suit with brown shoes and his smile was cheeky.
“Nice car.” You smirked, leaning over to kiss Jared on the cheek.
“Matches your dress perfectly.” Jared replied, looking you up and down.
Jared began to drive in the dark streets and you could feel the sexual tension bloom. You knew that this wasn’t going to be the greatest love of the century, but you at least wanted to see his penis. You couldn’t deny how hot Jared was and you found yourself not thinking of the Scotsman.
Flirty banter and witty conversation filled the silence alongside the sound of slow R&B music and your laughter. You felt wild, free and sexy. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this way. The car pulled up outside of a fancy looking restaurant and Jared stepped out of the car quickly to help you out. He held your hand as you walked up the stairs and he threw his car keys at the valet attendant. You felt wooed by his charm and his flashy antics. You were sat by the attendant at a specially laid table overlooking a harbour view. It was spectacular and breathtaking and you couldn’t believe that this was all because of Tinder. Jared looked at you more than the menu as you glanced at the expensive options. You suddenly felt uncomfortable at the prices. You didn’t have this much money and you felt incredibly guilty for not being able to pay your share.
“Um, Jared?” You said, clearing your throat. “I, um, don’t have enough money to pay for this."
Jared’s blue eyes softened as he gazed at your embarrassed face. ”(Y/N), there’s no need to be embarrassed. I’m taking you out for a date, this is all on me.“ His hand disappeared under the table and his long fingers grazed your exposed knee. "You get whatever you like."
You felt like a princess and suddenly felt silly for thinking he’d expect you to pay. It was evident that he was trying to show off his money and you were happy to let him. You bit your lip and continued to study the menu.
The dinner was going smoothly, you were drinking expensive champagne, talking about life and exchanging flirty touches. "So tell me (Y/N), what’s a stunning girl like you doing on an app like Tinder?” Jared chuckled, taking a sip of champagne.
You felt your cheeks flush. “Do you want the real answer or the generic one?"
"Now I wouldn’t have asked if I wanted a fake answer now would I?” Jared replied, cocking his eyebrow.
You knocked back the remaining champagne in your glass before continuing. “I broke up with my long term boyfriend four months ago and I decided it was time to get back on the horse."
Jared nodded. "Interesting. How long were you with the guy?”
“A little over a year. The age gap really set us apart after a while.” You gulped.
“How big was the age gap?"
"A little over fifteen years.” You winced. Usually the age gap didn’t bother you but somehow saying it out loud made you cringe.
“Well shit.” Jared laughed. “Didn’t know you had a thing for older guys."
You shrugged. You really wanted to stop talking about Filip. "I don’t. I much prefer guys my age.” You ran your foot up Jared’s inner leg, hoping to distract him. Your eyes met and shared a glance of flirtatious lust.
Jared licked his lips. “Maybe we should go back to my place for a night cap?"
You smirked. "If we can make it back there."
You stood up and began to saunter away. The valet attendant informed the two of you that the car was parked in the basement and the two of you headed promptly to the elevator that would take you down to the basement. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You walked in and leaned against the back wall, watching Jared walk in with glazed eyes. He immediately launched at you as the doors closed, grabbing your face with his hands and securing his lips to yours and pressing his already hard crotch against you. Your tongues fought passionately and your fingernails clawed through Jared’s perfectly gelled hair. You moaned in his mouth, feeling his hands move from your hair to your ass, squeezing it firmly. The elevator dinged once more and the doors opened. You stepped out first, recognising the red sports car, and also recognising a bike next to it, and the person atop the bike.
You stopped in your tracks and confused Jared. His hand flew to your shoulder and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"What’s wrong?” His warm breath made you shiver but also made you feel calm.
“That’s my ex.” You replied.
You were confused and scared. You knew that Chibs wouldn’t hurt you, but you didn’t know what he’d do to Jared. You wished you hadn’t gone on this date and you felt like crying. Anger began to bubble in your stomach as you quickly snapped out of your depressive mindframe. Who the fuck does he think he is? You began to storm over to the motorbike, Chibs sitting silently, pretending he couldn’t hear anything.
“Filip fucking Telford what the fuck are you doing here?!” You shrieked, pushing Chibs with all your force.
Chibs turned around slowly, a look of indifference on his face. “Sorry lass, did I ruin your hot date?"
Your teeth clenched down as you looked at the menacing glint in his eye. You weren’t letting him win this one. You placed your hands on your hips and scoffed at him. "I can’t believe you. How did you even know I was here?"
Chibs shook his head and stood up, only slightly taller than you in your stilettos. "You forget I have eyes and ears everywhere don’t ya lassie? You think I was going to find out that you were fucking the newest member of Darby’s meth slinging cronies?"
You gasped and turned to Jared who’s face had turned into a more menacing glare. The cogs in your brain ticked over as pieces of the jigsaw clicked into place. "You knew I was his old lady didn’t you? No wonder you have all this money you prick.” You almost yelled, striding powerfully toward Jared but Chibs’ leather covered hand pulled you back.
“Break the woman, break the man. Isn’t that right Scot?” Jared sneered, looking at the two of you in disdain. “This won’t be the last you’ve heard of me. This is just the beginning (Y/N).”
Your breathing increased in fear as your mind raced over the threat Jared laid before you. You felt so incredibly stupid for every decision you had made that night and you just wanted to go home and go to sleep. Jared’s red sports car racing out of the dingy basement didn’t phase you as you stood motionless, looking blankly at Chibs.
“Take me home.” You whispered, kicking off your shoes.
Chibs silently handed you his helmet before kissing the top of your head. He knew you were going to fight him in the morning but he didn’t care. You helped you onto his bike and he roared the Harley to life, roaring out of the basement.
You unlocked the door to your apartment with shaky fingers, feeling incredibly unsafe knowing that Jared could turn up anytime. You flicked on the light of the living room and threw your shoes on the floor next to the door. Chibs followed you silently as you walked to your bedroom. You tied your hair in a bun and stripped out of your dress, exchanging the tight fabric for the relieving comfort of an oversized sweater.
“You can sleep here tonight.” You said to Chibs. “Couch or the bed, it’s up to you.” You felt so defeated and fearful in this moment. You were in a shock-like state, not comprehending what had happened to you.
“I’ll take the bed.” Chibs replied, stripping off his leathers.
You chewed your lip, looking off into the distance as your brain conjured up every possible scenario of what Jared could and would do to you. You knew Chibs and the Sons would protect you but for how long? You weren’t Chibs’ old lady anymore and you weren’t even sure if you wanted to be. You felt Chibs sit down next to you and place his hand on your shoulder.
“(Y/N) tell me what’s going on in that head.” He pressed, wanting to know what was plaguing you.
“He knows where I live Chibs.” You whispered, tears filling my eyes. “This is only the beginning."
Chibs pulled you into his chest and caressed the side of your face. "He won’t get ya, I promise with me life. He’ll have to kill me before he even looks at ya."
You felt comforted by his words. You always knew that Chibs would lose his life for you but you didn’t think it would ever come to that. You wanted him to protect you and to hold you and to love you but you didn’t know how to let him. You always remained closed to him and you didn’t want to do that anymore.
"I’m sorry that I went out on a date.” You said.
“Don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Chibs soothed, rubbing your arm.
“I’ve done you so wrong. I’m sorry for being a terrible girlfriend.” You apologised tearfully. Chibs deserved the world and you gave him hell.
“I’ll always be here for you love, you know that. You can’t get rid of me.” Chibs chuckled. “I love you lassie."
Info: Trying to announce to the club that you’re pregnant, but no one will let her finish her sentence. Eventually she just blurts it out.
Y/n always watched Chibs with Jax’s kids, it warmed her heart. What made her even happier was knowing she was pregnant and knowing that one day, he’d have his own kid to play with and love. Chibs had one daughter, but she was an ocean away, but having one here with him could be good. Y/n and Chibs hadn’t had much talk about children but she assumed he’d be happy.
Request: Imagine working with Gemma in the office, you’re always quiet but you go to a SAMCRO party and show your wild side. Jax gets to see a little more of your wild side.
I dunno, I had fun with this. Hope y’all like it.
“So are you gonna come or what?” You eyed Gemma over the invoices you were inspecting and raised your eyebrow. “Is that a joke, Gem?” She crossed her arms over her chest, pursed her lips and leant against the doorframe leading to the workshop. “You’ve been working for me for four moths, (y/n). Anyone would think you don’t like us.” “Oh I dont.” Gemma laughed and you smirked at her before putting the papers back on the desk. You began putting each invoice into an envelope ready to be sent out when there was a knock on the door. A blush instantly rose to your cheeks and you glanced up. “Sorry te interrupt.” The thick scottish accent spoke. “Clay wants ye te take some supplies up te the cabin.” “Okay.” Gemma nodded. You stood and grabbed the pile of envelopes off the desk. “I should um go and post these.” You waved them in the air and Gemma nodded to you. “Thankyou sweetheart.” With an awkward wave to Chibs you made your way to the door. You closed the door behind you and took a step when a gust of wind lifted the envelopes out of your hands, sending them fluttering to the ground. “Shit!” You muttered as you knelt and gathered them, embarrassed of your clumsiness. The mention of your name from inside the office caught your attention and you tilted your head towards the closed door, curious as to why you were being discussed. “Why does she only talk te ye?” Chibs asked. “Im guessing she aint coming te the party.” “She’s just shy, thats all.” “Aye, or maybe she just cant handle ‘er drink.” You knew Gemma well enough to know she would have a smirk on her face but her next words surprised you. “Take it easy, Scot. She’s a good girl, but she’s insecure. I’m sure in time she’ll come round.” The familiar blush crept up your neck and you stood and made your way to your car, keeping your head down as you trekked across the lot. Once you were in the safety of your car, with all the doors closed you let out a sigh you weren’t aware you had been holding in. Gemma was right. The only reason you had stayed away from the parties was because you were shy. You had seen the crow eaters and the clothes (or lack of) that they wore and you didn’t exactly fit in with that crowd. But its not that you didn’t want to go. You bit your lip as you stuck the key in the ignition. Fuck it. You’d go tonight. It was time.
Take a deep breath. In. Out. You rolled your shoulders and adjusted the skirt you had convinced yourself to wear. Music was already pumping and from where you stood, at the gate to the Teller Morrow lot, you could already see a few of the Tacoma members smoking outside. Just twenty minutes. Thats all. Maybe a drink, or two. You could do this. You unscrewed the bottle of vodka in your hand and took a swig. With one last deep breath you took a step. One after the other, you made your way into the lot. One of the Tacoma members noticed you and gave you ‘the nod’. Without thinking you flashed him the finger guns, and upon realising your dorkiness, you shuffled hastily inside the club house, leaving an intrigued-and amused- member outside. Maybe this was a mistake. People were almost everywhere. The club house was swarming with life and with the amount of leather and bare skin clouding your vision it was a wonder you managed to lay your eyes on Tig. He met your gaze from across the bar and the way his jaw practically hit the floor in disbelief sent your trademark blush across your cheeks. “Holy shit!” Tig yelled, catching the attention of the people surrounding him. “She came!” Chibs, Jax and Opie all glanced in your direction and had to do a double take when they saw it was in fact, the shy office girl in the doorway of their clubhouse. With their eyes on you you felt more uncomfortable than you thought possible and you waved nervously. Juice was walking past when he saw you. His eyes widened and glanced between you and the guys, a look of ‘Can you believe this?!’ on his face. “(y/n)! I didn’t think you were coming!” He gestured for you to join him and you stepped forward nervously. “Neither did I.” You confessed. He wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you forward, gradually crossing the room. The gap between you and the rest of the guys closed as shoulders pushed past you and Juice stopped in front of Jax. “Look who showed.” Jax smirked. “Shes actually here.” Tig said, shaking his head in disbelief but a grin on his face. “Ye know we have our own bar, (y/n). Ye didn’t have to bring yer own drink.” Chibs gestured to the bottle of vodka in your hand. You shrugged. “I don’t like sharing.” “Thats my girl.” You turned to see Gemma, a proud grin on her face and you welcomed her embrace. “Chucky, get some shots ready.” Jax ordered. “What are we toasting?” Juice asked eagerly as Chucky passed him a shot. “(Y/n). She finally showed.” You blushed but accepted the shot glass Opie passed you. Everyone raised their glasses. “To (y/n)!”
The crowd had diminished slightly, with a few of the partygoers heading home or outside as the night went on. Happy was in the corner of the room, with a crow eater on her knees in front of him. Chibs and Bobby were chatting to a few of the Tacoma guys over on the sofas. And you were sat around a table, with a few half naked Samcro members. The guys had been surprised when you had decided to join their game of poker, and when they had teased you about it, (”Its more of a guys game.”) they had been even more surprised to hear the words ‘Strip Poker’ come out of your mouth. But of course they couldn’t say no. The rules you’d discussed were simple. At the end of the round the player with the highest hand wins and everyone else had to remove a piece of clothing. Tig was down to his boxers, although you all had a sneaking suspicion this wasn’t because of the game, but in fact because he liked taking his clothes off. Opie had started of modest, only removing a sock at a time and he still managed to have his jeans on but was shirtless. Not that you were complaining. Jax and Juice had been eager to rid their shirts and they sat in their shirtless, except for their kuttes. Jax had his boxers on and his socks while Juice sat with his jeans on, but barefeet. You however, were still fully clothed, except for your cardigan which you had draped over the back of the chair. One by one you slammed your cards on the table, revealing your cards and you muttered a ‘Shit’ as you saw the results. Jax had won. He smirked at you across the table and you lifted the glass of vodka to your lips, taking a long swig. “Come on, boys. And girl.” “You don’t have to, (y/n).” Juice smiled at you. He was sweet, you thought to yourself. But a games a game. Opie removed his jeans, Tig took off his boxers (earning him a few groans) and Juice stood and untucked his jeans. All eyes were on you, anticipating your next move. Jax met your eye across the table and raised his eyebrow. You smirked and stood. You snaked your hand under your skirt and pulled your panties down your thighs. Pulling them off your legs you sat back down. The guys watched you in disbelief as you dropped them in the middle of the table. “Holy shit.”
“I dare you to give Happy a lap dance.” Juice glared at you, while you, Jax, and Opie all laughed. “Hey you wanted to play, man.” Opie chuckled. “I change my mind, I pick truth.” “Nah uh. No backsies.” You said as you took a sip of vodka. Juice sighed and glanced around the room nervously, looking for the Tacoma Killer. He sat on the sofa next to Kozik, both of them deep in a conversation. “It was nice knowing you all.” Juice sighed and crossed the room. “Make sure my funeral has a big turn out.” Jax laughed and the three of you watched intently as Juice stood in front of Happy. “No fucking way.” Happy glanced up at him, waiting for Juice to speak when Juice turned, his back facing the sofa. He threw you one last death glare and took a deep breath before slut-dropping in between Happys legs. “Oh my god.”
You laughed, at Happys alarmed expression. His face became even more alarmed when Juice placed his hands on the Killers knees and proceeded to shake his ass in his face. Happy jumped off the sofa as the three of you erupted in laughter. Juice was straight on the defence, stuttering apologies with his arms up. He was practically waving a white flag and Happy stepped to him, hovering down on him. He muttered something to Juice that none of your could hear and you all watched as the colour drained from Juice’s face. Slowly he turned back and walked towards the bar. The three of you sniggered as he approached. “I liked it better when you didn’t talk.” Juice snapped and slammed a shot down his throat before checking over his shoulder to make sure Happy wasn’t coming to get him. You all sniggered again before Opie turned to you. “Your turn.” “I dare you to cockblock Chibs.” Juice blurted out. All the guys looked at you and you shrugged. “Too easy, Juicey boy.” You kissed his cheek, feeling slightly bad for his dare, and walked across the room. Chibs was leaning against the pool table,a blonde crow eater in front of him running her hands across her chest. You approached confidently and when you reached the couple you shoved the blondes shoulder. “Touch my old man again and I’ll shoot you in the fucking throat.” You snarled. The blonde glanced between you and Chibs before slinking off outside. “What te fuck are ye playin at, luv?” Chibs asked, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his voice. You shrugged. “Truth or dare.” Chibs laughed and looked behind you, to wear the guys were watching from the bar. “Dont shoot me in the throat for this.” “For wha-“ Chibs crashed his lips against yours and your eyes sprung wide open in sock. Its was over before it began and Chibs pulled away, a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled you into a hug. “If ye wanted to be my ol lady ye coulda asked.” You laughed and patted his back before leaving his embrace and heading back to the bar, where Opie was applauding your efforts. “Nicely done.” You curtsied and slid on to the barstool next to Jax. He smiled at you and you smiled back, immediately noticing the presence of his hand on your knee. At the same time you both turned to Opie. “Truth or Dare?”
Only the good rock and roll was ever played in the clubhouse but tonight you had managed to convince the boys to let you play something a little different to their usual choices. The boys had been impressed when you had rapped Biggie Smalls’ ‘Hypnotise’ word for word, and even more so when you had finished your ‘performance’ by downing eight shots straight after the other. And Chibs’ thought you couldn’t handle your liqour. The party was dying down, although from your position, dancing on the bar Coyote Ugly style, you woulda thought it was still in full swing. You got down from the bar and took a break, leaning against it while you caught your breath. “Nice moves.” Jax was watching you with a playful smirk on his face and you smiled at him. “We should go ride.” “Where do you wanna go darlin? Im too drunk to ride my bike.” Jax said as he took a swig off his beer. He placed an arm on the bar behind you, your bodies only inches apart. “Who said anything about a bike?” Jax raised an eyebrow and licked his lips, his eyes looking you up and down. Maybe it was the liquid courage,or maybe it was the way he had been looking at you all night. Either way, something came over you and you grabbed his head and pulled his lips to yours. You pulled away with a smug smile on your face and you grabbed Jax’s hand, tugging him to the hallway. He didn’t resist, eager to see what exactly you had in mind and he followed you eagerly. You lead him into the room and ordered him to close the door. He obeyed and while his back was turned you lifted your shirt over your head and whipped off your bra. When he turned back to face you you were sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only your skirt, your bare breasts on display. Jax licked his lips and pulled the kutte off his shoulders. He placed it on the back of the chair and stalked across the room towards you, pulling his shirt over his head as he moved. You admired his chiseled abs and jax stopped in front of you. With a wink you unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans and his boxers down his thighs, his already hard length springing free. He watched you as you took hold of him and ran your tongue over your lips. As you wrapped your lips around his cock Jax let out a moan. “You should come to the parties more often, darlin.”
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A/N: Drabble request for @marvelatbarnes. Imagine where the reader and Juice are geeking out in front of the other club members. Thanks for the request, lovely! Hope you like x
“JUUUUUUICE!!!” You ran down the hall of the clubhouse, screeching out to your best friend, laptop in hand. “JUUUUUUUUUUUICE!!!!!!!!!” “Y/N, what’s wrong??” Juice asked you, his voice muffled. He’d been working on club stuff when you came out, and was so in the zone that when he heard you yelling, he looked you over for injuries, missing the smile on your face. “THOR IS COMING TO COMICCON!!” You turned your screen to face Juice, pointing at the announcement post made on the ComicCon website. “OH MY GOD, NO WAY!!” Juice’s eyes were wide and bright, fists clenched tight in excitement. “What on Earth is going on with you two?” Chibs asked, turning in his barstool to face you. His voice was also muffled. “ONLY THE GREA-” You started before Chibs stopped you, hopping down from his stool and walking over to you, removing your headphones from your head. “Only the greatest thing to ever happen to us! Thor is coming to ComicCon! He got added to the lineup last minute, was able to make it!” You and Juice danced around, the rest of the club watching you with concern. You both stopped, looking back, slightly blushing. “Neeeeeeeeeeeeerds!!!” Tig yelled out, to the amusement of the others. “Yeah, yeah.” You said, Juice rolling his eyes. You’d both had heard it so many times, but you didn’t care. Meeting Juice at the gaming store you worked at, you’d quickly become best friends. When Juice wasn’t out doing club business and you weren’t working, you were joined at the hip, geeking out over all your favourite movies, games, comics, everything. The other club members always teased you guys, but were glad that Juice had found someone to freak out about all that stuff with, even if it was so they didn’t have to fake interest. “Do you reckon Clay would let you take time off from club stuff to go?” “I hope so, I really wanna go!” Juice replied. “We’ll ask him when he gets back.”
“You wanna go away to a nerd convention?” Clay asked, looking disapprovingly at you guys like you were his children. Both you and Juice had ambushed Clay as he’d rode into TM’s parking lot, having waited all day for him. “Please, Clay, it’s only in San Diego. I haven’t asked for any time off in months and we’d really love to go.” Juice said, asking Clay. “You are literally the greatest man alive, even greater than a Norse god. If you tried to lift his hammer, you would be worthy and possess the power of Thor.” You said, trying to sway the old man. “Hardly anything you ever say to me makes sense, Geek Girl.” Clay replied. “Pretty endearing, huh? Endearing enough to let my best buddy here come with me to San Diego in a month?” You raised your eyebrows, biting your lip and nodding your head slowly, watching for any indication on Clay’s face of a positive answer. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, you can go. But,” He added, before you started getting overly excited. “Juice, you gotta be reachable if we need you. Phone on at all times. You too, Y/N, in case we can’t reach Juice.” Both you and Juice nodded and started dancing around again. ”Save the dancing for the party tonight.” Clay said, walking into the clubhouse, the pair of you following him.
”Okay, tickets are purchased, and we have our passes to meet Hemsworth and get pictures.” You said to Juice as he walked into the room, the confirmation email having been sent through to your phone. ”I’m gonna start looking up hotels tomorrow.” Juice replied. He’d been helping make sure everything was set for the evening. ”Juice, Y/N, come out and party!” Jax came knocking on the door of Juice’s dorm room. ”We should go out there.” Juice said, and you nodded. The party hadn’t been going on for long, but it was going off when they got out there. They hung out, chatting and drinking with everyone. After a while, Juice went and sat on one of the couches, and you went to get beers. As you brought them over to your friend, you stopped dead, appearing to be staring into space. “Y/N?” “Costumes!” You blurted out. “But it’s less than a month out!” Juice replied. “So we’ll just do one really good one each. We only have to wear it for one day if we want, but you can’t go to ComicCon without dressing up!” Juice took a beer from you and you crawled into his lap, pulling out your phone. Putting his arm around you and his head on your shoulder, he watched as you pulled up the Pinterest app, checking out other people’s cosplays. “Who should we go as?” “You should go as Shades from Luke Cage!” You responded, seeing a picture of him as you looked through the pictures. “No way, I couldn’t pull that off!” Juice said, scrolling further through the feed. “Well, we could just go as Thor and Loki, I mean, that’s kinda the reason we’re going, right?” “Yeah! Let’s do it!” “You know, Juice, there’s croweaters that’ll sit on your lap and give you a better time.” Tig said, seated a short way over from them, a crow giving him a lap dance. Juice waved him off, not even bothering to look at him. “You know what we should do.” Juice said. “What?” “Marvel marathon.” “Right now?” You asked. Juice shifted under you and you stood, letting Juice up. He took your hand and lead you to his dorm. Taking off his kutte and sinking into his bed, you grabbed more drinks from the bar fridge in his room. Sitting next to him against the headboard, Juice scrolled through the movies on Netflix, finding the first Thor. As the movie played, you got to the scene where Jane gave Thor mortal clothes to change into. “Maybe I could go as Jane for one of the days.” You mentioned offhandedly. Juice turned to you, and before you knew it, he had kissed you. When he pulled back, you had the same face that Jane had when she saw Thor without his shirt on. “Whoa.” You said, not sure what else to say, or if you possessed the vocabulary to say it. “Wanted to do that for a while.” Juice said, blushing, looking down at his lap. “If I’m going as Jane, you should go as Thor.” You replied. “Would look a bit weird if Loki was kissing Jane.” You both chuckled, and Juice cupped your cheek with his hand, pulling you in for another kiss.
Summary: Chibs has a lot to deal with in stepping up as SAMCRO’s new president when he realizes he needs her.
Warning: Season 7 finale spoilers., mention of character death
‘I need you’
My eyes scanned the message over and over from the painfully
familiar number, my mind forming a thousand possibilities for its meaning and
each possibility adding more anxiety and dread to the pit of my stomach.
Without a second thought, I quickly gathered my things along with my two year
old daughter. Within half an hour my car
was parked, I gathered the small auburn haired little girl from her car seat,
positioned her on my hip and ran inside Red Woody. The normally energetic,
bustling environment was quiet. Too quiet.
Lyla wasn’t shooting today so the club’s crew were the warehouses only
occupants. Most were sitting around solemn expressions across their faces as
they nursed their drink of choice. I felt the anxiety rise in my chest at the site.
So much could have happened in the months
I had kept away from SAMCRO, the possibilities made my stomach churn
uncomfortably and my throat clench.
Request: “An imagine where the reader gave birth to
Juice’s baby, but the reader starts having complications after the baby is
born. The doctors try stopping her from hemorrhaging but reader ends up dying
You guys are killing me with these sad requests, but I
“It looks great, baby,” you told Juice who showed you
a picture of the finished nursery, painted and everything. You weren’t allowed
in the part of the house for the time being due to the fumes from the paint.
Juice was very adamant in you staying as far away as you could with the windows
down in every part of the house. You always found it adorable how protective he
was of you, more so now that you were carrying his baby.
Juice was smiling from ear to ear as he sat down in
between your legs, placing his hand on your stomach. “Hey little baby,” he
cooed, “you’re gonna love your new nursery. It’s bad ass.”
You laughed but looked at your old man lovingly,
realizing just how blessed you were to have him. “I love you,” you told him,
placing your hands on both sides of his face, pulling him in for a kiss.
He put his forehead against yours, “I love you too,
babe.” The two of you got up to head to your shared bedroom.
You woke up a few hours later with a sharp pain
ripping through your abdomen. “Juice,” you grunted, shoving him until he woke
up. He immediately jumped and came to your side, “Is it time?”
You yelped as you felt another contraction, “oh yeah,
definitely time, sweetie.”
He helped you out to the car with your hospital bag on
his shoulder before rushing to the hospital.
Most of SAMCRO was already at the hospital considering
Juice had made phone calls while driving to the hospital. You were immediately
taken to the delivery room with Juice by your side. “You got this baby,” he
encouraged as you pushed for what felt like the thousandth time. “I don’t wanna
do this anymore,” you whined, leaning against Juice’s shoulder for support.
He laughed, “Sort of too late to turn back now. You
got this baby, come on. Just a few more pushes.”
The sound of a baby crying made you sigh in relief and
tears of joy ran down your face as you were handed your baby. “Hey little one,”
you cooed as the nurses wiped the after birth off. “Juicy, look, just
beautiful,” you said, looking up at Juice who had tears coming down his face
Once the baby and you were settled, and you all but
forced Juice out of the room for food and to let the guys know that the baby
was here and healthy.
“Hey daddy,” Chibs said, laughing and slapping Juice
on his back while pulling him into a hug. The guys took turns, hugging and
congratulating Juice, all of them super stoked to have another reaper baby in
the family. “Y/N said she’d be ready for visitors tomorrow and that she loves
you guys, but you can go home,” Juice told them, still smiling from officially
becoming a father.
After everyone left, Juice went back in your room to
hear monitors beeping and doctors rushing all around you. “What’s going on?” he
asked, frantically trying to get to you. He was stopped by a nurse, “Mr. Ortiz,
you need to leave,” he ordered. “Let me see my wife,” he yelled, fighting
against him. “The doctor you see over there is trying to save her life. You
need to leave so she can do her job,” the nurse said, and Juice relented,
heading towards the waiting room.
It was hours before the doctor came out to find Juice
with his head in his hands. “Mr. Ortiz?” she called out. Juice knew something
was wrong as soon as he saw the look on her face. “Where is
Y/N? Can I see her?” he asked, hope in his voice as he stood in front of the
“I’m afraid she didn’t make it. She lost too much
blood, and the damage was unrepairable. I’m sorry,” she said, watching as the
tears fell down Juice’s face one right after the other. He didn’t say anything,
and he walked away after a few moments of silence.
Juice found himself standing in front of the nursery,
looking at his baby through the glass. He didn’t move when he felt a hand on
his shoulder. “Juicy,” Chibs said somberly, “I’m sorry.”
“How’d you know?” Juice asked, never taking his eyes
off of the baby bassinet in front of him.
“I was her second contact underneath ya, in case
somethin’ like this happened,” Chibs explained.
Juice smiled, knowing you had put Chibs as one of your
contacts, knowing he would be the one Juice needed. “We were supposed to do
this shit together,” Juice said, putting his hands on the glass as tears rolled
down his face. Chibs squeezed Juice’s shoulder, “You got the club, boyo.”
Juice nodded but knew the club would never compare to
having you by his side. Juice watched as the nurses attempted to comfort his
crying baby. “Your kid needs ya,” Chibs said, walking to the waiting room, so
Juice could be with his child.
“I’ll take him,” Juice said, taking the baby from the
nurse and sitting in the rocking chair next to the bassinet.
Juice cried as he looked down at the beautiful baby
the two of you created. “God, what am I gonna do without you, Y/N?” Juice
asked, sobbing as he held the baby close to his chest.
Three years had come and gone since your passing, the
pain becoming easier for Juice to handle. The club all pitched in to help him
with your child, especially Gemma. “Hey Gem,” Juice said, kissing her on the
cheek as he walked in her house, “Thanks for watching him.”
Gemma smirked, “You’re welcome. You swinging by there
Juice nodded before gathering his child in his arms
and kissing Gemma goodbye as he got in the car. Juice sighed as he pulled up to
the familiar spot he had been thousands of times. “Are we going to see mommy?”
the toddler asked him as he was taken out of his car seat.
“Yeah buddy, we’re gonna see mommy,” Juice said,
walking with the kid in his arms over to your tombstone. Y/N Ortiz. Beloved wife, mother, and friend the stone read. “Hey
mommy,” your child said, placing a kiss on the stone before moving around and
playing near it.
“Y/K/N is getting so big,” Juice laughed, “Looks a lot
like you.” There was silence for a minute before Juice continued, “I miss you
baby, and I hope you’re proud of me. I’m doin’ the best I can.”
“Daddy, don’t cry! I love you,” the toddler said,
wrapping his arms around Juice’s neck.
“So Chibs I noticed you have some marks right there in your neck” Jax pointed to his neck demonstrating where Chibs was marked. “I see you’ve been busy with your old lady” Happy said.
“You know your old lady is part of our Club and you know what that means ‘no secrets’ between us” Tig stated “and no one is going to know but us” Juice said “Brother we know there is a age difference and that means different things” Opie said Chibs glanced at Tig who raised his eyebrow's and wiggled them.
REQUEST: Reader is virgin who is seeing Chibs. She goes to a Samcro party and is approached by a very intoxicated Kozik who propositions her.
It was the night that you were attending your first, real SAMCRO party.
Things were in full swing as you sat on the couch that overlooked the clubhouse bar.
The place was overflowing inside and out with people.
The music was loud and the alcohol flowed freely amongst the debauchery.
You felt so overdressed compared to the other women who inhabited the bar, they were all wearing close to nothing.
It was a lot of miniskirts, leather, fishnets and small pieces of fabric to cover up a lot of implanted breasts.
The girls didn’t mind showing off what they had. Not that you minded that they were, but it made you feel out of place since you yourself felt very overdressed in just jeans and a blouse.
You had been seeing Chibs Telford for almost a month now.
You were the new girl in town, while also being labelled the “pretty young thing” that worked at the local coffee shop that he always came into.
He took notice of you right away.
His stops to get coffee became more frequent as time went on, and even developed into him coming back everyday near closing time to pick something up , but of course he always ended up staying until you were completely done closing the place down.
You found it cute that he was willing to stay around just to talk to you, and look out for you.
He eventually asked you to go out for food after work one night, and you obliged. It struck up a friendship, which then lead to you seeing each other as more than just friends.
You didn’t know much of anything about the life of a biker.
You had an idea, you’re weren’t completely oblivious to it, but you definitely didn’t question it.
Some people found it odd that you two were together, you were almost too innocent to be with an M.C. member, especially with you being innocent in more ways than just having a fling with a biker.
You and Chibs hadn’t been intimate with each other yet, not because you didn’t want to be, but because you were still a virgin, which you had confided in him. Chibs, being the gentleman that he was told you not to rush into anything you weren’t comfortable with.
You weren’t some girl who wanted to wait until you were married, you weren’t necessarily “waiting for the right man” either, but whenever the opportunity had presented itself, you were just never interested enough in the men you had been seeing to talk it that far.
Part of you was sort of glad that you still were, and being with Chibs made it feel like this was someone who you’d like to lose it to.
Only time would be able to tell though.
You sat there by yourself for the moment he was gone to get you both more beers.
You overlooked the party, tapping your foot to the music playing over the bar stereo system.
While you sat there waiting, a man who was also wearing a Sons cut came walking up to you.
He had dirty blonde hair that was styled in a “bed head” way.
He plopped down on the couch next to you, leaning over.
You tried to move out of the way as some of his beer sloshed out of the long neck bottle.
You weren’t quick enough and some of it ended up leaving a wet spot on your jeans.
“Sh-it. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He slurred as he tried to pat away the beer that had soaked into your pants.
You pulled your leg away with a polite smile, “That’s okay.” And it really was okay. It was a rowdy party and you knew spilled beer was bound to happen.
“What’s your name?” He tilted his head as he stared at you hard, trying to find out if he knew you, or if you were someone he wanted to know.
“(Y/N).” You said with a small smile, trying to be courteous, but also trying to make as little conversation as possible hoping he’d get bored and wander off someone else.
He nodded as he took a sloppy sip of beer as his eyelids became even heavier than they already were, “I’m Kozik.. So, what’s your deal here?”
You turned your head towards him, confusion etched in your features, “What do you mean?”
“Are you fucking one person here.. Or everyone? That’s usually what a new face around here means.” He shrugged as he threw an arm around the back of the couch on the side you were sitting, “Cause I’d like to call it first if you aren’t taken already.”
You pressed your lips together, your eyes widened as you looked at him. Even for a drunk man, he was extremely forward.
You hadn’t even been talking five minutes, and he was already trying to fuck you.
But still, you knew it wouldn’t look good if you got an attitude with a Son on the first night of being at a SAMCRO party.
You shook your head, “No, thank you. I’m not sleeping with anyone.”
His heavy lids finally opens wide enough to you to get a glimpse of his eye color. They were a blue-green, it was like looking into a lagoon. He almost looked as if he was offended by your answer, “Are you serious?”
You frowned back at him, “Yes. I am.”
“Then why the fuck are you here?” He started to get an attitude.
“Because I was invited.” You stated quickly, folding your arms over your chest in defense.
He rolled his eyes, setting his beer down.
Just as he was about to say something, Chibs walked back up with two beers, handing it over to you, “Here ya are, lass.”
You took it from his hand, giving him a grateful look as he was just in time to save you from this drunken Son. Kozik looked from you to Chibs, and he finally let out a laugh as he leaned back on the sofa, “Oh shit, I get it.”
Chibs squinted, taking a sip of beer, “Get what? Did I miss somethin’?”
You shook your head at him in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.
Kozik leaned back up to a sitting position, he points to you, “You’re one of the whores that don’t want anyone to know you’re a whore to the Sons, right?”
“Excuse me?!” You spat, slamming your beer down.
The rest of the club only mildly battle an eyelash at the ongoing commotion you were causing. It was proof that they see far more crazier things at one of these parties.
“Whoa. Watch yer fuckin’ tongue, Kozy. She’s wit me.” Chibs growled, narrowing his eyes at the drunkard.
Kozik shrugged, “C'mon man, she’s probably been rode more than your Harley.”
Chibs had had enough of the man’s talking.
He lunged forward, grabbing him by his kutte roughly, still holding his beer in his other hand as pulled him up with ease, making Kozik gasp as he did so.
Chibs lowered his face to him, his jaw clenching, “That so? If tha’s true, then tell me why shes a fuckin’ virgin?”
Kozik squinted at him, then looked back to you.
You shot him a hostile gaze I response.
Your politeness had worn off after he continued to berate you over things he knew nothing about.
You had no problem with giving respect, but it went both ways, and right now he didn’t have yours.
“I’m sorry, Chibs. Shit, I didn’t know, brother. I thought she was a crow eater.” He said pulling his away from Chibs who finally let him go.
“She’s not one of ‘em.” Chibs growled, “Now get the fuck away from here before I throw ya sloshed ass out the door.”
Kozik popped the collar of his kutte, grabbing what was left of his beer, giving you a bitter look as he walked off into the crowd in defeat.
You let out a sigh of relief that it was over as Chibs sat down next to you, throwing his arm over you protectivley.
“Remind me not to leave ye by yerself again, lass.” He chuckled lightly as he looked down at you.
You nodded, “That I can do.”
“Ya alright?” He asked.
“Yes. I am now.” You smiled back up at him, resting your hand on his chest.
He smiled back, giving you a nod before you both settled back onto the couch to enjoy your drinks and each others company.
You might be a virgin, but you had a funny feeling that before the night was over, and if Chibs kept being as charming as he was, you wouldn’t be anymore before the night was over.
I’m back! Okay so this is like the club is out of guns, Abel isn’t here (don’t hate me), and Jax is the president. Also, it’s kinda like what happened to Tara with Khon (not sure how that’s spelled) but I’m putting my own spin on it. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think!
You sighed as you tossed and turned in bed. You always hated sleeping without your old man. You missed him. You wanted him here, but you knew he had a job to do. You looked at the clock and the red numbers told you it was just after two-thirty in the morning. You rolled over again getting up out of the bed. You walked through the house to make some tea when you heard the door open. You stopped knowing your old man wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days. As quietly and as quickly as you could, you made your way back to your room and grabbed your gun hidden in the nightstand drawer.
You made sure it was loaded before walking back through the house. You held it up ready for whoever it was that decided to invade your house. You walked slowly and deliberately through your house. You rounded the corner where you heard the footsteps and clicked the safety off your gun. That’s when your heard his voice.
“Easy, darlin’, it’s just me.” You clicked the safety back on and dropped your hands.
“What the hell, Jax! You’re not supposed to be here for three more days!” You shouted at your old man.
“I wanted to surprise you, but you definitely surprised me.” He smirked looking you up and down. You forgot you had nothing on other than his SAMCRO t-shirt. You rolled your eyes.
“Not a chance, Romeo. It’s almost three in the morning and you just scared the shit out of me.” You turned your back on him as you made your way to your room once again. You heard his footsteps right behind you. You felt his arms wrap around your waist.
“Come on, darlin’, I said I was sorry.” He started kissing up your neck. You spun around on him.
“You never said sorry, you ass,” you laughed as he tried kissing you. He finally caught your lips with his and you melted into him. He deepened the kiss and you felt his arms tighten around you. Hearing your moan his arms tightened even more. You ran your fingers through his hair and tightened them just enough to pull his mouth from yours.
“Nice try, but you’re still not getting any.” You laughed at the look on his face. You slipped from his arms and started walking back to your shared room. When you reached the door your felt his arms wrap around you once again.
“Are you sure about that, darlin’?” He started kissing and nibbling your ear. Bastard. He knew that was your weak spot. Turning around you framed his face with your hands. Leaning in close you spoke into his ear.
“You woke me up in the middle of the night, three days before you’re supposed to be here, and expect me to put out? You’ve got another thing coming, Teller.” You patted his chest and went to lay down. He put his hands up in surrender.
“Fine, you have a point.” He laughed as he stripped down to get in bed with you. He laid down and gathered you up in his arms, his chest to your back. You laid in silence for a while before you thought about it why he was home.
“Why are you home early? You said this run might even be longer.” You felt him tense up and you knew something happened. You sat up to look at him. “Jax, what happened?” He sighed as he sat up and leaned against the head board. He rubbed his hands down his face.
“Would you believe me if I said it was just to surprise you?” You gave him a look that said, ‘hell no’. He nodded and took a deep breath. “I might be going away for a while.” Your heart sank at hearing this. Granted you had done it before, but it still sucked.
“Why? You all haven’t done anything, lately have you?”
“No, not recently, but somehow ATF is trying to pin something on us that happened a while back. It was when we were still in guns. The charges are bogus but he’s somehow gotten enough to put us away for a while. They came out of nowhere, babe, I don’t know what happened.” He sighed as he looked at you.
“When do you leave?” Your gaze travelled to the sheets that covered the two of you and picked at a loose seam. Jax took your hand in both of his, only then did you look at him.
“Maybe a couple of days.” He shrugged looking at you. You nodded as you squeezed his hand.
“Yeah okay.” You sighed as you started to lay down and he went with you. You snuggled into his side knowing you’ll miss him when he’s gone. You felt Jax place a kiss on your head and you fell asleep with his heartbeat in your ear.
You were at the garage the next day helping Gemma in the office while she was dealing with some shit at Cara-Cara. Everything was going smooth until you saw him pull in. You felt your heart drop to your feet. How did he find you? You covered your tracks well, really well.
“Hey, love-” You jumped when you heard Chibs come in the office. “Easy, lass, what’s gotten into you?”
“You scared me, Chibs. Anyway, what did you need?” You took deep breaths trying to get your heartbeat under control.
“This guy out here says he needs to speak with the lady in charge and right now that’s you, love.” Your eyes widened and you knew Chibs saw it. “What is it?”
“What does he need?”
“He’s one of the ATF guys that trying to put some of us away. He wants to see if you know anything.” You closed your eyes as you heard Chibs’ words. Now it made sense how these charges showed up out of nowhere. You opened your eyes and looked back at Chibs and you could see the question on his face.
“Look, he can’t know I’m here. He can’t, Chibs, do you understand? He cannot know.” You stressed.
“Yeah, fine, but why? You gonna explain?” You nodded.
“I will, just get him out of here, please?” You pleaded. He nodded as he walked back outside and talked to the guy. You peaked through the blinds and watched everything unfold. You watched as the guy got in Chibs’ face but he backed off. He looked toward the office and you quickly released the blinds hoping he didn’t see you.
You walked over and sat down behind the desk with your head down as Chibs came back in. He sat down in front of you and didn’t say anything. You finally looked up at him and he was sitting patiently.
“There’s something I need to tell you guys. All of you.” He nodded and stood.
“I’ll go get everyone. This means you’ve gotta come to church, love.” You nodded knowing you had to do this. You didn’t have a choice anymore.
You sat there with all of the guys staring at you. You had yet to look up after you walked in and sat down while everyone else filed in. You kept quiet until Jax spoke up.
“Okay, darlin’ we’re all here. What did you need to tell us?” You finally looked up. You took a deep breath before you started to speak.
“I know why the ATF is trying to charge you with shit that happened a while back and how he got enough to get you put away.” The room was dead silent, no one said a word.
“How do you know?” Tig was leaning toward you with a glint in his eye. You had been with Jax long enough to know what that glint means.
“Easy, Trager, I didn’t rat. But I do know the ATF guy.” Once again no one said a word and waited for you to continue. “His name is Andrew Shaw. I dated him a few years back. We didn’t end on the best of terms, it was pretty ugly really.” You saw Jax flinch a bit at that. He knew about your last relationship and how hard it was for you to get passed what happened.
“Anyway, when it ended, things got ugly and I had a restraining order filed against him and he didn’t like that. So, he violated it and that’s when things got violent, fast. So, he went away for six years for violating the restraining order and lost his job working for ATF. I had to testify against him and he lost it when they took him away. When they were taking him back he kept screaming about how he would get me and I would get it when he got out.” You took a deep breath. You tried to keep your voice from cracking so you could continue. “So, after, I packed up and left, I covered all my tracks there was no way he could’ve found me. Somehow, he did and that’s why these charges came out of left field. He’s out to get back at me and unless he was reinstated there’s no way he can put you guys away.”
You looked around at them as you finished your story. They all just sat there looking at you. You didn’t say a word but you looked to Jax only to find he was staring back at you. You had told Jax about it but you never went into detail like now. He didn’t know about court and how you had to testify. He sat forward and leaned his elbows on the table before he spoke.
“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. Juice, find out everything you can about this guy. I want to know how he got this and when. Chibs, I want you and Happy to find out where he lives and what he’s been doing. We need to figure out what his end game is and why he decided now was the time to do it. Let’s get going.”
They came up with a plan and had most of the details sorted before the meeting ended. Everyone got up except you and Jax. The two of you sat there and didn’t say anything. You didn’t move, afraid of what would happen. You heard Jax stand up and make his way to you. He sat down in the chair beside you. He took your hands in his. You still didn’t look up at him.
“Do you know why he wants to come after you?” He spoke so quietly it was almost a whisper. You shut your eyes as hard as you could. You couldn’t even think about what you had done. Saying it out loud would hurt more than keeping it in. “Please, darlin’, anything will help.”
You looked up and you felt tears falling down your face as you did. His heart nearly shattered seeing you so upset. You shook your head at him and looked back down to the floor. You had never told anyone, ever. The only reason Andrew knew was because he found out and it wasn’t from you.
“You have to understand, Jax, I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t, honest, but I had to. I couldn’t have any connection with him. I wanted nothing to do with him.” You hiccupped through your words. Jax started to panic a bit because he’s never seen you this upset before.
“It’s okay, just tell me.” He cupped the side of your face and you grabbed his wrist needing to be anchored. You looked into his eyes and took a few deep breaths before you spoke.
“I was pregnant.” You watched as his eyes grew wide. “I found out after I filed the restraining order. I couldn’t be connected to him Jax, I couldn’t. I’m not proud of what I did, but I couldn’t have the baby knowing the type of man that would be its father. I couldn’t do that to my baby.”
You started sobbing. You had never told anyone, not even your family. Jax pulled you into his lap as he held you while you cried. You cried into his neck and had a death grip on his shirt. He couldn’t believe what you had been through. He held you tight and rubbed your back as you started to calm down. You sat up and started to play with his fingers that were in your lap.
“He found out. That’s why he came back. I didn’t tell him, I don’t know how he found out, but that’s why he came back. He was mad when he found out, like extremely mad. Which is why it got violent that time.” You felt his arms tighten around you.
“He won’t come near you, not if I can help it. We’ll get rid of him, darlin’. I promise.”
A couple of days passed and you found out that Andrew had not been reinstated and all the charges he said he had against the club were, indeed, bogus. The only thing and the most concerning thing happened. Andrew had disappeared. No one knew where he was. After church, the other day Chibs and Happy went to his place and he was gone. No one, not even his neighbors knew where he was or where he went. This caused you to be more cautious when you went out and Jax always insisted you take someone with you, which you gladly did.
A few days later you woke up feeling uneasy. You didn’t know what it was but you knew something was going to happen. You rolled over and saw Jax had already left for the day. You sighed as you got out of bed. The house was unusually quiet and this just caused you to feel even more on edge than you already were. Trying to shrug it off you walked through the house to make breakfast.
Rounding the corner to the kitchen you noticed there wasn’t anyone from the club here yet so you figure Jax hadn’t been gone long. You walked further into the kitchen when you saw it. A lone lily laying on the counter. He was here.
Chibs Telford x Reader x Esai Alvarez
(GIF isn’t mine)
“Hey mama,” a voice lifted you from your focus on your paperwork to the door of your office at TM. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his light brown eyes sparkling and a smile that made butterflies dance in your stomach.
“Hey,” you smiled, getting up from your seat as he sauntered in to give you a peck on the cheek.
“I was just passing through, wanted to see if you wanted to get some lunch?” he took your hands in his and looked down at you. He didn’t tower over you, just a couple inches taller, but you still had to look up to catch his gaze.
A sad smile glinted across your face and you looked over your shoulder at the mounds of paperwork that were piled on your desk. The repo business was booming lately and you had to put in long hours to keep up.
“I’m sorry, Esai, but I have lots to do,” you pouted and he smiled, “It’s okay mama, I know I dropped in on short notice.”
He let your hands loose and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand coming to rest against your neck as he leaned in and kissed you once more, “I’ll call you, and we can make plans, yeah?”
He took a half-step back from you.
Your eyes fluttered as you stared back at him, “O-okay,” you smiled and he grinned back at you.
“Walk me to my bike?” he asked, his eyebrows raised as he held out his hand for you to take.
Chibs was sitting in the garage alone, watching as you and Esai walked across the lot back to his motorcycle. He scoffed as he stood, walking to stand against the bay door as he cleaned his hands off with a shop rag.
You had only been back in Charming for a month, the truce between SAMCRO and the Mayans hadn’t been in effect for two weeks, and yet Marcus Alvarez’s son swooped in and swept you off your feet. It didn’t matter to Chibs whether beefs were settled with the Mexicans or not. Soon enough there would be more issues that would tear you between loyalties, or worse, your connection to two MCs would put an even bigger target on your back.
Chibs didn’t trust young Alvarez to keep (Y/N) safe.
He didn’t trust anyone to keep you safe except SAMCRO.
You were walking back up when you noticed Chibs glaring at Esai from within the garage.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, stepping up to the garage door and looking up at the Scot.
“Aye,” he responded dryly, turning around and chucking his rag across the garage as he walked back over to the Chevy Nova he was working on.
“Chibs,” you began, walking to where he was leaned over the engine of the old car, “I’ve known you for like, my whole life. I know when you’re pissed,” you spoke coolly, not wanting to push too hard in case it was none of your business.
“Why d'ye bring the Mayan aroun’ here?” he bit out, not looking up from the car in front of him.
Your eyes widened, “Is there something going on with the MC and the Mayans again?” you asked worriedly.
“Nae. I just don’ want him sniffin’ around,“ Chibs growled as he finally looked up at you, “Ye shouldn’t be seein him, (Y/N).”
You were shocked, this whole attitude and conversation was out of the ordinary for Chibs. He had been your best bud when you were younger, playing your games and laughing with you. Yeah you had been away for a few months, traveling before you settled down into the adult world, getting a job and working for a living, but you never expected his demeanor to change so much within such a short time.
When you left he was your best friend, now that you were back he either acted like he couldnt be bothered with you, or that you were somehow a kid that needed to be looked after.
You weren’t normally one to cause a scene, but as you and he were the only people in the garage area, you decided to get things off your chest.
“What happened to you?” you spat, disgust in your tone.
“What?” he asked back, standing straight and facing you with his arms folded across his chest.
“I leave and we are in good terms, I come back and all of a sudden you’re acting like you don’t know me, or I’m a child. My head is spinning! I can’t keep up with these moods of yours.”
You let out an exasperated sigh.
“Ye know what,” he began, “I’m jus lookin’ out for yer best interest. An’ it ain’t with tha’ Mayan!”
You rolled your eyes, what had gotten into him?
“Chibs! JAX said it was okay. I asked him before I ever said yes to Esai to make sure it wouldn’t cause any problems. If your VP, my TWIN brother, is okay with me getting to know Alvarez better, then who are you to say otherwise?”
“I don’t give a shite what Jax says. I said ye shouldn’t be seein him, (Y/N), much less lettin him come around here!”
You growled with frustration, your hands balled up into fists as your eyes shot daggers at the Scotsman in front of you.
“John Teller died eighteen years ago Filip Telford. You are NOT my Daddy.” You were fuming.
Silence filled the garage.
“Aye,” Chibs huffed after a long pause, “I gotta get back to work,” his tone was ice cold, so much so, that it actually hurt you to hear it.
“Hey!” you spat, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he walked away from you, yanking at his limb with all your strength, just barely turning Chibs around to face you. He didn’t speak, his jaw twitching as he glared down at you. You gulped, suddenly aware that the man in front of you was dangerous and regretting your harshness towards him. You cleared your throat, looking up at him and speaking, this time more softly.
“Why are you acting this way, Chibs?” you pleaded with the one person you truly considered a friend.
“Drop it, lass,” he sighed, shaking his head and looking down, unable to maintain eye contact.
You stepped closer, “Chibby…” your voice was just a whisper and he winced when you reached out to take his hand, “…talk to me.”
He mumbled something to himself that you couldnt comprehend before he took a deep breath and looked up at you, fire in his eyes as he did.
I put my red lipstick on to complete my outfit for tonight Club party. Jax would adore my tight little dress, I checked my hair before grabbing my car keys.
Pulling into the parking lot, the music was pouring out. Jax said he would be a little late but to come anyways. I walked into the clubhouse and spotted Chibs at the bar, walking towards him.
“How’s my favorite Scotsmen?” I asked, cracking open a beer, Chibs chuckling.
“Ay Lass. I’m okay, how is ye?” He asks me while I was sipping my beer. Ever since I got with Jax, Chibs has always been a great friend to me.
“Surviving.” I replied, causing both of us to laugh. I pulled out my phone to see if Jax had sent me any updates.
“Ay lass, I’ll be back” Chibs told me, before exiting into the back of the clubhouse, with a girl on his arm. I chuckled.
“Hey there” I heard a male voice behind me, I turned around and it was a prospect.
“What? I ain’t a croweater” I responded, drinking my beer. The prospect laughed and slid into the seat next to me, causing me to move.
“You’re just really pretty..” he started to say before I interrupted him.
“Let me stop you there prospect, my old man will be here any minute and I’m sure he wouldn’t like this.” I say to him, sparking up a cigarette.
“From the looks of it darling, he ain’t here.” The prospect says, trying to get closer to me. I rolled my eyes and heard the clubhouse doors open. Jax looked angrily at the prospect, I ran up into Jaxs arm.
“The hell was he doing y/n?” Jax demanded, the prospect trying to walk away, Chibs walked behind him and grabbed him.
“He kept flirting with me and wanted to fuck me.” I told my old man, he clenched his jaw gave me a kiss on the head and walked towards him. Chibs held the prospect back as Jax wailed into his face.
“You think hitting on the VP old lady is cool? Something a brother would do?” Jax yelled at the bloody prospect who shook his head.
“Your old lady a whore, look at her” the prospect spat at Jax, causing another fist to the face.
“Get the guck outta here boy” Chibs demanded, ripping the kutte off of him. The prospect stumbled out and Jax drugged me into the door room. As soon as the door shut, Jax hands were on my face, kissing me rough.
“You’re fucking mine” jax says as we strip our clothes, I walked back onto the bed and Jax wrapped my thighs around his face.
“Yes I am Sir.” I purr’d out as his tongue traced my clit, causing a moan to escape me, I arched my back up. Jax tongue started to dance across my wet pussy, screams escaping my mouth as he did wonders.
“Jax…you need to fuck me” I managed to mumble out, A laugh escape Jax as he moved ontop of me. He started teasing me.
“Baby, I’ll do it when I want…” Jax whispers, his mouth sucking my bare breasts. His tongue tracing my nipples.
“Please Jax…I’m begging you” I beg him, needing all of him inside me. Not this teasing bullshit. Jax bit onto my nipple and I gasped out.
“Mmmm” Jax moaned as he shoved his member inside me slowly. Enjoying every moment.
“Jax…” I moaned out as he thrusted inside me. His pace quickened up his lips leaving kissing all up my neck. I moan loudly.
“You’re so fucking tight babe” Jax mumbles out as his pace gets quicker and harder.
“Let me ride you” I giggle as he flipped me over. I adjusted myself and started going up and down. Jax grunts out in pleasure.
“Fuckkkk y/n” Jax moans out as my pace gets quicker. Both of us getting to our climax.
“I’m gonna cum” I yell out, Jax grabbing onto my hips as we both reached our climaxs.
“I love you so much” Jax says as I laid next to him, his arms pulling me into his warm embrace.
“I love you Teller. I like when you get jealous and angry.” I giggled and kissed my old man.
As you would expect Chibs doesn’t act cute very often so when he does you try and savour the moment as best you can. Their is one thing however which is cute and that he does quite regularly and that something is tickling you when ever he gets the chance. You could be talking to all of the guys or pouring a drink, he would come up behind you and squeeze your sides which would result in the boys laughing at you or you spilling the drink that you where poring. Despite the annoyance it causes you you can never help the smile which comes to your face straight after he does this especially when Chibs runs away with a happy little smirk on his face.
Tiggy acts cute on a day to day basis. One minute he could be fiddling with your fingers absentmindedly or trailing his finger tips up and down your back and the next minute he could be making a stupid face at you to make you laugh. Every time he sees your happy ( and slightly giddy ) reactions to whatever it is that he does it only encourages him to do it more often.
Their haven’t every been a time when Juan Ortiz was not being cute. Everything he does it cute and when you say everything you mean everything. He could be brushing his teeth or simply talking to you and you would think that he was being cute. Although the thing which you think is the cutest thin about him is his smile and the dimples he gets when he smiles.
The only time when Hap acts cute is when he’s around kids. They seem to bring out the best in him and you can’t help but love it. He’s naturally great with them and doesn’t pass up the opportunity to spend time with them, especially Jax’s son Abel. He doesn’t realise but when he plays with the kids he is a completely different person to what he is anywhere else he’s love, considerate and best of all plays whatever the kids want him too play. No one will ever be able to forget the day Happy wore a tiara and make-up for one of the little girls the club was looking after for a few hours.
Trigger Warnings: Implied smut….I can’t get the smut part of my brain up tonight.
“Happy Birthday dear (Y/N), happy birthday to you!” I looked up seeing Chibs staring at me, a soft smile on his face. I closed my eyes, blowing out the candles, making my wish.
Opening my eyes, I looked up, and Chibs was gone, Gemma pulled me to her side. “Happy birthday baby. Instead of wishing for it, just go take it.”
I rolled my eyes, hugging the women I thought of as a mother back. “Auntie, I can’t. I’m sure he doesn’t see me that way.”
She let out a huff, kissing my cheek. “You’re crazy, I’ve seen the way the man looks at you. You’re twenty-five years old, do something wild and crazy for once.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not that kind of person…” I loved my family, the whole crazy, loud, obnoxious bunch, but I was quiet and shy. I’d been a part of this family since my mother died when I was seven, and I was dropped on my Uncle Clay’s doorstep.
She smiled down at me. “I know you’re itching to get out of here, and go home to the quiet. You’ve stayed long enough go on, we’ll go out for lunch tomorrow.”
“Thanks Auntie!” I hugged her and bolted before she could stop me.
The rest of the day went by fast and after diner Anna was tired and went to bed early.
You and Mike were sitting outside drinking a beer.
“You know Anna is going to find out if you keep reacting like you did today about a motorcycle.” You say to him.
“I just want to forget that part of my life.”
“Well she doesn’t know why you stopped riding. Till then she is going to keep asking. I’m surprised she didn’t ask anything about the blacked out tattoo you got.” You look at him and you can see he’s worried.
“I just… I just can’t tell her what happened. I can’t tell her I killed a man for that club. That you almost got killed because of them and that were making this trip because we have to run from them. I can’t tell her that.”
“I know Mike but you also can’t tell her anything. You have to give her a explanation. You know Anna she’s going to keep digging till she knows something.”
Both of you kept drinking your beer. Not saying anything to each other. Just looking to the stars on the sky above you.
It was a warm day. You were waiting outside for Gemma. You had some blue jeans on and a black tank top. With a letter brown jacket over it. Your bag was hanging from your shoulder. You were looking at your phone looking for some message saying Gemma was going to be late. Nothing you look to both sides of the street looking for something coming your way. A cars is coming your way. He doesn’t slow down and passes you. You started walking towards the TM. Your phone ringed and you saw you got a message from Gemma.
Can’t make it. I sended Tig to pick you up.
In the distance you heard the sound of a motor. You look towards it and you saw a Harley riding towards you. The person driving it looked alot like Tig. The bike comes closer. The sound getting louder and louder. The bike stopped in front of you and you were now 100% sure it was Tig. He looked towards you. You saw he was wearing a cut with the tags SON AT ARMS on his right side.
“Hello again.” He says with a smile. “Get on it we will be late.” He says handing you a helmet. You took it from him and putted it on your head. You were ready to get on the bike when you saw the back of his cut. SONS OF ANARCHY with the reaper under it and CALIFORNIA. You recognise the name right away. Mike’s old motor club was always in problems with them so the name was not hard to recognise. You took a few deep breaths and got on the back of his bike. You needed this job. You needed the money to pay for the repairs so the 3 of you could leave as soon as possible. You were just going to stay away from the people of the club. You will try to be as invisible as possible.
“You can steady yourself with your hands on my waist.” Tig says “I don’t bite if you don’t want too.”
You gave him a small chuckle. You rested your hands on his waist and he rides away.
After a few minutes Tig pulled up to the TM parking lot. He parked his bike next to the other bikes already parked. You got off his bike and got the helmet off. You looked towards the office and you saw Gemma leaving and started walking towards you.
Tig stepped from his bike. He looks towards you with a smile on his face. You handled the helmet to him. He hanged the helmets on the motor steering wheel.
“Tig they’re waiting for you in church.” Gemma says. Tig nods towards her and walks away towards another building. You looked at Gemma and you saw that she was studying your facial expression. “Come on. I will show you around the garage and explain what I need you to help me with.” You nod at her and both of you started walking towards the office.
After a hour you were helping Gemma making the invoice.
“I will be right back.” She says to you walking out of the office. Threw the window you saw several man walk out of the building on the other side of the parking lot. Two of the men you recognised. Tig and Juice. Gemma walked towards on of the men. They were talking about something and then both started walking towards the office. You looked back towards the papers in front of you.
“Y/N.” You looked up towards Gemma. “This is my husband Clay.” She says.
He was looking at you from head to to. “Nice to meet you.” You say to him with a smile. His cut said PRESIDENT.
He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you too.” He looked back to Gemma. “I have to go I see you later.” and gives her a kiss. She nods her head towards him and she watches him leave the office. You saw Clay walk towards a another men. He had long blond hair.
“That’s my son.” Gemma says. You look immediately towards her. “Jax.. Tig and Juice you already know. The scott man with the scar on his face his Chibs.” You looked outside again. “The man next to Chibs is Bobby and there is Oppie.” She says. You saw another man come out of the building. You look towards her. She is looking at you liking she is waiting for an answer. You just give her a little smile. “Let’s get to work again.” She says after she wasn’t getting the reaction she wanted from you. You hear the motors start and leave the parking lot.
For the rest of the day she was keeping a close eye on you. She was pretty much making you nervous. You phone ranged and you saw on the caller ID Mike. You didn’t answer and just got to work again.
“Boyfriend?” Gemma says
“No. Happily single. Friend I’m traveling with.” You said to her.
“The one from yesterday?” She says quickly. You looked at her confused. “Tig saw you yesterday and he told me he saw you walking with a guy and a girl.”
You smiled and said. “Yes. They’re my traveling partners.”
She smiles at you and the sound of motors start to get louder and louder. Gemma stands from her seat and walks outside.
“Hey Baby..” Gemma says towards Clay. “How did it go?”
“Could be worse.” Jax responds. “You have a new employee?” He says looking towards you.
“Yeah nice girl. Quite too.” Gemma says “And Tig.” Tig looks towards Gemma immediately. “She’s still single but I don’t think she’s into bikers!”
“Is that a challenge?” Tig says with a smile and starts walking towards the office.
The rest of the man just laugh and watch him walk towards you.
“I think she’s more into someone like Juice.” Gemma says. Juice looks towards Gemma and smiles.
“Hey..” You look up towards the voice and you saw Tig standing at the door frame looking towards you. “Is everything going okay?”
“Yeah it’s fine. It’s my first day so a lot of searching for the right papers.” You say with a smile.
“If you need help you can ask me.” Tig says his voice softer than before.
“Come on Tiggy, we have to work.” a man with scottish accent says behind him.
He pulls Tig of his way and walk into the office. “Hi lad’s, I’m Chibs.”
“Y/N.” You said to him.
“Nice to meet you.” He looks towards Tig again. “Tig come on. You have to help me with her car.”
Tig nobs towards him and walks behind him to garage.
The rest of the day passed pretty fast. All of the man come into the office to present them self. You laughed with Bobby and Jax. Juice was a little nervous but very sweet. Ans at the end the day you knew every one of them and what they did at the garage. They all gave you a little bit of their attention to you and when you had questions Tig and Chibs helped you with everything.
The day was over and when you were getting everything together to leave. Juice walked into the office.
“I will take you home.”
“Thank you Juice.” You said reaching for you phone. “But I can walk and I need a little bit of fresh hair.”
“I want to.” He says with a smile. You smiled back at him and both of you walked towards his bike. You looked to the entrance of the parking lot and you saw Mike walk towards it.
“I think I will walk.” You said to him. “My friend just came to pick me up.” He looks the same way you do and sees Mike in front of the entrance waiting for you.
“Well I will see you tomorrow than.” Juice says.
“See you tomorrow.” You said to him walking towards Mike.
“Weren’t you spoke to bring her home.” Tig says walking towards Juice.
Juice looked towards him. “Yeah but her friend just showed up.”
Tig looks towards you and Mike.
“Come on Tig.” Juice says. He nod his head and walks with Juice into the clubhouse.
A.N.: Heey. So what do you thing of the story till now? It’s the first time I write something for SAMCRO fanfiction. So pleace tell me what you think about it!
Will Juice have the courage to tell all? What will he say to Clay and Jax?
(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)
**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.
Juice Ortiz x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)
Juice stood, following after his President and VP, catching up to them as they passed the bar.. “I don’t think we should leave (Y/N) alone,” he spoke plainly, swallowing hard and trying not to seem guilty.
“She won’t be alone, Juice. I’m gonna leave one of the prospects outside for a while–”
“–No I mean…” Juice cut Clay off as they stepped outside into the parking lot but then hesitated when Clay and Jax stopped and looked at him, “… Look I just think there’s something more going on. Like maybe whoever this person is…they’re only leaving her alone because we are there,” he chose his words carefully, trying to keep the real reason under wraps.
“Everything’s fine, Juice,” Clay spoke, “(Y/N) said nothing weird has happened for a while and she feels safe enough to be alone again.”
“I just don’t believe it’s okay, Clay. I need to be there,” Juice urged. Clay and Jax looked at each other and then back to Juice, “There’s gotta be a reason you feel that way…” Clay reasoned and Juice shook his head in protest, “N-no its nothing I just–” “–Juice,” Jax interrupted, “I’ve known you for 5 years bro.”
Juice could feel his heart rate accelerate.
“What are you not telling us?” Clay interrogated him, his blue stare penetrating. “Nothing,” Juice resisted, his apprehension was apparent, not only to Jax and Clay, but also to everyone standing around nearby watching the scene unfold.
“Look, man, (Y/N) is tough. She can take care of herself and like Clay said the prospects will still be outside–” “–Yeah I know but that’s not enough Jax,” Juice interjected, sighing with frustration as he spoke. “What is your problem, bro?” Jax was genuinely concerned now, if not for Juice then for his sister; he could tell something was wrong.
Chibs and Tig were nearby and had begun walking up to see what was going on as Juice began to speak again.
“I’m just telling you if anything happens to her I’ll feel like it’s my fault. I’ll feel like I should have been there to protect her. I need to be there to…to…” he trailed off, grimacing and rubbing his hand across his mohawk and down to the back of his neck as he looked down and kicked the concrete.
“What’s going on Juicey?” Clay questioned, “Why would she need you there?” His eyebrows furrowing as he stared at the younger man.
Juice didn’t speak in response, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to find the words he needed.
“Me and (Y/N)…” he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.
Jax exchanged looks with Clay again and suddenly his concern was wiped clean and replaced with anger as he whipped his head back in Juice’s direction.
“Say it.” Jax’s snarl was fearsome. Juice swallowed, “It’s not what you think Jax, I–” “–You son of a bitch!”
Jax lunged at Juice, grabbing him by the collar of his kutte and pulling him up to his face. Chibs and Tig rushed in to separate them, prying Jax’s fingers off of Juice. Clay walked a couple steps away, rubbing the back of his head, letting Juice’s words set in.
“Aye aye aye! Jackie! Back off brother!” Chibs pushed Jax back as Tig stood between them and Happy and Bobby jogged up to figure out what happened. “What the hell is going on?” Bobby asked glancing between an alarmed Juice and an enraged Jax.
Gemma, hearing screams from the parking lot, peeked out of her office door. Seeing the commotion, she ran out into the lot to calm her son and husband, reaching the huddle of men just in time to hear Jax’s answer to Bobby’s question.
“This piece of shit is the reason (Y/N) has been moping around the clubhouse for the last two weeks!” Jax spat, taking a few steps back and shaking his head, “I’m gonna kick your ass,” Jax’s calm anger was much more frightening.
“Jesus Christ!” Bobby hissed, glaring at Juice.
Clay and Tig turned back to Juice who was now breathing heavily, a panic in his eyes as he stared back at the President and Sergeant at Arms.
“What did you do.”
It wasn’t a question, it was a demand. Juice gulped and took a deep breath, catching Happy’s knowing glare, before shaking his head as he looked back at Clay. It didn’t matter what he said, he deserved what was going to come next.
“Clay,” Juice began, his voice wavering with anxiety, “I’m sorry. I…I fucked up…” he trailed off again as Clay came at him with a raised fist. Tig, Clay’s only obstacle, didn’t stand in his way as he threw a punch that sent Juice to the ground with a thud.
“Clay!” Gemma shouted, stepping between her Old man and the younger biker.
“Get the FUCK off my lot!” Clay pointed over Gemma’s shoulder, bellowing at the younger man who was still laying on the concrete.
Juice stood feebly as blood poured from his nose. Clay had busted it pretty good. “I’m sorry, Clay,” he begged, tears in his eyes. He stood unmoving as Clay walked away with Gemma and Tig, while Happy guided Jax to follow.
Chibs, Bobby and Juice were now the only men in the lot, save for a few crow eaters under the pavilion up by the clubhouse who were now whispering amongst themselves.
Juice turned to his brother, “Chibs, I–” “–Ye need ta go,” Chibs urged him as Bobby shook his head in disgust, “Ye need ta get out o’ here for now.”
Chibs looked Juice up and down for a moment before shaking his head and turning to walk away, Bobby in tow.
Juice was left standing alone in the parking lot, bloody-faced, crying. He needed something. He needed you.
You heard voices outside, the Prospect and another voice, Juice’s voice.
“Great,” you groaned to yourself, thinking your father must’ve decided to keep a patch on you for a little while longer. You turned the TV up and tried to drown out the noises coming from the front door when you heard the key in the lock and rolled your eyes, not even looking up as he walked in and shut the door behind him.
“(Y/N),” he spoke softly, his voice hitching and a tone of anguish caused you to look up at him. Dried blood was smeared on his nose, his eyes were already turning purple with bruises and he was shaking. You let out an audible gasp, refraining from your urge to get a towel to clean his face off as you stood and walked over to him, forgetting that you hated him altogether for a moment.
As you were opening your mouth to speak he answered the question before you could ask it. “Jax found out… and Clay,” he motioned to his nose, “then this happened,” he finished.
You sighed, remembering that you were supposed to be mad at him you corrected your face back to stone cold and icy and pursed your lips.
“Then why are you here.” you demanded, crossing your arms and glaring at him.
“For this,” he replied reaching out and holding the sides of your face as he pressed his lips against yours.