gemma x jax

“She started it and I ended it”  (Jax Teller)

Originally posted by hunnamsource

3rd POV until marked otherwise

Breakup between reader and Jax++

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“We’re done (Y/N) I’m sorry but I just can’t” Jax told you shifting in your seat your hands clasping your own, your breathed a shaky breathe.

Looking up with teary eyes “It’s okay Jax your free now that what you wanted right” You said calmly. He sighed eyes slightly watered but he nodded “I’ll uh send the boys later on today to pick up my stuff” He said. You nodded “I should go I have some stuff to do I’ll help the boys pack your stuff” You said.

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No Place I Rather Be

Requested by an Anon:An imagine where reader is the daughter of Clay and Gemma who no one notices until she disappears without a trace. 

Most of my life I felt like a disappointment to my parents, because I wasn’t a boy. Even my half-brother Jax acted like I was a nuisance most of the time, I realize that’s an older brother’s job. I had hoped with the age difference, maybe his attitude would change towards me, but it never did.

My parents loved me in their own way; I suppose and they lavished me with gifts all the time. I rather have had their time and attention, but they were always too busy. The nanny raised me  for the most part, maybe that’s why my moral compass was slightly different.

I left home when I was seventeen, not because I was rebellious, but because I wanted a better life for myself. I graduated from high school a year early, not telling anyone. Saving every dime I had every earned, since I was twelve, I made my get away in the middle of the night. 

 I knew staying in Charming, I wouldn’t get me a better life, that it was just a matter of time before I got dragged into club business. It would be just a matter of time before my mugshot ended up on the wall. 

Five years later, I found myself traveling back to Charming. Some place I never thought I’d ever be going back to.  I frowned thinking about the hell I was about to face, I wouldn’t even know if I would be welcomed back. Especially after the way I left, no notes, no good byes, I just took off.

I let my mind drift back to two weeks ago, to my Long Beach apartment.

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Chibs x Reader

@samperv Chibs’ birthday challenge

Contains:: swearing and I wanna say fluff (I’m terrible at writing fluff so bear with me here)

We had never gotten in a fight before. We bumped heads sometimes but never more than that – we always managed to work things out just by talking.

But Chibs was getting annoyingly possessive since we started dating almost five months ago. I didn’t mind it at first, I actually kinda liked how protective he was, how jealous he was of my guy friends, I always thought it was sweet. If he was jealous then that meant he had feelings for me. Yeah, he hadn’t exactly professed his love for me yet. And I wasn’t one to put pressure on him, I wasn’t going to say the three-word-phrase if I wasn’t absolutely sure he felt the same way. Also, scaring him away wasn’t exactly on my plans.

But he was the one who ended up pushing me away. He always came by at my work without a heads-up, eyeing my boss, Hugh, suspiciously. I could understand that, Hugh had been making passes at me since I started working as his assistant, but when Chibs started checking up on me to know my whereabouts when he was on a run, calling me at weird hours on the landline to make sure I was at home – well, I got fed up. 

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Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part One (Jax Teller x Reader)

(A/N: So I decided to start another series, this time it’s for Sons Of Anarchy. I will be continuing the Steve Rogers series as well though. I’m part of too many fan bases 😂. This won’t be following the original plot to the show, I tend to not do that with my own imagines.)

Summary: (Y/N) has always tried to be good and follow the rules, however when she first moved to America she met some women who were the total opposite. Now best friends, they move to Charming years later to start up their business but end up getting caught up in more trouble and digging up old secrets.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Swearing, violence, drugs, alcohol (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)

As the car sped own the open road, I rolled the window down to let some air in. It was a warm day with only some clouds in the sky and it was starting to get stuffy inside the vehicle. I glanced at one of my friends in the driver’s seat, Bea, who was concentrating on the road whilst smoking a ciggarette. In the backseat were my other friends, Frankie and Alex. The old truck had taken us this far, I hoped it wouldn’t fail us now.

We were leaving our old lives and starting fresh. It was a good feeling, all four of us wanted to get away from the problems. We were even starting a new business together.

If you took just one look at the girls you would know that they were nothing but trouble. They were….rough looking, which made a lot of people wonder why I was with them. Whereas they were fine with wearing a pair of jeans, an old top, worn out shoes and no effort with hair or makeup, I was the total opposite. No one would have put us altogether. They had been to prison for God’s sake!

I really hadn’t expected this to be a part of my life.

“Here it is ladies,” Bea announced as we passed by a sign which said ‘Welcome to Charming’,“our new home.”

“Finally. I thought my leg was going to be cramped forever.” Alex groaned.

I giggled.“Better stretch out then, we’ve got a lot of unpacking to do when we get to the house.”

“Urgh, let’s just do it tomorrow. We’ve got more important things to do.” Frankie said.

“Like what?”

“Like finding the nearest bar and geting wasted on our first night here.”

I turned in my seat to look at her.“Is that all you can think about?”


Bea spoke again.“Frankie is right though. We need to meet with some old friends before we do anything. That’s why we’re not going to the house first.”

“Wait, what friends?”

“You’ll see. Don’t worry, you’ll like them.”

We carried on driving through the town passing the quaint business and shops. There were people roaming around, families and friends alike. It was only ten minutes after entering Charming when we started to pull into an auto shop named 'Teller-Morrow’. There were some cars parked up but what really caught my eye was the line of bikes. The few men crowded outside were wearing a black kutte too…it read 'Sons of Anarchy’.

Oh my god.

This was a motorcycle club.

And if the girls were involved with them, it could only mean they were outlaws. I put two and two together, mentally groaning. Of course they would know a damn motorcycle club. It didn’t surprise me, they too had their own bikes. I thought we had buried the past.

Bea stopped the truck, smiling as she threw her ciggarette out of the window. They all eagerly clambered out whereas I held back. How were they so cheerful about a biker gang? Did they not remember?

“Come on (Y/N), you’ve got to meet the guys.” Frankie said as she opened my door. None of them could see my discomfort.

I followed behind, cautiously walking slower as I looked around. A sudden erupt of cheers startled me as the men stood out front greeted the girls with open arms. I stood back watching the exchanges. A few other men wearing overalls watched.

“And who might this lass be?” a Scottish accent brought me back to the conversation at hand. He had his grey hair slicked back, the scars on his face making him seem more frightening.

“This is (Y/N), she’s a good friend of ours. Let’s just say she straightened us out a bit.” Bea introduced me.

“Hi.” I smiled trying to not look so scared.

“Straightened us out? Don’t you mean keep us out of jail? If it weren’t for her I’d be exchanging girls for soap.”

“I think that was too much information.” a larger man with frizzy hair chuckled.“This is Chibs, I’m Bobby. Come inside, we’ll introduce you to the others and catch up. Prospects, get back to work.”

They took us into what they called their clubhouse. There were a lot more men sat around, some drinking and others playing pool. As soon as the girls walked in another round of loud cheers were heard. Again I was introduced as the girl who had saved them (dramatic much?). Although they seemed scary, I was sure they weren’t all so bad; except for Happy. They weren’t like the others. We were all given a beer as everyone sat around a table.

“What brings you girls back? It’s been years.” Tig asked.

“We’ve got a new business set up. No more drugs, just hookers.” Frankie bluntly explained, not mentioning the problems back at what was out home.

I coudn’t help but chuckle.

“What, it’s the truth?”

“I know but it’s not really that, is it?”

Bea explained.“I guess you could call it a gentleman’s club? I got in contact with Luann and she was talking about extending her business. So, the Cara Cara girls will be working for us too now and we’ll split the profits.”

Yes, we were basically running a strip club. Again, not what I imagined my life to be like.

“That’s why Luann had been so jittery.” Piney said.

“Yeah, (Y/N) here will be sorting out the routines, so if you have any suggestions, tell her and she’ll make it happen.” Alex nudged me.

Tig leaned forward.“Actually, I think I may have an idea-”

“NO!” the men shouted in unison

The door opened and three more men walked through. One was huge along with his beard, he was like a giant. A man with a faux mohak that had tattoos running along it followed. Lastly a blonde haired man entered and goddamn was he gorgeous. They smiled as they spotted their old friends. They introduced themselves to me, Opie, Juice and Jax.

“Luann just told us everything about your little club.” Jax explained as he sat. I noticed that his kutte had a 'Vice President’ badge on it. So where was the President?

“Welcome back.” Opie clamped his hands down on Frankie’s shoulders and I could see that she grimaced at the strength.

“Have you guys moved in anywhere?”

“Just down the road from our club. We’re checking it out tomorrow.”

“Do you still ride?” Juice asked.

“Yes, of course we do.”

Jax smirked.“Then let’s go check it out today.”

“Why?” Bea wondered as the men stood.

“We want to check out our place.”

“You’ve lost me.”

“We’re also your business partners.”

Everyone laughed at our shocked faces. This Luann woman never mentioned the guys. Everyone filed out of the room to get ready for the ride. The girls unloaded their bikes from the back of the truck. I followed Frankie, climbing into the back. I never learnt how to ride and I never wanted to. Bikes brought back some bad memories unless I was with the others.

“For fucks sake, I must have packed my spare helmet.” she groaned.

“Here I’ve got one.” Jax held it out to me.

“Thanks.” I smiled.

“You’re welcome darlin’.”

I tried not to blush as the handsome biker climbed onto his own bike. Buckling the helmet up, I wrapped my arms around Frankie’s waist before she started up the engine. It seemed that the club had their own formation going on and we were in the middle. I knew that Frankie liked to go fast which made me regret ever choosing to ride with her.

“Frankie don’t!” I shouted as she let the formation and sped off. I couldn’t help but laugh.

The others watched as we increased our speed, also laughing at us.

“You love it!”

Although I didn’t like the idea of riding myself, I loved the feeling it gave me. I decided to do something to get back at Frankie. She hated when I wasn’t holding onto her, it made her think I was going to fall off. I let go slowly and spread my arms out either side of me, the only thing keeping me in the bike were my thighs clutching onto it. I could hear her screaming at me to hold on again which only made me laugh more.

We soon arrived at our club. We were way ahead of the others. My legs were a little shaky from trying to keep on the bike. As I shook my hair out of the helmet, Frankie began yelling at me.

“You know I hate it when you do that! Why do you do it? It scares the hell out of me!”

I only laughed harder.

The others turned up and I could see Alex and Bea trying to not laugh. Everyone mounted off of their bikes, watching as Jax and Bea held up their keys, both obvious leaders. Jax let Bea open it up. I looked up at the sign 'Cara Cara Club’ which wasn’t turned on because it was daytime. Although it hadn’t been used, the place looked alright from the outside, it still needed some work though. Luann had mentioned that she started to build it and wanted to start it up but ran out of money just before she could. The men let us go in first. It was dark until Bea flicked on the lights, illuminating the room.

It was spacious, booths lined up against the wall as the tables filled the other spaces; a huge bar stood at the back parallel to the stage. I gasped as I saw it. There was no limit to how many dance numbers I could perform on that space. I walked away from the group, using the steps to get on stage. A little bit stuck out and I stood there, looking out to the room.

“Show us your tits!” Frankie screamed out. I scoffed before turning around slowly.

“You gonna give us a show then?” Jax’s voice startled me. Looking down I saw that he was leaning against the stage.

I tried to laugh it off.“That’s something you don’t want to see.”

“How would you know?” he smirked before walking away.

Trying to ignore the tiny bit of flirting, I hopped off stage and followed Alex out of the room, wanting to explore more. Down the corridor I could see Frankie and Bea entering an office whereas we were headed in the other direction. There were spare rooms (I didn’t want to think about what they would be used for) and a dressing room lined with mirrors and tables for makeup, along with clothes racks. Alex grabbed my hand and dragged me further down the corridor to the final door. It had a label stating that it was the basement.

“There’s no way I’m going down there.” I protested, crossing my arms.

“You watch horror films all the time, you can’t be scared of a basement can you?”


“I’ll protect you, I promise.”

I went to argue again until I felt someone clamp their hands on my shoulders whilst yelling out. I screamed grabing Alex for protection. Turning around, Tig was laughing whilst I was trying to regain my breath.

“What the hell, Tig!?” I shouted at him.

“I’m sorry darlin’, I just had to.”

“You know I can ban you from here, right?”

“No, but we’re business partners so you can’t.”

“I can try.”

He walked away chuckling. I turned back to Alex who was opening the door. She turned on the lights before walking down the steps. All that was down there were the boilers and main switches for the electricity. The cellar for the alcohol was in a different part.

“Well that was boring.” Alex huffed as she turned around to leave.

I grabbed onto her arm before she could move.“Alex, how long have you known those guys?”

“For years. I used to live here for a while, I sold drugs to them. When I left I made sure they still got what they want. Before we met you, Frankie and Bea came back with me for a little reunion and we helped them out with some club stuff.”

“I thought we were supposed to be getting away from this sort of life. Motorcycle clubs were the reason we left-”

She suddenly turned angry.“They are nothing like the others! Don’t mention it to them. In fact, don’t bring it up, ever.”

“I never said that they were the bad ones, it’s just….after all that happened and now we’re suddenly doing business with these outlaws? They may not be the trouble but they could bring it. What if the others come back for us? For me!?”

“They won’t come back, you’re safe now. This conversation ends now.”


“Can someone help me please? I think I’ve read these instructions wrong.” I called out in the house yet received no reply.

After inspecting Cara Cara Club closer and trying to forget my conversation with Alex, the club had to rush off as they had a meeting. They wanted us to stay for drinks but they didn’t know how long they would be. We understood and decided to see our own home. As we arrived I started to feel nervous. This all seemed like a repeat, as if I was doing this all over again. We were supposed to be getting away from it all, not attracting the danger.

Our house was no mansion, but with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, study, kitchen and garage it was exactly what we needed. Bea had been smart enough to save her money she earned from her drug selling which helped pay for everything. Each one of us grabbed the boxes, taking multiple trips back and forth between the car to get everything inside. Once done we decided to order takeaway and save un-packing for the next day.

Well, Frankie was right about one thing.

The next morning, we all started to make the house our home. However, as soon as the valuables and personal belongings were out of the way, some D.I.Y had to be done. Some furniture came with the house, luckily the only room that needs furnishing was the dining room. I figured that I would start with the chairs, they didn’t seem so hard to build.

“Hello!” a familiar, Scottish male voice rang through the house. Who left the front door open!?

“In here Chibs!” Lord knows where the others were.

He leaned against the door frame.“Hey lass, whatcha’ doin’ down there?”

I was sat on the floor with the chair not even half built. Pieces laid around me along with the nails and screws. My hand limply held onto the hammer. I was bored and frustrated, this was only the first chair.

“Well, I’m trying to build some furniture. It seems that I’m on my own though, I have no idea What the others are doing.” I sighed.

“You need some help?” Jax appeared at the door.

“No thank you, I know you’ve got more important things to worry about.”

“No really, I don’t mind.”

“We were jus’ goin’ to head on up to the club, wanted to make sure everything was ok before we really get down to business.” Chibs explained.“We were jus’ wonderin’ if you girls wanted to join us.”

“Tell the others wherever the hell they are that they can go. I’ll manage this.”

As Chibs left, Jax came and sat by me. I was glancing over the instructions again and again, not understanding where I went wrong. I may have not had much experience with building but I wasn’t an idiot.

“Pass it here.” Jax smiled.

The others soon left and I was sort of thankful. When I first saw them that morning they hadn’t been helping too much, either laying around doing nothing or not taking this seriously. Ideally, I wanted everything unpacked and ready before the evening but that didn’t look like it was going to happen. As soon as Jax took over the chairs were built in no time. Granted, I sat back and he did most of the work but I kept him company and have him some beers. We were able to build the table together though as that defintely needed two people. Finally after two hours of building, the table and chairs were finished.

We were leaning our backs on the wall as we say down, Jax lighting a cigarette. He offered me one which I politely declined.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but how did you end up becoming friends with people like Bea, Frankie and Alex?” his head lulled to the side to look at me as smoke emitted from his mouth.

I hesitated.“Sort of caught up at the wrong time. A friend of mine had an abusive boyfriend and I tried to help. The girls were there to help even though we were strangers.”

“But you stuck with them?”

“Yeah, it was more serious than it sounds.” I took a swig of beer.

“That’s loyalty right there. They ever tell you about us?”

“No, never.”

“Probably didn’t want to scare you off.”

“Believe me, I have seen worse.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, you don’t want to know.”

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“Dammit Gemma! How do you talk me into this shit?” you gasped as you struggled to lift two hundred and fifty pounds of dead weight.

“Shut up sweetheart, we have to get him out of here before church is over. Now, lift with your knees, Y/N!” Gemma snapped.

You glared at your old man’s mother as you bent down to grab said dead weight’s feet again. “Tell me again, how he got dead?” you huffed.

Gemma blew out an exhausted breath as she dropped her half of dead guy and sat down on the picnic bench that was outside the clubhouse. “I found him this way,” you lifted an eyebrow, “Don’t look at me that way, I didn’t kill him!”

“So if you didn’t kill him and I didn’t kill him, why can’t we tell the guys?” you asked , taking a cigarette from her. 

“The club has to much other shit to worry about, between the Irish, the Aryan Brotherhood and Stahl,” she paused to light her own smoke, “ a dead body is just inconvenient.”

“Well, he doesn’t have ink, so I’m guessing not a rival MC, so civilian,” you groaned, “We can’t do this alone. This bastard’s heavy,” you looked down at him in disgust, “Who do you think we should get? Tig?”

Gemma nodded, “Tig. He knows a lot of hiding places for bodies.”

“Fine, chapel should be about wrapped up, I’ll go get him. You watch the lot,” you walked away murmuring about how Jax was going to kill you. 

Walking into the clubhouse, you sighed, the doors opened to the chapel and the Sons came strolling out. You were glad that Tig was the second one out, “Tig! Hey, Gemma needs your help with something!”

He paused to look at you, distrust plainly evident, “With what?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “With something outside, asshole! Please?” If he made you beg, you swore to God that you were gonna kill him.

“Hey darlin’! Aren’t you going to come say hello?” Jax grinned at you. 

You smiled at him and leapt into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as you kissed him. “Does mom need my help?”

“Uh no, no! She was just trying to get some stuff ready for storage. I knew that you and Clay have a meeting in Oakland, so I thought Tig would be the best one to help,” you replied sweetly.

Jax narrowed his eyes at you, smacking his hand against your ass, smirking at your yelp, “You’re up to somethin’ sweetheart, I’ll get it out of you later. Tig go help ‘em.”

You smiled, not trusting yourself to speak, you turned quickly and grabbed Tig by his kutte and pulled him out the door. He had taken two steps outside when he saw the body and he froze.

“Nope, Hell no!” he all but yelled. You and Gemma both shushed him, “N. O. The last time I helped you two with a dead guy, I ended up with gun delivery for two weeks and missed out on all the pussy,” he just shook his head over and over. He started backing away with his hands up in the air.

“TIG! you shouted, “If you don’t help me, I swear to everything holy that I’ll tell Jax about you trippin’ balls on ‘shrooms, and that that is how I ended up with a black eye.”

He looked at you in surprise, “You wouldn’t! You know I thought you were one of those life size d-,’ his eyes narrowed as he watched you smirk, “You are one evil bitch, Y/N.”

You grinned at him, Gemma rolled her eyes, “Dead guy not staying fresh here?”

The three of you picked him up and were almost to the van, when the club doors opened, you looked at Tig who had just shut his eyes, “Dammit!”

“What the hell did you two do?!” Clay bellowed.

You and Gemma dropped the body and Tig fell backwards trapped under the guy. You spun around and started shaking your head, pointing at Gemma, “It was her, I had nothing to do with this one.”

“Traitor, she mumbled. “Clay I found the guy like this, we were just taking out the trash.”

Tig was yelling from under the guy, that he was heavy and smelled like he had shit himself and would someone please get him out from under him,

 Jax just shook his head at the three of you, “You’re all very unbalanced individuals.”

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“She started it and I ended it”(Jax Teller) {Part 2}

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You were walking towards the car when a hand gripped your arm stopping you from moving any further. “Hey doll, Lets get drunk my house alright?” It was Gemma “Oh thank god how many bottles you got?” You asked her “Just enough for us to black out” Gemma smirked smiling back at her “You got it” You replied.

“My car, I don’t need you to be driving when your way passed drunk” She said nodding your head you followed her towards her car and jumped into the passenger seat.

“Like old times?” Gemma said “Like old times Gem” You nodded and sped off towards her house.

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Requested by @cherieann-2001:One with Jax where I’m Tara s cousin and she hates me (since we were kids) but Gemma likes me because I have been helping Jax with the boys and the whole situation with Tara. He has been flirting with me but I’m scared to flirt back because Tara has threatened my younger brother whose autistic….. you take it from there

“Well, shake it up, baby, now (Shake it up, baby)
Twist and shout (Twist and shout)
C'mon c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby, now (Come on baby)
Come on and work it on out (Work it on out)“ 

I sang and danced around the kitchen making breakfast for the boys and Jax. Thomas sat in his highchair, banging on his tray with a spoon, hollering  shaking his body, and giggling. Abel was standing on the counter, helping me cook breakfast, he was also singing, dancing and laughing.

The back door opened and Gemma walked in, she leaned against the door frame watching us. I reached over, turning the music off my phone, reaching up, pulling Abel down from the counter.

“Go wake up daddy…breakfast is almost ready buddy!” I rubbed the top of his head.

“Okay (Y/N/N)!” Abel ran from the room. I flipped the last off the pancakes from the griddle to the serving plate. Carrying it to the table, pouring a mug of coffee for Jax, myself and Gemma.

“Hungry Gem?”

“No baby! You’re doing a great job taking care of my boys.”

“Their family…” I sipped my coffee. “I’m going back home today…Tara gets out.”

“You should stay…..the boys love you.”

I would but Tara and I don’t get along. Actually she’s hated me since we were kids, better she doesn’t know I was here.”

Jax came into the kitchen smiling. “So, I understand there’s entertainment with breakfast this morning?”

Abel started laughing. “Twist and shout….shake it up baby now!” Thomas started to shake his body in hos highchair.

Jax raised his eyebrow. “What are you teaching my boys?” 

I laughed. “In case the biker life doesn’t work out for them, they can always be dancers.”

He threw back his head and laughed, he reached out and covered my hand. “I hope you know, how much I appreciate your help with the boys.”

“I’m family…” I didn’t want to tell him. I’d be gone before he got back with Tara.


My get-a-way didn’t go as planned, I was still at the house when Tara and Jax got home. My damn piece of crap car wouldn’t start, Chibs and Juice came over and towed it to TM.

I was going to be stuck in Charming for at least two days, I plastered a smile on my face, knowing Tara was going to lose her shit when she saw me. The only thing I could do, was make lunch, and hope it helped.

The front door opened. I heard Abel yell out “Mommy!” I stepped out of the kitchen. Her green eyes narrowed when she saw me, yet she kept a smile on her face.

I smiled knowing that a storm of anger was brewing just under Tara’s surface. “Lunch is ready!”

Jax smiled. “I can get use to this….maybe you should move in permanently. I’ve been spoiled to the home cooked meals, and laundry!”

I smiled. “I’ve got to get back home.”

“Yes Jax, we can’t keep (Y/N). She’s got a life to get back to, no matter how mundane it is.” She smirked at me, and stood in the living room. Jax walked into the kitchen, stopping to kiss me on the cheek.

Tara stormed towards me, grabbing my arm, dragging me down the hall. “This is MY family! I will take care of them, you have an hour to get out of my house or Tucker will be out on the street!”

“I was only trying to help, you ungrateful bitch! I can’t believe you’d do that to Tucker, just because you hate me!”

“Since I pay for his schooling and everything, I can do what I want. You can’t afford that expensive, special needs school. He’s doing so well, it would be such a set back, if he was sent to a regular public school.”

I stared at her wondering how she could be such a monster. I started towards the door. “Don’t ever come back to Charming….don’t call me or my family.”

My shoulders slumped as I walked out the door, I grabbed my bags and left the house. Walking down the street, wondering how the hell I was going to get out of town with no car.


I opened the door expecting to find the guy that delivered food from the local Chinese restaurant. “Jax, what are you doing here?”

“Why did you leave? You didn’t even say good bye, to me or the boys?”

I looked down. “It was time for me to go, Tara was back….”

“Did she threaten you?” His blue eyes blazed with anger.

“My brother Tucker is autistic, he goes to a special private school. Tara pays for it, she threatened me with not paying for it anymore. She’s hated me since we were kids, I’m not sure why…” I looked up at him. “Tucker loves his school, and he’s doing really well, I’ll do whatever I have to for his well being and happiness.”

Jax moved forward. “Tara has been different since she came back. She faked a pregnancy, and blamed a miscarriage on my ma…”

“Oh my God Jax…I’m so sorry!” 

“Can I come in for a while? I could really use a friend,” I let him inside, wondering if it was a mistake, but nit caring. He pulled me into his arms, hugging me. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and the boys.”

“You’re welcome Jax…” 

“I love you (Y/N)…”

I closed my eyes, “I think I love you too Jax…..but you’re married to my cousin.”

“She’s filed for divorce, you don’t have to be afraid of her, I’ll take care of Tucker…..”

I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him. “Thank you!”

He pulled me close to him. “You’re welcome beautiful. Will you come back to Charming?” I nodded my head, smiling at him. “Good, we’ve missed you.”


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Wild Things

Originally posted by charliehunnnamm

Originally posted by blacktabs

Originally posted by rubandscrub

A/N: here is the first chapter of my series called Wild Things. Leah Morrow is the princess of Samcro. Clay & Jax are very protective of 17 yr old Leah, things go downhill when she starts dating a very dangerous boy. First chapter is short but GIVE FEEDBACK PLEASE! 😍

It was the dead of night when I heard small tapping on my window. I wipe away the tiredness as I slipped my glasses on. I looked out my window to see my sweet boyfriend Mason throwing pebbles at my window. I quickly text him and tell him he’s asking to die by coming here. He jumped onto the tree and made his way inside my room. He instantly takes my head in his hands and kisses me.
“Babe..if my dad OR my brother find you in here, we’re both dead!” I whisper to him, he just rolled his eyes and pulled you on to his lap.
“Come On Baby, I’m not scared of them.” Mason says with a shrug, he has no idea how crazy my family was. Mason hand traveled up my thigh as I leaned in to kiss him. The kiss turned into more, and before I knew it was on top of him. As I peel off my tank top, my bedroom door opened.
“Who the fuck is that?!” My big brother Jax says as he pulls his gun on him. You slid your shirt on and ran in front of Jax. Mason stood up, shirtless, he couldn’t but roll his eyes.
“Jesus Christ Jax! He’s a friend! Go!” I yell at Jax who didn’t bear to nudge, he pulled out his cell phone. “Mason go” I tell him as he goes to leave my window, Jax pulls him.
“Don’t come near her again punk” Jax threatens him, causing Mason to laugh. I sighed loudly as I sat on my bed and sparked a cigarette.
“Do you really have to ruin everything for me?!” I complain, Jax sat next to you and took the cigarette.
“You’re smoking now too? You’re 17 come on Leah.” Jax mumbles out to me, I rolled my eyes and opened my bedroom door. “You can leave Jackson. Thanks for ruining my night.” I spit out, Jax hung his head low as he left.
I put my headphones on to try to drown my night out. I understand Jax is my brother but fuck he is ruining so much for me. I close my eyes and start to get lost in my music.
“Leah Morrow! What the fuck were you thinking by having a boy here?!” My father yells as he enters my bedroom. Throwing my headphones to the side, I look my father dead in the eyes.
“You And Jackson both! Stop ruining my life!” I scream out, crossing my arms tightly.

“No boys allowed here. You’re 17 damn years old Leah.” My dad spat out before leaving the bedroom. I lock my bedroom door and dial the number of the one person who would understand.
“Hey Leah everything alright?” I heard my friend Juice answer the phone. “Not really Juice. Got into a fight with both dad and Jax. I don’t know what to do anymore.” I admit to him with a big sigh.
“Did they find out about Mason?” Juice questions you, ever since Juice became a prospect, you guys had a brother/sister type friendship, he knew everything about you.
“Well, Mason popped up at my house out of the blue, we were making out and Jax busted in with a gun. He ends up calling my dad. They keep ruining everything for me.” I sighed pretty big as Juice did as well.
“Aw shit. You know they do that because you’re the baby and they love you” Juice begins to say before I cut him off. “Yeah but they’ve ruined half my high school experience” I say as tears started falling down my face.
“I know Leah, its bullshit. Let me call you right back, Jax and Clay got here.” Juice tells me before hanging up. Anger filled my body, I grabbed a bag and started stuffing clothes into it.
I slid out of my window and started running towards the street, Mason told me to meet him at his apartment. The walk was about 30 minutes but I decided to go the longer way, soon enough mom will figure out I’m gone.
The familiar sound of your ringtone started playing over and over. Pulling your phone out you had 5 missed calls from mom, 10 from Dad and 16 from Jax. I roll my eyes and send Jax a text saying I’m okay but I’m not coming home.
Walking up the apartment stairs I see mason leaning against his door, a cigarette in hand, a bottle in the other. I smiled to myself, knowing tonight will be a good one. I walked out and gave Mason a long kiss before taking his cigarette. My phone went off again, you notice it was Juice.
“Hello?” I answer, a sigh of relief came across Juice.
“Where the hell are you? Clay and Jax are going insane Leah” juice admits, I took a big swig of the bottle, Mason head in your neck, leaving kissing.
“Tell then I’m fine! I gotta go bye juicy!” I excitingly say, hanging up before he could answer. I take Masons hand and led him into the apartment.

Just by Chance Masterlist

After running away from home, (Y/N), finds herself being picked up by the Sons on the side of a road when her car breaks down. Finding herself handling the Sons’ issues better than her own, she ends up running away a little longer than planned. Living with the Sons for a year gave her more sense of family than she ever felt in her small hometown in Kansas, but a trip to say goodbye to her old life turns her plans upside down. What will (Y/N) and the Sons do when memories are forgotten?

A Chibs x Reader Fanfic Series.

Just By Chance - Part 1 

  • (Y/N) finds herself on the side of the road with a car that won’t start and a phone with no signal.

Just By Chance - Part 2 

  • (Y/N) finds herself in an explosive situation at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse.

Just By Chance - Part 3

  • Now that (Y/N) is stuck with SAMCRO for awhile she decides to help out where she can, from taking care of the kids to lending a shoulder to cry on. 

Just By Chance - Part 4 

What this series includes is below (Spoilers)

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Car Wash For Charming

Hey everyone! It’s been ages since I’ve written a Juice fic, but here’s the first of three I’ve been working on! I wrote it this after and it’s not perfect, but hope you all enjoy it :)

“I’ve called this meeting with everyone because we’re running out of ideas.” Jax said, sitting on a bar stool before everyone in the clubhouse.
“As you know, we’re going completely legit. Redwoody is going well, but it’s still new and the profit isn’t enough to pay everyone. And the garage really isn’t bringing in much anymore. I’ve spoken to the boys, and we need help. So, let’s hear it.”
Penny, Lyla, Tara and Gemma sat in thought. As much as the club was for the guys, the women loved the Sons, and Teller Morrow, and were keen to help out however they could.
“What if we… Oh this is silly.” Penny began.
“No, babe, tell us! Can’t be any worse than anything else we’ve tried.” Penny’s Old Man, Juice, replied.
“Well, I was thinking, and I mean this without disrespect, but the Sons and Teller Morrow have kind of a bad reputation in Charming.”
“Exactly what we’re tryin’ to change, doll.” Tig replied, quickly shutting up as Juice gave him a threatening look.
“Right, so what if you guys did something for Charming? Give back, show them you’re working towards being the club you should be.”
“And how would we do tha’ lass?” Chibs asked.
“There’s a fair coming up, right? We could get a booth and do a car wash. Charge ten bucks or something, do a really good job, but then donate all the money back to Charming.”
Murmurs rippled through the group, everyone nodding.
“That’s a great idea, Pen, but how do we get people in? They’d just turn up their noses and walk passed.” Happy added.
“You could offer a free tune up or detailing for anyone who gets their car washed. They’d have to present a voucher or something, so you’d know they were legit, but that’s easy done.”
As everyone pondered the idea, Penny leant over to her best friend, Lyla, and whispered in her ear.
Lyla passed it on to Tara and Gemma, who smirked and nodded.
“What are you girls up to?” Jax asked.
“Another way to promote and get people in - sex sells.” Lyla said.
The guys all looked confused, wondering what exactly was involved in a sexy car wash.
“We’ve got some of the best looking guys in Charming, right?”
The guys all looked smug, agreeing.
“Wait, what the hell do you want us to do?” Chibs asked, not seeming to really want the answer.
“Not anything you don’t already do. You just need to wash the cars topless. Maaaybe pantless.” Penny replied.
An outrage sounded as the guys objected. Tig seemed to be the only one unphased.
“Guys, guys, hold up! Now, that would bring the ladies in, but what about the men of Charming?” He asked.
“Oh, well, you know the men of Charming, very patriotic and the like, always wanting to do what’s needed to make Charming the amazing small town it is…” Penny tried.
“No, no, no, if we gotta do this, you do too.” Jax said.
“Need I remind you that all this mess was the men’s fault??” Tara added.
“Look, it’s only fair. Plus, you’ll want to keep an eye out on all those flirty women out there. They won’t be able to keep their hands off this.” Opie said, pulling up his shirt to reveal his muscular stomach.
“Ope!” Lyla laughed, swatting her hand at him.
“See? These randy women! If that’s what happens to our ladies, what’s gonna happen when the whole of Charming lay eyes on us?”
“Alright, alright, we’ll do it!” Penny conceded.
“We’ll have to promote the crap out of it, though. Make sure people know. And not just flyers, we’re gonna need to go online. Set up a Facebook page. Gemma, can you organise a booth?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart, I’ll call today.” Gemma replied.
“Great, Juice and I can sort out Facebook. Maybe us girls can do some promo handing out flyers.”
“Just one thing,” Jax began.
“There’s a lot of money going out for this, when does it come back in again?”
“You gotta spend money to make it. We got a lot of reputation to repair, it’s gonna cost.” Chibs replied.
“I’ll look at what cash we got. Can probably move some stuff around from the club funds, make it stretch, cover what T-M can’t.” Bobby said.
“Redwoody can probably pitch in, our sales are picking up now we’ve added merchandise.”
“So, we all good with this?” Jax called.
Everyone let out a resounding “aye!”
“Penny, you might have just saved T-M.” Juice said, kissing her.
“And that deserves a drink!” Chibs called, and everyone headed towards the bar.

The fair was two weeks away, and the girls had been out promoting Teller Morrow and their booth. Penny knew it was a cheap shot, but they all dressed up in their shortest shorts and crop tops, getting as many people to take a flyer.
Thank God it’s summer, Penny thought to herself.
“The comments and snide looks from girlfriends will be so worth it when it gets T-M in the good books.” Penny reminded them as they headed back to the garage.
“You’re both free for the video shoot tomorrow, yeah?”
Both Tara and Lyla nodded.
“I’ve got one of my camera guys coming out tomorrow to shoot it, so it’ll be professional.” Lyla replied.
“Awesome! Don’t forget, bikinis and tans only.” Penny grinned and the girls walked into the clubhouse.
“What’s this about bikinis and tans?” Juice asked.
“We’re shooting the video for the car wash tomorrow, remember? You guys have to bring your swimming shorts.” Tara replied.
“Babe, I dunno if I can do this.” Juice said, pulling Penny aside.
“What are you talking about? You’re a total stud, and, just between you and me, the hottest one out of all this lot.”
Juice chuckled.
“No, I mean, you being on display for all the guys to see. I just don’t want guys to think they can just make a move on you just because you’re washing their car. It’s not worth it.”
“Aw, babe, it’ll be fine. No one is gonna a lay a hand on me. They might look, but you’re the only one that gets to touch.”
“Damn right I am.” Juice said, kissing Penny and grabbing her backside.
Penny smacked him playfully on the shoulder, and they rejoined the group.

“Aaaand, ACTION!”
“We here at Teller Morrow are proud to call Charming home. We want to give back to this town, so if you wanna help out, come down to the fair on Saturday. We’ll be washing your cars all day, with all proceeds going back to Charming. Make sure you grab your voucher for a free tune up or detailing, we’ll see you there!” Jax ended his spiel and the group smiled at the camera.
“Cut! Great job guys!” The cameraman said.
“Not so hard, was it?” Penny said.
“I’m pretty hard.” Tig replied, to the groans of everyone.
“How’s our numbers looking?” Jax asked Penny.
“Honestly, pretty good, considering. Facebook is getting a lot of likes, and I’ve had some of our friends giving good reviews. I’ve been promoting the crap out of the fair, on our page and Charming’s.”
Jax smiled and headed over to Tara.
“I’m gonna put the video up as soon as it’s been edited, hopefully that helps even more.” Penny said to Juice.
“Have I told you yet how proud I am? We needed you, and you stepped up.”
“You have, but you can tell me again.” Penny smiled.
An alarm sounded, and she checked her phone.
“Damn, I gotta get back to work, I’ll see you at home after my shift?”
“Sure thing, babe.”


The video had gone viral around Charming, and the Facebook page had exploded. A lot of comments came from men and women alike, all keen for the “hot bikers” and “sexy biker chicks” to “service their cars.”
At least that’s what Penny hoped they’d meant, and not the innuendo that she’d read into the comments.
The guys were loading up all the gear for the car wash into the back of the garage truck.
“Okay, everyone! Tomorrow is going to be a long, hot day, but remember to have fun, and we’ll all hang out after at the fair. Gemma and the prospects will man the booth, and prospects and crows will take over for the guys on lunch breaks. Now get some rest and we’ll see you all bright and early tomorrow!” Penny said, excusing everyone to get to bed.
Nearly everyone was on time the next morning. Happy and Tig got to the fair a little after everyone else, Tig sporting a red mark on his head.
“Dude ate the last of my cereal.”
“That didn’t call for you throwing a full jug of milk at my head!” Tig exclaimed, scowling at Happy.
“Sure it did. I didn’t have any cereal, what else would I have done with the milk?”
“Tig, maybe head back to T-M, give Bobby a hand if he needs it.” Gemma said, and Tig did as he was told.
“Really? A whole jug of milk at his head? Couldn’t you have just made him buy you more cereal?” Juice asked.
“Yeah, but the punishment had to fit the crime.” Happy replied, smile on his face.
Once the booth and supplies had been set up, people slowly started trickling through the gates.
“Time to de-robe, people.” Opie said.
Everyone had suddenly become shy.
“Come on guys, it’s for the club!” Lyla encouraged, and they all started to remove their shirts.
Their confidence was boosted as a group of young people walked through, whooping and cheering.

The day was going well, they were backed up with the cars waiting to be washed. Everyone had to go in pairs for lunch, and Gemma brought around sunscreen for everyone to apply.
“How are we doing?” Penny asked, applying more cream.
“Great! We’ve made over five hundred dollars, and we’re halfway through.”
They all high-fived, getting back to washing.
Penny and Juice had a lot of fun flirting while washing the cars, and the guys and girls challenged each other to see who could wash more cars. The smack talk and wet sponges flew back and forth between the groups.
By mid-afternoon, they had taken their last clients for the day, still plenty of cars left to go.
“Hey, has anyone moved the cash box?” A prospect asked.
“No, only you guys and Gemma have been around it.” Lyla replied.
“Juice and I are about to get our lunch, we’ll look for it.” Penny said, pulling her shirt over her head.
“I hope it’s not far, we got two hours before we gotta hand everything over to the mayor, and if we don’t have it, it’s not looking good for us.” Juice said.
“Keep thinking positive, babe, we’ll find it.”
They looked in the garage truck, got Gemma to check her car again, and searched the booth multiples times over.
“Ok, don’t worry, we can give them the books to show what we brought in today. Get Bobby to write a check from T-M. We can take some money from our savings and give them that. If we find the cash box, then we can put it back.” Juice said to Penny.
“That’s the best plan, at least T-M still looks good.” Penny said.
“No way, that’s way too much. I’m sure if we explain-“ Jax started.
“Charming is already suspicious of us. If they know the money is missing, they won’t believe a word we say, truth or lie.” Happy replied.
“Alright, we got twenty minutes before handover time, someone call Bobby and get that cheque down here.” Jax said.
“I’ll be back in a sec, babe, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Penny said to Juice, heading to the toilets with a heavy heart.
The club had worked so hard to make this happen, to turn their image around.
Walking into a cubicle, Penny spotted a pair of lacy underwear that had been left near the U-bend of the toilet.
“Classy.” She said, about to turn and find another toilet to use when she spotted something wedged in behind the bend.
The group turned and Penny held up the cash box over her head, dancing around in excitement.
They all came in and hugged, breathing a collective sigh of relief that the day had been a complete win for the club before heading over to the booth.
The handover was success, the club having raised over a thousand dollars. The mayor accepted the money in front of a crowd who congratulated them.
“So where was the box, exactly?” Gemma asked.
Penny told them about finding the underwear, and then seeing the box.
“That box has seen unspeakable things.” Happy said.
“What do you two look so sheepish for?” Chibs asked a crow eater and prospect.
“Well, Gemma put me in charge of the cash box, while she was on lunch. I had to go to the bathroom, so I took it with me to keep an eye on it.” The crow eater replied.
“I might have followed her in and…” the prospect began, stopping as everyone caught on.
“Seriously guys? Come on.”
Everyone was laughing and shaking their heads.
“Well, you’re both on toilet duties, for a month. If there’s a blocked toilet, you’re on call.” Jax said.
“And we get a lot of blocked toilets at mine and Tig’s.” Happy added.
The crow and prospect shuddered.
“I think it’s time we went and had a little fun, don’t ya think?” Penny whispered to Juice.
“Agreed. Don’t know how I managed to wash any cars with you walking around in that bikini and shorts.” Juice replied.
“I could say the same to you. Make out on the haunted house ride?” Penny grinned.
“You got it, babe.”

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Obsessive - Part 24

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.

Headcannon - Being Clay’s Daughter Would Include...

Originally posted by come-join-themurder

  Request; Being Clay’s daughter, Gemma’s stepdaughter, and Jax’s stepsister would include… *spoilers below*

  • Being the biker princess
  • Clay teaching you to ride and shoot when you were young
    • The club all took turns looking after you when Clay was out doing club matters
      • Bobby absolutely took you on road trips to watch Fat Elvis
      • Juice taking you clubbing when you grow up and you wingwomaning for him
      • Tigs stealing you things from shops when you had a bad day
        • Sometimes you’d come home to jewellery or knick nacks 
  • Gemma basically taking you on as her own
    • You still living with them since Clay is protective af
    • Gemma teaches you to look after her birds (a trade secret)
  • Working with the mechanics at the autoshop
    • and teaching Chucky the trade of the books when he arrives
  • None of the boys ever touching you because Clay’s daughter is off limits
    • They all see you as their little princess anyway
  • Jax loving you more than anything
    • And you trusting him with your life
  • Loving Clay despite all the bad he has done
    • Trying to stop the club from killing him everytime he fucks up
  • Becoming Jax’s right hand lady when he becomes prez
    • You learnt a lot from your dad about leading when he was in charge and have a mind for strategy
  • Gemma still lets you live with her even when she and Clay split up
    • She is never able to give you up as her kid
      • You look after her when she goes through her rough patches
  • Being best friends with Lyla 
  • Visiting Clay when he’s banned but not being able to fill him on on club matters
    • Still trying to make him feel important and loved
      • Clay firmly believes you’re the only good thing he has ever done
  • Gemma trying to make sure the club never talks shit about Clay in front of you
    • But you learn to accept that some things cannot be forgiven
  • Despite his mistakes, you still care for him
  • Being there when Clay is killed
    • Gemma pulling you into her shoulder while you cry and scream
  • The club having to reassure you it was the only way
    • You accept it, but never forget your dad
  • Jax letting you mourn for him even as a traitor
  • Becoming stronger and fiercer as you grow from your grief
  • Taking on Gemma’s place after Papa’s Goods and becoming Chib’s support
Swore I Would Never Come Back Here Again

Originally posted by sikanapanele

A/N: Here is (maybe?) Part 1 of my Sons of Anarchy/SPN Crossover. We’ll see how it goes….lol

Dean x Reader, Jax Teller x Reader, and the rest of SAMCRO

Warnings: mentions of smoking, angst, slight fluff(?)

Word Count: 1191

Dean found her sitting on a damp wooden bench not far from where he had parked Baby. One moment you were laughing as he drove into the next town, putting as much distance between the last hunt. However, as soon as he pulled up into the motel, your mood had shifted drastically. It was as if you had seen a ghost – a thought that he wanted to laugh at considering all the shit the two of you has seen in the span of 4 years.

Charming, California.

From what he could tell in the dead of night, it was a small little town. The only source of life was from a clubhouse not too far down the road from the motel, rows of Harley’s parked in the front.

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you can read part 1 here, part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here, part 5 here, part 6 here & part 7 here

Your phone ringed.


“Y/N where are you?”


“Where are you?”

“At the hotel.”

“I’m coming to pick you up.”

“Why?” Without any answer the phone died.

You looked at the screen of your phone. What’s going on. You thought to yourself. Can the day be worse.

A few minutes laters there’s a knock on your door. You opened and Gemma stormed into the room.

“Where are your friends?” She asks.

“They left.”

“Good. Come on.” She said placing her hand on your wrist and almost dragging you out of the door.

“Gemma what’s going on?” You said to her jacking your arm back.

“Does the name Travis say something to you.” You heart stopped at the sound of his name . Travis, how did she know about Travis. Was he here? “Y/N?” she says making your come back to reality. “Are you okay?”

You nod your head.

She takes your wrist again and dragged you out of the hotel room. “Come on. You can explain later.”

“Gemma. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Trust me.”

“How can I trust you? I know you for a few days!”

“Well do you have another option? They’re doing business at the TM now so I can take you to a safe place. Or you can run but without a car you’re not getting far.” She says pointing out all of the facts. . “I’m not going to ride you to them.” She looked at you. You couldn’t say anything to her. “Come on Y/n”

You walked with her out of the hotel room.


In the car you called Mike. You explained the situation to him and made sure he and Anna would run. He promised to not come back and you promised that you would check in a few times a day. If he didn’t hear from you for more than a day he would be making his way here.

Gemma parked in front of a house. Both of you got out of the car and you made your way towards the front door of the house. She opened the door and walked in, you followed her behind. Your head was going threw a few escape plans out of the house. Just in case. Gemma was nice to you and tried to help you from the beginning but you never know. Money talks louder than mind and knowing Travis, he can get everyone on his side with a smile and a pack of money. Everyone did what he told them.

“Come on in.” she says with a smile on her face. You looked around the house. It was a nice small house and the interior looked cosy. I looked like a home.

You follow her towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” She asks standing in front of the fridge.

“No thank you.” You said to her.

“Okay then.” She walks from the fridge towards a table in the middle of the kitchen. She sits down at one of the chairs and signs for you to sit in front of her. You walked towards the table and you sat in front of her.

“Are you going to tell me why they’re looking for you?” She says looking at you.

“Gemma, I …”

“Are they here to hurt you?” She said reaching from your hand.

“I would be happy if there were only here to hurt me.” She looks at you worried. “They wanted to kill me.”

The doorbell ringed. Gemma looked at you. She standed up from the table and a door next to the kitchen. “Hide her.” She says towards you. You walked towards her and got into the room. She closed the door.


Gemma made her way towards the front door. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Tig was standing on the other side. He walked into the house and Gemma closed the door behind him.

“Did you found her?” He asks her.

“I did but she’s in dangerous Tig.”

Gemma walked into the kitchen with Tig behind her.

“What do you mean?” He asks her. “Why are they here?”

Gemma looks towards him and walked towards a door. She opens the door and Tig sees you.

He looks at you worried.

“We have to her her out of here,” Gemma says.

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Obsessive - Part 32 - The Finale

The stalker is in Juice’s home and has attacked (Y/N). Can Juice intervene before its too late?

(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)

A/N: Its been a wild ride, you guys. Thanks so much for supporting the story and giving me your feedback. I enjoyed hearing all the theories about what was going on, (from Jax and YN playing with a ouija board when they were little, to the intruder actually being ant-man), the commentary has been hilarious, and I loved every minute of it. I always said I wouldn’t write Juice unless the idea was good and this one was great, given to me by none other than @codenamekaraortiz. Yup, it was her little seed that she planted in my brain and let me grow it. I hope I did your idea justice love. And I’m sorry for tricking you guys with that fake finale, but I am a prankster deep down and it was really fun writing that ‘alternate ending’ lol. I’m a Tig girl, I can’t help myself! Thanks for sticking with me anyway, dolls, and I hope this finale is well worth the little trick I played on you earlier!!!

**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)


You woke up being jerked up from the couch by your hair, pain radiating through your head and neck as you struggled to find your feet and your voice. You heard Juice yell out, “Let her go!” and then you were stricken with fear.

You knew without seeing him that John Howard was who had grabbed you.

A thousand thoughts crossed through your mind in a matter of seconds. How did he find you here? What did he want with you now? Why was he so obsessed with getting to you? You yelped in pain as you were pulled backwards away from Juice.

“J-JUICE!” You screamed a bloodcurdling scream, struggling against the perpetrator who had you by the hair, still trying to drag you away. Juice charged at the man, stopping short just as you felt something cold against your temple. A gun barrel.

“I will shoot your precious girlfriend in the head if you don’t BACK OFF Juan Carlos!” The man bellowed.

“You took my gun?” he asked, his voice trembling. You looked up at Juice’s face, tears filling your eyes the same as they did his.

All of a sudden you heard something behind you, and John must have as well as he let you go, spinning around to point his gun at Tig who appeared in the hall, boxers and kutte only, with his gun raised.
As soon as you hit the ground you clawed your way to Juice who dropped to his knees to check on you.

“Are you okay?” he panted, looking you over frantically. You couldn’t speak over your own breathing so you nodded, the floodgates opening as you began to sob. That moment was broken up when a gunshot rang throughout the house, John had fired his weapon.

“Tig!” Juice screamed, standing up to see that Tig had taken cover behind the living room wall.

You scurried behind Juice as John turned back to face you, “She belongs to ME!” He screamed, making to lunge at you when another gunshot rang out, this time from Tig’s gun, hitting John in the leg. Juice sprang forward, tackling John to the ground and knocking the gun out of his hand. You screamed as the two of them struggled, Juice landing a few punches, then John getting the upper hand and landing a couple more.

Tig rushed to your side, “We gotta get you out of here,” he spoke hastily, grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet before grabbing the gun that has skittered across the floor and tucking it in his kutte.

“No!” you struggled, “I can’t leave him!” you blubbered through tears.

“Doll I have one job that’s to keep you safe now let’s GO!” he urged, pulling your hand to take you away from the brawl that was going down in Juice’s living room.

Tig pulled you out the front door, grabbing his phone out of his kutte that he wore over his naked back, and hitting #2 on the speed dial which called Clay.
Clay picked up on the first ring.
“She’s fine.”
“He’s here, brother.”
“Yeah you need to get here, now!” Tig implored your father before ending the call.
As he lowered the phone from his ear there was a crashing sound from inside and you turned to run back inside, your arm pulled backward by none other than Mr. Trager himself.

“I have to go!” you pleaded with him, “He’ll kill Juice!”

“I can’t let you go in there, (Y/N), I’m sorry.”

You collapsed into a sobbing mess as you continued to hear the yells and crashes from inside the room, followed by motorcycle engines coming up the block.

Juice was battered and bruised. He was bleeding from his mouth and his nose, his knuckles busted up and his hand was most likely broken as he traded blows with the intruder in his home. He didn’t care about himself, he didn’t even care about winning the fight, he just hoped he could distract your attacker long enough for help to arrive. He was only worried about keeping him away from you.

Both men were exhausted, throwing punch after punch, rolling on the floor, returning to their feet and standing toe to toe before going back to the ground again. Juice punched John several times in the gunshot wound to his leg, causing him to yell out in agony as he assaulted the wound. Juice could hear you yelling for him outside the house, Tig’s even louder voice accompanying yours.

He was comforted momentarily by the thought that you were safe outside with Tig as he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, looking down to see blood pouring from his stomach.

John had stabbed him.

The stinging was replaced with a white hot fire coming from the site of the bleeding as his vision blurred.
He saw John grin, standing up and dusting himself off, “Time to go get my girl,” he taunted, panting, and headed towards the front door.

You were crying into Tig’s shoulder as your father, Jax, and Chibs came running up. All of a sudden the front door opened and you blearily turned to see who was stepping out of the house. Tig, Clay, Jax, and Chibs stood, drawing their guns in the direction of the backlit body in the doorway.
You didn’t have to see his face to know it wasn’t Juice.
You wailed, stumbling to your feet to charge the man between you and your lover when he lurched forward, toppling down the front steps with Juice Ortiz standing behind him, panting breathlessly as John Howard thudded to a stop on the ground in front of you.

Juice dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach.
As everything went black, your screams were the last thing he heard.

“JUICE!” You cried, sprinting to his side and looking him over. He was bleeding profusely and you didn’t have to be a doctor to know he didn’t have long before he would bleed out.
“Somebody do something!” you screamed, shaking him, trying to get him to remain conscious, “HELP!”

Tig, Clay, Jax and Chibs stood gaping at the scene, not sure of what to do.

“You have to DO SOMETHING,” you yelled at them through tears. 

All of a sudden, you saw the body of John Howard resurrected, standing up and turning towards you, “You BITCH!” he yelled, raising a fist before three gunshots rang out and he jolted, falling to the ground again, this time for good.

As Jax, Clay and Tig each put their guns away, Clay pulled out his phone and called 911. You cradled Juice’s lifeless head in your lap as you sobbed over his body and Chibs rushed over to start attending to his wounds. 


“Good morning,” a sweet voice called as he stirred, waking from a long and very strange dream. Juice opened his eyes to see you, sitting by his bedside in a hospital room. The pain in his stomach was the next sensation he discovered, wincing as he moved to get a better look at you.

“Hey…” he spoke feebly, his voice as beat up as his face, body, and hands.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, typing a text to Jax, letting him know Juice was awake, before putting your phone away and standing to walk over to his side.

“I feel like I fought a crazed lunatic,” he smirked, resting his head back against his pillow as you took his hand.

“You saved my life, Juice,” you told him earnestly, “I can never repay you for it.”

“Yeah, well,” he blushed a bit, “maybe a kiss is a good start,” he smiled and you leaned down to plant one on his lips, his hand finding the side of your face as he deepened the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth.

A whistle broke the two of you apart and you looked at Juice to see his blush was strong now, your cheeks adopting their own shade of crimson as well.
Jax, Tig, Chibs, Clay, Gemma and Bobby were filing into the room followed by Tara who was making her rounds, filling in for a colleague, and was there to check on him for the morning.

“Hey guys,” Juice grinned, trying to sit up and waving his casted hand at the horde standing before him. He was obviously happy to see his family, and you couldn’t blame him, you were happy to see them too.
“Juice,” your dad spoke sternly, causing you and he to furrow your brows at Clay’s complicated response.
Clay walked to his bedside, frustration and disappointment in his eyes as he stood beside you and looked down at your boyfriend.

Juice was visibly tormented, gulping loudly as Clay huffed heavily, “I can’t believe….” he trailed off, “that you would lay your life on the line to protect my baby girl,” Clay smiled.
“I had doubts about you. I didn’t think your head was in the right place. I didn’t think you would put yourself between (Y/N) and danger but you proved me wrong. There’s no better man I’d rather have for my daughter than you, Juice.”

Juice reached his hand out and Clay slapped it away, leaning down to hug the younger man as the rest of your family in the room ‘awwed’ and ‘whooped’.

Chibs x Reader

Summary: An imagine where you’re Eddys’ (Half Sacks) older sister, and Chibs’ old lady and Chibs tell you that your brother is dead, and has to stop you from going out and trying to kill Cameron (The Irish guy who killed him).

Authors note: When I talk about Eddy, I’m not talking about Edmond Hayes, I’m talking about Edward (Half Sack).


We were on Lockdown; that meant that all of the people that were family to the Sons of Anarchy had to stay in the clubhouse so that we they were all safe. Half Sacks my little brother, and I’m Chibs’ old lady; that’s why I’m here. I worry about them, not just Chibs and Eddy, the others aswell…because whatever’s going on isn’t good…it didn’t take a rocket scientist to work that out..

“Sweetheart, stop worrying so much, we’re gonna be fine” Chibs whispered into my ear, sensing my worry.

“You keep telling me this Chibs-”“Then maybe ya should listen to your old man for once, huh baby?” He interrupted, with a slight chuckle in his voice as he placed a quick kiss on my lips. I sighed in defeat, knowing that I should be used to this by now, the guys are always out doing risky shit…I just didn’t want anyone else to get hurt; especially not after happened with Donna…

“We’re gonna be alright, sweetheart, nothing bad is gonna happen,” he said as he pulled me into a hug.

“I love you,” I said hugging him back tightly.

“I love you too, darlin’, I’ll see you in a few hours,” he said as he pulled away from the hug and quickly kissed me before getting on his motorcycle along with the other Sons and riding away.

Time skip-half an hour later

“Where are you guys going?” I asked Gemma and Tara as they walked towards the car.

“You should be inside,” Gemma reminded me.

“So should you, both of you should,” I countered. Gemma knew me all too well and before I knew it she was walking over to me.

“Sweetie, you gotta stop worrying so much;we’ve got Half Sack coming with us, we’re gonna be fine and we’ll be back in a few, we’re just gonna run a few errands and plus it gets Abel out for a while, might even send him to sleep” Gemma said reassuringly, kissing my head “Now go back inside,” she said before turning around and walking back to the car. Before I walked back into the clubhouse I was stopped as Eddy pulled me into a hug.

“I’ll look after them sis, I promise,” Eddy reassuringly whispered to me.

“Just make sure you look after yourself too bro,” I whispered back.

“I always do,” He said, pulling out of the hug and jumping on his bike; and I watched them drive away,and headed back inside.

Time skip-that night

I heard the door to the clubhouse open and in came Chibs and the others,if I’m honest I was surprised that Eddy wasn’t with them…I hadn’t seen him, Tara or Gemma since they left to run errands hours ago.

“Hey guys,” I said as I walked up to them, they all mumbled a ‘hey’ back, except Jax; he seemed pissed and I knew better than to ask him what was wrong-if I was meant to know then someone would tell me. It was odd though none of the guys made any eye contact with me, not even Chibs. I knew then that something bad had happened.

“Chibs, what happened? Where’s Half Sack?” I asked as I walked up to him. The guys all turned to look at him, and that’s when Clay came up to him and whispered something in his ear, all Chibs did was nod, before grabbing my hand and leading me into a the room where all the church meeting were held.

“Chibs?” I asked, worry filling my head.

“Sit down sweetheart,” he said, but he still didn’t look me in the eyes.

“Chibs, you’re worrying me, what’s happened?” I asked, the worry from my head now filling my voice.

“Shit sweetheart..a lots happened,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he let out a big sigh.

“Talk to me baby,” I said reassuringly placing my hands on his.

“That Irish bastard took Abel, and Gemma is now on the run because she apparently killed his son and Zobelles daughter…” He explained-well that explained why Jax was pissed, losing Abels probably broke his heart, and having his mum on the run makes it worse…But that’s when I remembered that Tara and Eddy were with Abel and Gemma.

“How’d Cameron take Abel? He would’ve been with Tara and Eddy,” I stated. And that’s when for the first time since he came back, Chibs looked me in the eyes-I noticed that his were slightly filled with tears.

“Cameron tied Tara up in the nursery..” He said slowly.

“What about my brother, what did he do to Eddy?” I asked panic and worry coming over me.

“I’m so sorry baby girl…” Chibs whispered as he kissed my hands which he was now holding.

“What are you sorry for…he’s okay, he’s gotta be okay..” I whispered as tears began to cascade down my cheeks-he couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t.

“There’s was nothing anyone could do, sweetheart…” Chibs said a few tears falling from his own eyes.

“NO! NO…he can’t be dead,” I sobbed, rising from my chair.

“Y/N/N..” Chibs whispered as he walked over to me, trying to pull me into a hug, but I just pushed him away as I stormed out of the room. As I walked out of room all of the guys went silent, and Chibs was walking after me. I walked over to my bag and grabbed my gun from my bag and swung the door open before walking outside, ignoring all of the pleas from the guys to come back inside the clubhouse.

“Y/N/N, baby girl, please just come back inside,” Chibs begged as he ran and grabbed my arm.

“Y/N/N, cmon, think about this,” Clay said as he walked behind Chibs; Jax and the others following closely behind him.

“No! That Irish bastard killed my brother, my baby brother, so I’m gonna find him and put a bullet through his skull!” I snapped, the tears running down my cheeks.

“Y/N/N, I wanna do that too! He took my son…my baby boy, believe me he’s gonna pay for what he’s done, to both of our families,” Jax said as he stepped closer to me, his eyes filling with tears as he spoke about his son.

I didn’t say anything all I did was give Chibs my gun; he passed it to Clay as he pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my hair soothingly, as I cried into his chest

“He’ll get what’s comin’ to him baby girl, I’ll make sure of it.” Chibs whispered to me, as we pulled out of the hug Clay walked up to me and hugged me.

“We’re all gonna make sure of it kid, this guy messed with the wrong family,” Clay said as he placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling away from the hug ; as he looked between myself, Chibs and the group, especially Jax, Jax looked me straight in the eyes and I knew that he and the other guys were gonna make him pay for what happened to my brother, and make him pay for taking Abel as well. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learnt about this family, it’s that you don’t mess with us and get away with it.

Just by Chance - Part 3

Here’s a bunch of fluffy mushy shit. 

Honestly, this chapter is total shit. Not just fluff and mushy shit I mean literal shit

Originally posted by boredyet

You awoke to something falling in the other room, freezing out of fear as your eyes snap open only relaxing when you heard a certain Scot rattling off a string of curses. After the whole situation last night, both you and Chibs headed up to the cabin that the club would use from time to time. You were both met by Tig leaning against the porch smoking when you got there, just like Chibs, Tig was left without a home to go to now that the clubhouse was gone. After Tig had declared he was getting the main bedroom, you and Chibs fought over who would be getting the spare bed for a good 20 minutes before you gave up, letting Chibs win.

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New town, New start (Tig-Sons of Ararchy)

Request: A club imagine where you save gemma from a holdup at some convenience store and bring her back to tm where she offers you a job because she notices your new and u start to work there and end up with either tig or chibs (your choice) this could be a series if u want

Thank you for the request! Love the idea! I decided to pick tig so i don’t spam y'all with Chibs all day haha <3<3<3

Y/N was new to Charming, she moved there exactly a week ago. And today she had her job interview at the local animal hospital.

It was 4:30 PM and her interview was at 4:45 PM, so she decided to quickly get a water and a pack of gum from the small convenience store not far from the animal clinic.

“Are you serious?” An angry female voice shook Y/N out of her thoughts  while she waited in a short line to pay for her water and gum.

“Ma'am, we can’t let you go buy that much alcohol.” The manager said as some new law was just posted a month ago about the maximum amount of alcohol a single person can buy.

“You must be fucking shitting me. Just give me what i want and you can keep the change.” She said throwing a couple hundred dollars at the man.

“You can not bribe us in to selling you alcohol.”

“Yes i can! Watch me!” She said, starting to put the bottles of whiskey in to her bag.

“Ma'am we’ll need to call the cops if you don’t stop.” The manager said grabbing her hand.

“Hey hey.” Y/N felt like she needed to step in, “Sorry I’m late.” She said wrapping her hand  around the older woman’s waist in a friendly manner. “Oh, you grabbed my stuff as well?” She  said as she saw the woman looking at her with a confused expression. She winked at her, making the lady relax and send send the manager a smirk.

“Oh there is two of you?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yep. One,” Y/N said motioning to herself, “and two.” She motioned to the lady besides her.

“Oh, okay.. Sorry for the misunderstanding.” The man apologized. “Is there anything we can do for you?”

“Nah, we’re good.” The young girl said giving one two of the bags full of alcohol to the lady besides her and grabbing two of her own. “Actually, we could use a hand.” She said before nodding in the direction of the rest of the bags.

“Of course.” The man said and grabbed the other 4 bags before following them out to the lady’s car.

“Thank you.” Y/N said to the man who smiled at her. “Goodbye.” She said as he didn’t move.

“Oh, um.. goodbye, come again soon.”

“Thank you.” The lady said with an amused look on her face.

“Anytime.” The younger girl smiled as she put the bags in to the car.

“I’m Gemma. You’re new aren’t you?” The lady offerd her hand.

“Nice to meet you Gemma, I’m Y/N.” She took the hand and shook it. “Yeah, moved here last week. It’s a new town, new start. ”

“Welcome to Charming.” Gemma said eyeing the girl up and down.

“Thank you.” The girl smiled looking down at her phone, which read 5 PM. “Shit.”

Gemma raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of her.

“Sorry. I just missed my job interview.” Y/N sighed throwing her phone in to her purse.

“If you need a job there’s an opening at the bar.” Gemma lied. She wanted to fire that crow eater who has been flirting with Clay, for a while now.

“Really? That would be great.” Y/N smiled. Sure, it wasn’t the perfect job. But it was something.

“Yeah. Get in, I’ll drive you there and we can talk about everything.”


Once in the car the two women talked about the bar, about their families. Soon Gemma learned that Y/N moved here with her 16 year old brother who was kicked out by their parents after they caught him in bed with another boy.

“How old are you?” Gemma wondered. The girl next to her looked like she was in her mid 20’s but her attitude was so positive and bubbly that made her seem younger.

“I’m 25. I finished uni last year and got a veterinarian degree, so i hoped to get a job at the local animal clinic but oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow or something” She shrugged. “Besides having two jobs wouldn’t hurt as I’m the only one bringing money to this household of two.”

“You seem like you have it all planned out.” Gemma said as they pulled in to a parking spot at MT.

The two got out of the car and walked in to the club house where Gemma turned to the girl and told her to wait there. Before walking over to a blonde girl behind the bar.

“What? No! I need the money!” The blonde raised her voice and something told Y/N  that that wasn’t a smart move. Gemma seemed like the alfa woman in this house.

“Half  sack!  Show the crow eater out!” Gemma ordered a young looking boy, who couldn’t be much older than Y/N.

“Yes ma'am.” He said walking over to the blonde and grabbing her elbow, dragging her out.

“And don’t call me ma'am ever again if you wanna keep the one ball that you have.” Gemma said after him as she walked over to the awaiting girl.

“Okay so are you okay to work nights?”


“Good, you get the shift from 4 to midnight.”

“Got it.” The girl smiled. “Is there anywhere i can put my stuff?”

“Ready to work? Good girl.” Gemma said, pressing her hand on the small of her back and leading you to a small closed space behind the bar. “Maybe i should get you some more… appropriate clothes.” She said motioning to her  black A-line skirt that reached just above her knees and a white dress shirt that she had tucked in to it.

“Don’t worry about it, just get me a knife.” The younger girl smiled.

“Well then.” Gemma raised an eyebrow at her before looking around. “Tig!”

“Yeah?” He walked up to the duo, noticing the new girl right away. “Well hello there.” He said shamelessly looking her up and down.

“Give me your knife.” Gemma said punching his shoulder.

“Ow, what’s that for?” He looked at her.

“Stop fucking her with your eyes and give me your knife.” Gemma said making the girl besides her chuckle.

“Here.” He said handing her the knife, which she gave the younger girl.

“Thank you.” Y/N said to both of them before walking in to the closed Gemma showed her before.

Once inside she cut off the hem of her skirt, making it now reach her mid thigh before making another cut, on the left side, creating a high slip, exposing more of her leg.

“Not bad.” She smiled to herself before untucking her dress shirt, unbuttoning it and tying it at her waist before rolling up her selves. Her black bra was peeing out of the white material which only made the outfit look better.

Finishing everything off by putting her hair in to a messy ponytail she walked out of the closet making both Gemma’s and Tig’s yaws drop. “What? I had a rebellious faze in high school.” She smiled before walking over to Tig and Handing him his knife. “Thank you,…”

“Tig..” He said quietly, still taking her in before clearing his throat and repeating louder. “I’m Tig.”

“Nice to meet you Tig.” She smiled as he took his knife back, “I’m Y/N.”

“You’ll fit right in.” Gemma said patting her on the back before walking away.

As he just stared at her she chuckled and said. “So Tig, wanna be my first?”

His eyebrows shot up making her laugh before adding “My first costumer.”

“Sure, I’ll have a beer.” He said and she winked at him, “Coming right up.”

“Who’s that?” Jax walked up to Tig that was straight out staring at the girl’s ass as she walked away from him.

“Y/N.” The man said shortly as the girl walked in their direction again.

“Here you go.” She smiled setting his beer on the desk in front of him. “Can i get you anything?” She gave  the blonde man the same warm smile.

“I’ll take a beer as well, darlin’.” He said before adding, “I’m Jax, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.” She smiled before walking away to get him his beer. “Here you go.” She handed him his beer.

“Welcome to TM, Y/N.’‘ 

’'Y/N what’s this place?” Jake asked walking in to the bar his sister send him the address too.

“It’s my new job.” She said as he sat down behind the bar that was mostly empty now, as all of the guys has something they called 'Church’.

“You work in a garage of the town’s gang as a waitress?” He asked in disbelief.

“I guess you could say that.” She smiled. “Anyway, how was school?” She asked as she gave him a soda.

“It was fine. It would be better if i had my own car tho.” He said making her sigh.

“Jake, I don’t even have a car. You know we can’t afford it.” She reminded him.

“But you got a job  now.” He insisted just as the guys walked out of their meeting.

“Yes but it will bearably cover rent, and i already have an interview for a second job tomorrow.’'  She said before walking over to the other end of the bar where men, who she learned were Happy and Bobby sat. ’'Hello boys, what can i get ya?”

While she was running around giving everyone their orders Tig sat down two stools away from her brother. “Aren’t ya a bit young to be here?” He asked the young boy sitting there looking at his phone.

“He’s mine.” Y/N said over her shoulder sending tig a warm smile.

“Ah… Wait, aren’t you a bit young to have such an old kid?” He asked confusion all over his face as she handed him his beer.

“No, no,” She laughed. “He’s my brother. He’s the reason i moved here.”

“Oh, good.” He said looking from the boy to her. They looked nothing alike. She had long red hair warm brown eyes and he had short blonde hair with blue eyes.

“Okay, how much is the bus ticket?” She asked her brother once she finsihed serving everyone.

“How should i know? I never had to ride the bus.” He rolled his eyes. It was clear that they both came from a rich family.

“Look, I know it’s hard  to get used to this.” She started, trying to keep calm. “It’s better to have to say no to some luxuries than to be homeless, don’t you think?”

“Whatever.” He said without looking at her.

“Hey!” Tig grabbed a hold of the boys shoulder, squeezing it just enough so it hurt. “How about some respect for your sister here?”

“I..” Jake didn’t know how to react.

“It’s fine.” Y/N sighed, reaching in to her wallet and pulling out 40$ “This should cover the ticket home and some take out.” She gave it to him. “Home, eat, study, sleep.” She ordered and the boy shook Tig’s hand off before waking away at a quick speed.

“Thank you.” She smiled at Tig, “But you didn’t need to do that.”

“Don’t worry i bearably touched him.’'  He told her before taking a drink of his beer.  ’'Gemma told me why you moved here. I’m guessing you and your brother are used to living a rich life?”

“Yeah. He loved that lifestyle. I moved out when i was 19, went to study abroad.” She told him and they spent the rest of the night getting to know eachother.

She ended up being fascinated by the club and it’s buisness (not all of it of course, as  he only told her about the legal stuff). And he ended up being more and more intrigued by her wisdom and positivity.

It was 15 minutes after midnight when she gathered her things and said bye to everyone when he walked up to her again. “Need a ride home?”

“Yes please.” She smiled  a tired smile.

“Right this way then.” He said motioning towards his bike. He gave her his helmet which she thanked for and put on her head while he got on the bike.

“Here.” He said helping her on. “Hold on tight.” He smirked as he felt her hands wrap tightly around his waist.


“Ready.” She smiled. And they drove off in to the night.


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AN: Hey, let me know what you think. I really loved this concept (Gemma is just such an amazing character, i’m lowkey obsesssed with her)!! Maybe a part two?