Show Me The Way Part 7

You wake up in Chibs’ arm, in the back of your truck, gazing at his sleeping face, you pull the sleeping bag closer to your body. Nothing happened between the two of you last night, he just held you.

You felt slightly disappointed you weren’t opposed to being with him but in your heart you knew it wasn’t the right time. The two of you had shared several passionate kisses, but he had pulled away from you.

You assumed that he didn’t want you, or didn’t feel the same, just got caught up in your emotional turmoil. You had decided to spend the night under the stars, you pulled out a sleeping bag and an air mattress out of the cab of your truck.

He refused to leave you out here alone, that’s how you ended up waking up in his arms. His eyes slowly opened, he was staring at you, a smile appearing on his face. “Morning lass.”

“Morning.” Returning his smile, you push yourself up, shivering as the morning air hits you. You feel his hand clamp around your wrist, pulling you back down beside him. His lips gently kissing yours, his hands brushing the hair from your face.

“Let’s go back to my place, I’ll fix us some breakfast.” Before you could answer, his phone rings, he answers it. You see him pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Closing his phone, he stares at you. “Raincheck?”

What can you say, all you can do is nod your head at him. Getting out of the bed of the truck, you deflate the air mattress, roll up the sleeping bag, and them in the cab of your truck. 

Climbing into the drivers seat, you drive yourself back to Opie’s, to take a shower, and change clothes.


Chibs walked into the clubhouse, going straight to church, sitting next to Jax. Opie came storming in, looking pissed off as hell. He flopped himself down in his chair.

“She finally showed up ten minutes ago. Said she needed to clear her head, she spent the night in the back of her truck!”

Jax grinned at Opie. “Then she’s safe?”

“I swear to God Jax, I called her cell, she didn’t answer. After she tore out of here last night, I thought….”

“We all thought something bad had happened.” Tig spoke up.

Happy relaxed in his chair. “So she’s fine, no one hurt her?”

Chibs looked at the his brothers not realizing that they cared as much as they did for (Y/N). He needed to have a conversation with Opie about his sister, he couldn’t start anything with her unless he was okay with it.


(Y/N) walked into the club, a few hours later, walking over to the bar, she asked for a water. Opie stormed over to her, glaring down at her.

“You can’t do that again. Go off on your own like that, stay out all night unprotected.”

“First off I’m a grown ass woman, that can protect herself, Secondly I wasn’t alone I had someone with me.”


“It doesn’t matter, I was safe.” You look over to see Chibs, Happy, and Tig watching the two of you with interest. Jax walked over, sliding his arm around her shoulders, kissing her check.

“She was with me last night Ope. Nothing happened, I kept her safe.” You looked at him like he’d lost his fucking mind.

“Is that true?” Opie looked at you, you stared back at him not sure what to say.

“If Jax says he was with me, I guess he was.”  The answer seemed to satisfy Opie, you turn on Jax. “What the hell? We both know it’s a lie!”

“I need a favor, and you’re the only one that can help.”

Chasing Fire

Originally posted by sandm1827

Author’s Note: Hello loveys and welcome to the first imagine for Music Monday #3! This is a Juice Ortiz imagine based on Just Like Fire by P!nk as requested by the lovely @thejulietfarciertlove. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know. This one kind of got away from me, length wise, what can I say, Juicy Boy was speaking to me. This imagine is rated T+ for language. (also, what I wrote about hacking in this, I don’t know if it’s right. I used my very minimal knowledge gained from watching different shows, so if I’m wrong, sorry ahead of time)

Chasing Fire


I know that I’m running out of time
I want it all, mmm, mmm
And I’m wishing they’d stop tryna turn me off
I want it on, mmm, mmm
And I’m walking on a wire, trying to go higher
Feels like I’m surrounded by clowns and liars
Even when I give it all away
I want it all, mmm, mmm

We came here to run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way

Just like fire, uh


She knew it was stupid of her. She was constantly on the move; so why she had even turned on the laptop in the first place, she couldn’t understand. Something told her to she supposed. The same something that led her to her old virtual stomping grounds, led her to Juan. And after four months of literally zero contact with anyone, it was nice to talk to someone.

She smiles just thinking about him. That was six months ago, and even still she couldn’t begin to tell you what he looks like, but somehow she knows him, inside and out; the same way he knows her. Which makes the situation she’s found herself in that much harder. She got too comfortable, and in that comfort came complacence, and complacence always led to mistakes, and she made one. A big one.

“You don’t have much time Julie, what’s it going to be?” the voice sounds bored and lifting her head she studies the man before her. He’s dressed in a carefully tailored suit, and he lifts a hand to study his perfectly manicured nails. The sight of him makes her sick.

She’s tasted more freedom in the last ten months of zig zagging the country then she did in the entirety of her life and she isn’t ready to give it up.

“I’m not going back with you Evan,” Julie states trying to sound strong, but her voice shakes, and when he smacks her she doesn’t let out a noise. She just straightens her shoulders and smiles. Nothing has changed with him. She should have known.

“What are you going to do Julie? Whore yourself out to some piece of trash biker? Maybe you were hoping they’d pass you around…” Evan’s voice is cold despite the anger that rages in his eyes. Julie’s eyes widen in disbelief. How did he know about Juan? “That’s right Julie, I know all about him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Julie offers weakly, as she settles back onto the edge of the bed.

“You never could lie…”


His eyes flick to the clock, and licking his lips he feels the nervousness building inside of him. For the past six months at exactly the same time she’s popped up on his messenger, and they talked, their conversations covering anything and everything. She was the first person he felt he could be the most authentic version of himself with.

He can be just Juan, and for her, that’s enough.

His laptop pings, pulling him from his thoughts and he can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he sees her name flashing on the screen.

‘Juice…’ he stares at the screen in confusion. Julie never calls him Juice. Ever.

‘What’s wrong?’ he types back and while he waits for a response he chews nervously at his thumb.

‘Found me. Time up. Game over.’ He reads and re-reads the words, trying to understand, and before he can ask her what the hell is going she signs off.

“Son of a bitch!” the words rip through him and pushing away from the counter he starts to pace. He has to find her but he doesn’t even know where to begin.


And people like to laugh at you ‘cause they are all the same, mmm, mmm
See I would rather we just go a different way than play the game mm, mm
And no matter the weather, we can do it better
You and me together, forever and ever
We don’t have to worry 'bout a thing, 'bout a thing

We came here to run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way

Just like fire, fire, fire
Run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it


“You caused a lot of trouble Julie,” Evan’s voice is calm as he leads her by the elbow to the waiting BMW. Everything inside of her builds with dread. She doesn’t want to go back. She can’t. She’ll die if she does; maybe not physically but her spirit would surely succumb to the pressures of the life she was expected to live. “Hopefully this little, stunt, was more than enough to prove that you can’t make it on your own.”

“I’ve been making it on my own for ten months Evan. Ten months,” Julie says trying to pull her arm from his grasp but he just tightens his hold, and she knows the anger he’s capable of. She’s counting on it. “What pisses you off more? That I don’t need you the way you wanted me to believe I did, or that I don’t want you?”

His jaw clenches tight and bracing herself she’s ready for the blow, but nothing comes of it. Instead he pulls open the back door and shoves her inside.

“You’re going to learn your place,” he says getting in the driver’s seat. “This time, you won’t ever forget it.”


“So let me get this straight,” Chibs’ words are slow his voice calm, “the last six months you’ve been talking to someone online, and you’re convinced, because she called you Juice, that something is wrong.”

“Something’s wrong because she told me so,” Juice says through clenched teeth. He’s spent the last couple of hours trying to get him to understand the seriousness of what’s going on, but they can’t seem to get past the whole “online” thing.

“Sounds to me like a bored housewife whose husband found out what wifey’s been doing while he was away,” Chibs says on a laugh, and shaking his head Juice snaps his laptop shut.

“Forget it,” he says, and as he moves to get up Chibs lays a hand on his arm. The older man’s eyes search his face and letting out a breath he shakes his head.

“You’re serious about this girl?” Chibs asks and Juice nods. “Start at the beginning. Don’t leave anything out.”


“And you’re sure she isn’t married?” Chibs asks blowing out a steady stream of smoke.

“I’m sure. She’s engaged. Or she was. Until ten months ago,” Juice says rubbing a hand over his head. It feels weird letting someone into his and Julie’s world. “Old money, that’s really all that she said about the guy. She wouldn’t give me his name, said the last thing she wanted was to read that he had disappeared under mysterious circumstances.”

“You think he tracked her down?” Chibs asks and with a sigh Juice shrugs.

“If he did it’s because he paid someone too. That’s what his type does.”

“So, why don’t you work your computer magic and track her down?”

“You think I haven’t tried that already? Julie’s smart, and she’s damn good. She used dummy I.P addresses, never stayed connected to one for too long, made sure to constantly jump them, she was all over the map. I can’t pinpoint her,” he says and he can’t help the tone of pride that rings in his voice.

“So what can we do?” Chibs asks putting out his cigarette.

“Nothing we can do but wait.”


So look I came here to run it
Just 'cause nobody’s done it
Y'all don’t think I can run it
But look, I’ve been here, I’ve done it
Impossible? Please
Watch I do it with ease
You just gotta believe
Come on, come on with me

Oh, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Hey, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Oh, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Oh, what’s a girl to do?

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way


She’s exhausted, down to the bone. She couldn’t begin to say how long she’s been walking, but she keeps moving. One foot in front of the other. She had to do it. She had no choice. That’s what she’s been telling herself since she walked away from the smoldering car. She couldn’t leave Evan in the smoking wreckage; no matter how much she hated him, she wouldn’t have his death on her hands, so she pulled him free making sure there was a safe distance between him and what was left of his BMW. Sure she may have caused the accident but for her it was the only way that she felt she was going to be able to get away.

She used Evan’s phone to call 911, and to send one message, and she hoped to hell that he understood.


His phone buzzes across the nightstand, and with a groan he throws his hand out, searching for it, and when he finally finds it he lifts it trying to read the words through sleep blurred eyes. He doesn’t recognize the number so his first instinct is to ignore it.

‘Where there’s smoke…’ his eyes are sliding closed with the words tumbling in his head and then he’s sitting upright, all of his muscles tensing as the meaning behind the words sink in. He jumps from his bed and fumbles as he drags on his jeans, and with only one arm through his shirt he’s racing down the hall to bang on Chibs’ door.

“Chibs, we have to go! I know where Julie is!” he calls frantically through the door and without waiting for a response he’s dashing down the hall, and as he turns the corner her runs face first into Opie who laughs.

“Slow down Juicy boy, where’s the fire?” Opie asks with a grin.

“I don’t know,” Juice answers honestly as he runs, “but I’m going to find it.”


He stands, hands at his waist as he studies the twisted wreck of metal. The fire department had the fire out relatively quickly, but there were more questions than answers, and absolutely no sign of Julie. Every clue that would have been left in the car was gone, destroyed by the lick of hot flames, and according to the tow man, the guy the car belongs to was found lying unconscious on the side of the road, but he hadn’t been thrown from the impact. No, he was pulled free.

“Julie,” her name is a whisper as he fights the smile; where he would be all too happy to let the man suffer, Julie would save the sorry son of a bitch.

“There was no girl found at the scene brother,” Chibs says and with a grin Juice snaps his helmet back into place.

“That’s because she’s on the move again. She wouldn’t stay, even if she’s hurt. If she has the chance to get away she’s going to take it, no matter what,” he says and climbing on his bike he brings it to life with a roar.

He parks his bike in front of another diner, and letting out a sigh, he’s ready to give up. He’s searched for a couple of hours now, scoping out diners and rest stops, watching for any sign of Julie, but there’s nothing.

He tells himself that this is the last place he’s going to look. He can’t chase fire forever.


Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way
Just like fire, fire

Run it, run it, run it
Just like fire
Run it, run it, run it


She swirls the straw in the glass in front of her, fighting to stay awake. She’s dozed on and off, grateful when the waitress gave a knowing smile upon seeing her and led her to the booth in the darkened corner.

“Hey sugar, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” the waitress asks on her next round and though her stomach rumbles loudly she knows she can’t pay for anything.

“I’m fine,” Julie says with a soft smile, before taking a sip from her water, “more water would be great.”

“Alright,” she says her attention turning to the door as the bell overhead gives a cheerful ring, “well isn’t he just a cutie…”

Julie tilts her head to follow the woman’s gaze and when her eyes land on the man, her heart skips a beat.

“Oh my God…” she whispers, and then she’s sinking down in her seat. She never imagined he’d find her. She hoped sure, dreamed of the moment they’d see each other, face to face, she however didn’t think that when that moment came that her face would be streaked with dirt and blood, clothes torn and tattered. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“You okay sweetheart?” the waitress asks and with a nod Julie starts to slide from the booth.

“Yeah, fine, listen I need the bathroom…” she tries to call as little attention to herself as possible as she moves towards the bathroom.

“Julie?” the voice comes from behind her, freezing her footsteps, and letting out a steady breath she turns. Her heart hammers in her chest as she looks at him. He’s in baggy jeans and a black zip up hoodie that lays open over a black t shirt. To say he’s cute is an understatement that has her internally cursing the fact that she looks like a mess.

“Juan,” his name comes out on a rush of air as he wraps her in a tight hug, and after freezing for a few seconds her hands curl into the back of his shirt.

“I found you,” he whispers against her lips as his hands cup her face.

“I knew you would,” she says sliding into the kiss, and with a smile she’s finally done running.

Letters to Juice. Flashback #5


A knock on the door brakes my focus from filing paperwork for Gemma, a smile appearing on my face when I see who’s in the doorway.
“Hey. You busy?” He asks with a smile, looking behind him to make sure nobody is around.
“I have time. But I think Gemma might kill both of us if we fuck in her office.”
Juice closes the door behind him and locks it, walking over to me and slowly trailing his hands down to my butt, resting his forehead against mine.
“Well maybe later tonight I can come over… Or you could come over. That way we don’t have to worry about your dad or Opie coming over.”
I smile at him and kiss his lips. “I think your place would be better. I don’t want any interruptions. Especially since you’ve been gone for so long. I missed you.” Kissing Juice again, this time pushing him onto the couch and straddling his lap.
“What happened to Gemma killing us for fucking in her office?” Juice asks, smiling up at me.
I shrug my shoulders and grind myself on his crotch, Juice moaning and gripping my hips. “I’ve caught Gemma and Clay at least 4 times. She can’t get mad at me for doing the same. It’s been a week, I can’t wait until later.”
Juice caresses the back of my head and kisses my lips desperately. Our kiss doesn’t last long before we hear several loud bangs against the window. I turn my head to see Jax and Opie staring at us from inside the garage, Jax laughing and shaking his head.
“Shit.” I curse, getting off Juice’s lap and going to open the door. Both of them walk in, Opie glaring at Juice.
“Really? You’ve only been out here for 8 months and you’re already getting involved with this moron?” Opie says to me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that you could tell me who I can and cannot see. Why do you even care?” I ask, sitting next to Juice on the couch, Juice frozen where he’s sitting.
“Because Piney will kill him for touching you. There’s an unspoken rule that daughters are off limits to other members.” Jax says.
“Screw your bull shit rules. I don’t care. It’s not like I’m his ‘old lady’ or anything. We’re just having fun with each other. And you didn’t catch us having sex.”
Juice buries his head in his hands and groans. “Jesus Christ. Look nobody else knows about what Vanessa and I have. Can you please not say anything?”
I turn my head and raise an eyebrow to him.
“I’m not going to help you two sneak around and screw around. But I’m not going to tell dad either. But if I have to walk into a room and see you two all over each other then I’m going to beat the shit out of you” Opie threatens to Juice,, getting off the couch and walking back out to the garage.
“Next time, close the blinds, and try not to fuck in the office.” Jax says smiling, completely amused with the situation, leaving Juice and I by ourselves again. .
“What are you giving me that face for?” He asks, genuinely confused.
“Really? You don’t want anyone knowing about us? What are you ashamed to be messing around with me?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“No, Vanessa. I just don’t want it getting back to your dad, and your dad flipping out on me. You know how I feel about you.” He gets off the couch and kisses my forehead softly. I hug him and rest my head on his chest and snuggle into him.
“Vanessa!” I hear someone yelling from outside.
“Really? We can never have a second with each other?” Juice grumbles, letting me go, following me outside.
“Who was calling me?” I ask, looking around. Tig walks up to me and is shaking his head.
“You need to get inside the clubhouse. Like, now.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Already starting to walk toward the clubhouse.
“Your mother is here.” He says quickly.
I stop walking, my eyes growing wide and a cold sweat falling over my entire body. I turn my body slowly to face Tig and Juice.
“My who is here?” I ask rhetorically. Tig opens his mouth to start talking, but I interrupt before he can start. “Why is my mother here in Charming? Oh my god. I’m not talking to her. Not happening.” I say walking back to the office quickly only to be stopped by Juice picking me up off the ground.
“You need to go talk to her. I know that you hate her, but you need to be the bigger person.” Juice says.
“Maybe I don’t want to be the bigger person. I cannot stand to be around her.” I roll my eyes and try to walk away again but both of them stop me.
“Your dad is in there about to stroke out because she’s here. You need to go talk to her.” Tig says to me. I sigh and rub my temple.
“Alright. Fine. But if she starts to get mouthy none of you better stop me from punching her right in the mouth.” I warn, walking into the clubhouse and making eye contact with Piney. He has a full shot glass full of his favorite hard liquor, all emotion drained from his face.
“Hi mija.” The dark haired woman, who I resemble too much, smiling and coming toward me with arms wide open.
“Mom.” I fake smile, rolling my eyes when she hugs me, squeezing me hard. “What are you doing out here in Charming? I thought you said you would never come back out here?”
“I missed you baby. I just wanted to see how you were doing out here. Looks like you’re doing good with your father and his… friends.” She says looking around at the clubhouse. “Why don’t we sit down and catch up.”
This is going to be a long afternoon.

She’s already shit faced. 20 minutes in, and she’s already wasted. How do I know? Because she is literally eye-humping Tig who is sitting right next to her, and her laugh is getting loud as hell. She’s 52 years old and still acts like she’s a fucking teenager. Still dressed like one too, and I’m pretty sure that she stole the shirt she’s wearing currently from my closet. All the guys were staring at my mother in shock, including Piney. Now I understood why he had been drinking all day. I roll my eyes as she takes another shot and puts her hands on Tig’s shoulder. I put my face in my hands and curse under my breath, Jax putting his hand on my back, trying to make me feel better. Tig is trying not to enjoy my drunk mother hanging all over him, but I can tell he’s holding back.
“I know that face.” My mother says loudly, her words slurring. “I think it’s time for me to leave. Anyone care to drive me to my motel? What about you handsome?” She points to Tig with a smile.
“Oh my god.” I say, covering my face with my hands. Opie puts his hand on my back and pats it softly
“Stephanie, I think it’s time for you to go.” Piney says, getting off the bar stool. He towers over my mother.
“You know, this is why I took Vanessa away from here. Because you’re a controlling, bitter, old man. You can never let anyone have fun. Come on blue eyes.” She says, grabbing Tig by his kutte and stumbles over to the door.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea sweetheart. I’ll call you a cab.” Tig says, forcing her hand off of him and walking to the kitchen. She rolls her eyes and scans the room, her eyes landing on Juice.
“What about you honey. Usually I don’t like them young, but for you I’ll make an exception. You can explain those tattoos on your head to me.” She says, making her way over to a very confused, and uncomfortable Juice, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“MOM!” I yell, getting off the stool and pushing her away from him.
“What, mija? I’m just trying to get a ride back to the hotel. You’re getting enojado.”
“You know why? Because you come out here for no reason at all, get shit faced drunk in front of all these people you don’t know because you want to get back at my dad for whatever dumb reason you have. Maybe it’s to get back at me for running away, I don’t know. But I ran away because of this reason right here. Because you don’t know how to act like a mom. And when you do try and be a mom you get all psycho. Piney told me that you said you gave me up for adoption. Who does that?”
Her eyes are glazed over, probably not comprehending anything I just said.
“I want you back home. I don’t think you’re safe out here. I got involved with a biker, and look where it got me. A single mom.” She says.
“You ended up pregnant with me. I’m sorry that I was a mistake. And it wasn’t Piney’s fault you were a single mom. You decided you didn’t want to be with him, so you made up some crazy lie and hid the fact I had a father for my whole life. But I’m doing just fine out here. I’m safe out here because I don’t have to carry a handgun in my bag so I don’t get mugged when I’m walking down the street. I have a dad who loves me, a brother, and these guys would do anything for me. They’re a real family. I’m sorry but I’m not going back home.”
She stares at me for a long time, walking up to me and pushes my face to the left by my chin, looking at my neck.
“Who is it? Huh? Which one of these gang bangers is having sex with you? That’s the reason you want to stay. That way you can get knocked up by one of these cabrons? Don’t call me when one of them breaks your heart when they go to jail and become someone’s puto in jail. Being with a biker is just going to leave you heartbroken.” She yells as she stumbles out of the clubhouse.
I stand there fuming, feeling everyone staring at me.
“Hey prospect, make sure she gets a cab home.” Clay says, walking into the chapel with Piney.
After letting out all of my frustrations with Juice in his dorm, twice, I need to get high. I’m staring at all the cars drive by on the street when Gemma comes to sit next to me on the sidewalk, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek. Lighting up her cleanly rolled blunt and taking a hit.
“You did good standing up to your mom baby. And you’re right, we will do anything for you. You’re family here.”
I smile at her and nod my head. “Thanks. It was long overdue. She always talked shit about my real father. That’s the only thing she would tell me about him, that he was a piece of shit, and how he was nothing but a dirty biker. But now that I’m out here and see that everything she told me was a lie, it makes me even more angry with her. I know she’s my mother, but sometimes I wish I had a different one. One that didn’t feel the need to lie to me.”
“Trust me darling, I didn’t have a sane mother either. I know what you’re going through. Just give her time and see if she changes. And just a little piece of advice, make sure you start covering up those hickies Juice gives you.”
I look at her in slight fear, how the hell did she know?
“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart, and I could hear you two in his room earlier. I raised a teenage boy in my time, and I know when they’re in love, I see the way he looks at you when you two are together. Puppy love.” She says with a smile on her face.
“He’s not in love with me, Gemma. We’re just… having fun with each other right now.” I say shaking my head and taking a long hit from my blunt.
“Juice is the type who needs someone to keep him grounded. Someone strong and loyal. It’s not going to be long before he makes you his old lady. You’re good for him.”

Request: Time

Request: You being Opie’s old lady and he gets jealous when another man pays you attention

Originally posted by journeyslegend

You knew it wasn’t easy and you weren’t really trying to replace her. You were worried about the kids in the beginning, but Kenny and Ellie were okay with you dating their dad. Opie was the one who seemed to be still trying to adjust to have a new woman around. Donna’s death wasn’t recent, but you guessed it was different for him.

In the beginning it was good, he was lonely and was sweet to you, but now, just months later, he seemed distant. Your relationship was official now and you still hadn’t his crow, but already had the status and responsibilities of an old lady. Gemma Teller made sure of that.

You left the kids at school and drove to TM. The boys were preparing for another long run and the women were around to see them leave. You parked your car in the usual spot and saw Opie leaving the clubhouse behind Jax. He passed by you without any sign that he had saw you too. You took a deep breath and walked inside. He would come to say goodbye before leave, no worries.

“Hi Chuck”, you waved, walking to the bar.

“Hello Y/N”, Chuck smiled. Your friend immediately poured coffee for you, just what you needed. “I wasn’t expecting you here today”

“I have a day off work”, you took a sip of the coffee, knowing that Chuck was watching you close.

“Something wrong?”, he leaned on the counter, listening.

“I don’t know”, you sighed, looking at your cup. “I mean… Everything is great with the kids, but Ope… He seems different, distant. Do you think it might be these constant long runs lately?”

“Tired of the runs? Yes, could be”, Chuck gave you crooked smile. “Opie is a quiet guy mademoiselle, but he likes you, he really likes you”

“Oh Chucky, I hope so”, you tried to smile. “It’s pretty hard to compete with a ghost, you know”

First, you heard the heels and then, her voice. “Hi there sweetie”, Gemma greeted you. She was carrying a box. “Could you help me please? I need the other box, it’s on Clay’s office”

“Sure”, you handed Chuck you cup and rushed to help her. The box was on the floor and you leaned to catch it, listening a whistle behind you.

“Hello gorgeous”, you turned around and there was a man on the door. He had a leather kutte, but you never had seen him before.

“Excuse me”, you said, carrying the box and trying to leave.

“Why such a hurry?”, he grinned and it wasn’t charming at all.

“Gemma Teller is waiting for me”, you barked. “You don’t wanna get in trouble with her… Or my old man”

His eyes widened for a second before he stepped aside to let you leave the room. You ignored the feeling that he was staring at your ass and kept walking, stepping outside the clubhouse. The boys were seated around the table, smoking. Opie looked at you, but you didn’t gave him a second glance.

“Hey lass”, Chibs greeted.

“Hi”, you said, without stop walking. “Sorry, I have to help Gemma. Be back soon”

You could feel Opie’s eyes on you, but you didn’t dare to look over your shoulder. You loved him, but he kinda deserved the cold treatment.


“What is wrong with her?”, Jax asked, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette.

“I don’t know”, Opie creased his brow, looking as you walked to Gemma’s office, carefully carrying a box. That was different, you were always there, always loving, even when he pushed you away, as he was doing lately.

Opie liked you, he really did. You were beautiful, kind, sexy, great with the kids, good to everybody around the club… However, these thoughts and sometimes nightmares kept coming to his mind. You, covered in blood, laying on the floor, like Donna. He loved Donna, she was the mother of his kids and somehow he would always mourn her death, but it was easy when you were around. Life didn’t seem so bitter, he didn’t fell alone and that was the problem. You were getting under his skin and he was afraid.

“Hey Dany”, Jax said, making Opie look up. Dany was a new guy, a Nomad who was trying to transfer to Charming. Opie didn’t like him and his constant stupid smirk on his face.

“Hello”, the guy had a beer on his hand and sat on a stool, lightning a cigar. Opie saw him looking some place far, narrowing his eyes. “Who is the hottie? She just ignored me… Look at that!”

Dany whistled and Opie realized his brothers’ expressions, which made him turn around to see who the new guy was talking about. Y/N was walking back to the clubhouse, she just had left Gemma’s office and was hiding the eyes from the bright sun.

“What did you say?”, Opie got up fast, letting his chair fall behind him.

“Ope”, Jax warned, but he ignored, walking to Dany and feeling his blood boiling.

“She is my old lady”, Opie said between teeth before punch Dany right in the nose. He shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t control himself. The way Dany talked about you got him, nobody would look or talk about you like that.

Someone tried to held him, probably Jax, but Opie ignored, only stopping when he heard your voice.

“Opie!”, he turned around. Your cheeks were red and eyes wide, you looked scared.

“What the hell!?”, Dany cursed behind him as Tig and Juice helped him to get up. His nose was bleeding.

“She is his old lady”, Juice grimaced and Dany was pale, stuttering an apologize, but Opie wasn’t listening, he stormed inside the clubhouse. He lost control, he shouldn’t have…

“Opie!”, you were following him. “Opie, what happened?”

The boys were bringing Dany inside and Chuck ran to catch some ice. Opie groaned and grabbed your hand, heading to Clay’s office for a private talking.


“He was talking about you”, Opie said, closing the door behind him. “How hot you are”

“Wait”, you creased your brow. “So you beat him because you were jealous?”

“Yes”, Opie admitted, surprising you. That was something completely new.

“I really don’t get you Winston”, you blurted. You saw his confused expression, but you couldn’t help it, you were tired. “You had been practically ignoring me, we didn’t had sex in weeks and now you are all jealous? You care about me now?”

“Of course I care about you!”, he raised his voice and you lost it, doing the same.

“So why are you pushing me away!?”, you said between teeth, trying to control yourself, not to cry in front of him. “You are such an idiot Winston!”

You didn’t have time to think, Opie crossed the distance between you with two steps and easily lifted you in his arms, crushing his lips on yours. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his neck as Opie carried you to the desk. He threw the things over it on the floor and settled you there, still kissing you.

His grip was tight on your hips and you loved it. You loved it when he lifted you, carried you like that and hovered over you. You felt wanted, loved, safe… You moaned on his lips as he pressed you against him, not leaving any space between you two.

“Because I love you”, he pulled back, surprising you.

“You love me?”, you looked up at him, blinking a few times. You had waited all that time to hear those words, but now you didn’t know what to say.

“Yes”, he admitted. “And I’m afraid of lose you too. That is why I have been trying to push you away. I know you are good with the kids, but… We can’t bare another lost”

“You are not gonna lose me, Ope”, you cupped his face, enjoying his beard tickling your palms.

“How can you be so sure?”, he was giving up, finally letting you in, showing all the demons inside his mind.

“Because I love you too”, you smiled and his eyes widened, locking with yours. “I love you, I love the kids and what we have. Don’t push me away Opie”

“No, not anymore”, he muttered, hiding his face on your neck. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips on your skin. His hands slid down your shirt, making you shudder.

“Opie”, you whispered. He walked back to the door and locked it. You swallowed when he took off his shirt, walking back to you.

“We have time”, he smiled and you welcomed him in your arms. Yes, all the time in the world.

Clari-NAILS. 😊 Less than an hour until lesson and here I am, taking pictures of my nails in an attempt to remain calm. 😅 It’s not working 🙃 Anyways, the color is “Deutsch you want me baby?” from the OPI Germany collection 😍🇩🇪 #opi #nails #clarinet #clarinails #music #nails #nailporn

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Just some chevrons on a pink gradient, nothing fancy! This is cute, I think. This mani is typically a girly mani. I love this gold nail polish from OPI, this is “Love. Angel. Music. Baby” but my bottle is almost empty so I’m kinda sad. I have the little one, I probably used it too much lol.

Polishes I used :

Essie : No Baggage Please

Essie : Off the Shoulder

The Beautyst : EnjoyPhoenix

Sally Hansen : I Pink I Can

OPI :  Love. Angel. Music. Baby

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Young and Beautiful *requested*

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You sighed, squeezing the warm body beneath you. You pressed a soft kiss to his bare chest before sliding off the bed, slipping one of his t-shirts over your head. You walked around the bed in search for your discarded clothing when you felt a hand gently grasp your wrist. You let out a breath. You thought that he was sleeping.

“Leaving so soon, love?” he rasped, his accent thick with sleep.

You closed your eyes for a moment, knowing that if he continued to talk you would somehow fall back into bed with him and not want to leave at all. Hell, it was hard enough wanting to get out of bed a few minutes ago.

“Gotta go,” you answered shortly, removing your hand from his grasp, scooping your shirt and bra off the floor before scanning the area for your jeans. His hand reached out again, gently brushing your back. You shook it off, retrieving your jeans before sliding them up your legs. You ran a hand through your hair, your eyes flashing back to Chibs who was watching your every move.

“Stay,” he murmured softly, reaching out for you in an attempt to entice you back into bed.

You let out a small laugh, bending down to nip teasingly at his lower lip before running your tongue along the bite. Chibs groaned, his hands reaching for your waist so that he could bring you closer to him. Before he could get his hands on you, you stepped back, your eye dropping in a playful wink. “I’ll be seeing you.”

“You keepin’ my shirt?”

You shrugged a shoulder, turning away from him and making your way towards the door. “I guess you’ll just have to get it back from me.”

You sat at the bar with a few of the club members, sharing a laugh and having a few drinks. You were still only 18, nearly 19, but that didn’t stop you from drinking. Not that anyone around the clubhouse ever cared too much. There was always your cousin, Opie, but he made sure that you never had too much to drink or that one of his brother’s was around to handle you if you got too tipsy. Typical.

“Easy there,” Jax chuckled, setting his hand on your knee.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “And when did you become my dad, Teller?”

A few of the guys laughed, Jax squeezing your knee in response. “I’ll get you for that,” he joked lowly so only you could hear.

You turned your head towards him, a little surprised at his close proximity. But it didn’t seem to matter much. You had grown up with Jax, his charming smile and devilishly good looks were nothing new. Rolling your eyes, you let out a quiet snort. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.”

Jax eyed Chibs out of the corner of his eye. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that something had been going on with you and the older Scott for at least 3 months now. Opie and the other club members seemed to be oblivious but it definitely never flew under his radar. Deciding to see how hooked Chibs really was, Jax leaned a little closer, his lips nearly grazing your cheek. “Better watch your back then, babe,” he mumbled lowly. His lips brushed against your skin as he spoke, his hand traveling a little higher on your leg.

You jolted a little in surprise, not expecting the sudden move. Apparently you weren’t the only one.

Chibs stood quickly from his stool, the action getting the attention of the rest of the men who were sitting around the bar, Opie being one of them. As if just registering his own movements, Chibs took a quick breath, his eyes darting to anywhere but you and Jax. Why the hell had he stood up so damn fast? He couldn’t help but chastise himself. You weren’t his. You were young, beautiful – the most amazing woman he had ever met – but you weren’t his. The two of you had decided to hook up a few months back because the attraction and sexual tension was undeniable. However, somewhere between “let’s hook up”, to the morning that you had left him in his bed only a few days prior, he had fallen for you. Hard and fast.

“You good, brother?” Opie asked around a chuckle, wondering what had gotten into him.

Chibs eyes flashed to your face for a moment before looking back at Opie. He gave a slow nod, lowering himself back onto the stool. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Instead of questioning him further, the Sons fell back into regular conversation, laughing and drinking they way they so often did.

You took a deep breath, knowing that Chibs hadn’t stood up for no reason. He had obviously caught the exchange between you & Jax and reacted before thinking. It could’ve been worse… especially considering the fact that your cousin was here.

You hated this. You hated having to keep whatever it was that was going on between you and Chibs a secret. You wanted to tell him you loved him. Scream it to the world. But the two of you had decided early on that it might not be the best idea to say anything about what you were doing to the club, and definitely not Opie. Chibs was convinced that Opie would have his head in a split second if he found out he was fucking his little cousin.

You shook your head, your heart aching with the thought that you were nothing more than a good fuck and a body to keep Chibs warm at night. You stood up, running a hand through your hair before turning towards Jax. “I should get going. It’s getting pretty late,” you stated lamely, trying for a smile.

Jax frowned, but nodded slowly. Opie was also looking at you. “Alright, darlin’. Guess I’ll see you later then.”

You gave a quick nod, kissing him on the cheek before turning towards Opie and doing the same. Pulling back, he set his hand on your forearm. “You feelin’ okay?”

You let out a small laugh. “I’m fine, you big goon. Just tired.”

Opie cracked a smile before telling you to call him if you needed anything. You agreed, raising your hand in a quick wave to the rest of the Sons. They all grumbled their goodbyes as you turned to walk out to the parking lot. You chastised yourself for overthinking the thing with Chibs, knowing that you shouldn’t ruin a good thing. You weren’t sure how much longer you had before he ran off with some croweater or potential Old Lady, so you knew that you had to distance yourself a bit. It was just sex. Nothing more.

You made it to your car, your head jerking back slightly when a hand came down on the drivers door, preventing you from getting in. Recognizing his scent immediately, you turned towards him. “What are you-“

You couldn’t even finish your question before his mouth was on yours. It wasn’t a heated kiss like the ones you were used too. It was almost gentle, his mouth moving languidly against yours as he pressed himself against you, trapping you between him and the car. His tongue slipped into your mouth, gently massaging yours as his hair tangled in your hair. You let out a soft sound of gratification, causing him to pull away a few moments after.

“Chibs, Ope is – “

“I don’t care,” he breathed, leaning his forehead against yours as the two of you tried to catch your breath. “I’ll tell him about us, I don’t give a shit. He can beat the shit out of me if he wants to.”

“Don’t say that,” you frowned, not liking the thought of your cousin beating Chibs to a bloody pulp.

“I mean it. I don’t care if he knows, love. I don’t care if anyone knows,” Chibs continued, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. He let his lips linger there. “I want them to know that you’re mine.”

For a brief moment, it felt as though the air had left your body. Opening your mouth in an attempt to get some of that air back, you let out a breathy laugh. “You think I’m that easy, Telford?” you teased, your hands tangling in his hair.

A grin spread across his face. “I don’t fucking care. I love you. I want you to be mine,” he said lowly, his accent only making the words sound even more beautiful.

Before saying anything else, your tugged him forward so that your lips met in a feverish kiss, all of the emotion being spilled into the hot kiss. You broke away for a second, your lips hovering his. “I love you too,” you whispered.

An impossibly large grin took over Chibs’ face. “God. Let’s hope Opie doesn’t kill me, cause as soon as I get you alone, I’m fucking you until you forget your own name.”

*Request: you’re clay and Gemmas daughter so everyone is super protective, and you and juice have been flirting for a while, then your kidnapped and they have to rescue you, and juice gets really upset and eventually says that he loves you.*

“Mom, I’m pulling in the driveway with the groceries, can you please help me?” You said talking to Gemma. “Ugh, hey Juice. Go help Y/N!” You yelled at your mom, “No! Why can’t you ever help me? It’s not that hard.” “What the hell is going on with you today? It’s just groceries.” You rolled your eyes, “Okay mom, bye.” You ended the call and opened your car door. You were salty towards your mom because you had just got into an argument with Juice the night before. You and Juice had been doing some mild flirting here and there and even had sex 2x but of course it was on the low because Clay, Gemma, Jax, & Tara would murder you. You two couldn’t be serious so for now the arrangement was whatever happened between the two of you happened but nothing more could go on and you weren’t too happy about that. “What do you need help with.?” Juice said to you while you were grabbing some of the lighter bags. “All the heavy stuff Juan Carlos.” You said to him avoiding eye contact. He grabbed your arm. “Will you stop being that way? You know we can’t be more then what had happened already between us.” He said staring at you in the eye with a mere devastated look but you didn’t believe that he was upset over the situation as it seemed. “Please keep your hands to yourself.” You said and walked into the house.

 “You know beautiful mother of mine, it wouldn’t kill you to help me out with bringing the groceries in after you ask me to go to the store and get you some when I don’t even live here.” You said putting the cold food in the refrigerator. “You know, you got something stuck up that ass of yours ever since you started dating that rich guy.” You rolled your eyes. “Whaaat? Y/N got a rich guy to take care of her?” Juice said from around the corner. “Yup, someone to take care of her spoiled ass so Clay & I won’t have to anymore.” Gemma said. “When is your family gonna be able to meet Mr. Richy Rich? Or is he too good for your convicted felon daddy?” Clay said walking into the kitchen. “No daddy, we just aren’t that serious yet and I was dating another guy but now I’m all for Alan so you may just meet him sooner than you think.” You said avoiding eye contact with Juice. You could feel him burning a whole through your head with just his eyes. “Okay baby girl. Let that Alan kid know I want to meet him.” Clay said looking at you seriously. “Yes daddy.” You said walking to your car. Juice followed you outside. “So you gonna be with that rich guy now” He asked. “You made it clear that we weren’t and wouldn’t be anything.” With those last words you closed the door and pulled out of the drive way.


You were driving to go meet Tara for lunch when your phone rang. “Hey Tara, I’m almost there.” “We’re coming for you bitch.” A guy said to you. “Who is this?” You said nervously. “Tell your daddy to watch closely over his princess.” The man hung up after he said that. You looked in your rear view mirrors to check and see if anyone was following you every 2 minutes. That phone call scared the shit out of you but you didn’t want to tell Jax and your dad because they would put your ass on lock down and you had a big event to go to with Alan since his family were big socialites in the Los Angeles area. He knew nothing about your life, just that you were from a different part of California and you were studying psychology at USC. You didn’t plan on him finding out about your family and their business nor did you plan on your family finding out about him but Chibs, Jax, Opie, and Happy caught him walking out of my apartment on a Sunday afternoon. I had no choice but to explain to both of them but Alan is still in the dark about him because you said they were just in a biker club. You snapped out of your thoughts as you hugged Tara. “How’s your day going?” You asked her. “Stressed a little, we almost lost a 10 year old boy. He got beat up by his step dad and he’s in the ICU,” She said rubbing her temples. “What the hell. What kind of mom would allow her man to do that to her kid?” You exclaimed. 

“I don’t know but what’s going on with you and Alan?” She asked. You gladly fed into that subject because you didn’t want Tara to dwell on that fucked up situation. “well we have that benefit tonight with his parents. I’m kind of worried because what if they want to meet Mom and daddy.” You said looking worried. Tara instantly started laughing, “Well that is a sight I would love to see when they do because they aren’t what Alan’s parents would be expecting.” “Don’t I know.” You said. “You know it’s not the fact that I’m embarrassed, it’s just how they act! You know how my mom can be, especially when she feels some type of way and I’m not ready for his parents to get cussed out.” You said while Tara sat there laughing. “Come on, Gemma wouldn’t do that to you.” She said and you gave her a serious look. “Yeah, never mind. Maybe you should wait.” She said coming to her senses. “Thank you. Also, I got a weird phone call.” You said looking down. “What happened?” “Well some guy called me a bitch and that Clay should watch over his princess.” You said casually like it wasn’t a big deal. Tara stopped eating her salad, “What the hell Y/N?! Did you tell Jax or Clay? Or Gemma?!” “No! If I do then I won’t be able to go to the benefit and I have this amazing royal blue sparkly dress that Alan bought me and I will not miss out!” You said. “Are you hearing yourself right now? Do you know what it is liked to be kidnapped or ever stalked?” She said. You looked down because that all happened to her and even your mom got raped. You came to your senses, “Okay, I’ll tell Jax.” 


You were getting ready when you got a phone call from your brother. “Hello wonderful brother of mine.” You said answering the phone. “Hey, Tara said you needed to tell me something. I’ve been waiting on your call but haven’t got it so I called you.” He said. “ Yeah, I don’t want you to go crazy but today I got a really weird call from some random guy and he called me a bitch and said that Clay should keep a close eye on his princess.” You said quickly. “Why the hell are you barely telling me this?! You should be here so we can watch over you! You think I want my little sister in danger?” Jax yelled. “Listen Jax, I’ve been checking my surroundings every ten minutes and I can’t go with you guys today because I have that benefit. I promise I will come right after it’s over.” You said hoping he would agree to your deal. “You gt your ass over here now Y?N! That’s not a wait till after the big event with your rich ass boyfriend. You come now or I will show up to that benefit and drag you out.” Clay said to you. You got a text message from Alan saying that he was outside. You looked down and knew you were gonna regret what came out your mouth next. “Daddy I will see you soon. I love you.” You hung up. You put your phone on silent and walked out the door after taking one more glance at yourself. “You look beautiful.” Alan said staring at you in amazement. “Thank you.” He closed your door and drove off once he got in the car. 

The two of you were driving and you saw your phone going off, it was Juice. You ignored his call and saw that you had many missed calls from everyone and a few messages of your mom, dad, and Jax going off telling you to go to their house. Juice texted you saying, “Please answer the phone, I’m worried about you.” and “Look, you need to get over here. Fuck that guy, just please come now!” You put your phone away and looked out the window. “You okay?” Alan asked. “Of course I am.” You said smiling back. Just then, a car from behind you came to the side of Alan’s car and ran the two of you off the road. All you could remember was the car rolling to the side of the bridge. You crawled out the car window, dizzy and seeing blood on your hands. “Alan! Get up!” You said pulling Alan out the car. You felt someone pull your hair. “Didn’t I tell you that your daddy should keep a close on his princess?” You recognized his voice from the phone call. “Let her go!” Alan said struggling to get up. One of the guys in a mask shot Alan instantly. You screamed and the man who had you by your hair hit you over the head with his gun and shoved you into the truck.