tig x tara

“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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🖤 Another Love 🖤

Request: @recklesslonelyblond​ Hey lovely! Can I request some twisted imagine Chibs x Reader where she find out that Filip cheated on her with Fiona/Althea and also she just found out that she is pregnant and she haven’t told him yet? Thank you! 😄 I also wanted to say that I love your blog and your works are amazing 😙😙

Notes // Mentions // Warnings // Words: Chibs Telford x Reader // Fiona Larkin, Kerrianne Larkin-Telford, Jimmy O'Phelan, Ima Tite, Tig Trager, Juice Ortiz, Bobby Elvis, Jax Teller, Tara Knowles // Angst, Drama, Fluff // 3.742

Song suggestions: Just Give Me a Reason by Madilyn Bailey ft. Nate Ruess, Happier by Ed Sheeran, & The Blackest Day by Lana Del Rey

We need to talk, Filip.

You ok, lass?

More or less…

Nervously you waited for him, reading the same three messages over and over again. Your hands were as cold as ice and trembled relentlessly. Why did he done it? You desperately searched for answers, thousands of thoughts seemed to explode in your head.

How did it come to this?

You looked forward to meet Fiona and Kerrianne and already liked what your boyfriend Chibs told you about them. They visited the States to celebrate Kerrianne’s 22nd birthday. You got along well with Fiona and especially with Kerrianne the instant you and Chibs picked the two Irish women up from the airport. No surprise, you and Chibs’ daughter shared several interests and you two were almost of the same age.

Right from the start you knew it couldn’t always be easy with the not insignificant age difference, which separated you and Chibs. Nevertheless, a part of him always stayed the reckless Glaswegian boy and he mentioned once or twice that you’re an old soul, caged in a young body and only your eyes revealed this secret.

The two Europeans wanted to stay for a few days and you spent a lot of time with Chibs, his ex-wife and his daughter. He always made sure that you didn’t feel excluded, be it an affectionate kiss or pinching your bum unexpectedly, followed by him winking at you. He knew all the little tender endearments, that made you feel loved.

Would it be better if you didn’t knew?

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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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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’.

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?-8

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Requested by @homra-the-red-clan

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of a brutal beating resulting in a miscarriage!  You’ve been warned, please read with caution!

Tig x Ava (OFC), Happy X Ava

Clay struggled to breathe, he crawled across the floor to his phone he knew he needed help. He heard the rumble of several bikes riding up to the cabin, he turned his head at the sound of boots.

Chibs, Rat, and Quinn rushed inside, seeing Clay laying on the floor. Chibs knelt at his side, checking his wounds, “Go get my medic back! Call Juice to come out with the van! Have Tara come with com.”

Rat ran out side to get the back, Quinn pulled out his phone. Chibs grabbed his medic bag, and started to try to stabilize Clay until Tara could get there. “Who did this Clay?” 

Clay closed his eyes, refusing to answer. He needed time to think of a way to cover up the things they’d done to Ava. “I don’t know.” 

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kimtotes  asked:

i hardcore ship tara/tig too, since like season 3. that's like the queen and her knight

You were the”one other person” I was talking about. hahaha Yeah, same here. And especially at the end, he is always there, hovering, watching, putting his hand/himself between her and danger or bad situations. Like…how could you not?

“Nothin’ touches her, boss”


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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anonymous asked:

wait. you ship Tig/Tara? how is this a thing i did not know? do you have any head canons about them? have you written any fic for them? can you rec some good fic that features them?

Oh my lovely, sweet, precious anon. Yes. I ship them. a lot. But I never talk about it because I only know like one other person that does. I have found zero fic for the two of them and have looked pretty extensively. I do have fic for them I’ve written myself, I just haven’t put it up or finished it. If I knew people other than myself would be interested then I should get to work on it!

Basically, he would have saved her. HE. WOULD. HAVE. SAVED. HER. And like the lies and the bull shit she put up with would have been cut by like 9000%.