#soa gemma

[wetpussyju1ce]

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Jax Teller x Pregnant!fem reader

suggestive content. +18 mdni

the moment jax finds out reader is pregnant, he'll get his shit together for her n the baby, quickly books doctor appointments, gets her vitamins and anything pregnant women need to stay healthy during the pregnancy. he also gets extra protective and some chemicals in his brain shifts where his sense of danger and threat is heightened, or maybe he's just paranoid, but whatever it is, it makes him lowkey dangerous to be around when it has to do anything with his pregnant wife.

he doesn't tolerate mistakes or slip ups when it comes to her, if she's served a beer or something with raw fish in it. and he made sure everyone in the club knew she was pregnant and to be extra careful around her, is that so hard to understand? 

His behaviour gets worse the more she starts to show, he won't even let her walk in the bar anymore because he doesn't want her to inhale the tobacco in the air, or be around stinky sailor-cursing bikers, no offense or anything. But also he really doesn't like how some men look at his wife while she's round and carrying his baby, he knows she's beautiful, a ray of sunshine, and worst of all, even in pregnancy she glows and looks so adorable, and he's a selfish bastard, so he doesn't want to share her with others. 

The only person who can really pry his pretty wife off his hands is his mum, Gemma, and she's so excited to be a grandma. The moment they broke the news to her, she was over the moon, so excited and happy for her son to become a dad. So, at the earliest convenience, she kidnaps Jax’s wife literally out of their bed, while Jax is all groggy and pissed off, hair sticking in all directions, shirtless and georgous. Gemma is literally dancing in their bedroom, with a glass or orange juice in her hand, “Come on, rise and shine, I'm taking you shopping today!”

Jax’s prettiest girl is confused as she sits up in the bed, “How did you get in?”

“Mum, get out,” Jax is not happy at all, glaring at his mum while sitting up in the bed, making sure the sheets stay above his belly button while his wife accepts the glass of orange juice and drinks the whole thing, “Thanks, Gemma, I was thirsty,”

“You were?” Jax rasps, voice deep from sleep, holding his wife's hand in his, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes. 

“Hm, I was,” His wife nods and he hums, “I'll get you water bottles to keep in the bedroom at night,”

“Thank you,” She smiles and stretches, he watches her stretch her arms above her bed, arching her back and rolling her neck, he suddenly gets the urge to kiss her silly but remembers his mother was still in their bedroom, “Get out!”

“I will! I'll make breakfast, your favourite, so don't go back to sleep,” Gemma says, holding her hands in the air in surrender and slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“How did she even get in? I locked the door yesterday,” Jax asked, running his hands through his hair. 

“You gave her a spare key in case of emergencies, remember?” She says, getting out of the bed and going over to the windows, cracking one of them open to let in fresh air. 

“Does it look like we're having an emergency?” Jax grumbles, annoyed at being woken up before he wakes up on his own, he was planning to sleep in, spend time with his wife and do some planning for the next months but that's all thrown out of the window now because his mum was too excited to call. 

Jax sighs, his shoulders slumping, then he looks up at his pretty wife, wearing one of his old ratty t-shirts and underwear, the fabric hiding the small bump he knew was there. She stood barefoot on the carpet, the sun shining behind her, looking so soft and cute he wanted nothing more than to drag her back in bed and bury himself inside her until they're satisfied. And with that, he feels tingling in his groin and he's reminded of his morning wood, great.

“Do you want to shower together? I'll take care of you,” She smiles and he wants to scream out of the window about how he's the luckiest bastard in the world. So he quickly gets out of the bed, almost tripping on the sheets making his wife giggle. Then he grabs her by the waist and pinches at her sides, making her squeal and laugh, “Stop! Your mum will hear!” 

Jax sighs, right, they had a guest. 

She immediately notices the change of his demeanour and cups his face, “I know you'll talk to her, set boundaries, she knows better than to do that again.”

Jax covers her hands in his, then turns his head, kissing her palm, “Okay, darling,”

“Okay,” She says and he grabs her hands, takes them down from his face and pulls her in the bathroom.

. 

. 

. 

Jax gets cute aggression the bigger his wife gets, and he's shameless with it too, squeezes her tight in his arms, keeps kissing and squishing her cheeks in his hands, bites her thighs when they're at home and coos at her, talks to her like a baby when they're alone, because he enjoys her annoyed reaction to them, but also because he can't help it! When he especially annoys her, she tells him that she's a grown woman who's pregnant because his dick was inside her, and all he does is laugh loudly. 

He's also sweet and patient when she starts to get quickly tired, when her muscles ache and when her feet get sore, also when she's constantly hot and sweating, and all Jax does is buy her more and more of her favourite soaps, shower gels, lotions and shampoos in her favourite scents to make her feel better about the changes in her body. He still loves her either way, and his dick always gets hard when he looks at her, even if she's sweaty and smelly as she claims, but something primal in his brain only understands that she's pregnant, healthy, and his, and that, he really likes. 

As much as her mood swings give her a hard time, with the changes in her hormones and all, Jax finds himself secretly enjoying them, not in a twisted sick way, but in a “my wife cries and I'm the only one who can comfort her” way.

This happens a few times, where he's busy with club activities while she's hanging out with his mum and the other old ladies, then he gets a call from his mum, saying that his wife is crying, sobbing and is on her way to the club, that they tried to stop her but she left anyways. And the first things Jax asks is; is she alone? how is she coming to the club? is she driving??? 

Before any of his questions are answered, he hears her ask for him and he but leaps out of his chair, leaving the meeting they were having and she's right there, dressed like the prettiest thing in the world, her cheeks tender, her nose runny and her eyes glassy and a bit red from crying. As soon as her eyes land on him, she sobs and he quickly goes to her, gathers her in his arms, making sure not to squeeze her bump between them and shushes her, stroking her back, kissing her wet cheeks and letting her burrow in the crook of his neck. 

He ends up sitting somewhere private with her in his lap, sniffling and hiccuping, and Jax doesn't like to see his baby cry, but then he's not too bothered because she's pregnant and if anything bad happened, Gemma would have told him at least.

So he finally asks when she's less frantic, “Why are you crying, babe?”

She freezes and he frowns, squeezing her thigh once, “Are you alright? You can tell me,”

“You'll think it's stupid,” She whispered and he immediately hugged her to his chest, “I'll never, baby, I promise.”

“It's– I read in a magazine about these orphan baby monkeys-” Her voice catches in her throat and she starts crying again, Jax coos, patting her back through her devastated sobs, “There's so much pollution– The poor babies, they're– They're so tiny-” 

“Here, here, I'm sure they'll get rescued and put in a zoo or something,” He says, a small smile on his lips. 

[beamergirll11]

I don’t give a fuck about all the hate, Gemma is a bad bitch.

[lunajay33]

The Teller Girl

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut

•Masterlist•

Being in this life was a roller coaster, being the younger sister of Jax made for me always having a target on my back but being surrounded my the motorcycle club made it worth it, they all treated me like an equal and always made sure I was safe

Mom and Clay still treated me like a little girl even though I’m in my twenties which made it hard for me to try and show the others I was more than just a weak girl that was watched over all the time

Leading to me not having much experience in the men field, sure I’ve made out with a few bikers that would come around from other states but never more than that before they were ripped away from me by an angry Jax or Clay

And now, well I’ve grown strong burning feelings for Chibs, when he first came around I didn’t think much other than he was hot as hell, but now over the past year I can’t get him out of my head, the gentle touches in passing by, the late night talks as we shared a cigarette, yeah he’s way older than me but I don’t care I like them older

But how the hell do I go about it, I’m a virgin that’s drooling over a man part of the club, Jax would say no being overprotective like a brother and clay would have my head on a stick, but I needed to confide in someone

•

Walking into the club I sit at the bar, the group scattered around the bar laughing and drinking as usual

Chibs comes and leans on the bar next to me with a smirk that makes my knees weak and my heart pound harder

“Ey lil lady been missin ye around ‘ere” he said placing a beer infront of me which I quickly took a swing of

“Yeah me too, just been thinking about a lot, can I actually talk to you for a moment……in private” he nods

“Lead the way beautiful” I walk out the back and sit on a bench pulling out a smoke and taking a drag handing it to him as he sits next to me

“What’s got ye so glum?” I took the cigarette back after he blew out some smoke, my nerves on fire

“Do you think Jax and Clay would be alright if I wanted to be with someone in the club?” This man was the only one who ever made me feel confident enough to tell my dark secrets to

“Shite lassy, Jax might come around if ye talked to him but Clay…..whoever it is he’d have his head of a bloody stick” he groaned making my thoughts true, I look over at him again with longing eyes just wanting for him to hold me, to feel his lips all over me

“What ugly bastard round here’s got yer fancy? Pretty lil thing like ye deserves better anyways” he sighs running his hand down my back

“Doesn’t matter, like you said I could probably never have him with Clay around always watching over my every move”

“Never seen ye so distraught about anything before, ye must really like this guy” his expression gone from light hearted to worried

“God you have no idea Chibs, you have no idea, his the only man I’ve ever wanted”

His brows furrowed when he took the cigarette back

“Who is this bastard? Please god don’t tell me it’s Juice” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“No, he’s older, sexy, treats me like gold and I can’t get him out of my head” I say not taking my eyes away from him as I place my hand on his thigh and I see the moment when he realizes I’m talking about him

“Ye serious angel?”

I nod not knowing how to read his expression

“Ye have no idea how long I’ve wanted ye angel, if we do this, we gotta keep it a dirty lil secret” he whispers his lips hovering just above mine

“I want this Chibs, I want the real thing so can we take it slow?”

“Anything ye want ye have” he smirks again before he takes the back of my neck and smash’s his lips to mine, the kiss hot and rough making me want so much more when he pulls away I let out a whimper making his laugh

“Come on lassy, let’s get ye back in before they get suspicious”

•

It’s been a week since Chibs and I made it official, he’d come by late at night bringing me different gifts, sometimes flowers sometimes he’d bring sloppy burgers and drinks, but all I really wanted was just him, every time I’d see him my body would set fire my panties wet

We’d get so hot and heavy, making out on his motorcycle, grinding on his hard on, his lips leaving hickeys all over me but I’d always get nervous when he’d go for my shorts but he always reassured me

The club was out doing god knows what so it was just a few of us girls sat out side the show in bikinis and short shorts catching some run and gossiping about our men

Just me Lyla and Tara, Lyla talking about all the raunchy things her and Opie do, Tara not as open but still chatting along knowing I don’t wanna hear about my own brothers crazy sex life

“So y/n why don’t you got yourself a man yet, your gorgeous any man would be lucky to have you” Lyla asks

“Well if you haven’t noticed my brother and father hate seeing me with anyone, mom’s been begging me to get an old man to give her another grandbaby but….”

“But what?” Tara asks both now fully intrigued

“Maybe I do have an old man but I’m not really…” the rumble of bikes pull up into the yard some going into the shop, Jax and opie coming over to greet the girls

“What’re ye ladies chatting about” Chibs asks smirking as he comes over, all I want to do is jump in his arms

“Y/n was just about to tell us something now shoo, I have a feeling this is juicy” Lyla laughs and the guys out their hands up and back away laughing with eachother, going back to sitting in their bikes not far away

“Back to it!” Tara pokes

“I’m not really experienced”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m……I’m a virgin and I really wanna be with my old man but I don’t want to be bad at it”

“YOURE A VIRGIN!” Lyla basically yells surprised and all the guys look our way making me groan in embarrassment I cover my face already hearing the guys run over like a wild pack of dogs, surrounding us Jax, bobby, tigs, opie, and Chibs who had a confused look on his face

“How the hell do you hang around our scene and you’re still a virgin” tigs asks I could feel my face was as red as a tomato

“Guys you’re embarassing her” Tara said coming to my rescue

“Well when you have two cock blocks on your shoulders every second it’s hard to explore” I groan glaring daggers at Jax making them all laugh again

“Well baby you want someone to pop that cherry?” Bobby asks grabbing his crotch making every scoff in disgust

“You wish” everyone settled down and dispersed leaving just me and Chibs, he sat in the chair next to me where Lyla previously occupied

“Baby why didn’t ye tell me?”

“I….i wanted to chibs but you know this life you guys have crow eaters hanging off you any chance they get, I didn’t wanna disappoint you and you find out I’m a bad lay”

“Yer crazy woman, ain’t nothing ye could do would make me leave, ye ain’t just some lay to me”

“Really?” This man is gonna drive me wild, the hard sexy biker had a soft spot and it’s all for me

He nods taking my hand and squeezing it gently

“Ye got nothing to be worried about lassy”

The rest of the day the guys were teasing me every chance they got but I didn’t mind I know they’re just playing around

Sitting at a table Jax sits across from me handing me his drink

“Tara told me you got yourself an old man, you’re somebodies lady?” The anxiety was rising quickly, the overprotective brother was now right infront of me full force

“Don’t be mad, I wanted to tell you I just wanted it to be normal for once, I didn’t want everyone in our business and I know how you are with this stuff” he sighs hanging his head

“You know I just do that because I want you with a good guy, not some punk that’s only after some ass”

“I know and I love you for that, but trust me this guy is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, he respects me”

“Obviously if you’re still a virgin” he jokes making me roll my eyes

“Okay now who’s this guy”

“I can’t tell you, not yet”

“Why?”

“Well……”

“It’s not someone from the club right?” I open my mouth to say no but I can’t lie to him so I just stay quiet

“I can’t tell you yet just give me time” he groans again but nods

“Fine but if he hurts you I’ll kill him” I nod laughing

“Oh trust me I know”

•

That night I get cleaned up and slip into my white silk nightie anxious for the talk I know Chibs will have with me

I here the knock on the door and I quickly answer talking him in and all his glory

“Well look at ye my lil angel” he smirks walking in and closing the door behind him, his hands going straight to my hips backing me up to my room and down onto the bed

“Let me show ye how fun this can be” I nod quickly the anxiety about my first time immediately gone

“I want you” I whine feeling like every nerve on my body was on fire especially between my legs

I sit up unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, he quickly takes off his kutte and shirt leaving him in just his boxers he leans down to place a slow kiss but I stop him

“Wait! Keep the kutte on baby” he smirks and throws it on before pulling my nightie off leaving me completely naked laying infront of him

“Shite Angel yer fucking gorgeous, let me get a lil taste” he traced kisses down my body quick licks to my tits then down to my thighs

“Come on Chibs you’re teasing me” I whine gripping his hair and grinding my hips

He laughs but his mouth is quickly on me making me gasp this new feeling was euphoric, his tongue is like magic

“Oh god don’t stop” I try to stay quiet but I can’t the way he’s making me feel is too much but god is it good

“Yes right there chibs” he slips his fingers in curling them while he keeps playing with my clit and I feel something build and build

“OH GOD CHIBS IM….”

“Let go baby I wanna taste ye” and at his words I cum so hard my vision blurs and I can’t help to grip his hair tighter

He leans over me again sucking his fingers off then brushing my hair back

“Ye ready for the real thing?”

“Please I need it” I push down his boxers and I can’t help but stare

“Like what ye see baby girl” I hum when he drags his tip through my folds still sensitive

He slowly pushes against me until his head pops in and I groan at the stretch, his hand coming to circle my clit

“Breath baby it’ll feel better soon” he keeps pushing in until I feel him flush against me

“Fuck you’re so deep” he smirks and pushes down on my lower stomach making me moan

“Right here doll” he slowly starts to thrust hitting a spot so good even better than before

Seeing him over me his expression in ecstasy, his eyebrows furrows and hearing him groan as he got faster drove me even closer to the edge

“So close fuck you feel so good baby” I basically scream

“Cum for me Angel, gonna pump ye so full it’ll be dripping out of ye” those words were all I need to let go and cum all over him then feeling him cum in me something so foreign but so good

“Fuck” we say in unison as he pulls out feeling his cum drip out, he spreads my legs wide open watching

“Look at that, taking it so well” he carries me to the washroom and washes us both up before pulling on his boxers and putting my nightie back on holding me close in bed

“Did I do good?” I ask looking up at him as his hand traces gently asked my arm

“Ye were amazing doll, now get some rest”

•

The next morning I wake and Chibs is gone and all I want to do is curl up next to him and feel him all day, but I know he’s got shit to do and I’ve got to help the club out, I get ready a little sore and head over to the shop

Only a few guys are around the rest probably out doing illegal stuff, I start cleaning around the places and doing some work in the shop for mom running through papers

“Missed ye lassy” I hear that beautiful Scottish voice behind me I turn dropping the papers and jumping into his arms

“Everything okay?” I ask looking him over

“I’m fine baby, how’s yer tight lil pussy” he smirks smacking my ass

“Great, little sore but in a good way”

“Yeah, ye sure I wasn’t to rough on ye” he whispers his cologne enveloping me making it me new favorite smell

“Maybe next time you can show me how to ride you how you like”

He smashes his lips against mine and I can’t get enough he lifts me onto the desk wrapping my legs around his sides so lost in the moment I don’t even hear the door to the office open

“You’ve got to be shitting me” we both turn seeing Jax and tigs in the doorway, one smirking the other surprised and angry

“Uh oh”

•

Part.2

Part 2 coming soon im going to make this a series! If you’d like to be tagged comment below

[brunettemarionette]

the only female mechanic series

Gemma sighs as she talks over the phone. "…no, she doesn't have any open appointments for the next few months. I have Tig, Juice, or Opie free?… okay well, I'll book you in with her if anything opens up. Bye." She sighs putting the phone down walking outside.

The guys were all standing watching you bent over the hood of a car, looking into the window, with your overalls on, arms tied around your waist, and a cropped vest. "Does anyone work around here?"

They all scurried away in case you turned and notice them staring.

The matriarch of the club sighs before giving you a once over and staring at your ass until she notices Clay staring at her with a smirk. "Stop staring at the kid's ass while she's working," he says teasingly.

Gemma just smirked, whispering in her husband's ear as he rubbed a hand over his chest, "I will when you do, baby."

[pileofboneswrites]

TAILSPIN.

SUMMARY — after receiving an unintelligible call from jax, you rush back to charming to discover your son, abel, has been kidnapped by camerson hayes, and worst yet, he also killed your younger brother that you practically raised.

PAIRING — exhusband!jax teller x fem!halfsack'ssister!reader | juice ortiz x reader

WORD COUNT — 3.8k

WARNINGS — established relationship(s), kidnapping, murder, death, past child neglect (about reader and her brother), divorce, premature birth, pregnancy complications, agent stahl, swearing, fighting, angst, loss of loved ones, suicidal thoughts, contemplation of suicide, cheating, allusion to smut but no description, no use of y/n (she's actually only outwardsly referenced 2 times and is referred to as miss epps or epps).

AUTHORS NOTES — just to clear somethings up; jax married reader instead of wendy, and instead of drugs being the reason abel was born early it was just due to pregnancy complications.

MASTERLIST | SONS OF ANARCHY

your heart was slamming rapidly into your ribcage, panic rolling off your skin in waves. you push the pedal to the floor, the idea of a speeding ticket not even remotely close to crossing your mind. this was your fault, it was. leaving charming, even for a few hours always felt like it had consequences. something bad always seemed to happen the moment you crossed the county line. your tires squeal as you peel into the teller-morrow parking lot, slamming your car in park as you jump out, only barely remembering to take off your seatbelt as you go. clay, piney, and opie are standing by the entrance to the clubhouse, sad expressions creasing their features.

"what happened?!" you ask, your voice loud, panicked and harsh.

the surprise on their faces from your tone has silence ringing in your ears. you'd known them for years, opie, jax and you being quite the troublesome trio through most of your youth. they'd never heard you raise your voice before, let alone the venom behind your words.

"someone answer me!" you shout, your entire body vibrates from the panic working its way down to your stomach.

you're going to puke if someone doesn't tell you what the hell is going on, and soon. you'd received a rather frantic voicemail from jax last night and hadn't been able to reach him since, which is what made you turn your car around and head for the clubhouse. his voice was shakey, and you couldn't hear a damn thing that made sense. but you know jax, and jax doesn't panic. he's dealt with and seen it all through the years, he's not easy to shake. so hearing your husband–well soon-to-be ex-husband–in that state had your mind reeling.

"kiddo, you need to take a deep breath." clay starts, attempting to sling an arm around your shoulders.

you shrug him off, "no! you need to tell me what the hell is going on, and why jax called me in a panic, and where the hell he is!"

it comes out as one rushed sentence, barely comprehensible but opie steps towards you. he rests a large hand on your shoulder, a distraught look on his face.

"we need you to take a breath, seriously, epps. i'll tell exactly what's happening, but you've barely taken a breath since walking over here, and you look like you're going to passout."

you nod, sucking in some extremely needed air. you take a second to just regulate yourself, and in that time, opie steers you over to one of the picnic tables. you sit down, back to the table and once you've calmed a little, you cross your arms and look up at him expectantly.

"alright, now, tell me."

he glances back at clay, and at his dad, before looking back to you. they turn and walk into the clubhouse, giving you two some privacy.

"cameron hayes killed your brother because he thinks gemma killed edmund,"

"w-what?" you ask, bottom lip wobbling, your head is spinning

your baby brother is... dead? eddie is dead? cameron hayes killed your brother? you shake your head, wiping your eyes on the sleeve of your flannel. you'd practically raised eddie. your mom was a drunk, and your dad had left long before you could form any memories of him. so, from ten on, you were big sister, mommy and daddy all rolled into one. you taught him manners, how to use the toilet, how to cook, how to flirt with girls, and so many more things. you'd been there for every step of his life, cheering loud enough to drown out the naysayers.

when he left for the military you were terrified that you'd get that call every parent dreds. sure, you weren't really his mom, you couldn't be with the five year age gap, but in all the areas that mattered, you were. eddie was your first kid in a twisted sense, and knowing that he'd made it all the way home from iraq, only to die at the hands of someone affiliated with the club that he loved so much shattered your heart.

"n-no, that's not possible, i-i just sp-spoke to eddie, we-we just spoke this morning. h-he said he and-and-and-and," you're spiraling, mind and heart racing faster, and faster before your expression drops, and your mind clears. "abel. he was taking tara back to jax's to get some of abel's things. where is my baby? where's abel, harry? where is my baby?"

you're sobbing uncontrollably, your entire body shaking as you slide off the seat of the picnic table, onto the concrete. opie pulls you into his chest, and you sob into his shirt. it's another first for all of them, watching you breakdown, watching you cry.

"we're going to find abel," opie says into your ear, trying to calm you down, it doesn't help, you just cry harder.

it shouldn't have happened in the first place! the club was on lockdown. losing eddie is hard enough, but losing your son in the same span of minutes is devastating. it takes you twenty minutes, but when you finally pull yourself together again you pat opie's arm, and stand up.

"where is jax?" you ask quietly, taking a deep breath.

"he's at home, we're heading over there now, let juice drive you, you shouldn't be driving right now." opie says, and you nod.

normally you'd fight him, which he's well aware of, but knowing your son is god knows where has you in an anxious tailspin. you don't have the energy to fight with anyone right now. opie walks you over to your car, tucking you into the passenger seat and waiting by the door for the other's to come out of the clubhouse.

"what happened exactly?" your voice is barely a whisper, and opie looks worried.

"are you sure you want the run down right now?" he questions, and you immediately nod, your eyes on the hood of your car.

"please, ope," its the most desperate, pathetic sound to ever cross your lips, but you have to know.

he takes a deep breath, "what tara says happened, is that gemma took off while they were out, so she sent your brother to watch over her, and she went to jax's house. stahl freaked, shot edmund hayes, gemma shot polly, and stahl pinned the blame on her. half– eddie took off to find tara, and cameron must have followed him from their safe house. cameron was going to kill abel, but your brother stepped in, and got stabbed in the process. he tied her up in the nursery, and left with abel."

"the same man who killed my brother, has my son?" you ask, and he nods. "and tara just let him take my son?"

"well, i wouldn't say that—"

"everyone's ready," juice says, stepping up to the driver's side window, pulling the door open.

"hang tight," opie says, patting your knee before closing the door, and walking over to his bike.

"hey baby," juice says softly, "i'm sorry."

you nod, but don't say anything. you pull your seatbelt on, and lean back. you and juice had been together for a couple of months, with jax's blessing of course. he'd been great, amazing even. part of you would always love jax in a way that juice would understand, and he was okay with that. knowing you would be crawling into bed with him every night was good enough to ease any worries he might have had. juice had been rock solid in your life, a shoulder you privately cried on when jax had initially asked for the divorce.

you saw it coming from a mile away, while you'd loved each other greatly, it just wasn't the same kind. you knew that in the beginning, the middle and especially at the end. you also knew that if you didn't agree, or you tried to convince him to stay, that you'd lose him for real. he'd grow to resent you, and you'd grown to hate him for resenting you. you couldn't live in a world where jax wasn't at least a part of your life in some capacity. so that meant an amicable split, and seeing him when you dropped off abel. despite what most people think about your relationship, things haven't changed.

jax is still one of your best friends, and when you're not working, you're usually at his house. your relationship label may have changed, but your relationship hadn't. opie had been the most worried when you'd told him you were getting divorced. his two best friends splitting? nightmare. but when you told him there were no hard feelings, well, he actually didn't believe you at first. it took seeing you both in action to actually understand that you were serious. then, you found out you were pregnant.

it didn't change anything, you were still getting divorced, but jax was actually really excited. he'd told you about all his worries about becoming a father, and you reassured him that he'd be great. in turn he did the same for you. he joined you at every appointment, and played a very active role in your pregnancy. he helped you find an apartment close to his house, and spent a lot of time by your side helping you with nursery set up, moving, and everything in between.

gemma was probably the most heartbroken over your split. she loved you just as much as (and sometimes more than) jax. she helped you a lot over the years, especially when she found out about her grandbaby. gemma made the transition from wife, to ex and baby momma so much easier. she was a cheerleader for you, and always in your corner. you were incredibly lucky to have them, and be in the situation you were in. tara on the other hand... she was the opposite. gemma clocked it the moment you went into labour prematurely.

you'd been stressed over work, being the only manager on an already understaffed team was difficult but so was being pregnant. you'd never planned on getting pregnant, so there were a lot of things at work you decided were to be dealt with later. the moment you found out, you were trying your damnedest to get things ready. the stress got to you, and manifested itself in making your pregnancy high risk, and then landing you in the hospital way earlier than you should have been. it was obvious to you the moment jax came to see you after abel was born that tara thought it was your fault.

later it became clear to you that she just didn't like you, something you didn't notice in your teen years. you'd never really spent any time with her then, but the more time you spent with her after your son's birth, because lets face it anytime you went to visit jax she was there. all smiles, and cooing at your son until jax left the room, and then a scowl and general disinterest in you reared its ugly head. now things were different. she let a terrorist kill your baby brother, and kidnapp your son. karma was about to take her ass for a ride, and you were going to be driving.

"hey," juice says, his warm hand finding yours over the center console, snapping you from your thoughts. "we're here,"

you turn your head, and see clay speaking to tara in the doorway. your vision goes dark. you don't even remember getting out of the car, let alone walking over to tara and grabbing a handful of her hair. you're yelling is incomprehensible, but it's obvious to onlookers that you're sobbing as you beat the shit out of her. you come to again with juice's arms around you, pulling you into the house, and opie pulling tara inside into a different room. your only injury is three claw marks across your cheek, but tara is quite a bit worse for ware.

"what the hell were you thinking?!" jax snaps at you, upon pulling you away from juice, and into abel's nursery.

"i was thinking about how that bitch let some guy take my fucking baby and kill my baby brother!" you scream at him, breaking down all over again. "my baby..."

his expression softens, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you into a hug. you sob into his shoulder, loud, heartbreaking, borderline violent wails.

"i'm sorry about your brother, i really am, but you can't blame tara."

you pull back, weaseling away from his grip, "can't i?"

"it could have happened to anyone, it could have happened to you."

"i would have died, jackson, and i think you better than anyone knows that. i would have died for abel. for eddie. i would not have let that man get away with everything i love." you say, sobering, violent, hot anger courses through you. "i would have died or killed him. i wouldn't have let him walk out the door."

he just stares at you. his once bright blue eyes dark, like the light behind them died. you know he knows exactly how you feel. that he blames tara to some degree. but you don't really care. you're numb. your heart aching in a way you've never felt before. in a way you'd never wish upon your worst enemy. tara included, despite what she did. the worst part is you don't have the one person you want to talk to about it. eddie died protecting her, and his nephew. what did tara do? she let herself get tied up, let cameron take your baby, let cameron kill your brother. tara lost nothing, and once again, you've lost everything.

"i want to kill her jax," you say finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, his sad eyes just staring back at you. "that's not rational, not right. but i've just lost the two single most important people in my life, and i want to kill her for it."

"i understand what you're saying, why you're saying it," he says slowly, "but you're right, it's not rational."

"when abel comes home, she's not allowed to be around him by herself. i don't care what that means. i don't feel comfortable with her being alone with our son." you tell him, fingers grasping the cool leather of his kutte to pull him in closer. "i don't want to see, hear or think about her until then, and you bet your ass, i'm coming with you to bring him home, whatever, and wherever that takes us."

jax briefly looks scared of you, but he collects himself just as quickly as you let him go, and brush past him back out the way you came.

"you're lucky you're not dead," you seeth, flipping tara off with both hands as you walk back out to your car.

worried about your well-being and your mental state, jax sends juice home with you when you leave. the drive to your apartment, albeit quick, is silent. how does one comfort someone who lost both their only child, and only brother in a matter of minutes? besides, juice knows you well enough to know that you'll talk when you're ready. if you're ever ready. and right now? you don't know if you'll ever be. the fear of unraveling that far scares you. so for now, you think positively, and you keep moving forward.

it takes four hours, before agent stahl is in your living room, sitting on your couch. juice stands in the kitchen, watching the exchange from the sink, where he's washing your lunch dishes.

"so, mrs teller, where were you yesterday afternoon?" she asks, and you immediately understand why the club hates the woman so much.

"the divorce might not be finalized yet, but it's miss epps, and i was half-way to seattle."

"ah, yes, i forgot about that... why were you heading to seattle?"

"i don't really see how that's going to get my son back, seeing as you know who took him already."

"we need to get a picture together of everyone's movements."

"i got a phone call a few days ago, my mother's in the hospital there. she wanted to see me, so i was going."

"as i understand it, you aren't close with your mother?"

"no. look, agent stahl, this isn't helping. get your ass out there and look for my son. you're the reason my brother died, i'm not interested in you being the reason my son dies too. do your fucking job." you abruptly stand up, and walk into the kitchen.

you want to throw something. you want to scream. you want to be violent and aggressive. you miss your brother. you miss your baby. you want them back. most of all, you want this nightmare to be over.

when jax tells you they're heading to ireland, you pack light, but take abel's favourite stuffed animal, a white bear with a blue hat, mitts, scarf and booties. you carry the bear with you, hugging it tightly when you worry you're about to fall apart. jax's reassuring hand on your knee, and juice's hand in yours keeps your grounded. you lose yourself a little every time you think you're going to see abel, and then are denied at the last moment.

when father ashby finally drops the bomb on you and jax; that he'd been adopted, sold to another family, you break down. father ashby tries to comfort you, but nothing he says changes anything.

"i don't care about your fucking god, i don't. i don't care about your promise to john teller. i want my fucking baby back. your cousin has caused me enough pain; by killing my fucking brother. don't make the mistake of keeping my son from me." you scream, uncaring who hears you. "i'm sure you know the saying desperate people, do desperate things. desperate doesn't even begin to cover what i am, and what i'm willing to do to get abel in my arms, and back home."

you lay in bed all day, the blanket pulled up over your head, your eyes squeezed closed, the bear tucked under your arm. you've felt sick from the moment you'd heard that abel might be gone. whisked away by some—in their defence, probably oblivious, but lovely—couple, about to be taken god knows where. the very notion, that you could go home empty handed hurts, burns, stabs at your heart. you feel like someone's cut you open, and taken a knife to your chest. poking and proding at all the parts you should never poke and prod at.

you've never felt worse in your life; physically, mentally, and emotionally. you're drained, exhausted, and contemplating ending your life. you've never felt so low. you're almost embarrassed as the idea crosses your mind, but the longer you stew, the longer it seems like a really appealing idea. incredibly selfish, but desperation is like that. you weren't sure how jax was downstairs, enjoying the night, the party, the people... how he wasn't suffocating, like you were. everthing is falling apart, collapsing around you, and he's acting like everything's a-ok.

you don't hear the bedroom door open, but you startle when you feel the bed dip behind you. fight mode activates, and you leap from the bed, eyes scanning for a weapon. then you see jax's face in the reflection of the window, your heart rate slows.

"you asshole, make some noise when you move around. i thought i was about to get murdered..." you close your eyes, hands dropping to your sides. "why are you here?"

"i'm so sorry," his voice is barely a whisper, you vaguely make out the trembling of his bottom lip, and the tears streaming down his face. "this never– never should have happened."

your expression softens, and you sink back down on the small bed. you pull jax in, his head resting on your shoulder as you hold him. you'd only ever seen him cry a few times, but that was usually how you could tell he was past his breaking point. jax always perseveres, pushing forward. you're the slightly unstable, completely unhinged one. he's the calm, rational thinker.

"i don't blame you." you tell him, "i don't even blame tara, anymore. i blame stahl. it's her fault all this shit happened. had she not shot edmund, none of this would have happened."

he nods against your shoulder, then lifts his head. the kiss is unexpected, but not unwelcome or unwanted. the sex is fantastic, it always is with jax, but it just further complicates an already complicated situation. it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what happened come morning when juice pops his head into the room to see how you're doing. he's hurt, but he understands to an extent. he loves abel. he loves you and by extension abel is part of you, so what's not to love? under normal circumstances, he knows this would not be an issue, but nothing about what's happening is normal.

he knows you're grieving, he knows as abel's father, jax can relate to your struggles more than anyone. what he doesn't understand, is why, even while in the midst of a divorce, the pair of you would do something like that. how despite this, he shoves his concerns aside, and closes the door, banging heavily on it to wake the pair of you. he doesn't avoid your eye, or not take your hand when you reach for his, or walk out of every room you walk into. he instead, keeps his mouth shut, and supports you. the guilt gnaws at you, and you spend the majority of the day avoiding jax, and he you (and juice).

after your night with jax, you brush your hair, actually get dressed, and spend the afternoon playing cards with juice, opie and happy, and try really hard to feel normal. it works for a few hours, until you find out that your son has been taken, again from his new adopted parents, and that they were brutally murdered in their hotel room. discovering jimmy was behind it surprises no one, but sets you into yet another tailspin. terrified of what could happen to him, terrified that jimmy would kill him if he got too annoying.

luckily, your fears never play out, because father ashby trades himself for abel. when jax walks back through the doors of the apartment you'd all been staying in, with abel in his arms you can't help the happy tears. shaky, holding your breath, hand over your mouth, you stare at your unharmed baby in jax's arms. seeing abel for the first time in what feels like an eternity is like a cold water shock to your system. when jax hands him over to you, letting you finally hold your son after weeks without him.

he smiles up at you, cooing softly, and reaching for your hair. it's like every bad, anxiety moment slips away. it doesn't matter that he was gone, all that matter's is that he's home, in your arms, surrounded by all the people who fought to bring him home, his family.

[tinyshyteacup]

Hospital vs. SAMCRO

I've been feeling off lately so wrote a self indulgent comfort fic.

Taglist: @kellynickelsgirl00 @ravennaortiz @privatetruths @secretlysamcro @staley83 @jozzieblood @tuesdayaddamss @mrstelford @tssweets @mamawiggers1980 @youngadult9016 @samcrosfaith @staley83 @bethexo07 @anonymouse1807 @raven1234321 @vaugarkel @callmesev @vagharsnextsnack @lunajay33 @punkrockcakepops @sweetestrose569 @xoxo-sarah @gidgetto

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TW: medical equipment, hospital setting, descriptions of pain, Tig being Tig, some characters might be slightly ooc.

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A/N: not edited properly

The steady beep of the heart monitor was the only sound in your hospital room when you first woke up. Your head felt foggy, and you couldn't quite remember how you'd ended up here. The stark white walls and antiseptic smell made everything feel surreal. You were just starting to drift back to sleep when the sound of heavy boots echoed down the hallway, followed by what could only be described as controlled chaos.

"Jesus Christ, Hap, you can't just stare at people like that," came Jax's voice from the corridor.

"I'm not staring. I'm observing," Happy's monotone response drifted through the door.

You couldn't help but smile despite the dull ache in your head.

They'd come.

Of course they'd come.

The door burst open, and suddenly your quiet hospital room was filled with leather, denim, and the unmistakable presence of SAMCRO.

Jax entered first, his blonde hair slightly disheveled, blue eyes immediately scanning you for signs of serious injury. Behind him came the rest of the crew, each one looking distinctly out of place in the sterile medical environment.

"Hey there, lass," Chibs was at your bedside in seconds, his accent thick with concern. His scarred face softened as he took in your appearance, and you could see the relief washing over him. "How ye feelin', love?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," you managed, your voice hoarse. "But better now that you're all here."

Chibs reached out to gently stroke your hair, his touch impossibly tender for such rough hands. "Scared the hell out of us, ye did. When we got the call..." He trailed off, jaw tightening. "I was already on my bike before Clay finished tellin' me what happened."

A sharp wave of pain shot through your abdomen, making you wince and clutch at your stomach. The medication they'd given you earlier wasn't touching the severity of it.

"Easy, lass," Chibs murmured, his hand immediately finding yours. "The pain still bad?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice as another wave hit.

"Juice," Jax called over, "come here. She needs distraction."

Juice scrambled over, his eyes wide with concern. "Oh man, okay, distraction. I can do that. Um, did you know that the human brain processes visual information 60,000 times faster than text? That's why, like, when you're in pain, sometimes looking at something can help more than just thinking about other stuff, you know? Like, there's this whole thing about how visual cortex stimulation can actually interfere with pain signals, and I read this study once where they had people look at these really complex patterns and it literally reduced their pain responses by like thirty percent, which is actually pretty amazing when you think about it because—"

"Juice," Opie interrupted gently, "breathe, man."

"Right, sorry, I'm rambling. I do that when I'm nervous. But hey, did I tell you about the time I accidentally hacked into the hospital's system trying to get better WiFi? Because that's actually a really funny story, well, funny now, terrifying at the time because I thought I was going to get arrested, but basically what happened was—"

Another sharp pain made you grip Chibs's hand tighter, and Juice immediately launched into an even more elaborate story about his various technological mishaps, his words tumbling over each other in his effort to keep your mind occupied.

While Chibs fussed over you and Jax pulled up chairs for everyone, Happy had positioned himself by the door like a leather-clad sentinel. His arms were crossed, and he was staring intensely at every hospital staff member who dared to walk by your room.

A young nurse with a medication cart froze in the doorway, her eyes wide as she took in Happy's imposing figure and the tattoos ceiling around his muscles like snakes.

"Um, I need to check on the patient," she squeaked.

Happy said nothing, just nodded and continued staring. The poor girl looked like she might faint.

"Hap," you called weakly, "your terrorizing the nurse."

"I'm not terrorizing anyone," he replied in his flat tone, though you caught the slight twitch of his lips. "I'm observing. "

"You're being creepy, man" Juice chimed in, then immediately looked like he regretted speaking when Happy's gaze turned to him.

The nurse finally gathered enough courage to scurry past Happy, who tracked her movement like a predator watching prey. She fumbled with her equipment, hands shaking as she tried to take your vitals.

"Bet you get to see all sorts of veins?" Happy asked her conversationally.

The nurse's face went pale. "I... what?"

"Lots of veins," Happy muttered. "Very accessible."

"HAPPY," everyone shouted in unison.

"What? I was making conversation."

The nurse finished her tasks in record time and practically sprinted from the room. You couldn't help but laugh despite the pain, which made your ribs ache but felt good anyway.

"Nice work, Hap," Tig called out. "You've got a real gift for making people uncomfortable."

"It's a talent," Happy replied seriously.

"More like a superpower," Jax added with a grin. "We should put it on your resume. 'Happy Lowman: Professional Intimidator.'"

"'Will stare at your enemies until they wet themselves,'" Opie added in a deadpan voice, which made everyone chuckle.

Happy actually looked pleased.

While Happy continued his intimidation campaign in the doorway, Tig had become fascinated with the various medical equipment in your room. He was currently examining the blood pressure cuff with the intensity of a scientist studying a new species.

"You know, this would make excellent restraints," he mused, wrapping the cuff around his own wrist and pumping it up.

"Tig, no," Jax said without looking up from where he was arranging the flowers they'd brought.

"I'm just saying, the medical field has really advanced in the bondage department," Tig continued, now trying to figure out how to deflate the cuff. "This is way more sophisticated than handcuffs."

"Tig, seriously, stop playing with—"

"OH GOD, IT'S STUCK!" Tig's voice shot up an octave as he frantically pulled at the cuff, which had apparently tightened around his wrist. "IT'S CUTTING OFF MY CIRCULATION!"

Chibs sighed and moved to help him, pressing the release valve while muttering something that probably wasn't appropriate for mixed company. "Ye daft bastard, it's got a release valve."

"You're an idiot," Opie said fondly, shaking his head.

"A sexy idiot," Tig corrected, rubbing his wrist. "Who almost lost a hand in the name of science."

"In the name of stupidity," Clay corrected from his corner.

"Hey now, there's a fine line between stupidity and curiosity," Tig protested.

"Yeah, and you crossed it about five miles back," Jax said with a smirk.

Tig immediately moved on to investigating the adjustable bed controls. "Ooh, what does this do?"

Before anyone could stop him, he'd pressed a button, and your bed began to fold in half.

"TIG!" you yelped as you were suddenly jackknifed in the middle.

"Sorry, sorry!" He frantically pushed buttons, making the bed go up and down like a carnival ride. "How do I fix this?"

"Just... stop... pushing... buttons!" you managed between bounces.

Juice rushed over to help, but in his haste, he tripped over the power cord and unplugged half the equipment in the room. Alarms started beeping, and the lights on your monitors went dark.

"Shit, shit, shit," Juice scrambled to plug everything back in while Tig continued his battle with the bed controls.

"Are you trying to kill her?" Clay asked, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that made everyone freeze.

"It was an accident!" Tig protested. "I was just trying to make her more comfortable!"

"By folding her in half?" Opie raised an eyebrow.

"The bed is very versatile!"

The chaos was interrupted by the sharp click of heels on linoleum. Gemma Teller-Morrow swept into the room like a force of nature, her dark hair perfectly styled, designer purse clutched in her manicured hands.

"What the hell is going on in here?" she demanded, taking in the scene, Tig still wrestling with the bed controls, Juice on the floor trying to untangle power cords, Happy scaring another nurse in the doorway, and you looking like you'd just survived a tornado.

"We're visiting," Jax said innocently.

"Visiting?" Gemma's voice could have cut glass. "It sounds like you're demolishing the place."

"We're being supportive," Tig added helpfully.

"You're being shitheads," Gemma corrected sharply. "All of you."

"Ma—" Jax started.

"Don't 'Ma' me, Jackson. Your supposed to be making her feel better, not giving her a migraine."

Clay snorted. "Tell us how you really feel, Gem."

"I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of grown men who have the emotional intelligence of toddlers," she shot back. "Which, let's be honest, isn't far from the truth."

She surveyed the room with the eye of a general assessing a battlefield, then immediately went into full mother mode. "Everyone out."

"Ma—" Jax started.

"OUT." Gemma's tone brooked no argument. "You're stressing her out, and she needs rest, not whatever circus act you idiots are putting on."

"But we just got here," Juice protested weakly.

"And you've already broken half the equipment in the room," Gemma pointed out. "Go get coffee. Come back in an hour when you've all remembered how to behave like civilized human beings instead of a pack of wild animals."

"We're not that bad," Tig said with a pout.

"Trager, you tried to turn medical equipment into sex toys."

"I was being innovative!"

"You were being a shithead. Now go."

The men began to file out, but Chibs hesitated by your bedside. "I don't want to leave ye, lass."

Gemma's expression softened slightly. "Twenty minutes, Filip. Then you go get something to eat."

Chibs nodded gratefully and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll be right back, lass."

Once the room had cleared except for Gemma, the older woman immediately began straightening up, fluffing your pillows and adjusting your blankets with the efficiency of someone who'd been taking care of people her entire life.

"Men," she said with fond exasperation. "They mean well, but they have the finesse of a bull in a china shop."

"They were just worried," you said softly, wincing as another wave of pain hit.

"Oh, honey, we were all worried." Gemma's tough exterior cracked slightly. "When Chibs got that call, I thought he was going to lose his mind. I've never seen him move so fast. He was already halfway to his bike before anyone could stop him."

She settled into the chair beside your bed, her expression serious. "What happened, sweetheart? And don't give me any of that 'I'm fine' bullshit. I can see right through that."

You found yourself telling Gemma everything - how you'd been feeling overwhelmed lately, how you'd been trying to handle things on your own, how you'd apparently pushed yourself too hard. She listened without judgment, occasionally reaching out to squeeze your hand.

"You don't have to carry everything alone," she said finally. "That's what family is for. And like it or not, you're family now."

"I didn't want to be a burden—"

"Stop." Gemma's voice was firm but kind. "You're not a burden. You're one of us. And we take care of our own."

The door opened quietly, and Chibs peeked in. "How are ye feelin', lass?" Chibs approached your bed as if you were made of spun glass.

"Tired," you admitted. "But better. The pain's starting to ease up a little."

He settled carefully on the edge of the bed, his hand finding yours. "I was so scared," he said quietly. "When I saw ye lying here..."

"I'm okay," you assured him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Ye better not," he said, his accent thick with emotion. "I can't lose ye, lass. I just can't."

Your moment of peace was interrupted by the sound of arguing in the hallway. Through the small window in the door, you could see Tig apparently having a animated discussion with a doctor while the rest of the crew watched.

"What is he doing now?" Gemma sighed.

"I think he's trying to get medical advice," Chibs said, squinting through the glass. "For his... proclivities."

"Oh, for Christ's sake," Gemma muttered, standing up. "I'll be right back."

She marched out of the room, and you could hear her voice cutting through the discussion. "Tiggy, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was just asking about the therapeutic benefits of—"

"NO. Whatever you were asking, the answer is no."

"But Gemma—"

"No buts. Literally. Leave the poor doctor alone."

About an hour later, there was a soft knock on the door. Bobby poked his head in, looking around cautiously.

"Coast clear?" he asked in a stage whisper.

"Come in, Bobby," you said with a smile. "Gemma's gone to get coffee."

Bobby slipped inside, and you noticed he was carrying a small paper bag that he was trying to hide behind his back.

"How you feeling, sweetheart?" he asked, settling into the chair beside your bed.

"Better. The pain medication is finally starting to work."

"Good, good." He glanced toward the door, then leaned in conspiratorially. "I brought you something. The good stuff."

Your eyes widened slightly. "Bobby, I don't think I should—"

"Not that kind of good stuff," he chuckled, pulling the bag from behind his back.

"The really good stuff." He said with a grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows.

He opened the bag to reveal homemade cookies, the smell of chocolate chip and something else wonderful wafting out.

"You baked for me ?" you asked, surprised.

"Shhh," he said, looking around dramatically. "I figured you could use some real comfort food, not whatever cardboard they're serving you in this place."

"Bobby, these smell amazing."

"Secret ingredient," he said with a wink. "Biker Loveeeee. Or maybe the extra vanilla. Don't tell Gemma I'm feeding you cookies before dinner."

You took a bite, and it was like a warm hug in food form. "These are incredible."

"Been perfecting the recipe for years," he said proudly. "Started baking when I was trying to quit drinking. Keeps the hands busy, you know?"

"Well, these are definitely the good stuff."

"Damn right they are. And there's more where that came from. You just focus on getting better, and I'll keep you supplied with proper baked goods."

The door opened, and Chibs walked in, immediately suspicious. "What's that smell?"

"Nothing," Bobby said quickly, shoving the bag behind his back again.

"Bobby," Chibs said in a warning tone.

"It's cookies," you said, not wanting to get Bobby in trouble. "He brought me cookies."

"Can I have one, Love?" Chibs said with a wolfish grin reaching for the bag

"Get your own," Bobby said, as you clutched the bag in mock defense. "These are for the patient."

As the day wore on, the crew settled into a more manageable routine. They took turns sitting with you, each bringing their own particular brand of comfort and chaos.

Juice had become your unofficial pain management specialist, launching into increasingly elaborate stories whenever he saw you wince. "So there was this one time I was trying to upgrade the security system at the clubhouse, right? And I may have accidentally connected it to the neighbor's garage door opener, which sounds innocent enough, but you have to understand that Mrs. Henderson has this really specific schedule for when she puts her car away, and suddenly every time someone walked past the motion sensor, her garage door would start opening and closing like it was having a seizure, and she thought her house was haunted..."

His rambling stories were oddly comforting, the steady stream of words giving your mind something to focus on besides the dull ache in your stomach.

Even Clay's usual gruff demeanor replaced by something almost paternal as he squeezed your shoulder and promised that everything would be handled while you recovered.

"These sumbags giving you any lip?" he asked, gesturing toward the rest of the crew with a smirk.

"No more then usual," you replied with a weak smile.

"Good. If they get out of line, you let me know. I'll sort them out."

But it was Chibs who never left your side for long. He'd pulled his chair as close to your bed as possible, his hand almost constantly touching yours, as if he needed the physical contact to reassure himself that you were really okay.

"Ye scared ten years off my life today," he murmured during one of your quiet moments together.

"I'm sorry," you whispered back.

"Don't be sorry, lass. Just... promise me ye'll tell me when things get too much. I can't protect ye from everything, but I can damn well try."

"I promise."

The afternoon brought more visitors, each member of the crew cycling through with their own brand of support. Tig had convinced a nurse to let him wheel you around the ward "for exercise," which had resulted in him racing down the hallway until Gemma caught him and threatened to tie him to a chair.

"I was being therapeutic!" he protested.

"You nearly ran over an elderly man with a walker." Gemma corrected.

"He was moving really slow!"

"He was ninety-three years old, you moron!"

Happy had taken up permanent residence outside your door, his intimidation factor having reached legendary status among the hospital staff. A new nurse had tried to enter your room earlier, taken one look at Happy's tattooed scowl, and immediately turned around and walked the other way.

"I think you're scaring away the medical professionals," you told him.

"Good," he replied. "They bother you too much."

"They're just doing their job."

"So am I."

"Your job is to terrify healthcare workers?"

"Today it is."

As evening approached and visiting hours were ending, the crew began to say their goodbyes. Each man stopped by your bed, offering their own version of comfort and promising to check on you tomorrow.

Happy, surprisingly, was the most touching. He stood awkwardly by your bed for a moment before leaning down and very gently kissing your cheek "Feel better," he said in his monotone voice. "I'll keep scaring the nurses for you."

"Thank you, Hap." you said, meaning it.

Tig bounded over with his usual energy, but his hug was surprisingly gentle. "Next time you need to use medical equipment, call me first. I'm practically an expert now."

"I'll keep that in mind," you laughed.

"And if you need any more... therapeutic consultations, you know where to find me," he added with a wink.

"Tig," Jax warned.

"What? I'm being supportive!"

"You're being inappropriate."

"I'm being multifaceted."

Juice was the hardest to get rid of, still rambling as he gathered his things. "So I was thinking maybe tomorrow I could bring my laptop and show you this documentary about pain management through audio frequencies, because there's actually some really interesting research about how certain sound waves can interfere with pain signals, and I know you were hurting earlier so I thought maybe it could help, plus I have this really good noise-canceling headphones that might make it more effective, and—"

"Juice," Opie said gently, "she needs to rest."

"Right, sorry, rest is important for healing, I read that somewhere, or maybe I heard it on a podcast, but either way, sleep is when your body does most of its repair work, so I should probably go and let you sleep, but I'll be back tomorrow with the documentary and maybe some of those crackers you like from the vending machine, the ones with the cheese, not the peanut butter ones because those are disgusting—"

"JUICE," everyone said in unison.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Feel better!" He finally left, still talking to himself as he walked down the hall.

Even Gemma seemed reluctant to leave, fussing over your blankets one more time. "You call if you need anything," she said firmly. "Anything at all."

"I will."

"I mean it. Day or night. Sweetheart."

"I know. Thank you Gem."

Finally, it was just you and Chibs. The room felt enormous with just the two of you, and suddenly all the emotions of the day caught up with you.

"I really scared you, didn't I?" you asked quietly.

"Terrified me," he admitted. "When I got that call, I thought... I thought I might lose ye before I ever got to tell ye how much ye mean to me."

"Chibs—"

"No, let me say this." He took your hand in both of his, his calloused fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "I love ye, lass. More than I've ever loved anyone. And I know I'm not much to look at, and I know the life I lead isn't safe or easy, but—"

"I love you too," you interrupted softly.

His eyes widened. "Ye do?"

"Of course I do. How could I not?"

The smile that spread across his scarred face was blinding. "Ye have no idea how long I've wanted to hear ye say that."

"I'm sorry it took me ending up in the hospital to say it."

"Don't care how I got to hear it, lass. Just matters that I did."

He leaned down and kissed you softly, and you tasted relief and love and the promise of tomorrow on his lips.

"Get some rest," he murmured against your forehead. "I'll be here first thing in the morning."

"You don't have to—"

"Try and stop me," he said with a grin. "Besides, someone needs to make sure Tig doesn't try to reprogram your bed again."

"And someone needs to make sure Bobby doesn't sneak me too many cookies."

"Aye, that too. Though I have to admit, they were pretty good."

"Don't tell him I said this, but they were amazing."

"Your secret's safe with me, lass."

As he gathered his things to leave, he paused at the door. "Sweet dreams, lass. I'll be thinking of ye."

"Chibs?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. All of you. For caring so much."

"Always, lass. Always."

And as the door closed behind him, you settled back into your pillows with a smile, Bobby's cookie wrapper crumpled in your hand. Tomorrow would bring more chaos, more laughter, more of the beautiful madness that came with being part of the SAMCRO family. But tonight, you were surrounded by the warmth of knowing you were loved, protected, and cherished by the most unlikely family you could have ever imagined.

The heart monitor beeped steadily beside you, and for the first time all day, it sounded like a lullaby.

[chloe-skywalker]

For Who You Are - Jax Teller (Part #1)

Part #1

Jax x Fem!Reader!Knowles

Tara x Sister!Reader

Warnings: SOA, angst

Word count: 2,468

Summary: Being Tara’s younger sister who stayed in Charming and you have feelings for Jax. Only Opie and Gemma know about it. Y/n never had a problem with the club or what they do. Unlike her sister.

Authors Note: There’s a part 2 to this and it’s already done!

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“Hey Baby.” Gemma greeted as Y/n walked into the TM office.

“Hey Gem. How’s he doing?” Y/n greeted back before asking about the broken hearted boy.

“Not any better. Unfortunately.” Gemma sighed.

“I don’t get it. She hates everything about him. She hates everything he cares about and loves. So why does he love her?” Y/n shook her head furious that her sister had done this to Jax.

“I wish I knew. Your sisters a bitch sweetheart. No offense.” Gemma sneared when she mentioned Tara.

“None taken. She is a bitch.” Y/n scoffed hating her sister for hurting her friend.

“Baby, I know you like him. Hell, you might even love him. Why don’t you tell him?” Gemma smiled knowingly.

“He chose Tara and now he’s broken over her. It’s to soon for him and he wouldn’t want me anyway.” Y/n shook her head sadly looking down.

“You’d be good for him.” She tells the girl she view’s as a daughter.

Y/n nodded in agreement but frowned at Gemma’s words. “I agree. But he doesn’t want me.”

“Have you asked him that?” Gemma raised a brow.

“I don’t have to.” Y/n drugs sadly before leaving the office to go to the clubhouse and go wake Jax and distract him for a while.

Y/n made her way through the clubhouse and back to the dorms, getting greetings on her way through. Y/n opened Jax’s dorm room door and saw him in bed.

Y/n ran and jumped on his bed right next to him. “Rise and shine blondie.”

“Go away.” Jax groans grumply and hungover.

“Not a chance.” Y/n shake’s her head not letting him sulk. “So what do you wanna do today?”

“Drink. Smoke.” He grumbled into his pillow.

“Nope. You're not doing either today.” Y/n shook her head, yanking his pillow away.

“Why the fuck not?” Jax questioned, annoyed that she wanted to ruin his plans.

“Because you're going to kill your liver and lungs. And I’m not ready for you to die. So get up.” Y/n stated getting off the bed and pulling the cover’s off of him. 

“You're annoying. You know that?” Jax says as he moved to sit at the side of his bed.

“But you love me. So get your ass dressed.” Y/n gets up to leave him to it.

“Y/n.” Jax calls out, stopping her from leaving.

“Hmmm?” Y/n turn’s back to look at him with a hum.

“I do love you, so thanks.” Jax told her with sincerity in his eyes.

“You're welcome.” Y/n smiled at him but she thought in her head ‘if only he loved me like I love him’.

Y/n distracted Jax for week’s like that. Taking him out and doing things to distract him from his hurting heart. They had been friends Y/n, Jax and Opie since they were 8 years old and Y/n was 7. The 3 being as close as they could be.

Y/n had had a crush on Jax since she was 13 and everyone thought the two were gonna end up together in highschool. Till Tara decided to have a bitch phase and a bad boy phase. She decided to start pushing herself on Jax. Her own sister's crush. It broke Y/n’s heart but if that's who Jax wanted then she would say nothing and stand by her friend. Everyone was pissed at Tara and Jax, having known Y/n and Jax liked each other and how close they were to ending up together. Then not.

Even if it broke Y/n’s heart she was gonna stand by Jax, and she did it for Jax. Not Tara. As far as Y/n was concerned tara could go fuck herself. The two were never close, they had very different views on the world and people. For example Tara hate’s the club and to Y/n it’s family. If Y/n didn’t hate Tara before she sure did now. Tara used Jax to fulfill a bad boy phase and then left him. Like he was nothing.

Spending all this recent time with Jax was really nice and Y/n enjoyed it, but it also made her heart clench. Because she knew it would never be more than this. Friends.

He chose tara over her once. He’d never chose her, he had the opportunity to and passed her up for her sister. So Y/n had given up hope of getting together with him.

But all the time the two were spending together and the smile back on Jax’s face caught everyone’s attention.

Opie decided he needed to talk to Jax about it. Not wanting to see Y/n hurt again.

“Hey man. Can we talk?” Opie asked while they were working in the garage it had been a slow day for TM so Ope thought it was a good time as any to have a talk with his friend.

“Yeah.” Jax answered, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“How’s shit been?” Opie questioned as they took a seat at the picnic tables, lighting up a smoke.

“Better.” Jax spoke, letting out a puff of smoke.

“Y/n got anything to do with that?” Opie said knowingly but he wanted to hear what Jax would say.

“Yeah. She’s been helping keep me busy. My mind off shit.” Jax nodded, a small smile appearing on his lips thinking about the Y/h/c-ed girl.

“She’s always been to good to be our friend.” Opie nodded back in agreement.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Jax let out an airy laugh.

“But she cares for us. All of us. She view’s the club as family. Love’s all of us.” Opie knew it was obvious as to what he was hinting at. Or at least that he was hinting to something in general. He wasn’t being very subtle.

“What’re you getting at Ope?” Jax squinted at him suspiciously.

“She understands the club, the life, us. All of us. Y/n seems to be helping you move on.” Opie stated to his brother dropping his cigarette and stomping it out.

“So? What’re you trying to say?” Opie was just stating fact’s so Jax was confused as far as to why he was bringing this all up now.

“Just that it might be more than it looks like.” Opie shrugged, Jax needed to come to that conclusion all on his own. They could hint but he needed to figure out what he wanted.

Opie went back to changing the oil on one of the cars that had come in. Leaving Jax to himself and his thoughts on what Opie had said.

Jax thought on it for a long while before he decided he needed to talk to someone about what his thoughts had concluded to, and who better than his mother who seems to know everything. Or at least she had better relationship advice than the men of the club.

“Hey, baby.” Gemma greeted her son as he stood by the door of the office.

“Hey, man. Can we talk?” Jax asked, looking at her, and the confusion on his face about whatever it was he wanted to talk about was urgent on his mind.

“Of course, hun. What's going on in that head of yours?” Gemma set the files she was looking over aside and gestured for him to come in and sit down.

“I, I don’t know. Opie mentioned some stuff and now I just can’t stop thinking about parts of it.” He mentioned as he sat down across from his mom in one of  the client chairs.

“What's on your mind?” Gemma asked, giving him her full attention, curious as to what this could be about.

“Y/n.” Jax stated his friend's name with a sigh.

“What about her?” She raised a brow inturged.

“Opie, mentioned some stuff and it got me thinking.” Jax furrowed his brow.

“Thinking about what, baby?” Gemma encouraged him to continue.

“She’s always there, even when I don’t want her there.” He huffed out.

“You mean when you think you don’t want her there.” Gemma smirked knowingly as she corrected him.

“She doesn’t try to change me or take me away from the club.” Jax thought out loud, wanting to get his thoughts out.

“Y/n’s family and she sees us as the same.” She nodded along watching him closely.

“She support’s all my decisions and tells me off when they're stupid and reckless.” He laughs, shaking his head with a small smile on his lips. Y/n was the only one who got through to him when he was being reckless and changed his mind.

“She looks out for your best interest.” Gemma concludes for him. She got up and approached her son leaning against the front of the office desk and crossed her arms. “Baby, I think you know all you need to know. You just never put the pieces together. And you’ve never thought about how you feel about her, how you feel around her, how you treat each other. I think you know what you truly want, baby. Go get it and don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Gemma patted his shoulder and left him to think over her words. Everyone seemed to be doing that to him today.

Jax sat there for a while just thinking everything over. While he sat there he realized a lot of things and what broke him from his thoughts was seeing the girl occupying his brain walk past the window to the office.  Jax got up and rushed out the door.

“Y/n!” Jax called out upon setting his eyes on her as she was heading to her car to leave for the day. Luckily catching her in time.

“Hey Jax, what’s up?” Y/n looked at him trying to decipher the emotions on his face since he rushed over to her so urgently.

“Where are you going?” Jax asked with worry and confusion in his eyes.

“I’m off work now, Jax. My shift is over. You okay?” Y/n tilted her head looking at him with concern she reached up to place the back of her hand to his forehead then cheek checking for a fever.

“Uh, yeah. I think so anyway. What are your plan’s for the rest of the day?” He nodded, taking her hand from his cheek, he appreciated her concern for his well being.

“Go home. Eat. Maybe take a nap and watch some t.v.” Y/n shrugs her shoulders, did it really matter she was going home Y/n thought.

“Can I join you?” Jax would rather talk with her somewhere that's not the club, where they could be alone.

“Uh yeah sure. You know you're always welcome Jax. You don’t have to ask.” She shook her head confused at how he was acting.

“I’ll meet you there.” he smirked, letting go of her hand.

“Okay see you soon.” Y/n raised an eyebrow at his odd behavior but went with it.

Y/n got into her car and left the TM lot heading home and hopefully later find out why Jax is acting weird.

“Ma-” Jax walked over to Gemma who cut him off already knowing what he was gonna ask.

“You can go. It’s been slow anyways.” Gemma had an idea of what he wanted to leave and be off work for. So she supported it completely.

“Thank’s.” Jax smiled looking over to his bike to leave and hopefully the next time he was there things would be different between him and a certain y/h/c-ed woman.

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“Come in!” Y/n called out from her kitchen as she heard a knock on the door. She hadn’t locked the door knowing Jax wouldn’t be that far behind her.

“Y/n?” Jax called out as he entered looking around for her.

“Kitchen!” She yelled, getting out a coke and a beer from her fridge for them to drink.

“We need to talk?” Jax said, taking the beer she handed out to him.

“Okay? About what?” Y/n questioned, confused even more as she took a sip of her soda.

“Nothing bad.” He tried to reassure her.

“That's reassuring.” She gulped turning to place her soda can on the counter behind her. “What’s up?” Y/n turn’s to face him and Jax just cup’s her cheeks and kisses her on the lip’s.

“Woah, with Jax-. I-I what are you doing?” Y/n stuttered pulling away from him enough to stop the kiss, shocked as to why it happened.

“Kissing you? Showing you how I feel. I couldn’t find the words to start so. . . “ Jax furrowed his brow in confusion, the kiss was pretty clear to him.

“Jax, you don’t feel this way about me, and I’m not a rebound kind of girl.” Y/n sighed casting her gaze away from him sadness was all anyone would see in her eye’s.

“What do you mean I don't feel that way about you? And I know you're not.” Jax didn’t understand why she thought he was lying.

“I’ve always been around Jax and you have never chosen me before. Not for this kind of thing.” She shook her head with a grimace.

“That's not true-”

Y/n pulled out of his grasp with a scoff. “Jax! You chose my sister over me. Everyone saw us growing closer and thought we were gonna get together. Hell, so did I. But Tara showed interest and that was all ended. . . You had a chance to choose me and you didn’t . So tell me if you're serious like you say, what’s changed?”

“I took my head out of my ass.” Jax understood where she was coming from. They were growing close and then Tara came along and ruined everything, but Jax would also take the blame for that because he let tara come between them. “Y/n, I’m sorry it seems like I want you as a rebound and I’m sorry for setting you aside for someone I never truly even cared about. I’ve loved you since we were kids and I’m an idiot for waiting so long.”

“I agree. You're an idiot.” Y/n nodded in agreement, still not looking at him.

“Did I wait to long and lose my chance? Because I love you Darlin. All of you for you.” Jax pleaded, hoping he didn’t lose her.

“I love you for who you are, Jax. I always have.” Y/n looked up at him directly in the eyes and she sighed. “No you didn’t lose your chance but-”

“I won’t waste it. That’s a promise.” Jax smiled the biggest he feels he ever has. She was giving him a chance, a chance he does not plan on wasting.

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[winnie-the-monster]

[kuttesandknives]

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[wetpussyju1ce]

Please make a part 2 for your ask 6 for jax teller

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hey anon! I think I answered your request here, thank you so much for waiting. (if u want something more specific let me know)

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[mysticalmallard]

Flower Crowns

🦆: Finally finished I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it

Pairing: Happy Lowman x OC (Katherine Morrow)

Warnings: A few swear words nothing else I think let me know.

Word count: 4,203

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Happy, standing amongst the other bikers of the club, surveyed the event with curiosity. As he looked at the various activities set up for the children, he spotted a flower crown making booth led by a young woman. She was helping the children make their own crowns, while teaching them about flowers in the garden. Her soft and nurturing nature seemed to draw all the children to her, her delicate features and light brown wavy hair adding an air of gentleness to her presence.

Intrigued, Happy couldn't help but take note of her. He had heard of her from the other members of the club, knowing she was the daughter of the club's president and sister to the VP. Her reputation for kindness and gentleness, contrasting with the rough and tough world of the Sons of Anarchy.

Unable to look away, he continued to observe her. He noticed the way she smiled softly at the children as they crafted their flower crowns. Her delicate hands gently guided them to weave the stems. There was a certain purity in her actions, a innocence that seemed untouched by the darkness of the club.

Sensing someone approaching behind him, Happy spoke without looking. Back.

"Shouldn't you be at your booth Bobby? Gemma will castrate you if u bail on another event brother"

"I'm on a break man get off my balls" Bobby replies

Happy chuckled as he turned to face Bobby, a smirk on his face. He crossed his arms over his chest as he replied

"A break, huh? More like avoiding responsibility as usual."

He teased Bobby, knowing all too well that he had a fondness for shrugging off his duties whenever he could.

Bobby rolled his eyes but couldn't help but grin. He knew that Happy was right, he had a reputation for avoiding work whenever possible.

"Hey, I'm entitled to a break every now and then, brother. Can't be on duty 24/7." He retorted.

Happy let out a smirk, enjoying the playful banter with his brother. He shook his head in amusement, knowing all too well that Bobby's excuse was as weak as his excuse to skip out on church.

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Bro. We both know you'd rather spend your time chasing women than doing your job."

Bobby feigned offense at Happy's comment, his hand going to his chest in mock hurt. He was well known for his love life.

"Hey, man, I'm just a man with...certain needs. Can't blame a guy for having some fun, can you?" He replied, a sly grin on his face.

Happy gave a hearty chuckle, finding amusement in Bobby's feeble attempts to defend himself. He knew all too well that Bobby had a wandering eye and a reputation for being a ladies' man.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself it's all about your 'needs'. We all know you're just looking for the next woman willing to keep you warm at night."

Bobby let out a mock gasp, pretending to be offended but unable to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that I'm a romantic, brother. Not my fault these women just can't handle all of this" gesturing to himself.

Just then Gemma approaches "Hey Bobby Elvis!! There are kids wanting to take photos with you get your butt back to your booth or my boot is going up your ass"

Bobby chuckled and held up his hands defensively.

"Okay, okay, I'm going. Jeez, Gem, I was on my break!" He jokingly protested but knew better than to argue with Gemma. He shot another playful glance at Happy before heading back to his booth.

Happy snickered as he watched Bobby leave, amused by the way Gemma could always crack the whip. He had always admired her no-nonsense attitude and the way she kept the club in check.

"Hey Hap, have you seen the prospect around?? Katherine needs some more flowers from the van, but she can't leave the booth, and I ain't carrying them boxes in this heat"

Happy raised an eyebrow at the mention of Katherine's name. He had yet to have the chance to meet her properly.

"No, I ain't seen him for a while Gem"

"Clay better not have sent Half Sack off somewhere I need him later to tidy up.... You wouldn't mind getting them, would you?"

Happy shrugged and nodded. He wasn't about to decline a chance to get closer to the source of his curiosity.

"No problem, I can grab 'em for you. Where's the van parked?"

"Great, it's just round the back, its the only one that says florist on it you cant miss it" Gemma says, handing him the keys. "And don't drop any of them. Katherine wants them all looking perfect for the kids" she adds heading back in the direction of her chilli booth.

Happy took the keys from Gemma with a sharp nod, knowing better than to upset Gemma.

"No worries, Gem. I'll handle 'em with care."

He reassured her as he headed towards the back to find the van.

As Happy approached the van, his eyes scanned the area, taking note of any potential threats. The club's security was always on high alert, especially during events like these. Satisfied that there was nothing out of the ordinary, he unlocked the van and climbed inside.

He rummaged through the back, looking for the boxes of flowers that Gemma had mentioned. Finally, he spotted them, carefully stacked among various gardening supplies. He hoisted the boxes with ease, their weight insignificant to his muscular frame.

With the boxes in his arms, he closed the van door and started making his way back towards the community centre. As he walked, he couldn't help but think about the woman he was about to meet. When he had heard about Katherine from Gemma and the others, she was always described as kind and soft-hearted. It was refreshing to hear about someone untouched by the club's violent nature and he was curious to what she was like.

As he turned the corner, he caught his first glimpse of her working at the flower crown booth, her delicate features focused on the task at hand. His steps quickened as he approached her.

His heavy steps caught Katherine's attention, and she turned breaking out in a greatful smile, ready to thank whoever her mother managed to rope into helping.

When she locked eyes with Happy he got distracted. So distracted he stopped looking where he was stepping and didn't see the curb...

"MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Happy shouted as he lost his footing falling forward landing on the boxes crushing all the flowers stacked neatly inside. Definitely not the ideal first impression he wanted to make.

Katherine gasped as she watched Happy stumble and crash into the boxes of flowers, the colorful petals scattering everywhere like a colorful explosion. She quickly rushed over to him, concern etched on her face.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay?!"

She knelt down beside him, worry in her eyes as she looked over his condition. Her attention briefly shifted to the ruined boxes and the crushed flowers, but her main priority was making sure he was alright.

Happy grunted, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration as he sat up, nursing a slight bruise from the fall. He looked at the mess of flowers around him, a hint of guilt on his face.

"Ah, shit..." he muttered. "Gemma's gonna kill me for this."

The surrounding bikers couldn't help but burst out laughing at the scene. Seeing big, tough Happy fumble like that was not something they saw every day. Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Opie approached, all wearing grins on their faces.

"Dude, that was graceful." Tig snickered, teasing Happy like any good friend would.

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, really graceful, mate. Smooth as silk."

Juice just shrugged, trying to suppress his own laughter while Opie smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Happy shot daggers at his brothers, clearly not amused by their teasing. He pushed himself up, dusted off his jeans, and tried to salvage what little dignity he had left.

He looked back at Katherine, who was still looking at him with a mix of concern and amusement in her eyes. He could tell that she wasn't judging him, but still, he felt embarrassed at his clumsy entrance.

"Uh shit, sorry about that," he muttered vaguely gesturing to the boxes.

"it's okay, it was just an accident. I'm sure some are still salvageable, and if not, I can just turn them into potpourri" Katherine replies kindly

Her soft voice and gentle smile helped to ease his embarrassment a bit. He shot another glare at his club mates, who were still chuckling in the background, before turning back to her.

"Yeah, sorry about making such a mess... I, uh..." he trailed off, not sure what else to say.

"Hey miss, can you help me? I can't get this daisy to stick on." One of the little girls from the booth called over.

"Sure sweetheart i'll be there in a minute ive just gotta tidy something up first" Katherine called back starting to collect the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged box.

Happy watched as the little girl asked for help, and seeing Katherine starting to gather the scattered flowers into one of the less damaged boxes.

He stepped forward, feeling the need to help after causing such a mess. Happy moved with a surprising gentleness as he collected the delicate petals.

The others also joined in, their rough exterior contradicting their careful handling of the flowers. Opie helped separate the still-intact plants from the damaged ones, while Tig and Chibs gathered the more salvageable blossoms.

Soon, the mess was cleared, and the club members stood around the now semi-organized boxes of flowers, looking a bit out of their element in the flower-filled environment.

Katherine's giggle caught Happys attention he noticed it was directed at him.

"What are you laughing at girl?" He gruffly asked.

"Sorry its just...erm..here let me just..." She reaches over and plucks a bright yellow daisy which somehow latched onto one of his patches.

Happy froze, his rough exterior cracking for a moment as he watched Katherine reach over and pluck the daisy from his patch. He hadn't even realized it had landed there, blending almost perfectly with his dark clothing.

"Uh, thanks," he mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed at the unexpected move. "I'm not exactly the flower type, you know."

"Well I better head back to my booth before the kids start a revolt." Katherine says starting to reach for some of the boxes but the guys step in picking them up first Happy a little quicker than the others.

"Aye lead the way love well offer back up if the little shits decide to act up" Chibs heartily stated.

Katherine smiled gratefully as the Sons picked up the boxes, led by Happy. They followed her back to the flower crown booth, their presence overshadowing the delicate and peaceful atmosphere.

When they arrived, the children looked up in awe at the intimidating bikers carrying colorful boxes of flowers. Some looked a bit intimidated, but others seemed excited to have the tough bikers join the activity.

One little girl hands Opie her crown "can u fix this for me please? It keeps falling apart"

"Erm I don't know but I can try..."

"Thankyou" the girl answers cheerily

Eventually all the members start helping making the crowns some enjoying it not that they would ever admit it though

Happy chuckled as he observed the club members struggling with the flower crowns. It was a sight to see them, these tough bikers usually found in a bar or boxing ring, now carefully weaving daisies and baby's breath into delicate works of art. Opie in particular looked like he was enjoying himself way too much, while Chibs kept grumbling about "girly crap".

None of them noticed some of the parent approaching worriedly seeing their little kids surrounded by the bikers. They were fine with them being around but they didn't like the idea of them being around their kids.

As the parents started approaching, concern etched on their faces, Happy caught sight of them. He knew what they were thinking, that he and the other bikers were a threat to the little ones. Even though they were very wrong, all of them would jump in front of bullets for any kid, but he understood the club has brought alot of trouble to Charming.

The atmosphere changed as the parents started to pull their kids away. Happy felt a pang of frustration, knowing that their reputation was working against them. He looked over at Katherine, noticing her crestfallen expression as the booth once filled with laughter and joy was now deserted.

The other members also noticed the parents' reaction, their faces falling as the children were being taken away. They all knew how they appeared to outsiders, with their tattoos, rugged appearance, and overall intimidating aura. It stung a bit, but they were used to it.

Chibs approached Katherine, trying to offer some solace.

"Hey, don't worry about it, sweetheart. They're just scared of what they don't understand."

"Yeah, believe me, I know being the daughter to the scary biker gang president. I'm used to it, dont worry," she replies, trying to sound indifferent, but everyone at the table hears the sadness hidden in her words.

The guys exchanged glances, understanding the underlying pain in her voice. They knew all too well that their lifestyle had consequences, and in this case, it was affecting the daughter of their president.

Happy clenched his jaw, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. He looked at Katherine, her dejected expression tugging at his heart.

After a long pause Katherine clears her thoat and speaks up "...would you guys mind helping me tidy up may as well start packing up now"

The guys started to slowly pack away the booth she spent days preparing and planning for the kids

"Hey er what's this flower called again?" Juice asked picking up the closest flower to him trying to distract her

Katherine looked up from packing away some supplies and observed Juice holding the flower. She chuckled, appreciative of his attempt to distract her.

"That's a snapdragon," she replied with a small smile. "It's known for its unique shape that resembles a dragon's head. You see, the flower opens and closes its mouth as it dries." she replies a spark of joy returning to her eyes talking about her favourite subject.

"Really?..huh cool. Does it have a meaning like the different roses do?" Juice asked inspecting the plant closer.

Katherine nodded, appreciating his interest. "Yes, it does. Snapdragons represent grace, strength, and resilience. They are often used to signify hidden feelings and can be given to someone as a way of saying "I'll try to understand your unspoken thoughts and desires."

"Really this wee flower says all that?" Chibbs adds catching onto Juice's idea.

Katherine giggles, nodding her head in affirmation "Yes, it does. Each flower has its own language, so to speak, like a secret code that florists use to convey emotions and messages. Snapdragons, with their unique shape and symbolic meaning, are one of my personal favourites."

Happy listened in, finding himself actually interested in the conversation. He knew about the language of flowers to some extent, but listening to Katherine talk about it with such passion and knowledge was captivating. He found himself admiring her even more, impressed by her unexpected depth.

The Sons finished packing away the last of the booth's items, the once vibrant display now packed into neat boxes. Though he wasn't one for sentimentality, Happy couldn't help but feel a bit sad that all her work had been for nothing. He caught Katherine looking at the now empty space, holding onto one of the crowns a kid left behind, her eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and disappointment.

He stepped closer to Katherine, feeling the need to say something, anything to lift her spirits.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I am sure those kids had fun while it lasted." He tried to sound casual, but his gruff voice betrayed a hint of concern for her well-being. His eyes caught sight of the flower crown she held, and he added "At least got that as a memento, right?"

"Yeah..I guess but they were made to be worn...and this one got left"

Happy nodded slowly, understanding her point. The flower crowns were supposed to be worn with joy, not left behind like discarded toys.

He paused, thinking for a moment, then an idea came to him. With a sly grin, he extended his hand out to her.

"Here, give it to me."

Katherine eyed him with curiosity but handed over the flower crown, wondering what he was planning. She watched as he took it in his hands, his rough fingers gently holding the delicate petals. He placed the crown on his head, a comical sight that contradicted his intimidating appearance.

"flowers suit you" she giggled

"Hey no fair I want one I thought they were just for the kids" Tig whines. "Here give it to me it will suit me better it's wasted on you" Tig goes to reach for the crown.

Happy swats Tig's hand away, a smirk on his face.

"Back off, man. I look good in it."

He retorted, adjusting the flower crown on his head, enjoying the ridiculousness of the situation. The other members snickered at the sight.

Clay and Gemma approach, only to find Happy and Tig locked in a comical struggle over a flower crown. Their faces were caught somewhere between disbelief, amusement, and annoyance.

The other members tried to hold back their laughter, but the sight of their tough as nails friends bickering over a flower crown was too much. A chorus of snickers and chuckles echoed around them.

"Hey don't break it...Tiggy I can make your own one what ever colors you want there is no need to fight over it" Kathrine says in-between laughter

Happy and Tig were broken out of their bickering by Katherine's offer. They both turned to her sheepishly, embarrassed by their childish behaviour. Tig scratched the back of his neck, trying to act nonchalant.

"Uh yeah, okay fine." He grumbled, secretly relieved to get his own flower crown.

"Oh I want one too with lots of yellow" juice chimes in.

"Well hell I'll have one" Chibbs adds "you got any blue and white ones left??" He asks opening the boxes looking for the flowers he wants.

"You want them now?" Kathrine asks thinking they weren't being serious

"Well yeah...wouldn't want these flowers to go to waste" Tig says nonchalantly

Katherine laughs at the unexpected turnaround, still wrapping her head around the fact that tough bikers were now requesting flower crowns like giddy schoolchildren.

"Alright, alright, I'll make all of you a flower crown," she agrees, unable to suppress her amusement.

Happy stands there, flower crown still perched on his head, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement on his face. The other club members, meanwhile, eagerly wait for their crowns to be made.

They all sat in the grass watching her weave the flowers and listing off all their meanings Opie left and returned with his kids and Donna, who looked on with a mix of curiosity and surprise at the scene unfolding. Opie, ever the peacemaker, felt that this was an opportunity to show Donna and the kids a different side of the club.

Katherine continued weaving the flower crowns, listening to the bikers' requests for different colors and flowers.

Soon they all wore crowns except her even her Dad took one after hearing about her booth being deserted.

Happy was sat on the edge of the group, awkwardly attempting to weave the flowers together. His large fingers were far from delicate, and the petals kept slipping from his grasp. He muttered curses under his breath as his attempts looked more like a tangled mess rather than a flower crown he wanted to make for her as she was kind enough to make ones for all of them but he could give her this it looked like shit compared to her ones.

The other members glanced over at him from time to time, enjoying the sight of happy struggling with the flower crown. they whispered and chuckled amongst themselves at the sight of their friend, known for being rough around the edges, attempting to make something so fragile.

Happy grumbled at the snickers and comments coming from the other members, his face growing slightly red with embarrassment. He knew he looked silly, trying to make a flower crown when his hands were better suited to wielding a wrench or a gun. Still, he persisted, determined to create something somewhat presentable for her.

Though he was trying his best the result was somewhat pathetic the flowers were clumsily woven together, the petals sticking out in strange directions. He looked at the other members' crowns, neatly woven and vibrant, then down at his messy attempt. He knew it was nothing compared to her artistry, but it was the best he could do given his limited skills.

Finally, he finished tying the messy crown together. It looked a bit lopsided and rough around the edges, but he was oddly proud of himself. As he looked up at the others, he braced himself for the playful banter and mockery that was sure to come.

Happy muttered to himself, trying to rationalize his actions. he told himself he was only doing this to make up for ruining her flower booth, nothing more. He clenched the flower crown in his hands, feeling foolish and out of place surrounded by colorful petals and laughter.

He looked over at her, seeing her chatting and laughing with the other club members as she continued making the flower crowns. The sight stirred something in him he couldn't quite understand. he couldn't deny the pang of guilt he felt seeing her joyous expression, knowing that he played a part in ruining her day.

Well it's now or never he wasn't sure how to go about giving her his attempt at a flower crown, he's never given none before so isn't sure what to do so decides to just reach over from behind her and place it on her head.

Happy swallowed, taking a deep breath as he mustered up his courage. He reached out from behind, gently placing the flower crown on her head. He held his breath, waiting anxiously for her reaction, hoping she wouldn't laugh at his pathetic attempt.

She turned her head, surprised to feel the weight of the flowers being placed on her head. She looked back at him with a mixture of surprise and amusement, a soft smile on her lips. She could tell he was feeling a bit embarrassed, and reached up to adjust the flower crown, feeling the soft petals against her finger tips.

Happy watched her touch the flower crown he made, noticing the way she gently adjusted the messy petals into place. He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for her to say something, anything. But all she did was smile at him, her eyes sparkling with an emotion he couldn't quite place.

The other Sons chuckled at the scene in front of them, unable to resist teasing Happy about his sudden burst of chivalry. Tig whistled approvingly, while Opie and Chibbs exchanged knowing glances.

Happy shot a glare at his fellow Sons, silently warning them not to say anything. He knew they were itching to tease him about his flower crown gift, but he wasn't in the mood for their jokes. He focused his attention back on her, watching her admiring the flower crown he made, hoping she didn't find it too pathetic.

She caught him watching her, and turned to face him fully. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, a genuine smile that made her eyes sparkle and dimple her cheeks. She looked down at the flower crown, feeling the messy petals against her skin, then looked back up at him, her eyes softened, and said softly

"Thank you, its beautiful." Sensing his awkwardness about it she decided to leave it at that and turned back joining in on the conversation again.

Happy's heart skipped a beat at her words. He hadn't expected such a genuine thank you, especially since the flower crown he made looked far from perfect. He nodded stiffly, his usual gruff demeanor replaced by a sense of vulnerability.

He sat back down next to Chibs, trying to hide his relief and elation over her kind words. The other Sons couldn't hide their amusement, but for once they refrained from their usual jokes and instead gave him approving grins.

The evening carried on, and Happy found himself stealing glances at her from time to time, seeing her interacting with the other club members, her smiles and laughter lighting up the gathering. He felt an unfamiliar pang in his chest, a mix of pride and protectiveness seeing her fitting in with them, even if she was surrounded by rough-around- the-edge bikers.

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The Teller Girl Part.7

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut, violence

Part.6

•Masterlist•

So many thoughts were running through my head as I looked down at my little Harley, then back at Chibs, it’s been a few days since his wife showed up which only made things worse, my mind was already a whirl wind and now it was like a tornado

Did he not trust me enough? Was he ever going to tell me? Did he not want to marry me and that’s why? Am I just a distraction

Even if it killed me knowing he had a wife I still love him, I love him so much it hurts, Harley babbles as she reaches for Chibs, I place her on his chest and she cuddles up to him immediately, she’s a smart little thing, her head laid against his shoulder her little hand playing with his beard

“You miss your daddy baby?” I ask as I sit on the bed next to them rubbing her back

“Aye im sure she does” Chibs says weakly shocking me, gently taking his face in my hands making him look at me

“Oh my god baby you scared the hell out of me” I whimper and I feel his hand on my thigh as his other hand goes to Harley and she giggles

“Can’t kill me tha’ easy darlin” he huffs

“She’s been fussy, only calms down when she’s cuddled up to you”

“That’s my girl” he looks down at her and I can’t help the tears, I place a kiss to his check then his lips, my fingers tracing his scars

“Have ye been takin care of yer self?” He asks as his eyebrows furrow

I look away a little ashamed but I couldn’t help it

“I was sick, couldn’t eat or sleep, seeing you like this ate at me and then…..”

“Then what baby girl?”

“Your wife showed up” he froze for a second then relaxed as his hand came to squeeze my arm

“I was gonna tell ye”

“When? When we had another baby? When I’d wonder why you didn’t wanna make me your wife”

“Lassy she means nothing anymore, yer my ol lady, nothing means more to me than ye and Harley” I sigh brushing his hair back

“I believe you I just…..it hurt, the way she got to call herself you wife, I don’t know I just guess I’ve always wanted that, waited for the day I’d get to call you my husband”

“Yer some romantic darlin, but ye got nothing to be jealous of, I’ll be your husband one day so I can make an honest woman out of ye” he smirks making me laugh as I wipe my tears away

“I love ye lassy”

“I love you too Chibs”

•

Tara ran a few more tests to make sure he was in the clear and he was finally able to come him, him and the boys zoom down the hallways in a wheel chairs like so kids making Harley laugh

“Come on children I wanna get my ol man home, I havent slept in a bed for weeks”

“You bastards didn’t take care of her?” Chibs groans smacking juice up side the head

“We tried, she’s a stubborn thing, wouldn’t leave your side”

“Aye tha’ she is” he stands and throws his arm around me and we head home

•

Stepping through the door it’s spotless

“Wow mom must’ve stopped by” I laugh know that when she was anxious she cleaned

“Aye” he says as he heads to our room and lays in the bed, I laid Harley down to sleep in her room before joining him, sitting in his lap his hands instinctively going to my hips

“Really miss me that much lassy?” He smirks as he looks up at me

“Very much, now how about you let me take care of my ol man, say it’s a welcome home present” grinding down on him, hearing him groan sends chills through me

“Aye I ain’t gonna say no ta this sweet pussy” I quickly rip his shirt open and undo his pants, pushing down just enough to free him taking his dick in my hand

“Fuck I really missed this”

“Look at ye, yer mesmerized baby girl” he lifts my dress and rips my panties apart

“Shite yer soaking”

“It’s been months of fantasizing about you fucking my brains out” I moan as I line myself up slowly pushing down

“Jesus Christ lassy still so tight”

“You can’t leave me like that again, what would I do without your filthy mouth” I moan grinding back and forth feeling him all, so deep

“Ye never gonna wonder” he grunts thrusting up matching my pace over and over until I feel that coil in my stomach

“Fuck fuck fuck” I keep bouncing being my hand down to circle my clit

“Look at ye, cock drunk, go on baby girl cum fer me”

His words are enough to send me over the edge seeing stars, toes curling and squeezing him tight, feeling him cum deep in me, the only sound is both of us breathing heavy

“Shite I’ll never get tired of this pussy” I laugh getting up off him, pulling his boxers back up and dropping next to him

“This shit going in with the Irish……we’ll be okay right” I ask cuddling up to him as he holds me tight

“Ain’t nothing gonna happen to ye”

“I’m more worried about you Chibs, that bomb it could’ve taken us both out and Harley would’ve been an orphan”

“The club will get it figured, and ye can go back to being SAMCROS princess” he taps my ass before we fall asleep

•

The next two months was chaos, dealing with Jimmy and these white power guys moving into town wasn’t really ideal

Especially not when I just found out I’m pregnant again, still only early in the pregnancy but I haven’t told Chibs yet, or anyone for that fact, everyone’s been so busy and stressed I didn’t wanna add something else to that list

“Happy there you are I’ve been looking all over!” I call out to him as him and a few guys were sat on the bench outside the club

“Finally realize I’m better than your ol man” he jokes slapping chibs on the shoulder laughing

“Ha ha very funny no I need to ask you a favour”

“Sure what is it?” I look at the other guys as they watched curious, I lead him over to the side of the building pulling him down closer so I could whisper

“I was wondering since you’re such an artist, could you give me a tattoo?” His eyes spark

“Course what do you want?”

“Can you do Chibs crow” he smirks

“And where do you want it?”

“My lower back, think he’d love that”

“Oh trust me after I get it done he’s gonna be hitting you from the back everyday” I smack his arm blushing

“AYE ye tryna steal my woman over there?” Chibs calls out sending happy a deathly glare

“Nah just planning a little surprise” he calls back

“Come on let’s get this done sweetheart!” He took me to a back room as he finished setting up the supplies and stencil for the crow, laying on the table he buzzed the needle

“Ready?” I nod my body coursing with adrenaline, this tattoo would claim me as his ol lady and with another baby on the way I wanted to have a piece of him on me

After an hour and a half he was finally done

“All done sweet cheeks” he covers it in a second skin wrap so I could still see it while it healed, getting up I look in the mirror and I can’t help my smile

“Happy this is amazing, thank you so much”

“Anything for our princess” he throws his arm around me and we head back out Chibs, Jax and tig were still sat at the table having smokes and some drinks talking about the next plan against the Irish and white power probably

“Finally where the hell have ye two been?” Chibs groans as he gets up to pull me in for a kiss, happy sitting next to this

“Got a surprise for you baby, wanna see”

“Surprise fer me, is it another surprise where I end up with ye riding me?”

“Maybe” I turn lifting my shirt and his hands are on my hips immediately

“Shite baby girl, ye got my crow”

“Do you like it?” I ask nervous as I turn back around and his eyes are dark

“Do I like it fuck I love it, shite woman ye drive me insane” he smacks my ass and turns to the guys

“Yer gonna have to excuse us, I got somethings to do with my ol lady” rushing me inside to our room in the back making me laugh as he chases after me

He slammed the door bending me over the bed my ass up in the air

“Just a reminder that I’m yours” I moan as he grins up against me

“Always baby”

•

The situation with the IRA was getting more tense and the white power group dangerous and now Gemma’s got an Irish killed and we might not be safe

I get to the club with my bags for the three of us ready for the lockdown, the place was packed and my little Harley wasn’t a fan, she’s 4 months old now and loved to crawl and with everyone around couldn’t risk that so she was fussy

“There ye are my love” Chibs smiles coming to kiss me and take Harley

Seeing them together warmed my heart and with things getting more dangerous anything could happen, I need to tell him, if something happens and I never got to tell him it would eat away at me

“Can I…..can I talk to you for a moment”

“Course baby girl, ye okay?” He asks leading me to the chapel, I sit up in the table as he takes his usual seat bouncing Harley in his knee

“I wanted to tell you but you’ve been so stressed and I know this would just make it worse but now with everything going on and how dangerous it’s got I can’t keep it to myself anymore” I say quickly twirling my fingers nervously

“Yer scaring me lassy” I take a deep breath

“I’m pregnant….” He sighs running his hand through his hair

“Shite, for a ol man I’m bloody great at getting ye pregnant”

“Match made in heaven I guess”

“How far along?”

“About 2 and a half months”

“Bet it’s a lad this time” he smiled rubbing my little bump he’s only just noticed

“Oh really”

“Aye, I’m putting Tigs on ye for extra protection while I’m not with ye”

“Sure he’ll love that” I laugh knowing he hates missing out on the action

“AYE TIGGY” he yells out and somehow over the crowd he heard it coming into the quieter room

“You called, I was in the middle of sweet talking a fine piece of ass”

I scoff

“Our Princess hear just told me she’s pregnant again, gonna need ye to watch out fer her”

“Awe come on man shits just about to get good”

“What’s more important you shooting bastards up or my girl and children?” Chibs groans and I see Tigs relax

“Our Princess of course, congrats doll” he says coming to give me a hug

“You both gotta stop going at it like bunnies” he laughs patting Chibs on the back before leaving

“You’ve got three to come back to now, you remember that Filip”

“Aye” he smirks

•

The club was out doing god knows what and Tigs was with me, both me and Harley completely restless, it’s been days here and I needed to get out

“Tiiiiigs can we go out or something, maybe go get some food that’s now soup and stale bread” I groan

“Don’t know sweetheart right now’s not the best timing”

“Come onnnnn how can you say no to her sweet face” I pour hold up Harley to him, her big doe eyes staring into his soul

“Ugh shit fine but only for a bit, Chibs will have my head if we’re out by the time he gets back” I squeal and we head to a truck

We head to the closest convenient shop, I get a corn dog and ice cream, Tigs picking up so fries and chicken, we pay and head out side, rounding the corner a guys there and smacks a gun against Tigs head and he falls to the ground groaning, the gun keeps him down pointing a gun to his head

Then I hear a click behind me feeling the barrel of a gun pressed to my head

“Couldn’t find any of you, boys had you nice and locked away but what a treat to see the bastards ol lady and child out” a man says with some crazy racist tattoos, the other Irish

“Don’t you touch her you bastards” tigs growls

“Please don’t hurt my baby” I hold her close as she starts to whine

“You bastard SAMCRO think you can get away with anything, we’re here to teach you scum bags a lesson” the Irish one drags me away to a van the white power one follow quick leaving me screaming for tigs but it was too late

“Please don’t hurt us, I haven’t done anything” I try to sooth Harley but she keeps crying

“Aye but those damn bikers did and they’ll feel the pain through what we’re gonna do to you”

After the drive they pull me out dragging me into a big wooden bar, wrapping a chain around my ribs and locking it around a weight barring wooden beam

Sitting on the dirt as they loom over me

“Please please don’t do this…..I’m pregnant”

“Then I guess ye won’t miss this lil girl much” the Irish man says taking Harley from my arms and I scream and pull against the chains but it’s no use

“NO THATS MY BABY DONT TAKE HER FROM ME” he doesn’t say anything as he walked out of the barn talking my Harley, my baby girl, hearing her screaming ripping me apart

“Now time to send a message” the man says cracking his knuckles

•

Part.8

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[brunettemarionette]

You’re the new, young, and undeniably gorgeous bartender at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse—a fresh face in a place filled with rough edges and untold stories.

You could feel their eyes on you when you walked through the door. Jax’s easy charm, Chibs’ sly grins, Tig’s unapologetically lingering stares, Juice’s playful curiosity, Happy’s silent intensity, and Opie’s quiet, watchful presence—they each had their own way of noticing you, and none of them were subtle about it.

The clubhouse is alive tonight, packed with familiar faces and the steady rhythm of rock music pounding through the air. The smell of leather, motor oil, and cigarette smoke hangs heavy, but it doesn’t faze you anymore.

You carry a tray of drinks through the crowd, weaving between bodies like you’ve been doing this for years, even though it’s only been a few weeks.

The black tank top Gemma insisted you wear hugs your curves just right, drawing more than a few appreciative glances from the members—and a couple of jealous ones from the club girls.

Gemma nods at you from her spot at the bar, her approval subtle but unmistakable. It means a lot coming from her. You’ve worked hard to earn her respect, and you know better than to let her down.

This job isn’t just about pouring drinks or serving beers—it’s about being sharp, reliable, and proving you’re someone the club can trust.

As you approach the table where the guys are sitting, you catch Jax’s blue eyes fixed on you with that signature smirk playing on his lips. Chibs leans back in his chair, his accent cutting through the noise as he murmurs something to Tig, who grins like he’s up to no good—again. Juice flashes you a boyish smile, his tattooed head tilted in curiosity, while Happy gives you a once-over, his expression unreadable but somehow still appreciative. Opie doesn’t say a word, but his gaze lingers, steady and intense, like he’s sizing you up or deciding what kind of trouble you might bring to the table.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Chibs warns with a chuckle as you sidestep Juice, who’s practically spinning in his seat to watch you move. “The boys might get the wrong idea.”

You smirk at the Scotsman, meeting his playful gaze for a moment before moving on. You’ve quickly learned that banter is part of the job—keeping them on their toes is almost as important as keeping their drinks full.

Gemma is watching from her spot at the end of the bar, her sharp eyes assessing as you make your rounds. When you finally make your way back to the counter, she leans in and mutters just loud enough for you to hear, “You’re doing good, kid. Keep it up, and you might just survive these jackasses.” Her words are teasing, but there’s a thread of approval in her tone that makes you feel like you’ve passed some kind of test.

But it’s not just about the drinks or the banter—you know this job is about trust. The guys don’t just let anyone in, and earning your spot here means proving you’ve got what it takes to handle the chaos. Whether it’s pouring shots, cleaning up after a fight, or deflecting a flirtatious comment with a sharp tongue, you’ve made it clear you’re not just a pretty face.

As you set a fresh round of beers in front of Jax, his blue eyes lock onto yours. He tilts his head, that signature grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Careful, darlin’. You keep working this hard, and we might have to keep you around.”

There’s a flicker of heat in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you roll your eyes with a smile, returning to the bar before he can see the flush creeping up your neck.

You can feel all their eyes on you—each one with a different intention, a different level of interest. But for now, you focus on the task at hand. After all, this isn’t just a job; it’s your way into their world, and you’re determined to prove you belong.

[marleyelona]

LADY OF THE REAPER

ONE

[ The Devil Wears Stilettos! ]

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THE CLICKING OF SIX INCH STILETTO HEELS AGAINST THE HARDWOOD FLOORS echoed through the clubhouse as all eyes landed on the dark haired beauty, who had entered the musky establishment. The scent of sweat, tobacco, stale beer and the pungent smell of pussy filled her senses, making her scrunch up her nose in disgust. 

Everything went still as she approached. The murmured voices came to a halt, the background music became static, while the men's jaws dropped and eyes bulged out of their heads. The croweaters' eyes instinctively narrowed and some even went as far as muttered some snarky remark under their breath. The woman seemed to hear them as a sly smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

She exuded perfection and class, wearing confidence like a charmed bracelet. Her short brown curls flowed perfectly over her shoulders. Her olive skin glistened under the dim lights over the bar. But the thing that usually drew people in was her big, brown eyes and button nose, which she enhanced with her skilful hands and a make-up brush—going for the more natural look. 

"Who's that?" Tara whispered to Gemma, who sat beside her, while she held Thomas against her chest. 

Gemma let out a slight scoff as she barely glanced over at the woman, before turning back round in her chair, bringing her coffee mug up to her lips and taking a sip as the warmth flowed through her, "That...that's who we call Satan's first lady. She's trouble wrapped in a pretty package. If I were you I stay clear of that one." 

As the brunette past the matriarch, she ever-so-slightly nodded her head to the older woman, who acknowledged her with a sarcastic smile, which only made her grin properly form on her Iips as she made her way through the crowd, who have now went back to what they were doing, but some eyes still lingered on the woman's perfectly curved frame, until she reached Happy Lowman. 

"Where is he?" she demanded, her tone carrying sharp authority. Her hand rested on her hip as she held her head high, not showing one ounce of fear as she faced the Tacoma killer. 

Happy simply stared up at her, seemingly unbothered as he moved the tooth pick around in his mouth, giving her a simple shrug and grunt. 

The woman's features hardened, "Look, I don't care if he is deep in some whore's pussy right now, I need to see him." 

A sigh left Happy's lips as he noticed the slight glint of a tear forming. Standing up, her waved off the prospects' protests, "Don't look at my cards," he rasped, sending them all a threatening look that was enough to send chills down their spines, before dumping his cards down on the table, and making his way around the coffee table over to the woman. Placing a hand on her lower back, he led her over to the hall, leading up to the dorms. 

She didn't mind the placement of his hand, it felt friendly, familiar, not at all sleazy. Because back in the day, they used to be pretty close friends—but that was a long time ago. 

So, she allowed him to lead her all the way to the end of the hall to Tig's dorm room, "It's good to see you, sweetheart," Happy murmured, pressing his lips against her forehead, before gently rubbing her shoulder as he walked away, leaving her standing there, staring at the closed door. Her eyes scanned over the small cracks in the worn wood, trying to focus on anything but the unmistakable sounds of a girl moaning, as well as the creaking of the old mattress that probably hadn't been changed in decades and the familiar pleasurable grunt of her husband filling her ears.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath, composing herself, before she reached for the handle, her fingers wrapping over the oval shape, twisting the knob and pushing it open only to be met with a scene, that even though she was expecting it, made her blood boil. 

Tig lay back against the headboard, his hands gripping the hips of a young blonde woman, and from the absence of stretch marks and wrinkles on her bare back, she had to be in her early twenties at most. The girl, who was young enough to be his daughter, was straddling his waist as she rode him like she was competing in a rodeo. Her hair flying around in a tangled mess, her nails digging into his chest as her head snapped back, and a loud moan slipped from her lips and bounced off the four walls of the dorm room. 

Announcing her arrival, she slammed the door behind her. Tig's eyes met her stern gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

"Annalise?" he breathed out, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world—at least in his world anyway. 

Tig immediately shoved the girl off him, causing her to fall to floor in a thud. His eyes widened, his head snapping to the side as he peeped over the edge of the bed to check on her, "Sorry, baby," he whispered, before his gaze landed back on his wife, who had barely moved a muscle, her stern gaze refused to falter. 

"You know, knocking is a thing, right?" The blonde groaned, pushing herself to her feet, placing her hands on her hips, not giving a damn that her chest was on full display. But Elise paid her no mind. "Who the fuck is this?" she snarled, her gaze turning to Tig when she received no acknowledgement from the older woman, who looked extremely good for her age. 

Tig sighed, casually reclining back against the headboard, "She's my wife," he announced, his eyes never leaving Elise's beautiful brown orbs that held a fire that could even tame him. 

"Ex-wife," she corrected, a smug smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. 

Tig matched her grin, chuckling to himself as he shook his head in amusement, "Ah, technically we're not divorced, beautiful." 

Elise's eyes narrowed at the smug bastard that she was still legally married to, "Because someone won't sign the bloody divorce papers!" she snapped, her composure finally cracking, she hated that—how much he got under her skin. But what she hated more was that he knew, and he loved it. 

Finally, Elise's attention went to the crow eater awkwardly still standing in the room, "Leave," she ordered, motioning with her head to the door. 

The young twenty year old with the flawless body that would make any woman jealous, didn't argue with the woman that held the threatening aura of authority, quickly throwing her clothes on and exiting the room so quickly she almost tripped over her own feet. 

"So, where'd you find her?" Elise asked, gracefully sitting down on the edge of the bed, delicately flattening down the cotton sheets, scrunching up her nose as she pulled a black g-string out from under her thigh with two fingers, tossing it aside like it held some sort of disease. 

This amused Tig, a chuckle rumbling through his chest, "Club hang around." 

"Ah..." Elise nodded in understanding. 

Tig shuffled down the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, immediately her familiar scent filled his nostrils as he closed his eyes taking in the feeling of having her in his arms again, "Don't judge, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, while his warm breath hit the sensitive spot on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Remember how we met?" 

Elise's eyes closed as she instinctively leaned back against him, allowing the familiar warmth engulf her, "In my defence, I only ever wanted you," she said, turning her head slightly, and their eyes locked and the familiar electrical pull they always felt toward each other was still there—and Elise hated that. 

Tig reached up to caress her cheek as he admired her soft features, "You look good, baby." 

And she did. She wore a tight fitted, red dress that reached her ankles with a long slit up one side that finished just below the outline of her lace panties. And of course, she was sporting her classic stiletto heels to match. 

The spell was broken in an instant, "Don't call me that," she hissed, pushing his hand away from her face as she went to stand. 

But before she could, Tig grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, pushing her down on the mattress and pinning her there with his hand wrapped around her neck, a certain body part pressing into her inner thigh, "Then what do you want me to call you? Huh?" 

Elise swallowed the large lump that formed his her throat at the close proximity of their bodies. Their lips were inches apart, and his warm breath against hers set her skin on fire. 

Tig knew what he was doing, a smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, while his hand wandered up the slit of her dress, making her shiver, "When's the last time a man touched you the way you like to he touched?" 

"A-awhile..." she croaked, her voice getting caught in her throat as her breathing picked up as Tig's free hand moved her panties aside, giving him access to her heat, his fingers agonisingly slowly brushed against her clit. 

Suddenly, Tig's eyes darkened as his hand that was wrapped around her neck travelled down to her chin, his fingers wrapped around it and he roughly pulled her into a hungry kiss. 

The kiss was aggressive, his tongue immediately meeting hers as their lips moulded together like two warriors looking for a fight. His teeth pierced her cherry lips, drawing blood as he devoured the taste of her, all the while, his fingers were relentlessly working their magic on her core, eliciting deep, animal like moans from the woman struggling to keep herself composed. 

But as Tig's fingers slid into her tight folds, her eyes shot open and she shoved him so hard off her he stumbled back into a nearby wall, "Jesus Christ," she hissed, wiping her mouth with her hand, trying to remove some of the smudged lipstick, but only managing to smear it across her rosy cheeks. "I'm not here for that." 

Tig glared at her as he pushed himself to his feet, throwing on his discarded shirt, his kutte sitting draped of a chair behind Elise, "Then why'd you come, huh?" he asked, his tone sharpened with frustration—he needed some form release.

It wasn't unusual for the couple to play a twisted game like this. To keep things interesting in their marriage they had come up with a game where Tig would bring a good looking girl back to his dorm, usually one of the newest crow eaters, or some dumb bimbo from the club and as things got heated, Elise would storm in, catching her husband in the act and throw the unexpecting target out on her ass. Filled with adrenaline and a lustful need for one another, the couple would proceed to fuck each other's brains out, not giving a damn who might hear. But that was all over now. 

"I'm not signing no fucking papers," Tig sneered, pulling on his pants and doing up his belt. "You're my wife!" 

Elise sighed, "It's Gracie..." she started to say, her voice strained with emotion as she lowered her head. 

Tig noticing this, approached, cupping her chin and gently lifting her head, his eyes bore into hers. A sigh left his lips as he noticed the tears that welled like a pool inside her orbits, "Baby, what's wrong?" His features and tone softened instantly. "What's happened? Please, tell me." 

Elise Trager never cried, well, at least not in front of people. She wasn't one to show emotion around others, not wanting them to see her as weak. So, as her husband, Tig knew something must be seriously wrong for her to look this broken. 

Elise couldn't answer his question as a sob escaped her lips and her head dropped onto his shoulder. Tig didn't wait a second, his arms wrapping around her shaking form. She clung to him like he was her lifeline, her cries filling the room, making Tig's heart ache as he held her close, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her tears soaking the collar of his dark blue button-up. 

"It's gonna be okay, baby," Tig cooed, running his fingers through her hair soothingly. "I'm right here." 

Tig's mind raced with all the awful possibilities that could of caused such a heartbreaking sight, but he wasn't going to question his wife in this state. He just needed to comfort her—be there for her. And when she was ready, she would tell him. Tig just had this feeling that whatever it was...it was bad, and nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

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[ravennaortiz]

coffee with clay

imagine gemma catching you and clay having sex (post divorce)

This coffee is a little messy lol

Gemma stood in the doorway of the club meeting space. Lip trembling as her heart shattered more. The divorce was finalized only an hour ago and the man she loved was buried deep inside someone else

She knew she should look away but she couldn't. A twinge of jealousy also shot through her at the thought of you being bent over the club meeting table. Being fucked in a sacred space when she had been denied.

The glint of sunlight hitting the diamond ring on your finger was just another stab to her heart.

You knew Gemma was watching and wanted to drive home she was no longer welcome. Which is why you finally locked eyes with her as the tight coil in your belly exploded with Clays powerful thrusts. The words that flew from your mouth had tears trailing down the tossed away matriarchs face

"Breed me Daddy" You moaned as Clay grunted from behind you. His fingers digging harder into your hips as he slammed into you. "Let me give you a baby finally" you continued as you felt his pace start to falter as he growled before pushing you down onto the table as he raised a leg up.

Clay gave you a couple more hard thrusts before exploding deep inside you. "Need something Gem or are you wanting to learn how to actually fuck a man?" inquired Clay after a couple minutes as he finally looked up at his ex wife as his hands massaged your ass and lower back. His cock still twitching deep inside you.

Gemma shook her head before turning and darting from the clubhouse.

"Round 3?" inquired Clay as he smacked your ass making you giggle and clench around his still hard length.

[multifandomfix]

Gemma Teller Smut Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gemma isn’t exactly soft after, but she is protective. After sex, she may light a cigarette, brush your hair back from your face, and give you that intense look that says you’re hers.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner’s)

She loves necks. She has a thing for biting, kissing, and gripping them, especially when asserting control. A vulnerable neck just draws her in. It’s about dominance and affection all at once.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

She marks you in subtle, potent ways, lipstick smudges on your jaw, faint bruises from her fingers and nails, that gold chain she gave you “just because.” She wants people to know who you belong to, whether they realize it or not.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

Gemma is dominant in bed and in life. She likes control, loves calling the shots, and doesn’t tolerate backtalk, unless you want to be punished.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. She knows what she’s doing, what she likes, and what you like before you even figure it out.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

She fucks. It’s intense, raw, carnal. She may make love once in a while, if she’s really in her feelings, but her go to is fucking like she needs to burn something out of her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sex with Gemma is usually serious, sometimes emotionally charged, always intense. The closest she comes to humor is the occasional sarcastic quip mid undressing, or a smirk when you beg.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Power turns her on. Watching you obey her, beg for her, or squirm under her gaze makes her wet. She’s turned on by confidence too, but only if she can break it down. Biting lips, exposed throats, vulnerability wrapped in strength, those trigger her arousal.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they’re desperate to have you?)

When she needs you, she’s practically feral. She corners you, pushes you back, grinds into you before you’re even undressed. She’ll whisper filth into your ear while yanking your belt off, voice low and breathy with need.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t need to self pleasure very often. Gemma gets what she wants from you. But when she does indulge, it’s quick, intense, and angry, like she’s punishing herself for needing you. And she will tell you about it, especially if it gets you worked up.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Power play, edging, marking, possessiveness, dirty talk. She likes controlling your pleasure, making you wait, watching you fall apart under her. She’s also into watching herself in control, whether it’s in a mirror or just in your eyes.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

She loves anywhere semi public. Her office at Teller Morrow, the back of a car, against a wall in the clubhouse bathroom. Danger adds spice. Home is fine too, her bed is just another throne for you to worship her at.

M = Mood (what’s the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Foreplay is intense and deliberate. She’ll toy with you, drag her nails down your stomach, whisper threats and promises. Getting her in the mood usually involves tension, arguments, jealousy, power struggles. She likes a bit of emotional heat to ignite the physical.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

She undresses with purpose. There’s nothing casual about it, it’s always slow, always with eye contact. And yes, she loves watching you undress, especially if you’re nervous. She eats it up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She’s phenomenal at giving. She uses her mouth like a weapon. She loves to receive too, but only if you’re eager. If you hesitate, she’ll grab your hair and guide you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough. She’s not gentle unless there’s a reason to be. She takes what she wants, and she doesn’t mind a little pain on either end. But if the mood shifts, she can slow down, dangerously slow even just to drive you crazy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s absolutely down for them, before a meeting, during a party, in the bathroom at a bar. She gets off on the urgency.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, she’s a risk taker in every part of her life, and sex is no different. She’ll try new things, test limits, and push boundaries, but always from the driver’s seat.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Impressive. She can go for a long time and usually wants multiple rounds. She’s insatiable when the chemistry’s right. She’ll keep going until you’re boneless beneath her.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

She’s had her share of one night stands, but she prefers deeper entanglements. Casual sex bores her. She wants something layered, a little possessive.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tease? Oh, yes. She’ll edge you, whisper threats, pull away just when you’re about to come, especially if you were smart mouthed earlier. But she always finishes what she starts. Eventually.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s vocal, but controlled. Low, sultry groans, breathy commands, the occasional barked “don’t stop.” And when you really get to her, gritted teeth, broken gasps, a growled “fuck.”

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

She doesn’t rush into sex with someone she’s genuinely interested in, because once it happens, you’re hers. So, she waits just long enough to establish control. But if it’s casual, she might go for it right away, just to test the waters.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lingerie is always deliberate, dark lace, garters, something that says don’t touch unless I let you. She doesn’t always wear her sexiest pieces, but when she does, you know you’re in for a long night.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Her sex drive is high, but it’s specific. She doesn’t want just anyone, she wants you, under certain circumstances. When she’s in the mood, she has to have it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She doesn’t fall asleep easily. After sex, she might light a cigarette, stare at the ceiling, or quietly run her fingers down your body. She’ll drift off eventually, but hardly ever before you do.

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