#gemma teller

[wetpussyju1ce]

for @theeternaloptimistt

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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. 

[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."

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

[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.

[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

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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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Not a good time to be clever.

SONS OF ANARCHY (2008-2014) 1.05 AK-51

[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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[wetpussyju1ce]

i read on the sons of anarchy fandom wiki page that wendy and jax only married because gemma pushed them to it because she wanted grandkids and it got me thinking that gemma would totally push jax with some younger girl (like early 20s) who is associated with the club to maximize her chance at multiple grandkids. gemma doesn't care if she's ripping this poor girl away from her family or if she has other obligations like post-secondary education or a job, she sees her successor when jax becomes club president. she'll teach her to be the perfect housewife for jax and let's be so fr. jax is not gonna complain about a young(er) cute girl in his house cooking and cleaning and popping out his kids

thanks for the ask! see end of the text for notes :)

jax teller x poc!fem reader

notes: ik charming isn't real so imagine legal age to buy scissors is 18.

warning: reader is 21. but doesn't look like it. she's skinny too. also Gemma is a freak and lowkey behaving like a predator. some language used may be triggering cuz Gemma is purposely treating reader like a child. like grooming a whole adult. but yeah. Just be careful if that's triggering to you but no smut or anything.

Gemma first sees her at a shitty burger joint. the one where they make the workers wear bright coloured aprons and hats. Gemma never gets the burgers. Just the milkshakes. always the milkshakes. she used to get them all the time when she used to get her periods. always had a weird craving for them. but now that shes hit menopause. she still gets the urge. the itch for a sweet diabetes inducing milkshake once in a while.

she's served by reader, young, looks maybe about 16, tired, small wrists and skinny arms. Gemma pays, gets her milkshake and leaves. drinks the whole thing in her car in the parking lot then leaves.

the next time she sees her is at the supermarket, she's in front of her in line, abt to pay at the till, got some scissors, medical tape and paracetamol w random food items and socks. Gemma doesn't say anything, just watches the same girl that served her the other day keep looking at the tiny black monitor, surveying the price going up and up. then the cashiers asks for I.D, to buy the scissors and medicine. the cashier says she needs to be 18 and reader pulls out her ID. it gets checked. she's old enough. she pays for her stuff then leaves.

Gemma looks at her long and hard. looks at how small she is. just a girl, really. her hair is not that long barely touches her shoulders as it curls up in every direction, bounces w each step and move she makes. her face was always bare and she dressed in oversized t-shirt and jeans everytime Gemma sees her. Gemma knows she's tiny her clothes too. knows she has a flat stomach and small tits. but that's okay because that won't stay the same for too long.

it's honestly stalkerish how much Gemma keeps following the girl around, observing her go on about her day until she realises the girl is actually sleeping in her car.

that's when she finally decides to step in, introduces herself and gains the girls trust, because see, Gemma had a plan, and she will get what she wants no matter what it takes.

Gemma starts talking abt helping the girl, abt how shitty it must be sleeping in her car, abt how she lived through tough times and knows how it feels. Gemma convinces her to come w her to the bar, that she can get her a job that pays a little better than the minimum wage burger place. that there's even a room to spare for her if she's willing to put in the work.

and the girl does. oh she does. she's grateful. works hard and takes every opportunity given to her to improve her living situation. she tries very hard to earn her keep. Just to not go back to sleeping in her car because it's uncomfortable and cramped and it makes her hurt and ache all over.

Gemma leaves her be for a couple of days. so the girl gets used to her new surroundings. doing any task she's given at the bar, wipe counters, cleaning the toilets, bringing in the mail, taking out the trash, she'll do anything, and she gets paid of course, every week, in a little envelope w her name on it. the room she gets given isn't that big, it's tiny really, with a mattress, a single window, a wardrobe and a tiny desk. and it was more than enough for her.

Gemma quickly notices that the girl doesn't drink. never smokes either. no matter how much she's offered. she eats as much healthy food as possible. drinks lots of water and tries to take care of her health as much possible. which is puzzling to Gemma because where did this girl even come from?? how did she end up sleeping in her car?

it doesn't matter. because Gemma had a plan. and the first step was already complete.

it turns out that the girl was actually 21. which was great. good even. because Gemma genuinely thought she was 16 or 17. and she doesn't think Jax would get it on with a teenager. her boy was better than that.

and even at 21 the girl looked smaller than others her age, it's like puberty skipped her. she was skinny to begin with. a given considering she was homeless a couple of weeks ago. she was short, but not that short. her face still held on to baby fat and she has the cutest curls on her head. she was perfect. a fresh canvas for Gemma to paint on.

so then Gemma managed to convince her to go with her to the doctors for some check ups. she'll pay for everything, Gemma said, she just has to come. Gemma talked about feeling a sense of responsibility towards her, said she felt like someone who found a kitten by the side of the road. she had to get her checked just to make sure everything's okay.

and she accepted, under the guise that Gemma just cared abt her wellbeing. in a sense it was true. but in reality all Gemma cared about was any medical issues that could potentially affect the chances of her getting grandchildren from this girl, because of course that was the case, Gemma has never done anything for free.

everything went well at the doctors, the girl is perfectly healthy, has no history of medical issues, doesn't even have family history of anything, heck, even her period cycles were absolutely normal and all her teeth were hers, straight and perfect.

it was unfair really, how Gemma lucked out with this one, how perfectly healthy she was, ripe and ready for the taking.

then next step was getting the girl to trust Gemma even more. she started stringing the girl along for random trips to the most random places, grocery shopping, to the bank, to the garage, whatever it was. then Gemma would bring her with when she goes shopping, says she needs some girls time, about how her son jax was useless and that this feels like having a daughter of her own.

Gemma didn't really come out to shop for herself, even tho she likes to, it was more for the girl than anything, she coaxed her into trying clothes Gemma picked out, managed to convince her that she should let Gemma get them for her. and that's how it started, slowly building up the perfect little doll for jax. Gemma would dress her up in pretty girly colours, the colours she doesn't wear herself, like light pinks and oranges and baby blues. Light and soft fabrics. then perfumes. then lipglosses and mascara.

Gemma wasn't surprised when she found out the girl doesn't even know how to wear makeup. she just smiled and said she didn't need it anyway, with a face like that. and just told her lipgloss was enough. oh she was perfect, and Gemma was so happy. so thrilled.

and then Gemma asked her once if she was a virgin. all the girl did was bite her lip and look away and that's all Gemma needed to know.

then the girl started catching the attention of club members, especially when she walked somewhere and her sweet perfume would waft behind her, leaving a trail of sweetness behind. Gemma knew to put her in pretty colours in an environment where it looked like everything was grey and black, it made her stand out, like a flower growing in the cracks of concrete.

and even with all the attention the girl didn't care, she kept on working, doing whatever Gemma asked her to, perfectly obedient. and Gemma knew to stop giving her dirty and difficult jobs now, she needed her to stay put, do easy things and be pretty while doing it, so it maximises the chance of jax seeing her.

and Gemma knew not to tell jax a thing. she knew he'd be suspicious of her true intentions. so she didn't tell him, or anyone, anything and just waited, bid her time until the boys were all together having drinks, she called over the prettiest girl in the room and asked her to give jax a folder.

the girl nodded and made her way to the table, she didn't have to say anything, standing behind him like that, because her sweet scent already alerted him that she was there. Jax turned around in his chair, confused, and the moment she parted her strawberry pink lips to tell him about the folder, Gemma saw the moment her son was done for. she saw the moment something in his eyes shifted and knew she won.

phew. I hope you liked it anon :)

I really liked this idea and the dark themes of it. so I def want to maybe write something more of the same theme and ideas. but yh. this took me a while because part of me wanted to flesh out a whole fic but then realised I do not have the energy for that atm so that's all I can offer for now.

Also nobody cares but I'm on like ep3 of s1 of soa 🧍This blog was fuelled purely by me watching soa while ovulating and now here we are 😔

[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.

[stilinski-ortiz-dolan]

[lunajay33]

The Teller Girl Part.7

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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”

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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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The Ghost of SAMCRO

used to be someone else—a name whispered in classified debriefs, the daughter of Captain John Price, the woman Ghost once let his guard down for. I was raised in the shadow of war, never enlisted but trained like I had been. I knew how to survive. What I didn’t know was how to live.

So I ran. I left the missions, the ghosts, the expectations—and I ended up in a nowhere town called Charming. Waitressing, hiding, trying to feel normal. That’s where I met Jax Teller. He was chaos wrapped in charisma, danger laced with something softer. I should’ve walked away, but I didn’t. I stayed.

And now everything is unraveling.

Task Force 141 followed a lead straight into Charming. Turns out SAMCRO is tangled up with cartel business, and my name—my face—triggered something none of us were ready for. Ghost is here. My father is here. And I’m trapped between two worlds I never meant to bring together.

Jax is fire. Ghost is frost. And I’m the match between them both….

This is a bot I made on Janitor AI :)

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The Run (Chibs x Plus Size Reader) - Chapter 2

I've posted the link before but *shrugs*. TW description of injury

The ride back to your apartment was anything but silent. Gemma had taken you by the pharmacy, and for that you were grateful, but it appeared, when she wasn't busy at the garage, Gemma was very chatty. 

“So? You owe someone money for drugs? Crank?”

“I don't do drugs. I don't even know what crank is.” You shrugged, assuming it was a drug. 

“You really have no idea why these guys were after you?” You rested your head against the seat, rolling it to the side to look at her. 

“I really don't. I swear, I'm not running from anyone.” Well, not running from anyone that knew where you were, or was this violent. “I should've thought harder about the van. I just thought…small town. Maybe it was a different driver.”

“Unfortunately, that's not how things go here.”

“Yeah, I've noticed.” You scoffed, earning a small smile from her. “I didn't mean to cause a problem, I just…I didn't know where to go. I knew I needed to come to the garage, and I couldn't go to the ER, so I just…”

“I get it. You don't have to explain yourself to me.” Even though it felt like you did. “And you didn't cause a problem. It's good that you put this on their radar.”

“Right. Good. I can't give them any details other than one of them being maybe a white guy. But it's good.” You sighed, eyes squeezing shut. You'd stopped crying, but everything still hurt. The good doctor wrote you a prescription for pain pills, at least. 

“Just…give yourself time to process. Maybe you'll remember something.” Maybe. If you're lucky. Which, you weren't. 

“Thanks. I will.” Just in time for you to pull up to your apartment. Chibs was there, pulling up into a parking spot. 

“He's here for your protection.” Gemma gave you one of her looks. “Don't forget to use protection.”

“Gemma! I'm not-”

“Go on. You need to get inside.” She nodded towards your building as the man walked up to the side of the car. 

“Thanks.” Your thank you had a small amount of sarcasm to it this time, but you did still mean it. Climbing out of the car, you smiled at your temporary bodyguard. “Sorry you have to be doing this.”

“Tha's okay. Am sorry this happened to you.” He walked to your door with you, watching the area around you as you unlocked your door. You walked in, waiting for him to follow. He hesitated a moment before stepping inside. 

“Make yourself at home. I have soda and…water. Um…there are some more cookies.” You scurried into the kitchen, grabbing the plate of cookies and coming back with them. He had the cutest smirk on his face as he grabbed a cookie. 

“Thanks, darlin’.” He looked around your small living room as he ate. It was barely decorated, mostly just filled with unpacked boxes. You had a small couch and your TV was set up on the floor against the wall. “It's, uh, nice.”

“You don't have to lie.” You smiled, putting the plate on your kitchen table before joining him in the living room. “I haven't really gotten around to unpacking.”

“How long've you been in town?”

“About a month. Little more.” You saw the way his eyebrows raised. “Yeah, I'm not known for my luck.” Which reminded you…

You still hadn't seen yourself. You looked down at your torn shirt, cheeks heating up. Shit. Well, he was quite the gentleman, apparently. Or you just looked that rough, which was a genuine possibility. 

“I'm gonna get changed. See the damage.” You gestured to your face, which you were terrified looked as bad as it felt. 

“I'll be here.” He took a seat on your couch, getting comfortable. 

Hurrying into your bedroom, you grabbed pajamas to change into. Appropriate pajamas. Scurrying into the bathroom, you closed the door, just staring at the doorknob for a moment. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and faced the mirror. 

A sob escaped you when you opened your eyes. Fuck. Tears welled up again as you looked yourself over. Your cheek was purple and had a cut that had been bandaged. Your nose had a bandage over it as well, the coloring a darker, almost black, with an ugly green spreading across it to your eyes. Your lip was busted, which explained why you could still only taste blood. 

Pulling off your shirt, it went straight into the trash. There was no coming back from that. Your bra had blood on it as well, but at least you could probably treat the stain. Taking a washcloth, you ran the water until it was hot, and started wiping away the rest of the dried blood from your body. Without your shirt, you saw the bruising that was starting to cover part of your abdomen and towards your right ribs. Great. You already hated how you looked, and now you were downright grotesque. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you wiped yourself down, stinging the cut on your cheek.

You'd changed into an oversized shirt and long sleep pants. You didn't need to be showing off more of your ugly body than you already had. Moving from the bathroom to your bedroom, you grabbed the stain remover and got to work on your bra. You'd need to take that and your skirt to the laundromat soon. Actually, you needed to do laundry in general soon. The silence in your apartment felt eerie, knowing he was just sitting there without the TV on. 

“Sorry, I probably should've given you the remote.” You came back out, quickly turning on the television and placing the remote on the arm of the couch. 

“S'okay.” The old Scotsman was watching you closely, and you fidgeted awkwardly under his gaze for a moment before flitting off to the kitchen again. 

“You guys drink beer, right? I'll pick some up at the store tomorrow. Whoever has to watch me may as well be comfortable.” You called out, staring into your mostly empty fridge. You needed to get groceries. A girl could only survive on dry cereal and peanut butter sandwiches for so long. There were only a few cans of cola in the fridge, and some bottled water. The milk had expired days ago, and you needed to throw it out. 

“Ya don’ have to worry ‘bout that.” His voice being so close to you made you jump, and you slammed the door to the fridge closed. He had that charming smirk back on his face, just like you had the blush on yours. 

“Nah, I mean, it's the least I could do. I need to go to the store, anyway.” 

“You need to take it easy for a moment.” He reached out cautiously, his hand resting on your shoulder. “Write up a list an’ we'll have one o’ the boys grab whatya need tomorrow.”

“That's really nice, but you guys don't need to-”

“Lass, you got hurt because of us. It's the least we could do.” He pulled you forward slightly, the hand on your shoulder guiding you from your kitchen to your living room. “Relax. Go lie down for a bit.”

“Oh, but, I haven't eaten. Have you? I doubt it. I'll order pizza or-”

“I'll let you order a pizza if you lie down while it's on the way.” You blinked a couple of times, then smiled.

“You'll let me? How kind of you.” You snorted, already pulling out your cellphone to call. “Fine. I'll place the order and let you handle the rest.”

“Sounds perfect.” He gave you a tight smile as you turned and walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. 

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When you'd first gone into your room, you didn't expect to relax. Laying on your bed, your body was sore and it felt impossible for your muscles to relax. Everything in you hurt. You'd come to Charming because you thought it would be a nice escape, a new beginning. So far, this new beginning was absolute dogshit. 

You'd gone through a lot back in your hometown, but you'd never been beaten before. You'd been lucky. Felt up? Pushed around? Sure. But not beaten. Maybe mentally, but never physically. The mental and emotional abuse had become familiar, but you'd at least been lucky to escape with no physical injuries in the past. This was supposed to be a good change. 

You don't know when you fell asleep, or for how long you'd been out, but when you woke up it was completely dark outside. The clock flashed a quarter after nine, which meant you'd been down for at least two hours. And shit. You'd ordered pizza. 

Pizza, which your bodyguard had clearly paid for, since it sat on your kitchen table. When you'd come out of your room, you noticed Chibs asleep on your couch, television on low in the background. You walked carefully, sneaking into your own kitchen so as not to bother him. You promptly devoured a piece of pizza in seconds, already working your second when you heard a loud snort from the other room. You tried stifling your laughter, but you knew he'd heard you. 

“Oh, so Sleeping Beauty is finally awake.” He teased, standing from the couch. 

“I don't know about beauty, but I was definitely sleeping. So were you.” You joked, painfully aware of how far from beauty you were right now. “Thanks for paying for the pizza. I'll get you the cash in a minute.”

“Nah, don’ worry.”

“I'm paying you back, Chibs. I'm the one that ordered it.” 

“An’ I'm the one sayin’ you don’ have ta pay me back. I ate some, you ate some. We're good.” You didn't agree with that logic, but you'd discovered arguing with the older man was tedious. He was as stubborn as he was handsome.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corner of your lip. “So, are you taking me to work tomorrow? Just wanted to plan on pants if so.”

“Are ya really sure goin’ ta work is a good idea?” You frowned, and his face turned down to match yours. 

“I can't become some shut in.”

“S'not what am sayin’. You went through somethin’ traumatic.” He was right, but…

“I don't…they may not have anyone else to cover the class.” You realized he probably didn't know what that meant. “I'm supposed to be watching a first grade class again.”

“An’ you want the kids to see you like tha’?” You swallowed harshly. No. No, you didn't. Sighing, you knew it was too late to call anyone now. 

“Fine. I'll call the school in the morning.” You felt defeated. You wouldn't get any money, and you needed that pretty desperately. 

“It'll be fine. Jus’ take a day ta recover.” Nodding, you sat at the kitchen table, picking up your forgotten pizza. He remained standing for a moment but ended up sitting with you. 

“I think I have a curse on me. Unlucky is practically my middle name at this point.” You sighed, taking a bite. You weren't gross about it, but you talked with your mouth full. “I worry that moving here was a mistake. I bought that stupid car before I left, and now look at it.”

“Why'd you move here anyway?”

“I couldn't stay where I was, and I thought Charming sounded charming.” You frowned, finishing the slice. You gestured to your face, grabbing another piece. “This is not charming.”

“So you've had a bad go of it-”

“Had a bad go of it? Have you actually looked at my face?” You pointed directly to your face, circling with your finger. “My car broke down yesterday, and I broke down today.”

“‘M sorry. Ye wouldn' be in this mess if it weren' for us.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “What were you doin’ at the shop this mornin’, anyway? I told you Friday.”

“I was telling Gemma to give up on the car. I'd pay for what I owed from yesterday and then I'd just sell the car for parts or something.” You finished that piece now as well, feeling full, and maybe a little nauseous. “I was going to come back after school got out to pay and it was when I was walking to Teller-Morrow…”

“I don’ know if sellin’ your car's a good idea.” You leaned against the table, resting your forehead against your hand. At least that didn't hurt. 

“I can't afford what I'd owe on Friday, either. I'll just walk or learn public transport or something-”

“Walkin’ is what got you in trouble last time. You should've called the shop for a ride back.”

“Don't blame me for getting jumped and almost kidnapped! I don't want to blame you guys either, but I can't really think of another reason they would've been following me.” You huffed, scowling. Then, you sighed, looking at him again. “Sorry. I'm just…fucked up.”

“S'okay. It is our fault.” He reached out, patting your shoulder. “Your pretty face wouldn' be marred if it weren’ for us.”

“Well, um, fair enough.” You knew you blushed over being called pretty, and that was embarrassing. Getting up from the table abruptly, you set to work putting up the remaining pizza. “Sorry, did you want more?”

“Nah, I've had enough.” He smirked, getting up from the table and leaning against the counter. He simply watched as you busied yourself. “Why couldn’ you stay where you were?”

“Oh! Ah, well…it's just better for…everyone, really, if I'm not there anymore.” You blushed harder at your awkward answer, but now you had nothing to distract yourself with. 

“You on the run?”

“Like from the law? No. God, no, I've never even gotten a speeding ticket.” You huffed. Not that you weren't notorious for speeding, but that was one thing you had luck with. You walked past him, out of the kitchen, and he of course followed. “I just…I guess I'm running from just…the past?”

“I hear ya.” He nodded, taking a seat on your couch. “You don’ owe me anymore info.”

“Right. Thanks.” You stood awkwardly, uncomfortably, next to the small couch before backing up towards your bedroom. “I'm going to go back to bed. Make yourself at home.”

You turned before he could say anything, promptly running into the wall next to your door. Making a weird, disgruntled noise that you struggled to describe to yourself, you hurried into your bedroom and closed the door. 

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In the morning, you felt like death. You'd forgotten to take more painkillers before going to sleep, and by the time you were up and taking them, it was already taking its toll. You barely paid attention to anything, heading immediately to the bathroom without even a glance at the couch. When you came out, male voices greeted you. You rubbed at your good eye, seeing Chibs and Juice standing in your front door, talking. Juice gave you a nice smile and small wave. 

“Morning, Juice. There's pizza, if you're hungry.” You looked at the time, seeing it was barely 8 A.M. “I mean, pizza for breakfast is normal, right?”

“I might take you up on that.” He grinned. “Chibs, you good to take off?”

“Yeah. Bye, lass. Stay safe.” The charming son of a bitch winked at you before leaving. 

“So, ah, Chibs said to have you make a list and I'll run to the store for you when Half-Sack shows up later.” The younger biker stood with his hands in his pockets, rocking on his feet. 

“I'd rather just go to the store myself.” You sighed, rubbing your neck. “You can just take me, right?”

“I dunno…you really should stay in and rest.”

“I don't want to stay in and rest. You sound like that stubborn, old bastard.” You huffed, but you made him laugh. 

“He was pretty serious about you staying here.”

“He's not your boss, right?” His eyebrows raised, and he shook his head. “Great. I'll get dressed, and then we can go.”

You left him standing there, hurrying into your room before he could object. You assumed Juice rode a bike, so you went with jeans and a simple graphic tee. When you crossed to the bathroom to check your face, you noticed he was in fact eating the pizza. It made you smile. A smile that disappeared the second you saw yourself in the mirror again. The bruises were worse now, with more green and yellow joining the blue and purple. The cut on your lip had bled more, and you wiped at it briefly. Unfortunately, you had to just give up, leaving the bathroom.

“That's as good as that's gonna get.” You grumbled, grabbing your bag. “I'm ready.”

“Great.” He shoved the rest of his pizza in his mouth, giving you the goofiest but cutest smile. Wiping his hands on his pants, he headed to your front door. He stood close by, keeping watch as you locked the door. “I brought the van, so we can carry the groceries back.”

“Oh, nice.” But your steps slowed slightly as you approached the black van. It was so similar to the one that had been stalking you just a day before. But you swallowed that momentary fear and climbed into the passenger seat. 

The drive to the store was short, and you relaxed more as the drive went on. Inside the store, you desperately attempted to ignore the looks from passersby, but fuck. You know you looked awful, but the way people gawked at you was astounding. You hoped they didn't think Juice had done it to you. Bikers got a bad rap, and you were sure the Sons were no different. 

“Um, I told Chibs I'd buy you guys some beer. I'm not really a beer drinker myself, so you should pick out some stuff.” You gestured to the cases in front of you. Looking like a kid in a candy shop, he grabbed a few cases and put them in the cart. 

“Thanks! You don't have to do that.” He said, but he'd already picked the beer. It made you laugh. 

“Just wanna be a gracious host.” You added, leaving that aisle.

The rest of the shopping trip was uneventful. People kept staring, but at least nobody said anything. Back at your apartment, Juice helped carry in the bags and even helped unpack them.

“I got it from here. You should relax.” You gave him a smile, putting the milk and orange juice in the fridge. 

“I think I should be saying that to you.” He leaned against the wall, watching you for a moment. Suddenly, his phone rang. “Uh, be right back.”

He stepped outside, and you finished putting up the produce and meat you'd bought. Chips and pasta went into the cupboard, and the longer he was gone, the more curious you were. You didn't have to wait much longer before he was coming back in, looking a little anxious. 

“I need to get back to the clubhouse. Do you…want to stay here? Alone.” He didn't look like he thought that was a great idea, and the thought made you nervous as well. “Or, Gemma should be at the garage.”

“Yeah, I'll hang out with Gemma.” You nodded, grabbing your bag again. 

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Gemma wasn't at the garage. You stood in the little office, trying to figure out what to do. You didn't know how long Juice would be busy, and you didn't know any of the others working in the shop. You imagined Chibs was busy with whatever they'd called Juice in for, and it looked like Half-Sack was probably in there as well.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea for you to be here. You probably should've just stayed home. At your apartment. Alone. Ugh. Maybe not. You didn't know what issues the club normally had, but you hoped you didn't make them worse. You probably had, made it worse, that is. You had a special knack for doing that. Making things worse. 

You were stepping out of the office, not sure what you were going to do but not wanting to just exist in there anymore, when a big, black suburban pulled in. You watched, that feeling of nauseating paranoia creeping up your spine. It was just Gemma. You let out the breath you'd been holding, feeling relieved. 

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” She asked, but continued back into the office. You followed. 

“Juice was needed, and it was come here or stay…” Alone. Unprotected. She gave you a sad look for a moment before rustling through some papers. 

“Got it. You're, uh…”

“You don't have to say I'm looking better, or anything.” You joked, making her smile. 

“Sorry, sweetheart. Why don't you have a seat? Do you need anything?” You sat in the chair directly by her desk. 

“A new face.” You teased, laughing at your own joke. “No, I'm fine. Juice took me to the store for groceries earlier. Maybe a new job where I won't scare the kids.”

“Oh, god, did you go to the class again today?”

“No, no. Chibs insisted I not traumatize the children.” You saw that sly look on her face, ready to say something, but you kept going. “And I agreed, because that's not fair to the kids. I'm going to look for something else to do until I don't…look like this.”

She was silent for a while, and you wondered if she'd lost interest in the conversation. Then, she sat back, looking you over. 

“Tell ya what. You can help me here until you heal up.” Your eyebrows shot up, and you felt your jaw hanging open. She had that smirk on her face again, reaching over and patting your hand. “You're welcome, baby.”

“Seriously, Gemma, thank you! You won't regret it. Clerical work is my specialty.” You grinned, smiling bigger when she chuckled. Before you could say anything else, Half-Sack was popping his head into the room. 

“Hey. You ready to go?” You looked to Gemma, who nodded. 

“You start tomorrow.” You still had a stupid smile on your face, and you almost hugged her, but refrained. 

“Thank you! Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.” You bit your lip to try to stop smiling as you followed the prospect to his bike.

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