#soa oc

[lowbudgethawkeye]

Whoops...

I made another Sons of Anarchy oc instead of being a productive member of society.

[drabbles-mc]

OC: Natasha Moreno

"But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing."- Albert Camus

[ravennaortiz]

Day After

Summary: Chapter 3 of Countdown.

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Rocky opened her puffy, sore eyes the next morning when she felt her bed shift. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” whispered Juice as he cringed when he saw her eyes open. He had been trying to exit stealthily and had obviously failed. “Its okay” replied Rocky as she rubbed carefully at her puffy, sore eyes. “How you feeling” asked Juice as he watched her carefully. Rocky sighed heavily before answering. “I dunno…..tired….scared” replied Rocky struggling to find the right words while putting on a brave face. “Those are fair responses. It’ll be okay Rockstar” soothed Juice as she sat up and stretched. “How about I go get donuts and coffee for breakfast?” he added. Rocky nodded before making her way to her bathroom. Juice frowned as he straightened her covers before making his way out of the room.

 As Juice opened the door he came face to face with Jax who was leaving his own room. “Relax brother” stated Jax with a small laugh as he saw Juice tense like a deer in the headlights. “I trust you with my little sister. I know you wouldn’t be stupid to try anything” continued Jax as they made there way down the stairs to the kitchen area. “Appreciate that. I was going to go get us all breakfast real quick” stated Juice as he grabbed his keys from the hook by the door. “Sounds good” replied Jax as he watched Juice walk out the back door.

Jax looked up as his back door opened. “Jackie Boy, I got an interesting call this morning” stated Chibs as he sat at Jaxs Kitchen table. “From?” asked Jax as he took a seat as well. “Tig. He said Alvarez wants to meet with you today” stated Chibs as he sat his phone on the table. “Apparently he wants to make an alliance since we both have a common enemy.” He added his gaze locking on Jax’s. Jax was quiet for a few moments. “Give him a call” ordered Jax with a nod.

Later that day

Jax had sent Rocky, Juice and Halfsack away for a few hours while he met with Alvarez. The two men had been talking for a bit and Alvarez was now pondering Jax’s last request. “I am willingly to hide your sister. My charter in Santo Padre can make it happen. I’ll make a phone call and we will figure out the logistics after” stated Alvarez as he reached across the table to shake Jax’s hand. “Thank you. Looking forward to this new relationship between the Sons and Mayans” stated Jax as he shook the other mans hand before walking him out.

“What are you gonna do about the boys?” asked Opie as he looked over at his best friend. “Im just going to be honest. We need to get Rocky out of Charming while we figure out how to get the Aryan Brotherhood sorted. They will look at anyplace connected to SAMCRO but they wouldn’t look for her in a Mayan charter.” Stated Jax as he looked from Opie to Chibs who both nodded.

Santo Padre Clubhouse

Bishop sat listening to Alvarez on the phone as he sipped his beer. His men sat silently watching him while he talked. “We can do that” stated Bishop as he nodded his head. “Let me know when we need to head there” he added before ending the call. “We got ourselves a long term protection job boys. Sounds like the Mayans are going to get in bed with SAMCRO permanently and one of the pieces of the deal was for our charter to take in the sister of the VP in Charming.” Stated Bishop as he looked around the table at his men. “I need one of you to open your home up to her” he added. “I’m always open to a woman keeping my bed warm” replied Angel making the others roll there eyes and chuckle. Bishop shook his head before speaking. “Shes sixteen” replied Bishop as he watched Angels smug smile drop. “She can stay with me Bish” offered Gilly. “Sounds great” stated Bishop with a nod.

[garbinge]

Scarlett Lowman

“Apple doesn’t fall from the tree.” 

[baelor-the-based]

Grace Riley + Sons of Anarchy Poster Inevitable

The first memory of my mother is a woman sitting in a rocking chair, watching the world pass by from the comfort of her porch. She’s got bleached blonde hair that’s getting dark at the roots, and deep green irises that didn’t do too well in the bright light; she’s younger than she looks, but there is a fine quality to her, a beauty in her aging. Some artsy photographer would have probably liked her.

That singsong voice is clear as a bell as she calls to me.

“I’m waiting on Daddy,” she says, “He’s always got me waiting.”

Strangely enough, that is exactly how my last memory of her goes too, except this time rather than leaving to make lunch in the kitchen, she went to her room, took her .38 from the nightstand, and painted the ceiling with her brains. It wasn’t quite as picturesque, but even then I felt there was a kind of poetry to it.

I only wish she’d waited until I was gone. But there I was, still on that porch. Pretty sure the rocking chair hadn’t even stopped moving. 

I had just turned sixteen.

[mystic-scripture]

Rough Riding Aesthetics: Vixen Tirado

“The Leather on my back, and my bike under me is all I need to be set free from the demons that live within the darkest depths of my soul. And Whiskey...Whiskey helps too.” 

[yourcroweater]

A Little Wicked - Part 1

"Hey Prez", I called out when I saw Chibs entering the clothing store I worked in. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, the purple lenses catching the light. He gave me half smile as he walked my way and pulled his leather gloves off.

 "Hi, lass. Didn't see ye at Red Woody last night, everythin' okay?" I blinked. I didn't really think he notice, after all I was one crow eater among, well, a lot. Me calling him "prez" was pushing it too far already, I had exchanged only small talk with Chibs. That was it - not even bodily fluids, which was crow eater standard. 

 "Yeah, great. It was my sisters birthday last night and she had a party." He nodded comprehensively and then his eyes looked at the clothes around us. "Was wondering if ye could help me with somethin'." He wiggled his brows slightly and I raised one in response.

 "Christmas is coming and I need ta get a gift for a lass. Should probably get gifts for ma brothers too." I nodded, wondering what 'lass' was that. "Didn't know you guys were celebrating Christmas at the M/C this year." I said, shooting him a look over my shoulder as I flipped through some women clothes on the rack.

"Followin' a good catholic conduct." He said, coming to stay close to me again, one had over his heart dramatically as he pulled an innocent face. I chuckled and he gave me a little laugh which quickly disappeared and his face grew very serious. "I thought it'd be a good idea. Jackie's gone. The club needs somethin' to bring us all togetha." 

My heart sunk when I heard how pitiful his voice grew when talking about Jax. Jax had be nothing but nice to me in my three years as a crow eater. Always calling me darling, thanking me for helping with Abel and Thomas specially after Tara's murder, always gave me a little kiss on the forehead when leaving to go home. Chibs had known him for how many years? It had to hurt. 

I shifted on my feet uncomfortably, wanting to comfort Chibs but not knowing how to. "I'm so sorry, Chibs. I know how close you two were." I said in a small voice. He shook his head, his brown eyes meeting mine for a moment and then lowering to the ground. 

When he raised his eyes again all the sadness was gone. "This lass I need ta get a gift for, she's abou' yer height." He stepped back, looking me over. I stayed very still, presuming he was measuring me up. I couldn't help but blush a little, even knowing he wasn't checking me out but still, how could I not? A hot man with an even hotter accent looks you over and you're not gonna blush? Impossible. "A little more hips than ye." He concluded. 

"Okay. What kind of clothes she like?" He tugged at his beard. "Thas a good question. Dunno, actually." I gave him a little smile, assuming my job role. "We can work something out. I'll show you some things."

 I showed some of the less conservative clothes: low cut shirts, tight jeans and dresses. He shook his head at every one of them, sometimes wrinkling his nose at them. Finally, I started to get curious about who this 'lass' was and I just couldn't help myself anymore. 

"Is it Jarry?" He had been fumbling with the edge of his kutte and his head shot up when he heard my question. I immediately regretted asking. I sensed I had just stepped into dangerous territory and felt the need to excuse myself. 

"I heard Quinn talking to Hap about watching you and Jarry on top of the car. I thought, y'know, you two were together. And that these", I showed him the hangers I was holding on to, "were for her." 

He watched me for a moment, one raised brow, his lips slightly parted. Very slowly he shook his head. "No. I'm not seeing Althea anymore."

 "Got it." I said, putting the hangers back in the rack and avoiding eye contact with Chibs. 

 "It's for my daughter. Kerrianne. I'm sending her a gift. She lives in Belfast." I suddenly understood why he was saying no to every piece of clothing I showed him. No father would like to see his daughter dressing in a sexy way. "Got it." I repeated, a little smile playing on my lips. 

One hour later I was folding all the clothes Chibs decided to buy and placing them in a bag. He watched me all the while. I could feel the weight of his eyes on me, scrutinizing me. I struggled not to look up at him.

"Why do ye do this?" He asked very slowly. I had to look up at him then, giving him a quizzical look. "Sell clothes? 'Cause I need money." 

"No. Why are ye a crow eater?"

 "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, digging my fingers on the coat I had just folded. He pulled his lips down. 

"Ye don't look the type, Vivi." Him calling by my nickname flew completely over my head. I got very defensive.

"I don't look the type? I have a nice ass, tits and tattoos. Nice face too. Isn't that the crow eater uniform?" His eyes stopped at my boobs and I knew he was checking me out then. Probably would have checked out my ass too, had he not been on the other side of the counter. Even though I was angry, I felt my body get warm all over as he checked me out. 

"Aye, it is. But yer... different from th’ other crow eaters. They launch themselves at us but ye... yer very quiet. Don’ really seem all that interested in a bunch o’ biker criminals.” He crooked his head to the side, still staring at me.

“I am interested.” I said stubbornly, stuffing all the clothes inside a big bag. “I have lots of interest. Bad ass bikers? Yum!” I leaned forward on the counter with a teasing smile and winked at him. Chibs grinned wide and shook his head to the side, I leaned back and laughed. “See? Showing interest.”

“Aye. I jus’ worry abou’ ye, thas all. Ye could’ve been doin’ somethin’ else wit yer life instead of hangin’ with Samcro.”

I shook my head as I tapped on the computer screen, pulling Chibs’ receipt. “Not much I can do, Prez. I sell clothes, read books and look pretty. That’s it. It will be $73,89.”

He pulled a stack of dollar bills from his kutte pocket, counted eighty dollars and handed it to me.

“I’m sure there’s more. Nice crow eaters? Yum.” He imitated, winking at me. I chuckled. He picked up the bag of clothes and started to turn away. “Ye comin’ to Red Woody tonight?” I nodded. “Hav’ a beer with me then and ye can tell me all abou’ selling clothes and reading books.”

I blinked, my hand hovering over the change I still had to give him. “You’re asking me on a date?” I finally gathered the strength and stretched the money to him. He shook his head.

“Showin’ interest. Keep th’ change, lass. See ye later.” He gave me one last leer to show interest and left.

I stayed there, kinda dumbstruck, realizing that that leer wasn’t meant as a joke. 

Chibs had just hit on me. Holy Jesus.

Okay, okay. I was so going to Red Woody tonight.

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little story i’m creating here. idk i thought it was kind boring but i just wanted to introduce Vivi in a playful way. I have Vivi’s backstory here. 

@telford-ortiz-teller

[drabbles-mc]

OC Moodboard: Claire Morrow

"What can you threaten to take from me? Nothing was ever mine to begin with."