#gemma the smartest TM

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#just saw a tiktok about the sweet creature is about gemma thing #with more than 400K and omg the comments #people who don’t even know about princess park #and call ME delusional lmao #if you didn’t do your homework… why are you still talking #i think before coming to your conclusions you should have an opinion on the evidences presented to you #but if you deny that openness a priori… what do you want me to tell #those teens seriously think ‘two hearts in one home’ is about a childhood home #and ‘of course is about siblings… it’s gemma’ #bestie I have something to tell you… you have idolised a woman because #you seek approval from your fave artist #*cough* approval from a man *cough* #and in order to have it you pretend a woman you know literally nothing about is some sort of #angel from heaven only because… she went to college or something? haha #this is hilarious. the way they made a brand out of gemma too #gemma the smartest TM

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Obsessive - Part 9

Gemma clues in to the Reader’s crush, and senses some mutuality.  (This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters) **Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)

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Juice mounted his bike, firing it up and pulling out of the driveway to go to the hardware store in town. He needed to go ahead and get the locks changed and re-sweep the house before you were ready to go home, and he needed to get some rest so he could stay up tonight. With the help of Red Bull and Call of Duty he figured he could make it through, but he really wanted to get a few hours of sleep so he wouldn’t be completely useless if the intruder somehow came back.

He pulled up at TM, needing to grab your keys on the way to your apartment, but if he was honest he really just wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay and while he was there, he would make sure it was okay that he slept at your place once he was done. What he didn’t expect to walk into was a very weary version of you, whose eyes were glazed over as Gemma lamented on and on about safety and whatnot, obviously trying to get you to agree to stay with her and Clay. You were tapping on the bar, drumming the wood surface with your fingers and it was obvious you were in your own head, not listening to a single word coming from your mom’s mouth. Juice felt a little pang in his heart hearing Gemma so adamant that the only people that could keep you safe was Clay or Jax. He knew he would do anything to protect you, you were his President’s daughter for Christ sake, at least that’s the reasoning he was giving himself. He let it slide and walked up, clearing his throat to interrupt Gemma’s tirade, you were visually relieved, perking up at the sight of him and your full attention on him.

Gemma turned to Juice, halting her lecture to greet him, “Hey sweetheart,” she gave him a half smile, stepping back a couple steps to allow him the floor with you. “Hey Gem,” he smiled back, taking a deep breath and turning to you, “I’m going to your apartment to change out the locks, can I borrow your keys?” he asked and you furrowed your brows, “Why are you changing the locks?” you asked, digging your keys from your pocket and handing them to him.

“Clay… He uh, decided since your attack,” he motioned to his own eyebrow and you winced, tracing your fingers over your stitches, “your locks should be switched out. Only me and you will have keys.” he finished and you took a deep breath, nodding. He fished a keyring out of his pocket and handed it to you, “Not that you’re gonna need it, cause I’ll be around, but I know how it feels to not have at least the ability to be in control of your own life,” you nodded as you took the keys from him and he wrapped his fingers around yours for a moment, “Thank you for being so easy to look after.”

He was sincere, but you could only nod, as your mind was racing, able to concentrate on nothing else except the fact that he was currently holding your hand.

For a split second, his gaze matched yours and you thought you saw something in his eyes. No… couldn’t be.

Gemma who was still standing there, taking in the entire exchange, cleared her throat as she plopped down on a bar stool and you both snapped back, Juice ripping his hand away from yours.

“S-so I’m gonna go do this, and then I’m on night duty. I gotta be awake while you sleep, so I was hoping it was cool with you if I crashed at your place...” You gave him a pained look, “Oh, Juice… I’m so sorry--” you started but he interrupted you. “--No it’s okay. Clay took me off club stuff, I’m all yours,” he smiled before realizing what he said and stammering to back out of his statement, “--Er, I mean. I don’t, ya know, I don’t have anyone else to do-- Anything!...I don’t have anything….else… to do,” he grimaced, looking down at the ground as Gemma chuckled from the barstool a few feet away. You raised your brows at him and smiled, “You can crash at my place. You can even take the bed if you want, I know that couch is terribly uncomfortable. Just not the left side that’s mine.”

He nodded, straight-faced and horrified over his slip up.

“Thanks for taking care of me, Juicey!” you grinned and he excused himself, ducking out as a blush began to form on his cheeks.

“Somethin’ goin’ on there I should know about?” Gemma asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. You had been wondering why Juice seemed so jumpy, skittish, nervous, but Gemma’s inquiry confirmed it for you, Juice was acting weird and it wasn’t just in your head.

“Nope.” you said matter-of-factly, turning to her, but her gaze made your ears and cheeks hot. “You like him.” she wasn’t asking, she was observing.

“Gemma… don’t,” you started and her smile got huge, “You do!” she exclaimed, “Oh sweetheart, he’s such a good guy…. I’m so happy you found someone in the club!” she attacked you with a hug and you huffed, “Gemma! He doesn’t even know I like him,” you whispered frantically and she pulled away, “Oh he knows….” She smiled that omnipotent smile all moms seem to have, patting you on the shoulder.

“Do… do you think I have a chance?” you spoke, silently cursing your mother for hyping you up without just cause.

“Of course. You’re the smartest, prettiest, most genuine young lady I know. He would be lucky to have you baby.” she cooed, rubbing your upper arm.

You sighed, not speaking, but fidgeting with your hair.

“Well I know one thing for sure darlin’, if you’re waiting for him to make the move you might be waiting a while. He might be SAMCRO but that boy reeks of innocence,” she finished, smirking at you before excusing herself and traipsing out of the clubhouse back to her office at TM.

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