#gemma x reader

Y/N: yeah but you also let her watch Steven Seagal movies and that guy is over the top violent and a major a-hole

Gemma:

F1D0, Y/N’s robot dog simply nods…

F1D0: master has a point. If Cady should have a martial arts role model it should be Jackie Chan or Donnie Yen. They’re awesome.

Gemma: fine! No more Steven Seagal movies. And no more watching Donnie Yen without me!

Summary: You're pregnant and have to spend the last weeks at home but boredom drives you nuts. You decide to prank Jax instead of rest.

A/N: it was supposed to be a short drabble. It's my third drabble for the SOA universe and first long drabble wrote with +1000 words not proofread.

I send a imagine to @soaharleys but then (again) I wrote down my thoughts. Hope you don't mind.

Warning: pregnant!reader, stubborn!reader, worried!Jax, water breaks.

It’s been weeks or months you’re stuck in bed not allowed to move and it’s driving you crazy. The only things you can do are walking for some minutes, taking a shower only with assistance but as time flies your health gets better slowly and you’re pretty sure you will end up completely unable to get up from the bed. So it’s better to enjoy the moment.

𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖒𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

pairing - platonic!gemma x gn!reader

synopsis - having a father/child relationship with gemma

warning - none

notes - i hope it's kinda accurate

✎ When you're on mission, he prefers when you're by his side. He likes to keep an eye in you so he can protect you.

✎ When you feel down, he always know how to make you feel better. He generally goes to the restaurant with you so you can be with him and talk about what's wrong.

✎ We all know he's really serious and never tell a joke and with you it doesn't really change, he's just less serious.

✎ When you achieve something, he's always proud of you and he generally pat your head. He has a lot of experience and he knows how hard it can be, so when you do something even if it's small he's always happy for you.

✎ He loves you and he'll protect you. You're maybe in his team but you're more special than the others, you're like a child for him. If he has to put his life in danger for you he'll do it, with no hesitation.

✎ If you fall asleep on the couch in the Randall's base, he'll always put a blanket on you and make sure you're position is comfortable.

Request: Bobby’s biological daughter that he didn’t know he had until she shows up with CPS because her mom and stepdad were abusive. She has to learn to let people in again.

Pairing: Dad Bobby x female reader 

Warnings: Abuse, allusions to PTSD symptoms, trust issues 

Word count: 1,569

“Who the hell is that?”

The Sons all looked up at the security camera as they saw a vehicle pull in and park and well-dressed man and woman stepping out from the driver and passenger seats. Clay watched the screen with furrowed brows as they looked around the complex, the man going to the backseat and opening the door, a teenage girl stepping out of the bar. She held a large bag in her hand that had everyone confused, Jax looking towards Clay. 

“Feds?”

“With some teenybopper? I doubt it. Let's go check it out.” 

Clay and Jax both stood, making their way outside while the rest of the Sons stayed, most of them stubbing out their joints just in case they were feds and came in with a warrant. The rest of the Sons including Bobby watched their President and VP walk out and exchange words with the two people before Clay took a paper that the man held out towards him. Clay read over it and Jax did as well over his shoulder. They both stopped to look at each other before nodding and motioning for the three of them to come into the clubhouse. Tig cursed, taking the ashtray with the roaches to go flush them. 

“Goddamnit. That must be a warrant.” 

Juice ran over to light one of Gemma’s candles and hide the rolling papers while the rest of the Sons stayed sitting nonchalantly and acting normal. Bobby wasn’t paying much mind. At his age, worrying was not something he enjoyed doing and he wouldn’t unless it was something really bad. So he kept his wits about him as Clay, Jax and the kid with the other two walked in, Clay motioning towards Bobby. 

“That’s him.”

Bobby’s eyes squinted at the words. What the hell could these people want with him? 

“Mr. Munson?”

Bobby tried to keep his expression neutral as the man and woman eyed him. You and he locked eyes though and he could see a sense of awe in them. Why, he wasn’t sure.

“Yeah, that’s me. Who’s asking?”

The man stepped forward this time, swallowing drying as he felt the eyes on him and handed Bobby the papers. Bobby took them from his and being reading over them, none of the words really making sense until he saw the file about the police report made after the cops were called for a domestic dispute. It was there that he saw the name of your mother. They had never been overly close, the relationship more of a complicated one night stand that turned into something else entirely. She had been unstable and inherently violent. It was for that reason that he had called it quits, and also why he recognized the name as soon as he ran his eyes across it. His heart stopped then sunk as he saw that the spot for the father on your birth certificate had been left blank. He knew quickly what this was about then. The man verbalized in case he was confused though. 

“This is Y/N, she was taken into the system and given to us to look after a call was received about a disturbance at the house. The investigation is still new but we have enough evidence that the home was abusive so we removed her from her mother and step father’s care. The mother tells us that you are her father, she just never made you aware. If that’s true then you now technically are her legal guardian. We can arrange to have a paternity test if you’d like the certainty...”

The man trailed off as Bobby shook his head, looking up at you. The age gap between the two of you didn’t allow there to be many characteristics that showed resemblance, but your eyes and curls were enough to convince Bobby that it was all true. You were his kid, no doubt. He had a rush of emotions run through him. Anger at missing out on knowing you, guilt at not having been there, sadness that you were now one more child of his that he’d fucked up on. He clenched the papers in his hand and blew out a shaky breath as he looked at you. Your eyes held worry and emotional exhaustion but even still, you tried to smile at him softly. 

“So you are my dad?”

Bobby stayed quiet for a second or two, still slightly in shock at how drastically his day had changed in such little time. 

“Seems like it kid.”

The woman nodded and smoothed her hands down the front of her blouse, giving you a soft smile as she put her arm around you, hand squeezing your shoulder. 

“You do have some family, after all, see?”

You nodded and looked back at your now father and the rest of the men who sat around him wearing wide eyes but small smiles as well. Bobby slowly started to tune out the sound of the social workers talking to you as he looked over the rest of the file, pictures of bruising along your body, hospital bills for stitches, an x-ray of a hairline fractured cheekbone. Whether he’d known you for a day or for his whole life, you were still his kid, and the thought of you being abused was enough to get his blood boiling, an angry huff coming from him as he tossed your file roughly to the side on top of the bar. 

The sound and action of annoyance caught your attention though and made you jump and swallow, thinking it was directed at you. 

“I don’t have to stay with you if you don’t want me to. They were saying I could maybe go to a foster family or something.”

Bobby quickly shook his head, cursing himself for not thinking before he threw the stack of papers. He knew that your background and what you’d been through was going to be difficult to deal with and he knew it was going to take some adaptation on his part. Everything happened in a blur after that, Bobby accepting legal guardianship as your father, signing a paper stating he would take you in, taking the near inch thick packet of paperwork associated with any legal proceedings and the works. 

Gemma had come in at some point and caught the tail end of the interaction. It was enough for her to understand what was happening though and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see you were uncomfortable bordering on fearful at the new environment and people. She stepped up slow, having seen the picture in the file as well, a warm smile on her face. 

“Hi baby, I’m Gemma. I’m his mom,”

She pointed over to Jax who smiled as you looked back over at him. 

“Why don’t you come with me to the kitchen, we’ll make something to eat?”

She kept her distance, giving you your space, allowing you to make your own decision. You hesitated at first, eyeing her. She seemed friendly enough but you knew better than to be fooled by that. Even still, you nodded and placed your bag down. She held her hand out for you to grab but you shook your head, stuffing your pants into the pockets of your jeans. Gemma didn’t seem to mind, her smile not wavering as she walked with you into the kitchen.  

“This is good. Thank you.”

Both Gemma and Bobby looked up from their own soup as they heard your voice. 

“There’s plenty more if you want another bowl.” 

You nodded in acknowledgment and looked back down at your lunch.

“Im not really used to eating actual meals like this. Like that are warm and cooked.”

Neither of them responded to your comment directly, not wanting their anger to come out. Instead, Gemma smiled, reaching over to lay her hand atop yours. She didn’t miss that flinch that came but this time you didn’t pull away. 

“You’ll always have a warm, home-cooked meal with us, baby. Anything you need or want, you’ll have here.”

Bobby looked over as well, his eyes holding yours. 

“You ain't never gonna have to worry about needing anything ever again. I promise you that. I know you weren’t being taken care of back there with your mother, but you will be here.” 

He saw the small beginning of a smile tug at your lips and you nodded before looking back down at your soup.

“Thanks...Bobby.”

He smiled back, not having expected you to start calling him dad. He knew the police report and the pictures were only scraping the surface of what you had gone through and he knew you weren’t going to start trusting everyone overnight. He would be damned if he didn’t make sure he tried to make you feel safe. He knew in his age he wouldn’t be able to do everything a younger dad would do not would he have the time, especially with the club, but he knew in time the younger Sons would become like big brothers to you, Gemma providing you with a mother figure, the club becoming your family. He would do everything in his power to give you a place to belong.  A home where you would feel safe and protected. That would come in time though. For now, he would start slow and make up for lost years. 

Nothing like pulling up to your niece, Cady’s school, having to pull her from the class for the day.

F1D0, your ever faithful robot sits in the passenger seat of your minivan. “Need to me come with you, Master?”

“No bud. I got this” you get out and make your way towards the principal’s office.

You’ve never gotten truly mad at Cady. But as you drove her home, you were fuming.

“Really Cady? You flung a girl over your shoulder? Like Steven Segal?!”

“She started it.” Cady argues softly. “She called you andGemma a freak. Called F1D0 not a real dog.”

“She wanted a rise out of you and you gave it” you countered. “Cady…we need for this school to work. You can’t be bundled up in the lab with F1D0 and I all day”

“But I love being with you and F1D0”

“As much as we love you Cady, socialization is important”

“Why is F1D0 up front again?” Cady huffs.

“Because he’s not the one in trouble, young lady” you continued driving down the road towards yours and Gemma’s apartment.

Things have not been easy since the M3GAN incident. Gemma had begun an anti-AI crusade with this guy Christian. Guy gives you and F1D0 the creeps.

“He’s trying to put the moves on you, Gemma” you groaned one night.

“He is not” Gemma countered, “he’s passionate about the cause.”

“Oh he’s passionate alright.”

Gemma would always reassure you, wrapping her arms around you. “I’m more passionate about you”

The new apartment was alright. Gemma got a pretty great deal on it. Neither of you were hip on how Ai powered the place seemed to be. Or the fact that you never met your landlord. Or the fact that the cameras in the apartment always seemed to be watching. You couldn’t shake the feeling that someone or rather something was watching…

Gemma x Programmer!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

You and F1D0 stroll up to Gemma’s house with a little kick in your step.

Cady immediately runs out the door and jumps into your arms.

“Uncle Y/N!” She laughs as she clings to you. Gemma is right behind her with a little sad smile on her face.

“You brought a robot dog?” Gemma looks at you with a smirk.

“He’s house trained. Fido, puppy mode”

“Puppy mode activated.” The dog states before switching to a lively manner and running around the yard. Cady follows, enjoying time with the metallic dog.

“Puppy mode. Cute” Gemma taps you with her hip.

“I’ve seen cuter,” you flirt back.

“You better not say me” Gemma warns you. “Come on I want to show you something.”

Gemma leads you inside the house and right into the work garage. You pass by Bruce with a smile.

“So what did you want to show me?”

“Say hello to” she activates a few keys on her keyboard. “Megan”

A robot jumps up. Eyes blinking. Blonde hair bouncing. Slight Elizabeth Olsen type face and expression on its face.

“Hello there” a slightly robotic little girl voice answers “I’m Megan”

You’re a little taken back, it's cold, unfeeling eyes staring at you.

"You seem nervous" the robot says, "is everything alright?"

"Yep" you compose yourself. "sorry Megan I'm just not use to human robotics yet."

"That's alright!" the robot smiles, "i hope with time I can be best friends with you as well as your robot dog outside"

Gemma, despite her intial excitement, is a little taken back. How did this robot know about F1D0?

"I saw the dog in your security footage right now. Not exactly the image of a fluffy puppy" Megan giggles.

You were there for everything.

The moment M3GAN was introduced to your niece. You couldn’t help but notice a little growl escape your faithful robot dog.

You were in the lab when M3GAN was trying to look up the idea of death itself.

“Is death bad?” M3GAN asks you.

“I only know what my mom told me” you said a little gruffly. “Death itself isn’t bad if you’ve lived and loved a good life. But to take a life, that’s bad”

“Noted” was the only response from the android. “Will Cady die?”

“Eventually we all do” you sigh “but life is amazing and a lot can be done. It’s not about the amount of time, it’s about what we do with it”

She didn’t respond. She just sat there looking at an image on a nearby desk: Cady and her parents.

You were there the moment the neighbor’s dog attacked Cady and M3GAN. You had to restrain F1D0 from attacking and ripping that dog apart.

You and Gemma comforted Cady through the pain. M3GAN looked around confused and then back to the hole in the fence.

You eventually got Cady off to an uneven sleep. You walked into the kitchen to find Gemma with her face buried in her hands.

“I’m a horrible guardian” she whispers

“No you just have horrible neighbors” you rub her back reassuringly.

“I can’t be my sister. Cady needs her mother”

“Right now what she needs is you to be you and me to be her irresistible uncle”

Gemma laughs, “how I ever put up with you enough to get Bruce made I’ll never understand”

“We balance each other, Gem” you smile. “And I’ll always find a way to make you smile”

And then the dog disappeared. The police were there when you arrived. M3GAN would only stare out at the scene while keeping an eye on her person.

You began to look at M3GAN a little more suspiciously. It was just too coincidental.

But yet all you found yourself spending a good amount of more time with Gemma. Years apart felt like a mere blink of an eye.

You even went out on a few coffee dates with her when she became too focused on the future models of M3GAN.

“I need to work on this equation” she would whine as you pulled her towards the door.

“I’m pretty sure a good cup of Joe can help you solve anything” you smirked at her.

And then came the presentation day to David. He didn’t hesitate to approve the idea of mass producing the android.

“Does it cost less than a Tesla?” He asked. Gemma’s associates gave a nod. all you could do was roll your eyes.

“Something bothering you, master?” F1D0 inquires from your hotel room.

“I have a bad feeling about this” you answer back. “Too many coincidences”

“I will keep an eye on Megan” the dog answers back.

“Do not engage directly or allow wireless access with her” you issue the command.

“Command accepted” the robot answered.

You got back to your task, assembling a small taser gun like pistol. The sparks fly and shoot out as it powers up.

“An EMP pistol?” F1D0 asks, his ears perking in curiosity.

“Just a little back up plan bud. Can you hold on to it for me?” F1D0 opens up a compartment in his chest cavity.

You slide the pistol in and shut it. You could only hope that’s it’s a precaution you wouldn’t have to use.

“Am i a good dog?” F1D0’s red eyes look at you. His tail wags sadly.

“Yes you are.” You answered back.

To Be Continued…

Gemma x Programer!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

It is supposed that eventually the cracks begin to show in anything. Including robotic friends. It all started on the day Gemma decided to try out this new type of school experience for Cady.

You were at the hotel, updating the new features on F1D0 when your cell phone got a distressing call from Gemma.

"Gem? What's wrong?" You try to calm her.

"Accident...at the school..." was the only words that you hear

"Come on F1D0 let's go!" You rush down the stairs and into the car, speeding towards the location.

When you arrive you see Cady craddling her injured hand and a tween sized body bag and stretcher being loaded into an ambulance.

"What happened?" you rush up to Cady, inspecting her hand

"A boy in the classroom tripped and fell into the road. He was hit by an SUV" M3GAN informs you.

"How do you know?"

"I overheard the driver's testimony and the officers" the robot responds, "I recommend some anti-bacterial spray for Cady's hand"

"Thanks" you rush into your car and pull out the first aid kit, tending to your injured niece's hand.

Gemma approaches, checking on Cady and then on M3GAN.

"Megan, what happened to your shoe?" Gemma asks, it was only then that you noticed she wasn't wearing one of her shoes.

"The deceased boy pulled it off me earlier"

"Well seems like he had a psychotic mindset" you mutter. F1D0 perks up and rushes off into the forest. "Fido? Fido!" you take off after your robotic companion.

You run deep into forest and up to your now paused dog, "what's the matter, boy?"

"Foreign object detected" he responds, his nose pointed to something fleshy in the dirt: a severed ear.

"Oh my-" you try to keep back the vomit building in your stomach. You look over and see M3GAN's missing shoe.

"Did this kid really take this shoe all the way out here?" you look around at the area, "F1D0 scene construct"

Your robot dog walks around the area, scanning every inch of it. He locks onto nearby footprints and handprints.

"Boy took off in the direction towards the road" F1D0 calculates, "speed indicates chase. Nearby hand and footprints suggest canine like run. Too small to be human, no fingerprints"

An idea forms in your mind. And a new sinking feeling hits your gut. Could it be possible? Could an android like Megan be capable of this?!

You and F1D0 walk slowly back to the car.

"(Y/N) are you alright" Gemma cups your face concerned. Your gaze turns to Megan, who tilts her head at you.

"What's wrong (Y/N)? Have I done something wrong?" the robot asks you. Her tone, it almost sounds...mocking.

As you help Gemma put Cady to bed that night, you keep an eye on Megan as she takes her spot next to Cady. Suddenly this friendly little robot doesn't seem so friendly anymore.

"Look I know that you're busy and all" Gemma talks to you in the hallway, "but Megan can watch Cady for a couple hours. Maybe you and I can go off and have a drink"

"A drink?" you snap to reality and smirk, "trying to get that second date?"

"As colleagues, (L/N)" Gemma rolls her eyes as she grabs her car keys.

One drink became two. It seemed like time just blurred away. You and Gemma speak for an hour or so, shooting the breeze and laughing at old stories.

"I regret not calling you" she admits, her hand reaching across the table for yours "you were the last good date I ever had"

"If things had worked out, we would've been each other's dates to our own sibling's wedding" you let out a little laugh.

"What happened?"

"Same song different verse" you take a sip of your drink, "you're brilliant Gem but you let your work get in the way"

"grades are grades" she tries to defend herself

"Gem, please" you say, "M3GAN is great but she's not what Cady really needs."

Gemma looks to you confused

"You don't have to replace Cady's mom" you explain, "Cady just needs you present. No throwing her aside for work. No projects that are greater than her."

"I wasn't trying to replace anyone." she gets all defensive "and Megan is-"

"Hardware" you interrupt, "Cady needs you and me. We're...we're her family"

"I suppose shutting down Megan for a few hours wouldn't be the end of the world" Gemma shrugs. "but I can't do this alone"

"well that's why you're stuck with me" you smirk. Gemma can't help but smile back.

And then came the murder of the next door neighbor. One murder was coincidence. But two. Something was up.

The police question you about the scene as you send F1D0 to investigate. No sign of forced entry, the robot dog sends a text to your phone. Angle of spray indicates toddler height.

That sealed it in your mind.

And then Gemma successfully deactivated M3GAN and bubblewrapped her up. Cady went into a full on tantrum, like an addict removed from their drug of choice.

Cady screams, "I hate it here! And I hate you!!!" She bolts off down the street.

"Cady!!" Gemma shouts but you take off after your niece. F1D0 remains close behind you.

Cady collapses a block or so away, on her knees sobbing her eyes out.

"Kiddo you're freaking me out here" you try to joke with her. Cady turns around and tries to swing a tired fist at you, one that you instantly catch.

"Why did I have to live with Aunt Gemma?!" the younger girl cries, "why can't I live with you? Don't you want me? Do you even love me?!"

She collapses against your chest, sobbing. You wrap your arms tightly around her

"Of course I love you," you get on your knees and look her dead in the eye, "I've loved you since the moment I held you in my arms. You're my niece and I would move heaven and earth to find you if i had to"

"Then why did you leave me with Gemma?"

You sigh, "you think I didn't want you to live with me?" you gesture to F1D0, "Fido is not a toy, Cady. I-I work for the government! Fido is an experimental weapons system!"

The dog looks to you, a little saddened by your words.

"If he were to malfunction and hurt you I-I..." you don't know what to say, "Gemma and I decided that you were safer with her than me."

Cady sniffs away a couple of fresh tears as you wipe away a few of them too.

"I loved you so much I had to let you go" you try to keep your own tears at bay, "but don't ever think for a moment that I don't love you more than all the stars in the sky, kid."

Gemma runs up towards you. She wraps her arms around you and Cady. And for once, Cady doesn't flinch.

"I miss them so much" Cady cries.

"I miss them too" Gemma admits, "I'm so sorry about all this"

"I love you Gemma" Cady hugs her aunt tight.

Gemma and Cady still had to take Megan back to the lab to run a potential diagnostic. You and F1D0 go back to the hotel to pick up a few things before that night's big presentation at Funki.

With an evening tux in hand, you jump into your car and turn the key. The engine sputters and shorts out.

"Sorry (Y/N)" a familiar female voice comes over your sound system.

"Megan"

"Looks like you won't be able to make it to tonight's event" she mocks through the bluetooth speakers. "a shame really. I hear it's going to be UNFORGETTABLE."

To Be Continued...