#jackson teller x reader

[michelle-is-writing]

Long Time Coming, Jax Teller

Word Count: 2k~

When you see the man you’ve been with for the past year out with another woman, you get angry. You get upset; that’s normal. However, as of right now, I don’t feel any of that. When I first caught the familiar hair and equally familiar body outside a bar, I didn’t think much of it. I had gone out to dinner with my friends after work, so he was free to do whatever he wanted. However, I wasn’t expecting to see him when I got in my car after dinner; the bar he stood outside being right next to the restaurant I just left. Like I said, he was free to do whatever he wanted, but that didn’t mean he could make out with another woman when he thought I wouldn’t find out.

I felt anger rush through me the instant I saw it, red taking over my vision, but as the seconds passed, I started planning in my head. We didn’t live together, but in the year we were together, some of his stuff ended up at my place - including his laptop and other valuable things. That didn’t matter though; it was all going by the curb as soon as I got back to my apartment.

Once I walk into my house, I change out of my work clothes and into shorts and a tank top before heading to the kitchen and pouring myself a shot of whiskey from a bottle I was saving to enjoy with him. With my speakers turned on, I begin ridding my home of any trace of him. As sad as it sounds, I knew the romance had been dead for a while - we never even had sex as he “didn’t feel quite up to it.” My friends always told me I deserved someone better as it seemed like we were only tolerating the relationship, neither of us wanting to actually end it. However, my closest friend, Jax, was probably the biggest advocate for me to leave him. It didn’t help that his family would also tell me I deserved better as I always had a close relationship with Jax’s mom and the club. Jax always told me he never liked the man, but I blamed that on me and Jax always being stuck at the hip since we were kids; now I see Jax was right, and he was a dirtbag.

After packing the third box full of my now-ex’s shit, I pour myself my fifth or sixth shot and focus on emptying my fridge and pantry of anything that only he eats. I don’t even put it in a bag for him to get later; it’s all going directly in the trash can. Just like the rest of his stuff that’s waiting by the front door for me to take out to the curb.

I’m not sure if it’s the liquor I’ve been drinking or the growing irritation from finding little things of his around my place, but I feel like I might be going a little overboard. I just can’t get the image of him kissing that other woman out of my head. I was supposed to be the only woman he kissed, but in all actuality, we didn’t have a real kiss in what felt like months. Like I said, I knew the relationship was going downhill, but now that I feel so much resentment and barely any heartbreak for him, I have no idea how we were still together until now.

A slight rumbling sound disrupts me from my thoughts, causing my head to poke up from the fridge. A few seconds pass before I end up brushing it off and focusing on my music as I throw the last frozen dinner of his in the trash. Despite this, a loud knock sounding against my front door makes me poke my head out of my fridge once more and over to my entryway. It feels as if my heart and stomach drop as my head begins racing with thoughts of my ex being at my door. I’m calling him my ex even though he doesn’t know he’s now my ex, but if it is him at my door, then he’ll know when he sees his belongings ready for him. Although, that’s not what I’m worried about. I still have no idea how I’m even going to confront him over me catching him making out with another person.

Pausing my music, I head over to my front door before looking out the peephole, only to see my favorite person. Immediately unlatching the lock, I open my door to greet Jax with a grin. “Hi!” I say to him, my previous shots influencing my sudden excitement over my best friend coming over.

Jax only gives me a confused smirk before nodding at me. “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” He asks, receiving a nod back from me. “But you’re here by yourself?” His question unintentionally stings, instantly reminding me of why I decided to open up that bottle anyways.

Seeing me shrink into myself a little, Jax seemingly picks up on my sullen mood as barely another second passes before he’s stepping into my apartment with a worried look on his face. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He asks, making my stomach churn at him calling me the nickname he’s called me since we were little. I knew as a teenager that I was in love with my childhood best friend, but now that I’m an adult, I’ve had to push those feelings away. He hasn’t given me any hint of him reciprocating my feelings as things between us have always remained the same. Jax and I are still best friends all these years later, and only best friends.

I can feel my face begin to drop at the heartbreak, but not from my recent breakup. “I broke up with Josh,” I decide to tell Jax, looking away from Jax’s blue eyes and over to the boxes by the front door. Most of them are just random things he left over here with the rest being a few pieces of his clothes. After all, he only stayed the night a few times, which was odd now that I think about it. Most people stay over at their significant other’s place, right?

Before I can think anymore about my stupid ex, I watch Jax turn his head to look over at them with me, the gears slowly turning in his head as he looks back at me shortly afterward. “Darlin’,” he murmurs, taking another step forward to cup my face in one hand while the other rests against my waist. Once again, the line between us as friends and lovers is questioned, but I can almost guarantee nothing has been changed. “Don’t tell me you’ve been upset over that asshole.”

Jax’s words make me smile before I ultimately end up laughing, leaving Jax to slide his hand on my face down to match his other hand on my waist. He simply holds me as I get lost in my giggles with him eventually joining in out of slight confusion.

“You know, I was a little hurt at first,” I admit to Jax, looking down at the floor as my arms hang around his neck. “But after a few seconds, I just snapped out of it and came home to get rid of his shit… I caught him cheating, Jax,” I reveal to him, his grip on me going stiff as he listens to every word that leaves my mouth. “I went to dinner with the girls at work and saw him kissing another girl when I went outside to leave,” leaning my head against his chest, I let out a sigh as Jax continues holding me, his grip never ceasing. “I just want everything of his out.”

A few seconds of calm silence pass between us before Jax does something that surprises me. He kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry, baby. You don’t deserve that,” He tells me, his words settling deep within my chest. I really wish I wouldn’t have opened that bottle now because sober me would’ve already been freaking out over my current predicament, but then again, maybe that’s a good thing.

“Then what do I deserve, Jax?” I question him, leaning my head up to look at him. From this angle, my eyes trail up his blonde chin to his ocean-like eyes as they stare back at me, a bit darker than before. I go to question this until I see his vision fall to my lips, and as if a switch were flipped, I take the hint.

Just as I begin to lean up, Jax meets me in the middle and places his soft lips against mine in one of the best kisses I’ve ever had. All of the made up scenarios I had in my head as a teenager are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. The way his hands grab at me, effortlessly pulling me closer to him makes me hold onto him for dear life as his lips continue their assault on mine.

Chests heaving, we reluctantly pull away as panted breaths fall from out from our parted lips. “Is that what I deserve?” I can’t help but ask Jax, my eyes watching as his face shifts from bliss to that of utter happiness.

“And so much more,” Jax utters, still breathless as he presses another kiss to my lips. “More than that guy could ever give you, baby girl,” at the same time Jax says this, one of Jax’s hands slides away from my waist and up to my face where he brushes my hair away from my face. “Why don’t you just go get ready for bed, hm? I’ll take all his shit out.”

A grin breaks out across my face at his words. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course,” Jax murmurs back, biting his smirking lip as his eyes stay trained on my form disappearing into the hallway. However, just as I turn the corner, I hide behind the wall and wait a second before turning to watch Jax. Just as I do this, I see him walk out my front door with one of the boxes before kicking it across the street, its contents flying out as he does so. I hold back my laughter at this, and instead, I choose to wander into my room and wait for Jax to join me once he’s done taking care of my ex’s stuff.

It doesn’t take him long to come into my room before stripping down to his boxers and climbing into bed with me. As soon as he does so, his arms find their way around me and pull me close, keeping me warm against his chest. For a few moments, the silence around us is very calming and relaxing, like everything is where it belongs - including us.

“I always hated that jerkoff,” Jax murmurs, causing me to let out a small laugh. Of course he’d be the one to break the silence.

“I could tell,” I murmur back, looking up from his bare chest. His beautiful eyes greet mine instantly, and I can’t help but feel lost in them. “You made it pretty obvious.”

Jax stares back at me, almost gawking. “Then why didn’t you break up with him?” He asks, earning a knowing look back from me. “Okay, I know I should’ve made a move sooner, but baby, I hated seeing him anywhere near you.”

Seeing him nervously explain himself to me, I teasingly smile as my eyes squint. “Jackson Teller,” I say his name, slowly, “was that jealousy I just heard leave your lips?”

At my question, Jax simply smirks before leaning down and pressing our lips together once more like earlier. “What can I say?” He simply whispers, his face mere centimeters from mine. “You’ve always been my girl… I’ve just been too much of a pussy to do anything about it,” this time, I’m the one that connects our lips, Jax pulling away with a soft sigh as soon as the kiss is over, his eyes wandering down my form. “I’m lucky. So damn lucky.”

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[charliehoennam]

black-leathered prince

A/N: filling out a request made by@babygirl8900 made recently here. boy, is it good to write again! send in requests, my ask box is always open.

Pairing: Jackson Teller x gn!reader Word count: 2,154 Warnings: mentions of jealousy, language, communication blockage, anxiety (sorta?)

SHARING IS CARING, SO REBLOG!

Another long and exhausting day had gone by. You were in the final hour of your casual 9 to 5 job and all you thought about was running into your boyfriend’s arms and getting home to enjoy a relaxing night with him. It was a rare night – one where he wasn't working some stupid job that will undoubtedly risk either his life or his freedom of the sake of the club – so you wanted to take advantage of it to spend some alone time together. Maybe finally catch on the show you can never seem to finish. You had tried to watch without him, but it seemed to hurt more than cheating on him. Who would’ve thought Jackson Teller could be so sensitive?

The movement around the office slowed down from the busy rush of last minute documentation processes. Reports to file, contracts to process, enquiries to respond to, charts to update. Fridays were always hectic and usually passed by quickly. However, they sometimes ended like today with anticipation bubbling in your core. Your leg bounced incessantly underneath your desk towards the end of the late afternoon. Your heart pounded with excitement and pride the second you heard the roar of his bike pulling up just outside the building. You knew it was him, everyone knew it's him. 

The club was well known for being bad news. When word first spread of your relationship with Jax, you noticed the swift change in most of your friends and co-workers. Invitations to happy hour ceased, co-workers avoided you as subtly as possible. Of course they wouldn't be rude to you. The distance constructed was much more elaborate out of fear of some sort of retaliation or revenge. Conversations became no shorter than the average small talk on the weather or latest gossip around the office. Their private lives simply became much more private, just particularly from you. It kinda hurt, but you figured you could understand. You knew better than anyone the trouble the Sons caused around town and they knew too. The Sons were trouble and no one decent in town wants trouble, they'd rather avoid it. When Gemma once said the club looks after their own, you didn't realize it at first, but it meant more than just the boys. It meant their families, wives, parents, children. People viewed all of those associated with the club as part of it and that came with a price.

Seeing him waiting there for you - sat on his bike smoking a cigarette with a helmet waiting for you between his hand and his bike - was like a breath of fresh air. It was worth enduring the long, lonely week of work. A smile bloomed across his lips as he caught sight of you. His cigarette was dropped to the ground and stomped out by his sneaker despite not being entirely smoked; he was eager to get you all to himself. 

"Hey there, beautiful" he beamed just before you leaned in to kiss him hello. 

"Hey there, handsome. I sure did miss you" you smiled back. 

"I missed you too, sunshine. Let's get out of here and have some fun?" His question was complete with the gesture of holding the waiting helmet over to you. 

"God, yes. I'm so tired" you replied, taking the helmet to get it on. "Where are we going, your place or mine?"  "Well, actually I was thinking we could go to the clubhouse. Maybe have some drinks and some laughs before heading home?"  Your heart sunk to your stomach. You'd been looking forward all week to having Jax all to yourself. Sure, you knew Jax was often quite the social butterfly. You accepted that about him and didn't usually mind spending a night drinking with the guys at the clubhouse or at one of their houses. The issue was that you had done that already the last few weeks and were craving some romantic alone time. However, you didn't have the heart to tell him you weren't up for it. He loved having you around the guys; it made him feel like his life was complete and that he had everything and everyone he could ever need. It wouldn't hurt to put on a fake smile and muster up whatever fumes you still had in your social energy tank. 

He could tell something was off about you. You didn't really wanna get into it with everyone present. The more he questioned you on what was bothering, the more annoyed you got. You wished it wasn't at him, but you knew deep down it was. You were annoyed with the fact that he hadn't felt the need for your time alone, that he couldn't even summon the thought that you didn't want to be there yet another week. He wasn't trying to be selfish by doing what he wanted to do, you couldn't really blame him. You did agree on going. He was actually being as patient as he could with you, trying to get you to talk but respecting your boundaries. Once he realized that his attempts were angering you for some reason that was still unclear to him, his patience grew thin. He decided to mingle around with his buddies, trying to enjoy his beer and his time even though you were still on the back of his mind. 

Stepping out for a smoke, you tried to clear your mind and think of how you could apologize to him. You felt bad, you knew you weren't right. Communication is key to every relationship. But after a long tiring week, at a place you wished you weren't and surrounded by people when your social energy is exhausted, you thought the best way to avoid saying anything you might regret would be to leave the conversation for another time. With every drag of your cigarette, guilt engulfed you. You were being unfair and you had to own up to that. Jax deserved to know why you were being unreasonable with him. So you stomped out your cigarette, committed to talking things out. 

That was until you spotted the bright redhead propped on the bar beside your boyfriend, chatting and laughing as if they'd known each other for ages. You're not usually a jealous person, but you did feel it shimmer the blood beneath your skin. 

"They're only talking," you thought. "That's barely anything to be jealous about." 

You sat down in a dark corner of the clubhouse where you could keep the two in your line of sight. There was no denying that the girl was pretty. Short red hair, shiny green eyes, a fair complexion that seemed to glow under the lights. She looked young like she'd just turned legally old enough to drink. You knew all the crow eaters too well enough to spot them from a mile away. She wasn't one of them. At least, not yet. From the looks of it, it could've even been her first night in the clubhouse and she was already skinning on thin ice. 

Jax, on the other hand, didn't shy away from the attention she'd been giving him. He respected her space and wasn't treating her any different from his buddies. He could tell she was new and didn't want to be rude without her deserving it. He honestly just felt flattered that she'd chosen him although he was quick to inform her his heart belonged solely to you. 

You watched on as they talked and mingled and laughed at each other's stories. You wondered what they could be talking about, though you did notice moments where Jax would scan the area in search of you. You wanted to see how far things could get without your invention. Every second that passed by seemed to heat the blood in your veins even more. Your jealousy was becoming more and more difficult to tame within. 

When the redhead raised her hand to hold onto Jax's forearm, you drew the line. Someone needed to teach the girl the rules around the club and it was gonna start tonight. You marched over with your shoulders pulled back proudly and your chin up high. 

Jax was polite enough to simply pull his arm back to himself and was about to let her down gently until you showed up beside them, clearing your throat.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met" you smirked. "I'm y/n." 

"I'm Lydia. I came here with a friend to celebrate my 21st birthday." 

"Yeah, I can tell it's your first time here. Women don't usually put their hands on men that ain't theirs here. They could end up losing their hands for that." 

The blank expression on your face made your threat pretty evident. Judging by her silence, she heard it loud and clear so you turned to Jax who was restraining himself. 

"I'm heading home. Don't worry, I'll find my own ride." 

Turning on your heels, you pushed through the door and walked out towards the gate to leave the area. The doors creaked open behind you announcing Jax's following you. 

"What the hell is your problem, y/n? You and I both know you didn't have to go off on the girl." 

"Of course you'd think that. You loved the attention she was giving you" you sneered as you turned to confront him. 

"Probably because I got more attention from her than I did from you the whole night!" he frowned. "I don't get what the hell is going on with you. You've been strange ever since I picked you up from work, you won't talk about it and I honestly don't know what to fucking do because if I push you on it, you get mad at me." 

The confusion on his face made your heart ache knowing you could've avoided this whole scene if you had just been upfront with him. The way his eyebrows pinched in the middle, the way his mouth hung open and the way his eyes desperately searched yours for answers made you take a deep breath to regain yourself. You couldn't lash out at him. This was your fault, not his. 

"What's wrong is that I didn't want to be here in the first place. I wanted us to have some time to ourselves, just us two together. Not spending another Friday night watching your friends drink themselves blind."

"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just say so?" "I dunno. I just thought this was what you wanted. It's what you always seem to want." 

"What are you talking about, y/n?" he sighed, running a hand over his face.

"I mean you never ask for us to just stay home or go on a date just us. I kinda miss that and I guess I thought you didn't. And seeing you with that girl just made me think that you're tired of me or of us. That maybe you'd rather be here with your friends to avoid me."

"Jesus Chris- no, sweetheart. That's not true in the slightest."  As he closed the space between you and held your hands in his hands, he started to reflect on it. It dawned on him that you haven't had a real date in a while or just stayed home together to join time alone. It was only natural to feel the way you did. Perhaps he could've done more to avoid this as well. Paid more attention to your needs, talked more about feelings even though he dreaded that more than anything. He just wished he would have realized how important it really was to you. 

His head slowly rolled down to close his eyes and you had a sense that you weren’t the only one feeling guilt and regret.

"I just thought you liked hanging out with the guys, sweetheart. That's all, alright? I'm sorry I made you feel neglected. And you're right. We need more alone time away from everyone." 

The warm hand on your cheek brushed away your jealousy into oblivion. Your eyes were lost in his, captivated by the touch of his fingers as you melted like ice upon the contact of warm fingertips. Every word from his lips dripped like a spell, lulling you into his trance of charisma and lust.   

"So let's start with tonight. Lemme take you home, get us a nice bubble bath with some wine and candles, give you a nice foot rub" he smirked whispering inches away from your lips as his thumb grazed your cheek.

"I would love nothing more" you smiled back at him. "I gotta apologize too though. I should've been more open and honest. If I had, we wouldn't even be here right now."

"You were just trying to make me happy. I get that. Now it's my turn to make you happy" he grinned. "C'mon, sweetheart. Let's get out of here so I can have you all to myself."

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Hi can I request a smutty 3/e/32 cause of the heatwave reader shaves Jax Tellers hair. She wears a tiny dress with nothing under it cause it's too hot. and while Jax is sitting there and she's standing in front of him doing her thing he's going insane cause of that dress and starts stroking her thighs n more which leads to sex in the bathroom 🥵🥰

Heatwave.

3. "Will you let me cut your hair?" + 32. "Can I touch you?" + e. Heatwave

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. my first ever Jax fic - god this man is so gorgeous !! anon, i hope you don't mind that i chose to cut his hair rather than shave it - because the idea of shaving his blonde locks breaks my heart honestly :( thank you for this request!! x

my other jax fic.

Pairing - Jax Teller x Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! cursing

Word Count - 890

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You can't watch him struggle any longer.

Jax is in your driveway, working on his bike in the blazing sun. He's shirtless, golden skin on display, sweat dripping down his back. He looks like he should be on the front cover of a magazine.

You can see him becoming irritated. His hair keeps falling into his face, getting into his eyes. He repeatedly pushes it behind his ears, to no avail. It just falls again. You're worried he's going to pull it out in a fit of rage, honestly.

"Jax?" you call, rising from the porch to make your way towards him.

He turns when he hears you call his name, beaming smile on his face. The smile falters slightly when he takes in the sight of you. You're wearing a short, colourful sundress, material swishing around your mid thighs. It hugs your body in all the right places, thin straps revealing your lack of bra. He takes a deep breath upon your approach, begging his mind to stop racing with the filthy thoughts.

"Hi, darlin'," he drawls, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You're wearing your cherry lip balm, and it takes everything in him not to bend you over the bike right there.

"Will you let me cut your hair?" you ask sweetly, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You want to? Thought you liked it long."

"I do, but it's getting in your way. Just let me take a little length off? It'll stop it from falling in your eyes."

He smiles at the realisation that you've been watching him struggle and could no longer bear it. An angel, sent just for him.

"Okay, baby. Let's do it," he says, kissing you again. Abandoning his bike, he picks you up around the middle and practically carries you inside.

You pull a chair into the bathroom and gesture for Jax to sit while you rummage in the drawer for the hairdressing scissors. When you find them, you move to stand between his legs, big blue eyes watching your every step.

Jax places his hands on your hips while you run your fingers through his hair, combing it gently. You're deciding how much to take off, surveying carefully. You know he won't mind either way, but you still want to make it look good.

You start snipping away, ignoring the beads of sweat that are dripping down your back. It's the hottest day of the year so far, and your air conditioning can only do so much. You wish you could walk around with your shirt off like Jax. He probably wouldn't mind, actually.

His hands migrate from your hips to your thighs, stroking up and down gently. He's making it hard to concentrate, so you double down on your focus, determined to finish the job. Neither of you say anything about the way your breathing has quickened, or the way his is now deep and laboured. His fingers brush higher, and you put the scissors down on the counter.

"What are you doing?" you question teasingly, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"Just sitting for my haircut, ma'am," he answers cheekily.

"Do you try and put your hand up all of your hair stylists dresses, Jackson?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," he winks.

His eyes darken slightly as they rake over your body, up and down. He wraps a strong arm around your back, pulling you into him further. The other hand is still tracing patterns on your inner thigh. He dares to move it higher, and lets out a guttural groan at what he finds.

"Fuck, honey. Are you wearing panties?"

"Nope," you reply, popping the 'P'. "Too hot."

He rests his head on your stomach and trails his fingers along the crease of your thigh.

"Can I touch you?"

"You are touching me, Jax."

"No, baby. Can I touch you here? Please?"

To emphasise his question, he brushes his fingers over your clit lightly. You jolt at the sudden contact, throwing your head back.

"Yes, Jax. Please."

You're suddenly grateful for the grip you have on his shoulders. Your knees are buckling already, balance unsteady. God, this man knows how to play you like a violin.

"No more teasing," you pant. "Need you."

How can he say no to that?

He's fumbling to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs. He pulls you forward so you're straddling him, and lines himself up. In one swift stroke, you roll your hips downwards and he slides home, both of you groaning.

"Fuck, darlin'."

"Shit, Jax. Please."

You use his thighs and his shoulders as leverage, moving yourself up and down. He thrusts upwards, meeting your strokes, sending pleasure prickling down your spine.

"This fuckin' dress," he groans. You giggle, and the vibrations drive him wild.

He can tell you're close when your hips start to stutter, rhythm faltering. He doubles down, thrusting up with more force. Jax bites down on your shoulder, and it sends you over the edge, white hot and blinding.

Your climax triggers his, hips not stopping until you're both spent and boneless. Your foreheads are pressed together, panting.

"I'm gonna buy you a hundred of these dresses," he chuckles.

"Fine by me," you reply, kissing him deeply.

"Good."

"Might need one with sleeves, though. Something's gotta cover this bite mark."

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[imaginesmai]

You stared at yourself through the long-standing mirror that had a crack on the left side. The dress was long, but simple, and had a lacey design of sunflowers that matched the bouquet Gemma had chosen for you. The long sleeves made with lace looked elegant and soft, covering your whole arm and finishing right at your wrists. There was no long train, no veil or crown, nothing but the dress that made you feel like a princess.

It didn’t belong to Jax’s room, where last night events were still present. The empty bottles, the cigarettes on the ground, the crumpled sheets on the corner of the bed.

A pair of your panties on the chair.

Last night was wild, but you were much more at ease that right then. In front of the mirror, in your weeding dress, you felt like throwing up.

“You look beautiful” Gemma said from the door. “Are you ready?”

“I look like a flower vase. And I guess I am”

You didn’t look at her as she came closer. She was wearing a black, tight dress that left little to imagination, but that made her look like the queen. Standing in front of his mirror, in his room, the doubts appeared for the first time. Because, what if you were rushing things? What if you were invading his family?

It hadn’t been a rushed decision, months of planning and years of dating, but with Jax it was never easy. You had known each other since you were children, playing in the street with Opie and Thomas. As Piney’s daughter, you had grown in the club, between bikes and guns. And through the years, you had found your home in Jax’s arms, and he had made its way into your heart.

Gemma turned you around until you were looking at her, and she gave you a soft smile. The first tear decided to roll down your cheek, threatening to ruin your make-up. You tried not to think about the past, about your father being killed by Clay or your brother dying in a rotten cell from a cruel beating.

Last year had been heavy on you, on the club. You had delayed the weeding until everything was solved, and you thanked Jax for being so patient. But now, minutes away, you didn’t know if you were ready.

“What’s the matter, baby?” she caught the tear before it could do any damage.

“I don’t know” you said, feeling your chest becoming tight and heavy. “I don’t know”

“It’s okay to feel nervous. You’re about to take a huge step”

“I just – I know the club if my family, Gem, but… I wished they’d be here” you tried to stop the next tear. “They aren’t”

“Oh, Y/N. Come here”

You let yourself fall against her shoulder, careful not to ruin the dress.

There were things that you were certain about, like loving Jax, wanting a life together and doing anything for Abel. But you weren’t sure about many others. The constant beef with other clubs and organizations, your role in Abel’s life, the responsibilities of becoming the wife of the club’s president. Just last night, naked and drunk, Jax and you had dreamt about your shared life from now on, and you would have thought you were invincible.

But you had learnt that good things didn’t match your lifestyle, that you weren’t that lucky.

You didn’t know how much time you spent between Gemma’s arms, just hugging her tightly and waiting for your fears to go away. It was stupid, because you had gone through horrible things together, but somehow marrying felt like the last straw.

Once you were sure you weren’t going to break down, you took a deep breath and broke away.

“You sure you’re ready?” she asked, gripping your forearm.

“Yeah. Just – yeah”

Both of you had decided that you wanted a simple weeding, just the club and a few friends, so the club had been the chosen place. A friend of the club would officiate the wedding, and then, you had rented a catering service for the day. It was simple, and easy, but you couldn’t convince your heart to play along.

You walked down the familiar hallways, now empty, holding onto Gemma’s arm. In silence, you begged yourself to enjoy the day and forget about the past.

When you saw him waiting for you, with white shirt and denim trousers, you felt those worries slipping away.

Jax had been worried that you would change your mind, that something had happened, so he had sent his mother looking for you. After last night, he had left you to get changed and get everything ready with the boys, who didn’t help calm his nerves. What did help was finally seeing you walking towards him, as pretty as a dream.

He had chosen the only shirt he owned, had ironed his trousers and cleaned his sneakers, and he felt like the tramp as you were his lady. No matter how well he cleaned himself or how much effort he put into the details – he would never catch up with you.

Abel, who was holding the wedding rings next to his father, moved around with a nervous laugh.

“She looks beautiful, right?” Jax told him, not tearing his eyes away from you.

After what felt like forever, you finally made it to his side. Gemma took away the bouquet and you leaned for a kick kiss from Abel, who laughed once more before leaving. Everyone got up as the priest started talking, but you only had eyes for each other.

For Jax, it was hard to believe he was actually there, that he deserved it. That you had said yes and were about to become his wife. You stared at his blue eyes as he told you about it without a word, just with his side smile and the utter devotion he looked at you with.

“Not too late to change your mind” he half-joked, holding your hand.

“Same thing” you whispered back, squeezing it. “You sure about this?”

You were sure, and Jax too, but in your line of life, it was hard to believe when things turned out to be good. He had been your anchor through the years, and having a ring on your finger wouldn’t change it or make it better. It was only another step you were willing to take with him, one of many you had yet to take.

The way Jax stared at you while the priest continued with the ceremony cleared any doubt you had about it.

“I love you, darling” he answered after a moment. “I’m not going anywhere”

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Number

Pairing: Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford x f!Reader (soon will become an ‘x fem!OC’ during the second chapter)

Word Count: 897

Warnings: I think it’s just foul language

Summary: Getting a new neighbor is always fun or even interesting. But an annoyingly cute biker who makes too much noise, isn’t.

Note: I did totally get this from a movie or show i saw on my tt fyp soooo…i don’t own the plot, nor do i own the Sons or the SOA plot (my boy Kurt Sutter does) but i just own my reader inserts kids as characters. If you find the name or know the name of whatever movie or show this is (if you recognize the dialogue), pls comment it so i can put it in here.

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It was hard to get your little one to bed. Recently she’s being crying all night long and when she sleeps, she only sleep for two hours and then wakes up. Your oldest ones weren’t bad at all. So easy even.

Tonight was a rough night. You had already done three laps around the back yard, two around the kitchen and living room, and 6 of her bedroom. Her eyes finally started to close as you were slowly and silently rocking her in the rocking chair in her room.

Laying her in the crib slowly, carefully calculating any moves to not wake her up, you stood up and closed the door, leaving a crack so you could hear her from next door.

You had applied moisturizer to your fresh and healing tattoo before hearing the an odiously loud rumbling of bikes outside the door.

Groaning loudly you quickly made your way outside the front door before crossing your lawn over to the neighbors. You saw four men outside and just one bike while they stood in the garage. The rumbling was loud that you signaling them to keep it down wasn’t heard.

“Hey!” You stood closely behind the two with their backs faced to you, and yelled in their ears so they could hear. They turned around quickly and looked upset at the loudness of your voice.

“What gives, lady?!” One with crazy messy curly black hair turned around, finger lodged in his ear.

“Bloody hell, woman.” The other one who seemed to have facial scars turned around. The rumbling of the bike stopped immediately after the two stopped yelling at you. A man with long blonde hair and another man with long brown hair looked at you.

“Why are you guys doing making so much goddamn noise!?” You were visibly upset that these men dragged you out of your house at 10pm to rev stupid bike engines.

“Introducing ourselves to the neighbors, darlin— his neighbors.” The blonde one pointed towards the man with the crazy scars. You knew someone was moving in but the bikes weren’t really a problem when they were leaving and coming back so little.

“Well, I’m the neighbors, and we’re introduced, so if you wouldn’t mind, could you please shut the fuck up.” You looked at all four then before turning around and walking back across your lawn. You made it to the door before the one with the accent started talking to you.

“Wait, hold on. Let’s start over okay? My names Filip, what yours?” He had long hair, salt and pepper colors and the leather and kutte were actually very attractive on this man. But you didn’t know him, and men weren’t exactly your specialty considering you have three kids who’s dads left them.

“That’s cool. Just think of me as the person next door who likes it quiet.”

“Aye, but come on, love. Don’t be like that. We live next door to eachother and I feel bad. I feel terrible. I’m sorry. Will ya accept my apology?

“I don’t need your apology, I just need the quiet.” You then turned to go up the 3 steps to your porch before he started talking once again.

“Why don’t I take ya out to dinner to apologize for my rudeness? You give me yer’ number and I already have your address. I’ll call you up like a proper lad, and ask ya out.”

You giggled, “You want my number?” You smiled as you looked at him, and back at the other three men who seemed to resume talking but kept looking over to listen. Your sarcasm evident to them as the snickered amongst eachother.

“I do. I do want your number.” He nodded as he fixed his hair, his eyes never leaving yours once.

“Which number do you want? Filip?” You knew his name, you just didn’t have the capacity to care about or spare his feelings considering you had three children to get inside to and a early shift at the hospital to get some of the very little sleep for.

“Filip, now I like the way you say that, darlin.” He huffed as he smirked while he looked at you and then back to his friends before looking to you again. “How many numbers do ya have?”

“Oh I have plenty, darlin,” you mocked his endearment for you. “I have numbers falling out my ears. For instance, nine.”

“Nine?”

“Yeah, that’s how many months my baby girl is.”

“You got a little girl?” He looked intrigued and surprised in your statement. The guilt for being too loud already getting to his conscience.

“Yeah. Sexy huh? And how about this? Four is how old my oldest boy is. Two is how old my other son is. Two is the amount of time i’ve been married and divorced. Twenty is the amount of money I have left in my bank account. 850-3943 is my phone number, and im guessing zero is the amount of times your going to call it.”

“That impresses me, and your wrong about the zero thing, sweetheart.” He spoke as you walked inside and shut the door. He turned around and walked back to the boys as she looked back at your house, the living room light being shut off at the same time.

“Damn, she was pissed.” The man with long hair spoke, adjusting his beanie.

“Yeah, Chibs. Opies right, you gotta stop moving and pissin off your neighbors. This has happened like four times already.”

“Oi, shut up, Tiggy.”

“You got her number though, right?” The blonde asked, his eyebrows wiggling in a mockingly manner.

“Aye, Jackie boy.”

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[thisreadswhatever]

Anything For The Club: Part Six

Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?

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[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters

[wordcount]: 3.2k+

[series cw]: 18+, female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

[authors note]: and that’s the end! hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it :)

“Assume you’re used to riding shotgun”, The President asked as he handed you a black helmet. 

You put it on and straddled yourself along the back of his bike. “Not usually in heels.” 

Realisation of the betrayal you were committing was crushing you. Here you were, sat on another man’s bike, about to ride off into nowhere so he could do god knows what to you. The guilt weighed on your chest as you gripped The President's waist from behind. You reminded yourself the reason you were doing this, Protect The Club. Protect Jax. 

“First time for everything, sweetheart.”

He kicked the bike alive, it roaring fiercely as he rode out of the parking lot. 

The journey was short. He pulled into a motel lot two blocks up the road. It was a quiet and dingy motel, known for its drug hookups and escorts. The exact kind of place you used to work before you had agreed with Jax to run Diosa. Jax didn’t like sharing, you were his and that was vital to him. You’d agreed that you’d both be entirely faithful to one another there on out, and you knew after this, he’d never forgive you. 

“Classy.” You muttered as you pulled the helmet off your head. 

“Ain’t gonna matter where you are once I’m inside you, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

He placed the bike on its kickstand, and you followed as he made his way across the car park, up a flight of stairs and to room numbered 208. The curtains were already closed on the outside. He grabbed a yellow key card out from his back pocket, unlocking the door. 

You stalked your way inside the room, hearing the bolt echo behind you as he secured the latch on the door. 

The room was a simple, one large crimson bed centered between wooden side tables, home to two outdated lamps and a dusty bible. The President wandered straight to the mattress, sitting along the edge. He placed the manilla envelope on the side table closest to him before he pulled his cutte off. He slapped the mattress, coaxing you to sit beside him. Across from the front door was a bathroom that you immediately streamlined for. “I’m just gonna freshen up.” 

He laid back falling flat across the bed, “don’t leave me waitin’.” 

You closed the door behind you, sighing of relief for the brief moment alone. You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. It was cracked slightly along the edge, distorting the image in front of you. You turned the tap, letting the water run. The sound of the streaming fossett was soothing, and you closed your eyes with your hands clutching the sink, trying to overcome the sickness you felt burning through your stomach. You wanted to vomit. You took your jacket off, thrusting it to the floor, trying to breathe as you struggled for air. You’d never had a panic attack before but you imagined this is what it felt like. 

He’s got you right where he wanted, you told yourself. Alone in a motel and not a soul knows you’re here. You searched your jacket for your phone, before remembering you left it in the car at the diner. Calling for help was out of the equation. Your chest was tight, the sound of your heart thudding engulfing your ears as you tried to gasp for air. 

You didn’t have a phone, but you did have the gun. You could go out there and shoot him, take the envelope and run for the hills. And potentially start a gang war by killing The President of another crew, one that’s associated with the Mexican cartels. Dumb idea. 

Your last option, just give him what he wants, get the photos, and be done. You’d already made it this far. The guy was hardly the worst looking man on the planet. He was monstrous and crass but it would be a sacrifice of a moment compared to the loss of everything Jax knew. 

You let the water run through your fingers before you turned it off. You pulled your hair to the side of your neck, the cold water on your hands dripping down your skin. You can do this, you tried to convince yourself. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. You were going to have to break his heart, to save his club.

You heard a knock on the door at the same time it abruptly opened, not giving you any chance to respond. 

“I said don’t keep me waitin’, little lady.” 

“Just had to pull myself together.”

He crept towards you, and you instinctively turned into him, your back pressing into the sink behind you. 

“I can help you out.” 

His hands found your hair, clutching at the root as he pulled your head back. Your hands were grasping the edges of the porcelain, as he brought himself against your body, pressing his lower half into you. You were unable to move. He held you there, watching your face, taking in the sight of you completely at his disposal. 

Tears welled in your eyes, unable to be forced back this time, and they began to stream from your face. You realised at this moment that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force yourself to want this man. He placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the drops with his thumb. 

“You look so pretty when you cry.” 

He pressed his face into yours, kissing you viciously. His tongue tangled against your lips as it searched for entry, but failed as you kept your mouth forced shut. He pulled your head back again by your hair, staring into your eyes. His eyebrows raised as he watched you sobbing, furious from your apprehension.

“I’m not gonna fuck a corpse. You better give me something back.” 

His hand released from your hair as he brought them down to your waist, pulling you from the sink. You stumbled against him, trying to find your balance. You wanted more time, a chance to think or just pause this from happening, to try and find a way out. 

You forced yourself to find his lips, kissing him back. You entwined your fingers through his hair, hoping you could sell the facade that you wanted him too. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth while yours did all the work. 

He seemed to relax before you pulled away, “should we go to the bed?” 

“Fuck the bed. I want you here.” 

He dragged the hem of your dress to expose your underwear, pulling you tight to his body by your ass. You squirmed at the feel of his hands on you this way, but tried to play calm to control the situation. 

Your heel tangled into your jacket beneath you, and you could feel your gun was right under your feet. You kissed him again while he palmed at your backside, dragging his fingers under the fabric of your panties. You lowered your hands down his frame, leading them to his jeans, rubbing against his erection. You crouched down to your knees, your eyes never leaving his. 

He groaned aloud as he watched you undo his belt buckle, your face parallel with his dick. “I knew you wanted this, little slut.” 

You ignored his degradation, and carried on feeling him with your hands. His head fell backwards, and just as his eyes left yours, you began to press your mouth against his cock, gnawing at the hard membrane covered in denim. Your mouth continued to distract him, as you searched the floor with your free hand, desperate to find the gun in your jacket pocket. 

Just as your hand reached the metal piece, your fingers twisting along the handle, The President looked down at you. 

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” 

You pulled the piece from the jacket, aiming it up at his chest. “Back the fuck up. Now.”

He chuckled at your advance, looking at the gun point towards him as he slowly stepped backwards. 

“Maybe you ain’t so smart.”

He backed through the doorway as you stood, continuing to aim the gun. He reached the bed, sitting upright on the edge, his jeans draped around his thighs. He smirked at you, looking directly down the barrel. “We had a deal, little lady.” 

You gripped the gun tighter, “I’m not your fucking lady.” 

A chuckle escaped his teeth, “You really do need my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.” You paced towards the side table, holding your aim on him as you walked. You kept your focus on his face as you reached for the envelope. “You got any idea what you're starting?” 

You placed the envelope under your arm, grasping the gun with both hands again, edging yourself further from the bed, until you were backed against the far wall of the room. 

“Nothing I’m not prepared to finish.” 

He held his arms out wide, taunting you. “I got a long list of enemies who would do anything for the shot you got right now.”

“I don’t want to kill you, asshole.

I want to leave this room, and pretend I never met you. I want you to leave my Club the fuck alone. I want to go back to my life before you existed.”

He closed his arms, and stood up slowly, pulling up his jeans and clasping his belt buckle back together. “Then I guess you better kill me.”

You readjusted the gun in front of you, “sit back down!” 

He ignored you, continuing to pace forward, step by step. “I can see why he picked you as his old lady. Got looks and balls.” 

“I said I don’t want to kill you, asshole. Not that I won’t.” 

He grinned, reaching for you, extending his arms out. “Don’t be like that, baby.” 

He was inches from you again, his chest now pressed against the barrel. You pushed it into him further, “I fucking mean it. Back the fuck up!” 

He didn’t waiver. “Drop the gun, sweetheart.” 

You pulled the trigger. 

The sound of the gun jamming rang through your ears, and you stared at him wide eyed. He slammed the gun from your hand, the metal flinging across the room. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall behind you, the envelope under your arms falling to the ground, images of The Club spreading across the carpet beneath your feet. He pushed you with force against the wall, crushing your wrists in his grasp. 

He spoke low into your ear, “No more choices.”

You tried to retreat, but the weight from his body engulfed you, making it impossible for you to move. The stubble of his beard scraped against your skin as his mouth moved against your neck. You screamed for him to stop, but the pleas fell on deaf ears, seeming to entice him further. His body was entrapping you against the wall so harshly that his hands could move freely, creeping their way under your dress as he tore at the seams, ripping it open. You recalled how it felt to be trapped by this man that first night you met at Diosa, and you knew now that had the eyes of the entire lobby not been present, this would’ve been your fate then. You closed your eyes, giving up the fight. 

Suddenly he stopped, interrupted by a repeated banging on the door.

“Y/n?” 

“Jax! Jax! I’m in-”, his hand slapped against your mouth. You bit the skin as hard as you could, but he didn’t release. Instead he plowed your body into the ground, laying over you as you crumbled to the floor, crushing you into the gap between the wall and bed.

He stared into your eyes as he held your mouth shut, whispering to you through his clenched teeth.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” 

Tears streamed as your muffled screams paused. You clutched his hand against your mouth, trying to pry it from your face. You could only listen as Jax repeatedly thrust his entire weight against the wood of the door, the metal latch bulking under the pressure. The bolt gave in, and the door flew open. 

“Jesus-” Jax was armed and reeling as he looked around the room. Your jacket, the gun and the images strung out across the motel room. 

Your mouth was released from his grip as he pulled you by your hair. You winced at the pain, trying to find your footing as you stood up. He held you there like a prize, showing off your exposed and broken frame, tears pouring down your face. Jax’s core was stiff, glaring at The President with a look you hadn’t ever seen from him before. 

His jaw flexed as he put his gun back into his cutte, speaking slowly through his gritted teeth. 

“Get your hands off her.”

Your blackmailer smiled, his hands twisting further into your hair. “We were only just getting started.” His hands never left you, taunting Jax further. He looked at you up and down, licking his lips before turning back to Jax. “You got a good one here, Pres.”

“You got one more chance. Then I’m done talking.”

He pulled your hair back further, and you swayed as your balance was rocked.

“Oh, relax. Only wanted to try out the slut for myself.” 

That was it, Jax lunged for him. Any restriction of his fury was completely unleashed, as he stormed across the room, grabbing The President by the head, slamming it against the wall. You were finally released from his grasp, and threw yourself across the bed, rolling onto the other side of the room. 

You watched as they fought against the motel floor, Jax on top of him, repeatedly smashing his head into the carpet with all his strength. The bangs against the upstairs floor rocked the supports beneath it, thudding as Jax gasped from the repeated exertion. The President heaved his elbow into Jax’s stomach, and he fell backwards sitting upright, his back slamming against the side table. The table lamp crashed to the floor as Jax launched himself back into the President, crumbling him again. Jax was on top of the President, pounding his fists into his face repeatedly. He smiled at Jax, showing his bloody teeth as he took the beating. 

But he didn’t let up, he continued to crush into him, his elbow dropping against his flesh, further forcing his face further into the carpet. Jax’s fists rammed into his face, for what felt like eternity, as blood poured from The President’s nose and mouth. 

The President reached beneath him, grabbing a knife from the sheath that hung from his jeans. He sliced into Jax’s leg, and he screamed out in agony, making you flinch. Jax dropped his knee onto The President’s hand, crushing the knife out of his grasp. 

His leg was bleeding through his jeans, but he didn’t stop. You watched as he endlessly beat the President into nothing, pure rage fueling his hands forward. Blood sprayed from the open wounds of his face onto the wall beside the bed frame, covering the floor and Jax too. Only once The President stopped moving, the groans from his mouth silencing, did Jax stop. 

He was on top of him when he glanced at you, hiding in the corner of the room, your dress tore to shreds and tears streaming down your face. 

He crawled off of The President’s lifeless body, crouching towards you. He wrapped you in his arms, and the relief of feeling Jax holding you again turned your tears into sobs. 

“You okay?”

“I’m so- sorry-”

“Shhh. Darlin’ you got nothing to be sorry for.”

He cupped your face in his bloody hands, his rings glistening red from the liquid. His eyes matched yours, water pooling at the lids. 

“Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “A few minutes later and he-”, you couldn’t continue as the sobs poured from your chest. He didn’t need you to say anymore. He hugged you tight against him as he stroked your hair, soothing your wimpers into submission. You looked up at him as he wiped the tears from your face.

“I had no choice- he was going to rat- he had proof-”

“I know, darlin’. Nero told me everything.”

“He did? But how did you find me?”

“Your car was still at the diner but you weren’t there. I didn’t know what to think-” he flinched at the memory. “I just kept riding, then I saw the bike parked outside the motel. I was checking rooms and then I heard you scream-” You kissed him before he could continue. His hands stroked the back of your head, “I’m here now, darlin. It’s okay.” 

“He’s the President of another club.” You wanted to look at the carnage but you couldn’t bring yourself away from Jax’s face. 

He took a deep breath, looking up from you to the body laying in a pool of blood across the motel floor. His body tensed as anger filled him again, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his mouth as it straightened into a hard line. “He’s nothing now.” 

You sat up from Jax’s arms, watching him as he stared at The President, his eyes shifting from care and sorrow and  morphing into pure rage once again. “They’re all done. Nobody is ever gonna hurt you again. You’re mine and anyone who touches you- they’re as dead as that guy and everyone that’s ever associated with him.” 

He shifted onto his knee as he stood up, taking off his cutte. He removed the black SAMCRO t-shirt he had on and handed it to you, before putting his hoodie and cutte back on himself again. You placed the t-shirt over your ripped dress, and stood up alongside him. Jax walked over towards The President’s body, collecting the printed photographs that surrounded him on the floor. He flicked through the pictures, scoffing at the evidence.

“This prick’s been trailing us for weeks. These are from a run two months ago.” He carried the stack into the bathroom as he examined the images, before igniting the corners with his lighter, leaving them to burn in the sink. He watched as the flames turned the paper into ash. “Are there more of these?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, “he said this was all he had.” 

Jax picked your jacket off the bathroom floor. He walked back to you, draping it over your shoulders. “Doesn’t even matter. His crew is good as dust.” 

You kneeled to the ground, reaching under the bed for the jammed gun. Jax looked at the weapon in your hands, “Did you try to use it?” 

You handed the metal piece to him, “piece of shit jammed.” 

He hugged you again, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s my girl. Least I got to pummel the cunt to death myself.” He placed the gun into his holder. “Let’s get you home.” Jax held your waist as you both headed for the door. 

“Jax?” 

He looked down at you, “you okay darlin’?” 

Your eyes peered back at the bloodied mess that had unfolded on the motel room floor.

“Maybe we should call that cleanup guy you know.” 

Jax smiled, kissing you reassuringly on the side of your head as you walked together. “I’m on it.”  

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Rescued

Jax Teller x F!Reader From these August Prompts: "Have a drink, relax." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Rescued Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This was honestly so fun to write, young and fun Jax is my favorite lol. Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Angst, flirting, cursing, Unsers nickname lol, drinking. SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The popping of your tire was the cherry on top of a shitty trip but when it caused you to lose control of the wheel and smash into the speed limit sign, that was the boiling point for you. Luckily, you weren’t too injured, the airbag managed to leave a cut on your face somehow and now on top of a fucked up car, you had a bruised face and ego. You had been traveling for hours, just trying to make it back home and everything was going left. Calling the operator was infuriating, all of the numbers you had to press just to get to speak to someone only for them to transfer you to someone else in the Charming operating department.

“I’m looking for someone to tow my fuckin’ car.” The tone you took was one of little patience. 

“Well it’s a good thing you called the fuckin’ auto shop.” A voice with humor spoke on the other line. 

“This a mechanic?” You said taken back. “Sorry, I’ve been playing tag with like 3 different operators.” 

“Don’t worry about it, doesn’t make the top 5 of mean ass customers I’ve talked with.” The man on the line spoke. “So, you need a tow? You got a location?” 

“Uh,” You looked around for a street sign, any landmarks to give an idea where you were when your eyes landed on the green reflective light. “Just off the West Side Freeway, Rt 5.” 

“Alright, I’ll send the tow, gonna be $80.” 

“Ofcourse it is.” You sighed and closed your eyes as the day continued to shit on you. 

“We can workout a payment pl–” The voice was slightly concerned on the other line. 

“No.” You cut him off. “I’m good for it, it’s just the idea that I’m about to drain it all from my wallet.” 

The man on the other line let out a laugh. “We’ll be there in 20 minutes.” 

You thought you were lucky enough that the cops didn’t show up but they were right in front of the tow truck. The older officer was stepping out of the car before the tow truck even parked. 

“Everyone alright?” The man spoke up, as he got closer you saw the name engraved on below his badge. Unser. 

“It was just me, I’m alright. Popped my tired on the highway and the wheel decided to shake out on me.” You pointed to the ending of the story where your car sat plowed over the metal pole and sign. 

“Your uh– you got a little banged up.” He pointed to his face where the cut on yours was. “You sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance or an EMT to check it out?” 

“I’m okay, officer. I really just want to get my car out of here and fixed.” As you spoke you pointed to the tow truck and the long blond haired man who was approaching from the truck. 

Unser turned around and nodded to the man. “Jax.” 

“Uncle Touchy.” Jax’s smile was from ear to ear as he walked past him and directly to you and your car. 

“Hey I’m Jax.” The man nodded at you, keeping his smile the same until it fell a little as he took in your face. 

At first, you thought maybe he was concerned with the cut on your face but his next sentence disproved that theory. 

“I know you? You look familiar.” He said the frown deepening now. 

“I’m not really from around here, so I don’t think so.” You weren’t really trying to go back and forth right now, your main objective was to just get the fuck out of here. That was until it hit you who he was. “Oh shit, you’re–”

“From the truck stop.” His smile grew back on his face. 

“You’re all out of coffee.” Your annoyed voice was yelling out over the front counter of the convenient store down to the cashier who had already checked out.

“Then we’re all out!” The worker didn’t even bother to look at you while he dismissed you. 

“This place is literally called Coffee and Go. That’s what I want to do. Get my coffee and go.” You spoke like it was obvious, which to your point, it kind of was. 

Just as the cashier was about to yell back at you, now looking at you fully the person at the register stepped towards you. “Here, take mine, I should cut back on the caffeine anyways.” 

Your eyes moved down from his young, handsome face to his hand that was extending out the coffee. That’s when your eyes saw the vest resting over his flannel, Sons of Anarchy, Vice President. 

“I didn’t drink from it yet, it’s just got a little sugar in it but besides that it’s just regular black coffee.” 

“You don’t need to do that.” You shook your head trying to dismiss the man’s generosity. 

“I know but if I don’t, I think you’re going to kill that guy.” He leaned in to whisper to you. “And I don’t really want to be pulled in as a witness.” 

“What can I say, I’m a bit of an unruly character without my caffeine.” You reached out to take the coffee. “I’ve been on the road for a while, thank you.” You genuinely said. 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

“I didn’t recognize you without the–” You shrugged your shoulders and brought your hands up to mimic holding the vest. 

Jax let out a laugh. “Traded it in for the work shirt for the next 5 hours. Didn’t recognize you with the–” He pointed to his face similarly to the officer before but in more of a mimicking way since you had mocked his kutte. 

“Guess we both went through a few changes since the morning.” You rolled your eyes. 

Small town charm. That’s what this was, everyone knew everyone, people were chatty. As you pulled into the automotive shop you turned to see the line of bikes along the wall and the large reaper over the building diagonal from the garages. Maybe this was a different small town charm than you had thought. 

You had lost track of your conversation with Jax as you stared at the bikers walking around. 

“Never seen an M.C. before?” His voice cut through your thoughts. 

“More like I know them too well.” You mumbled not expecting any reply from him but the confused look on his face was begging for more information as he placed the tow in park. 

“My mom, years ago, was a member of Hell Babes before they patched over into Rebel Supply. It was a Women’s Motorcycle Collective so, probably a little different than this.” You pointed out the truck window and looked back at Jax who was a little surprised to hear the story from you. 

“Or a lot of the same.” Jax’s eyebrows raised. 

“We’ll never know that will we?” You raised your eyebrows back at him. The confused look filled Jax’s face again as he frowned at your statement before taking the keys out of the ignition. “You’re never gonna tell me the reapers' ways of working and I’m not going to tell you anything about the Rebels.” 

“Yea, it’s a lot of the same.” Jax smiled at you. “Let me give the guys the keys so they can start working on an estimate for you.” 

You stood in the middle of the lot, waiting for Jax to come back, taking in the details on each of the bikes, it was bringing back a lot of memories for you, good and bad. Luckily you didn’t get too far down memory lane before Jax was back next to you, now with his kutte over his work shirt. 

“Come on, it’s gonna be a minute.” He guided you towards the tall black building that had the MC logo plastered everywhere on it. 

As you stepped into what you assumed to be the clubhouse the smell of cigars and alcohol filled your nose. It was definitely extremely different from what the Women’s Collective had as their stomping grounds, but what did you expect when it was a bunch of middle aged men in the middle of bumfuck California. 

“Have a drink, relax.” Jax was calling out from the bar as he poured you a beer. 

“The cop gonna come back and DUI test me?” You made yourself comfortable at the bar. 

“Nah, Unser’s cool.” Jax smirked like he expected you to know what that meant in terms of the club.

“Uncle Touchy, you mean?” You asked in hopes for some explanation to the nickname that wouldn’t make you sick to your stomach. 

“It’s just a joke, pisses him off, there’s no rhyme or reason behind it, don’t worry.” Jax laughed, taking a sip of his own beer. 

“This is the second drink you’ve bought me today.” The glass raised to cheers him before you took a sip yourself. The cold beer was like medicine to your aching body, the cold chill relaxed you from not only the accident but the week you were having. 

“Call it fate.” He chuckled. 

“Call it Teller-Morrow Towing.” You rebutted. 

“Speaking of, I thought the coffee was supposed to dial down the unruliness.” 

“Only managed to have half the cup before my tire popped, not enough to keep the unruliness at bay.” 

The two of you continued talking, chatting about your parents and clubs, but still managing to keep pretty much every detail a secret as you talked. Topics changed and there was never an awkward lull or search for another thing to bring up, things just came up naturally, where you grew up, your favorite places to travel, the fact that you stopped riding years ago and how Jax could never give it up, what you were doing coming through Charming. 

It was crazy that an hour had already passed when one of the mechanics had stepped into the clubhouse. 

“Jax! That tow you brought in, estimate is $670 for everything, we can have it done by tomorrow morning, just let us know when to get started!” 

You closed your eyes as you heard the time and price. “That how you let all your customers know the breakdown?” 

“Don’t let most of my customers come in here to wait out their estimate, truthfully.” He grabbed your glass and tossed it in the sink. 

“Let ‘em know to get started.” You stood up ready to retreat out of the clubhouse and figure out your overnight arrangements. 

“Will do, if you want, maybe uh, I can give you that full cup of coffee in the mornin’.” 

He was so smug about asking you that it was obvious what he was saying between the lines. 

“You askin’ me to stay the night, biker boy?” The two of you were now walking down the hallway to the door when Jax grabbed the door above your head and held it open for you. 

“All about the hospitality, baby, and figured it’d be good to caffeinate you in the mornin’ so you’re not unruly to my guys.”  He had a toothpick in his mouth now that was moving around as his tongue played with it. 

“What the gentlemen, Jax.” You crossed your arms before agreeing, what the hell, you were just passing through, right? “Sure, I’ll bite. Thanks.” 

“Don’t mention it, darling.” 

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[daydreamingatnight209]

“He called me Mom”

Jax Teller x Female Reader

Warnings- Fluff? 💕

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Abel wasn’t biologically yours, Wendy bailed when he was born, Tara bailed just after his first birthday. So, no Abel wasn’t biologically yours but he will always be your son no matter what any piece of paper said.

You and Jax had known each other since you were children, you had always been in his life, when Wendy left and Tara broke him, it was you who was there.

Jax always held a special place in your heart, you loved him and never believed that he would ever love you back.

You were wrong.

You knew it would never be like the love he had for Tara, or like the chaotic feelings he once had for Wendy, but it was still love. A different love but a love still as strong and as magical as any other.

It has Abel awhile to to warm to up you, confused as to why Tara wasn’t around anymore, even at 6 months he was ridiculously aware of his surroundings, but he adapted well and now calls you “daddy’s friend” or so you thought.

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Jax had just come back from a run, just in time to help with your children’s bedtime routine. Abel had missed his dad over the last few days , not really understanding at 3 years old why his dad has to go away sometimes, because of this Jax was on story time duty.

After giving your second son, Thomas; who you gave birth too 3 months ago, with Jax, a bath you stopped to listen outside Abel’s door.

You could hear the boy giggle as his father read the book in his ‘funny voices’.

Pretty soon after you heard Jax wish him goodnight and turn out the light.

You carry Thomas to the nursery and ensure he is settled before climbing into bed yourself, Jax following shortly afterwards.

You had fallen into a habit of sleeping lightly after Thomas was born so it wasn’t a surprise that the slight fussing noises from the baby monitor awoke you a few hours later.

Thinking it was Thomas you climb out of bed, telling jax to go back to sleep as you hear him stirring, only to be surprised to see little Abel opening the bedroom door. His cheeks were damp and you hear the same sniffling noises from the monitor leave him.

He shuffles towards your side of the bed.

“Mommy, Mommy” he whimpers, but all you could do was stare in shock.

Was he calling out to you? He hadn’t called you mom before.

Jax who was suddenly awake, clambers over the bed to pick up his son and place him in between the both of you.

“What did you call Y/N Abel” he asks, just as shocked as you.

All Abel did was crawl into your lap, calling out for you again, washing away any doubt that you misheard him.

“Me stay with you mommy, mommy please”

Your heart broke for him as you held him tight.

“He must of had a bad dream” you whisper to Jax as he continues to look at you as his son clutches onto your t-shirt, refusing to let go.

You slowly rock the little boy back into a slumber, singing a nursery rhyme as you soothe him.

Jax brings his family together by bringing in a sleeping Thomas and lays him on his chest.

Looking down at Abel in awe you mumble to yourself “He called me his mom”

Jax’s presses a kiss onto your head as his holds his second born close, just enjoying such a rare family moment.

“That’s because you are”

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

SFW Alphabet Prompt request coming in hot.

The Prince of Charming himself , Jax Teller. What’s he like, according to the letter “J”.

Can’t wait to read what you come up with!

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Jax Teller SFW Alphabet Prompts Masterlist

Jealousy 

Contains: Fluff, possessive Jax.

294 words

Comment if you want to be tagged/removed.

How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?

"Are you gonna do something about that pres?" Jax shook his head at his VPs suggestion, "nah Ope, she's good." Jax watched you speak to the man, your face wearing a friendly but absent of any affection, "see Ope, she not even laughing like she thinks he's funny, she's laughing so he doesn't feel bad about himself."

Ope shook his head, "I don't get you, there's a line of men halfway down the block ready to take your place and even though she doesn't like parties, she still talks to people and everyone loves her, how are you not jealous?" Ope was bullshitting a bit, he knew you'd never hurt Jax, "because she's only doing all of this for me, if I went over there right now and asked her if she wanted to go home she'd jump at the chance." Jax smirked, "she's mine and she knows it."

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Jax didn't like what he was looking at, your smile was a little too bright and your dress a little too short. He walked over to you and looked at the man you were talking to up and down, "hello my love, are you enjoying your night?" Jax smirked down at you, sitting on the bar stool while he stood made you seem even smaller compared to him than normal, "I don't know darlin, you're not with me." The smile you gave him made his heart swell, "you flatter me."

Jax didn't respond, instead, he leaned down and kissed you. It was full of passion, like no one else around, certainly not a visiting Son sitting within touching distance of you. When he pulled away, your lips followed his desperately, Jax smiling at your reaction before turning to the man, "you want a beer bro?"

Fin

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[mickeyswhore]

Welcome!

This is my brand new side blog, so please if you enjoy the vibes follow me!

Fandoms I can write for:

SCREAM FRANCHISE

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

SLASHERS:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Meyers

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Patrick Bateman

CILLIAN MURPHY VERSE:

Jackson Rippner

Lenny Miller

Michael McCrea

Raymond Leon

Neil Lewis

Robert Fischer

Mike Kiernan

Shivering Soldier (Inception)

Damien O'Donovan

Thomas "Tom" Buckley

Thomas Shelby

THE BOYS:

Billy Butcher

Homelander

Soldier Boy

Hughie Campbell

THE WALKING DEAD:

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

MARVEL:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

AUGUST DIEHL VERSE

Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds)

Franz Sauer (Munich - The Edge of War)

Mike Krause (Salt)

Alex de Klerks (The Last Vermeer)

Moritz de Vries (Parfum)

Jam Kremfeld (Furia)

JANNIS NIEWÖHNER

Paul von Hartmann (Munich - The Edge of War)

Karl (Je Suis Karl)

DUNE

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Paul Atreides

Gurney Halleck

LUCA MARINELLI VERSE

Primo Nizzuto (Trust FX)

Mickey Miranda (A Dangerous Fortune)

Diabolik

LOUIS HOFFMANN

Jonas Kahnwald (Dark)

Werner Pfennig (All the Light We Cannot See)

Ulrich Haussmann (Masters of the Air)

SONS OF ANARCHY

Jax Teller

Opie Winston

Chibs Telford

Juice Ortiz

Tig Trager

RULES:

What I will not write:

Threesomes (I simply suck at it AND not my cup of tea)

Anything involving minors (such as x daughter!Reader)

Complete angst (Please, we need to have some hope even if it's not a happy ending)

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[midnightbabylon]

Play With Fire

Part One

summary: Your boyfriend surprised you with a romantic weekend in Northern California. Only he didn't expect his car to break down in Charming. As if that wasn't bad enough, he sent you down the road in the dark to the Teller-Morrow automotive repair shop. Just there you ran into a forbidden handsome man who could be the answer to all your problems or your downfall.

pairing: jax teller x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: violence, swear words, domestic violence, more language

A/N: First Jax Teller series because lately I started watching SOA and I am obsessed! with this man. When I tell you this man is so fine!! Damn.Enjoy : ) Also I really wanted this to be a bit slowburn so there will be more parts don’t worry ;)

But if you can‘t read stuff like this please skip!!

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The first chords of Life is a Highway sounded from the radio and you couldn't hide your smile. You loved that song. Your forehead was leaning against the cold windshield of the truck. Silently you began to shape the text with your lips before Kian suddenly barked, “Could you stop that?!”. When he suggested this trip yesterday morning, you thought he might get back on track, but right after that reaction, you knew he'd never get better. A romantic weekend in Northern California, how thoughtful. Why do you think he used that excuse? How could you survive such a long drive if you couldn't even sound your favorite songs with humming? You kept looking out the window and rolling your eyes so he wouldn't see it. “How long are we still on the road?” you asked cautiously. Kian sighed and looked at the small screen, which was the only light source in the car. “We still drive through this strange town called Charming and then turn to the hut.” Less than five minutes later, you passed the giant tree disc with the name of the city. It was only dimly lit, yet you had to smile. “Funny, did you see? Our name says it all.” Smiling, you looked at your boyfriend who was just staring out. You dropped your head against your seat and looked at the houses and the countryside. You could just read the sign of an automotive repair before the car went further towards the outskirts of town. Just when you wanted to be sad about leaving the sweet city there was a loud bang and Kian slowed down before he parked on the side of the road. “Shit!” Confused, you looked over to him. “What was that? Was that the tire?” Angry, he looked at you and you backed away. Then he got out and slammed the door before he ran to the back of the car. Nervously you chewed on your black-painted fingernails. A short time later, Kian was back in the driver's seat breathing loudly. “The tire is fucking junk and I don’t have any spare in the trunk.” You squeezed your fingers nervously. “There was a car repair shop earlier.” you point your finger backwards. “Maybe they’re still open.” Kian hit the steering wheel hard and you had to jerk automatically. “Okay. Go and ask if they change the tire for us no matter what price.” You looked out the window in disbelief. It's pitch black out there. “It’s dark.” “And?” Kian asked, and you watched how his jaw muscles tightened.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, you had to put makeup on your blue eye for the next four days. “Okay okay I’ll go.” When you got out, you pulled your jacket tighter in the cool air and walked back a few miles at the side of the road. You kept blowing warm air into your hands. The nights were very cool although California is actually so warm. After a felt eternity you finally saw the yellow-red sign: Teller - Morrow Automotive Repair. One of the three gates was only half open, so you ran quickly towards it. Before you could look in, a man came out who just put a glowing cigarette in his mouth. You two stumble back a few steps. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” you said quickly and couldn’t help but look. The blonde hair was covered under a cap. He was wearing black jeans with white Airforce. Your gaze flew up and you saw the black hoodie and the eye-catching coat. He seemed to be in some kind of club or gang. “Everything’s alright, but we are closed.” he put the cigarette back between his lips expressionlessly. Your heart sank to the ground. “Really? It’s an emergency.” nervously you looked back to the street. “What happened?” he asked calmly. “The truck ... so our truck. The tire has burst and we have to change it.” He blew a cloud of smoke into the night and surveyed you. “We can change the tyre tomorrow morning. No important appointments have come in yet.” Shaking your head, you looked back to the road. “You don’t understand. The tire has to be changed today. He’ll pay you whatever you want.” He casually pushed himself off the wall and came towards you. “Honey, you’re very nervous. What’s going on?” Before he could touch you, you took a step back. Kian would immediately notice that handsome guy's perfume and punish you for it.

“Please! Can’t you make an exception? I’ll get in trouble if this isn’t done today. ” Actually, you didn't want to be so honest, so you took a breath when you noticed how quickly that confession came over your lips. The blonde man across from you pulled his eyebrows together. “Okay, I’ll take a look at that. Prospect,” he shouted inside. A skinny guy with a similar coat came out. “Come with us. We might still have something to do today.” Relieved, you audibly breathed out air. "Thank you." The two men then followed you to Kian's location. When he noticed you with the escort, he also got out and looked at the two men suspiciously. “There are supposed to be problems here?” Kian crossed his arms and pointed to the tire. “It has to be changed,” he said stiffly and pulled forward. He put an arm around your hip and you tried to keep a straight face. “We can take the car with us and change the tire by tomorrow morning when we have all the parts.” he turned his cap on his head and looked at the tire. “Isn’t that possible tonight? We still have something to do.” Kian grinned disgustingly and the sloppy guy looked embarrassingly touched into the darkness. “Now listen Man,” said the handsome blonde guy, whose name you still didn’t know. “The store is closed, I can only offer you to do it first thing tomorrow. I know a place where you could stay for the night.” You gave Kian a look and he talked for a few minutes before the Prospect pulled up with a tow truck. Kian watched every move of the mysterious mechanics and then his truck was loaded. “Do you want to go with me?” the little weakling asked you and before you could answer Kian did it for you. “We’ll walk to your shop alright.” You pressed your lips together and the long-haired one held on to the side of the tow truck and drove off. When you arrived at the right place , a middle-aged woman stood beside the two gentlemen.

“Hi, I’m Gemma. I’ll show you the place to sleep for the night. If you need more things, you can still get the stuff out of your car. Kian looked at you briefly before he got in with the young man, exhaling loudly. “Honey, if this guy gives you any trouble, call me,” muttered the woman, whose breasts were pushed higher than an 18th century maid. Impressive, even you had to look. You took the file card in your hand and made it disappear into your bra before Kian could see it. Gemma smiled at you and took you and Kian to her car. Behind you came down the big gate with a rumps and then you already sat in the dark Cadillac. The trip was short and you were dropped off at a nice little house. “You can stay here for the night. Nobody will bother you, my guest bed is freshly made.” Uncertain you looked at the beautiful decor. “Oh, we can’t accept that. Isn’t there a motel in town?” Gemma turned to you smiling. “Yeah, honey, but that’s shabby and you don’t want bedbugs.” Kian put an arm very tightly around your shoulder and pressed you against him, a sign that you'd rather keep your mouth shut. “That is very courteous and kind. We will return the favor. Thank you for your hospitality.” You said thank you quietly, and Gemma left and left you alone in the little guest room. “Can’t you even let it go? God every time you drive us further into shit. Be glad we don’t have to go to a filthy motel in this goddamn place.” Kian knocked the bag over in anger and his wild look hit yours. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Yeah you should be sorry!” he yelled and hugged your face tightly that it hurt. You squint your eyes and he let you go. “I’m going to take a shower, see if you can find something edible.” You felt uncomfortable at the thought of ransacking Gemma's kitchen, but you still went to look. The fridge was empty, but you saw a small order card from a restaurant called Lumpy's Restaurant. You quickly pulled your smartphone out of your pocket and asked if they still had an open kitchen and if they would deliver.

At the same time Gemma arrived again at the Sons clubhouse and lit herself a cigarette. “I don’t like this guy from the little girl.” Her son Jax raised his head and swallowed his last sip of beer. “The couple from just now? Where did you take them?” Gemma sat down with a whiskey in her hand. “Yeah them… I took them to your house. I won’t let that girl go to the motel with that creep. Something’s wrong with them and I bet it’s because of that little cock sucker. She’s scared in his presence. ” She shoved the whiskey down her throat. “Mom they’re leaving tomorrow morning, why does the well-being of that girl matter to you?” Gemma pulled her cigarette and nodded. “You’re right. ”

“Kian, please,” you whimpered and hot tears ran down your cheeks as you squatted in the corner of the room. “Little bitch, you can’t do anything right.” the beer bottle smashed over you against the wall and glass fell down on you. You're lucky he didn't hit you this time. God, you couldn't show yourself in front of these helpful people tomorrow when Kian destroyed everything in his drunken rage. How many times have you wanted to escape from this relationship and couldn't. You've been with this man for five years now, and the first three years went great. He was kind, courteous, and he would never hurt you. Ever since someone flirted with you at a New Year's Eve party and Kian started the biggest fight in town, he hasn't been the same. He could never let you go anywhere alone without thinking someone else would snatch you away from him. He smelled you to find out men's perfume, even tracked your car and your cell phone and controlled everything else you did. Twice you wanted to break up, move out of town and start a new life without him. And every time, he'd sneak up on these plans and beat you so hard, you couldn't even go to the hospital. He nursed you at home and apologized to you crying and vowed never to do something like that to you again. And now you're crawling back to the ground, wishing it was all just a dream. The restaurant had delivered a false pizza, and then he was just looking for more reasons to destroy this room and you. “That blonde asshole from the workshop just wanted to fuck you! And I bet you wanted to fuck him as well, you little bitch.” He tore your hair and forced you to look at him. “Please! I didn’t want to fuck him. You’re the only man I love and look at. Your are the only man that fucks me.“ Your head flew violently to the side and your cheek burned from its blow. ‘Bullshit.’ Even through his closed teeth, you could see his spit fly. “I’m sorry, please! You have to believe me.” You had your hands folded in a prayer position. “Get up,” he murmured threateningly, and when you didn’t react immediately, it pulled your arm roughly upwards. “We’ll get out of here in the morning and you’ll never waste a thought on this town and this man again.” After he let you go, you rubbed your arm and went to the bathroom. Your eye rings were clearly visible, just like the red spot from the slap. You'd have cover this up tomorrow if it didn't go away on its own. After an extended shower, you put on long clothes and went to bed with Kian. He was watching TV with a new bottle of beer in his hand. “Is there another one?” he asked sharply, holding the beer in front of you. “I’m going to check.” Tomorrow you'll have to replace the six-pack. After Kian had finished his last beer, he fell asleep drooling on the bed. You couldn't sleep, so you cleaned up the room and scrubbed the wall so you couldn't see the beer stain. After you had scrubbed the bathroom and the carpet it was only a few hours until the supermarket opened. Frustrated you drove through your hair and also disposed of the garbage and packed the bag so far back together. Punctually at 7 you bought the exact beer and also got provisions for the ride and some breakfast. Kian was still asleep, so you put on your makeup and had a cup of coffee. At 8 o'clock Gemma was there and honked. Less than two minutes later, she was in the hallway saying hello. Her blonde streaks in her dark hair were kind of a calming sight, because Kian wouldn't dare do anything now. “Thank you for driving us back to the automotive repair shop. I’ve put a little something in the kitchen to thank you, and I’ve already done the laundry.” Gemma smiled. “Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you.” “Okay,” Kian threw in and raised both of his hands and you took a step back, just out of reflex. Gemma gave Kian a murderous look and then walked you to her car. During the ride, she checked your face through the rearview mirror. You felt her look and you were afraid she might see through the make-up.

Kian strolled straight into the garage without saying thank you and watched as his truck was being worked on. Gemma moved into a small adjoining house and gave you a cup of coffee in a shabby mug. “He hurts you, doesn’t he?” Your hand would have started to tremble without the cup. “You don’t have to lie, honey, I’ll see that.” she seemed almost shaken as she lit a cigarette. “How long has it been?” You started shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. Please, he can’t know that we are talking about such things.” She made a derogatory noise. “He’s busy. And I’ll make sure it stays that way.” Uncertain you were chewing on your lip. “Do you have a toilet?” she nodded and showed you the door. Gemma took the chance and all you could hear was her heels rattling over the asphalt. She leaned against Kian's truck while Jax was changing the tire. Jax gave her a puzzled look. “What kind of romantic hut are you going to? Have you been there before? Can you recommend it or not? Sounds really good.” Kian inspected her strictly. “This is our first time, but it looks promising.” Gemma smiled and Kian's gaze wandered down to her blouse. That motherfucking dick, thought Gemma. “Oh yeah? No more huts around. It’s good that no one hears her screams when you hit her, isn’t it?” she blew the smoke of the cigarette towards him and Kian tightened his shoulders before he bent dangerously toward her. Jax was standing within an blink of an eye. “Stay back, that’s my mother.” Kian now looked at him threateningly. “And she should hold back about what she says,” he growled, and your voice broke through that staring. “What’s going on here?” “Nothing is going on here. It was just a misunderstanding, was it?” Kian cleared himself and stepped back a bit. “Yes, I think so too. You don’t want to mess with us.” At that very moment, a handful of bikers drove onto the site and parked in a row. They also wore the leather cloak with the reaper on it. “Can I talk to you for a second?” your partner asked and his wild eyes made you swallow nervously. “What did you tell that bitch?!”, he asked indignantly as he had dragged you a few feet behind him. “Kian they are watching us,” you said softly and he noticed the many pairs of eyes that were all directed at you. “I’m still waiting for an answer,” he muttered. “I didn’t tell her anything, nothing at all. She gave me a coffee and then showed me the toilet.” Kian braided his teeth like a rabid dog. “I believe you now. But I’m telling you.” he raised his hand and pointed at you. “If I find out you lied to me, then you wish you never met me.” He ran past you back to the car and you muttered quietly in front of you: “That’s what I’ve already wished for.” All of a sudden, Kiran was like a changed man, and he stormed at you from behind. Immediately Gemma was on alert and many heads that had already turned away looked back in your direction. “What was that you little whore?” Kian clapped and pushed you hard to the ground. Your cheek scratched the floor and your lip burned before you felt something liquid run over it. Stunned, you put a finger on your lip and stared at the blood. “EY.” sounded a lot of voices and the click behind Kiran made him freeze. “I thought you didn’t want to mess with us,” muttered the handsome guy with a gun drawn and loaded. Gemma was right there and helped you up. “Is everything okay, honey?” Your lip started to tremble. He had never lost control in public and especially in front of complete strangers. “No, it’s not okay.” Tears were burning in your eyes and you looked at Kian. “You’ve gone too far. I’ve been keeping you company for years and letting you do everything you do to me. But now that fucking stops. Fucking strangers? These people were watching us. You’ve gone mad.” Laughing, he looked at you and spat on the floor in front of you. “You’re crazy. I put up with you for five years!” Your hand slipped and it clapped loudly across the yard, which brought in some “ohs.” from the men. ‘You piece of shit.’ Gemma introduced herself to you. “Beware your tongue.”

Kian grinned dangerously. “What are you going to do about it, bitch?” Gemma pulled out and it cracked loudly while your boyfriend screamed in pain. “Take advice from a mother. You should leave town and never see that girl again. Do we understand?” Kian nodded and held his nose. “Get your things out of the car.” she gently pushed you towards the truck. After you took your things and the keys to your apartment, the men pushed Kian into the truck. “Our relationship is officially over. Have a nice life.” Gemma rubbed soothingly over your arm as you watched Kian drive off the compound and never come back. “Should we take you somewhere?” asked the good-looking blonde. “I’d like to go to the motel in your small town,” you said quietly. He gave you a black helmet and then took you to the Rogue River Motel on his motorcycle . “Thank you.” smiling, you took off the helmet and gave it back to him. “No reason. Oh, I’m Jax just by the way.” Smiling, you turned to him. ‘Y/N.’ Then you went to the entrance of the motel. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” he shouted after you and winked at you. “Don’t make me regret meeting you, Jax Teller.” The last thing you saw was his fat grin before you closed the motel door behind you.

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I'm always wet for him and him only. 🧎🏻‍♀️

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Executives Love

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Warnings — grief, miscarriage, minors dni

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Noa aka Valerie to the wrestling world, had just finished her makeup when there was a knock at the bathroom door in the womens locker room.

“Coming” she smiled to herself in the mirror as her voice rang out. Anna waited by the door, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Noa opened the door and was greeted with a nervously smiling Anna.

“Okay what’s that look for?” Noa asks Anna as they walk down the hall to gorilla. Anna had heard rumors about her friends beloved boyfriend Jeff. Ones that were eating away at her.

“I’ve been hearing things and I don’t know somethings not right…” Anna says biting her lip. Noa looks at her with question.

“I heard Jeff has been hooking up with Dori…at least that’s whats being said.” Anna says. Noa immediately starts shaking her head.

“No not my Jeff. Dori wouldn’t do that to us. Jeff wouldn’t let her…” Noa trails off, a small amount of doubt settling in her stomach.

“It’s just rumors I’ve been hearing…” Anna whispers. Noa and Anna stop at the gorilla, Nicholas looking up to see Noa with Anna. Nicholas nudges Matthew and Matthew shoots his younger brother a look. Nicholas nods towards Noas direction. Matthews stomach fell. Matthew was told not even five minutes prior by Dori that she wasn’t going to be wrestling for quite some time, no injury, but pregnancy. Matthew immediately knew who the father was as Jeff never stayed far from Dori the last few months. Even when Noa had lost their baby.

“She’s gonna kill us if we know and she doesn’t, specially if she finds out this way.” Matthew says.

“We can’t just tell her Matthew” Nicholas tries to reason. Doris music started to play and not shortly after she began a small speech. Noa had yet to see Jeff but saw him wizzing past her when Dori called ‘Angelo’ to the ring. Noa furrowed her eyebrows and walked over to the screens where Matthew and Nicholas and TK were sitting. She watched the scene unfold. Listening intently she watched the emotions of both Dori and Jeff’s faces. That’s when she dropped a bombshell.

“So I won’t be wrestling for quite sometime…” ‘Ruby’ says into the mic.

“Are you okay” ‘Angelo’ quick to react, it causing Noa to furrow her brows more.

“Angelo I’m pregnant” ‘Ruby’ says. Noa felt her heart rate pick up. She looked over at TK and the EVP’s.

“Who approved this for a storyline, we just lost a kid, how could cre-“ Noa starts to rant. Nicholas quickly shuts her down.

“This wasn’t us or creative…unfortunately…” Nicholas coughs then clears his throat.

“Unfortunately what Nicholas?” Noa says with attitude. Nicholas clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath. He’s been friends with Noa for years and yet her attitude still would make him tweak faster than anyone else giving him attitude.

“She is pregnant…” Matthew says quietly.

“I’m sorry what?!” Noa says with frustration and hurt.

“So it’s true then?” Jeff’s voice came from the curtain. Noa looked up and at Dori and Jeff walking in.

“Yea” she smiles up at him. He smiles down at her with love and adoration. Something he did with Noa. Noa stood completely frozen in place. Her emotions snapped. How could he do this to her. Why would he do this after Noa had just lost their baby. How could he lie and say he was there for her, how could he just let Noa suffer with postpartum because he didn’t listen. How could he do any of it? Dori happened to look up at the silence and saw Noa standing next to the sitting EVPs and President. Her eyes were cast on Jeff, hurt running around in her green eyes, unshed tears building up. Jeff looked up and was met with a distraught Noa. Jeff’s face dropped and his heart went to his stomach.

“Noa…” Jeff all but whispered. Dori had thought that Jeff had broken up with her by now, she felt a little remorse for her. Noa quickly wiped her eyes and took a small breath.

“We’re done.” She simply said. Noa then looked back at the two EVPs and shook her head, she then turned on her heel and walked to the curtain. She had a match to perform, no mater how much her world just crashed and burned.

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Noa, or ‘Valerie’, was exhausted. Her and Willow, although being pretty close out of the ring, was a hell of a fighter inside the ring. Willow could see it in Noas eyes, she was broken hearted and a worlds away mentally, still trying to execute her moves with precision, but her head just wasn’t in it, causing her to almost botch a few moves. Meanwhile in the back, Chris Jericho had come back from showering after his match and walked to production to help carry out the rest of the show. When he arrived he saw the panicked faces of Matthew, Nicholas and TK. Just as he looked at the screen, he saw Noa nearly botched another move. He watched her more closely and saw the dead look in her eyes. She seemed turned off mentally. Chris turned to look at the 3 men again.

“Someone wanna tell me what the fuck is up with Noa? She had this shit perfect at practice today, what the hell happened!” Chris spoke. Anna, who happened to come from the locker room, heard the tension in Jerichos voice. She’d been with JAS long enough. She sped walked and saw Chris frustratedly tug his hair into a ponytail. Anna slowly made her way closer to Chris and the production table.

“You know what’s up with her Jay?” Chris asks looking down at Anna. Anna bit her lip. TK tried to say something but couldn’t speak.

“I swear to god someone better fucking tell me!” Chris says. Without realizing it, Noa had already won the match and walked through the curtain.

“Jeff cheated on me and got Dori pregnant.” Noa says emotionlessly. Chris spun around and looked at Noa. Her eyes were drained of her color and she looked exhausted.

“Excuse me?” Chris asks flabbergasted.

“You heard me Chris.” Noa says looking around at the small crowd that was looking at her.

“Go about your business people. I’ll go about mine” Noa says addressing everyone. Everyone quickly looked away and went back to their jobs.

“I’m gonna go shower and head back to the hotel. Youll be ready for the hotel Anna?” Noa says starting to walk off.

“Yea” Anna says going to catch up with her.

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When the girls got back to the hotel, it was very quiet. Noa didn’t really want to talk about what happened. She wanted it put out of her mind. She loved Jeff, she loved their baby…she missed their baby. Postpartum hadn’t been kind to Noa. She was numb for a long time, not having much emotion. Just as she was medically cleared to wrestle again, did she start feeling more like herself. She knew she’d being Jeff as he continued to just do his job. He spent maybe a week with Noa when she had the miscarriage but after telling TK about her depression, he gave her some more time. Now after being cleared this shit happens.

‘I’ll never catch a break’ bounced around in Noas mind.

Anna ordered them some food and tried to act like it would be just a regular night after an evening in the ring. It seemed to help a little but Noa still wouldnt really talk. Sure, here and there a few phrases, mostly manners, but nothing else.

EVP1- I found about 5 minutes before you came to gorilla that Dori was really pregnant. I’d never try to hide that from you.

Noa- like you hid the rumors about them.

EVP1- do you know how much shit me and Nicholas and TK deal with, there’s many rumors milling around, im sorry I didn’t babysit your bf while you were gone.

Noa- oh fuck off Matt.

EVP1- Noa.

Noa- no fuck off Matt. This whole EVP thing has gone straight to your damn head outside of kayfabe. The Matt I know doesn’t hide shit from me. He tells me every little thing.

Noa turned off her notifications and plugged in her phone. Anna watched as Noa had emotions running through her body language. That’s when Anna got a message from Matt talking about what just happened. Anna silently sighed. Noa didn’t need stress. She didn’t need any of this. Oh how Anna wished this was just some storyline or fucked up dream for Noa.

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[imaginesmai]

Date night gone wrong - Jax Teller

Whaaaaat? Is it really me here, after a more than a year hiding in the dark? I don’t know, not sure I’m not hallucinating yet. Please forgive this shitty one-shot and my abscence, it’s been a... year. Like, a changing year for me. So excuse me while I drop this fic here and try to be as active as I can from now on.

Plot: Jax is stabbed and you have to stitch him up.

Rain rattled on the roof like a million needles, making it impossible to hear your own heart. If you could, you guessed it would be concerning. Not the type of heartbeat a healthy person had, but more like a person on the verge of a panic attack. Every breath you took was harder than the last one, and your hands shook so bad it took you at least ten attempts to thread the needle.  

“Y/N” he whispered; his hand warm against yours. “You need to relax. It’s fine. We’re fine”

Jax had been saying that since you found you made it to the garage, and then to his room. He had probably been saying it since it happened, but the rain felt like a gunfire, and you weren’t sure how long had it been. You were already in a familiar place, with the United States of America’s flag behind you, and the cigarette-stained sheets in the corner.

It didn’t matter how many times he said it, or how many times you nodded. It wasn’t fine.

“I’m trying” you chocked down, another round of tears dangerously close. “I’m trying, Jax. But – but I’ve never done this, and you’re bleeding a lot, and I don’t – what if I hurt you? What if –?”

“You can do it, you’ve done it before. It’s not too deep, just a few stiches. You’ve done it –“

“Yeah, but never on you!” you finally met his eyes, kind and soft, and he smiled.

His hand was warm, which meant he was still alive and it wasn’t too bad, and you tried to focus on that. Because you had done it before and, objectively, it was not a deep wound. Just a gash that needed stiches, which you had to do. Other members of the club had been stabbed, even shot, before, and you had stitched them up together. A few rooms from that one, you could have already knitted a sweater with all the thread from giving stitches.

But he had been stabbed right in front you. As you left the dinner, holding hands and looking at each other. He had been stabbed in the gut and was bleeding all over the nice, clean sheets, over your beautiful summer dress. He was bleeding too much blood.

“Then pretend I’m someone else. But you’ve to do it, darling” he said. Jax was talking calmly, never loosing the smile, but you could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. “I trust you”

“I know”

You took a deep breath and put your hand close to his wound. His traveled to your hair and shoulder, giving you a soft squeeze. He was laying down on his bed, and you were kneeling on the floor, your face close to his side. From up close, his wound looked bad, but you had seen worse. You were used to it, you thought you were.

But one thing was seeing Chibs or Oppie, and other thing was him. Your friend, your support. Your boyfriend, your old man. Your Jax.

“I’m gonna start now” you announced, putting the needle on the position. “You sure you don’t wanna bit something?”

“And miss a chance to impress a pretty girl like you?”

He made you smile and, while he was distracted, you started with the first stitch. It was always the hardest. Jax squeezed his eyes shut and grunted. His body moved, but you were ready, so you held him down and kept going.  

Rain kept falling and it was soothing, because you were sure you couldn’t have endured his screams. There were no sedatives or pain medication, because you hadn’t need them for a while. Now, you wished you had been more cautious.  

“Hold on. Just a little longer, hold on” you told him, not sure he was even listening. “You’re doing great. A little longer, love. You’re doing great”

You repeated that mantra as, one by one, you started to close stitches across his wound. Once you started, it was easy to continue. You just had to tell yourself a couple of times that the chest you were holding down didn’t belong to Jax, that his voice was just another one, and that the blood that covered you didn’t matter.

It worked, but it didn’t stop the tears from running down your cheeks. Every now and then, Jax would notice and try to reassure you, before another scream left his lips. You knew it was better to just get it done, so you tried to be as quick as possible as you remembered the previous hours.

After a lovely dinner in a new restaurant in Charming, Jax had taken you for a walk. It was hot and you decided to walk back home, only for being stopped a few minutes later in a lonely street. What seemed like a robbery quickly turned wrong, since Jax too out his gun and stabbed in the side before the attacker ran away with your purse.

Jax hadn’t noticed your purse was missing, you were sure; because if he had, he wouldn’t be here voluntarily.

“Almost finished” you whispered eventually. You put the needle away and started cleaning the remaining blood. “You with me?”

“Mostly” he replied with a hoarse voice. “Too soon to ask for a second date?”

“You’re an idiot” you scoffed. “Don’t move, I need to bandage that”

He didn’t answer, just closed his eyes. Once you were finished, with the stained towels on the bin and cleaning bandaged on his sides, you moved to the head of the bed and sat down close to him. Finally, he had a peaceful expression, and your heartbeat started following a normal rhythm.

You always marveled at how beautiful his face was. As kids, he was always the pretty boy at school, and once the girls started getting interested in him, you tried to put some distance. Maybe it was because, as teenagers, you didn’t have the emotional capacity to admit you liked him, or maybe it was the fact that he didn’t turn any of that attention away. It only lasted a couple of years, and then you went back to being friends. Shortly after that, you shared your first kiss in Gemma’s office.

Now, as his official old lady, you could stare at that beautiful face as long as you wanted.

“You’re being creepy” he opened an eye, and gave you a tired smile. “But since you’re pretty, I guess I can let you inside my bed”

“I didn’t expect less, considering I saved your life”

You didn’t wait for another invitation. Just as he moved an arm, you crawled against his good side and pressed a kiss to his face. The stubble ticked your lips, and his hand, always ready, sneaked around your waist to reach lower parts of your body.

“You’re not getting anything but rest, love. Doctor’s orders”

“And here I thought I made a good first-date impression” he complained.

Still, a few minutes later, his chest started moving slower until he fell asleep, with you in his arms. Maybe the next day, you could worry about many other things. You would have to tell him about your purse and he would have to talk to the club so they can find the attacker. The peaceful bubble you had been living in lately would be busted, because you doubted it was just a robbery.

But for that night, you could just admire his beautiful face and enjoy the feeling of his warm body wrapped around you.

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[thisreadswhatever]

Anything For The Club: Part Four

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[description]: jax teller x fem!reader, nero padilla x fem!reader, oc characters x fem!reader

[wordcount]: 1.2k+

[summary]: Things start heating up after you receive a threatening phone call.

[series cw]: 18+ minors do not interact! female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail

Nero spent the next few hours poking fun at your office escapades, highly amused at the whole thing. It wasn’t the first time you and Jax had fucked in your office, but the first time everyone realised it was happening when you were in the act. You continued to work as usual, and The Club headed out for some business. 

You were trying to avoid Mandy and her questions about the letter as best as you could, so you decided to spend the rest of the evening on the front desk, greeting clients and assisting the girls in assigning their rooms. 

The front desk was always easy going. The phones never really rang in Diosa, only the occasional caller interested in opening times or room availability. So when the phone did ring, you always had the girls answer it. Sofia was one of the front desk staff who had been working at Diosa for only a few weeks now, she was young, blonde and always overly cheerful to everyone she met. She answered the call, before turning to look at you, holding the phone against her chest to avoid the caller from hearing her speak. “It’s for you, y/n. Says we are overdue on an invoice for maintenance services.” 

“It’s almost midnight, they’re calling about a payment now?” Sofia shrugged her shoulders, and extended the phone to you. You took it from her, and placed it to your ear.

“Y/N speaking, can I help you?” 

“Ah, just the voice I wanted to hear.”

You instantly recognised his voice from the night before. You felt goosebumps cover your whole body and a sickening feeling twisted in your gut. You shifted away from the incoming clientele, trying to avoid any eavesdroppers hearing you. 

“Why the fuck are you calling here? If I wasn’t clear enough, you and your crew are no longer welcome at Diosa”, you were hostile in tone despite the fact you were whispering. 

“Relax, sweetheart. Only wanted to ask you on a date.” 

“Listen asshole, I’m not interested. Don’t ever call this number again.” You slammed the phone in the holder, but your hand never left it. You stood there, hand on the phone hook, frozen in shock at the audacity of this man. He was taunting you, first the letter, now this? What the fuck did he want? 

The phone rang again and you answered it briskly, “I just told you to not fucking-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen. Otherwise your pretty President is going away for a long time.”

You didn’t respond. 

“Good girl. You can take instructions after all. Now listen to me carefully. Tomorrow you’re gonna be at the diner just outside of Charming, Highway 23. Tell a member of SAMCRO and they all go to prison for exchanging AK’s across the Mexican border. This ain’t a bluff. If you aren’t there tomorrow, Jax and his shitty little club goes down for life. Do you understand me?”

You wanted to respond, but you couldn’t get your mouth to move. You were utterly broken in shock, with no repair in sight. 

“Do you understand me?” he repeated. 

“Yes.” 

“Good girl. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Wear a sexy dress for me.” 

The line hung up. 

Fear had frozen you solid to your core, a feeling you hadn’t ever experienced before. Nothing usually scared you. Until now. 

“Who was that?” Nero appeared behind you, making you jump. He placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning in to meet your eyes, “Easy ese, are you good?”  

You swallowed back the lump that had forged in your throat. “An overdue invoice I forgot to settle. I’ll figure it out tomorrow.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. 

“At this time of night? Who's the bill for?” You really didn’t need Nero’s interrogation right now. 

“Maintenance. Guess they really need their money.” 

“If there’s somethin’ you’re not telling me.. I can’t help you if I don’t know. We’re partners, remember?”

“Everything’s fine. Can you lock up again tonight? Jax left his keys and can’t get into the house.” 

He narrowed his eyes, not buying the story you were pushing. “Get back to Jax, I can handle it tonight.” “Thanks, Nero.” 

You practically ran out of Diosa, fumbling with your keys as your hands couldn’t keep up with your brain. As you drove home, you kept replaying his words in your head. He must want money, you told yourself. Why else would this guy be so up your ass? What was he getting out of threatening the club? 

You recalled what Nero had told you last night, Vagos was a crew involved with the cartels south of the border. You didn’t doubt with those connections that he could have dirt to bring down The Club. You figured he must’ve seen Diosa and thought The SONS were raking it in, and he must want a piece of that. It still didn’t make sense why he would want you to be the cash mule, when it was known old lady’s had nothing to do with club business. The Club couldn’t get you out of this one, and you sure as hell couldn’t tell Jax.

Your ears were still ringing from his words, Club goes down for life. You weren’t ever going to let that happen. 

You were hoping you were home early enough that Jax would still be at the clubhouse. As you pulled on the drive, you saw the hallway light was on, and he was home. 

You signed to yourself, “fuck.”

You weren't sure how you could see him without him realising something was going on. Jax could read your face from a mile away. 

When you got into the house, he was at the kitchen table, shirt off and covered in oil, as he wrote in his journal. He was surprised to see you, smiling ear to ear. “Hey darlin’, what are you doing home so early?” He stood from the table and embraced you, kissing you like you hadn’t been sprawled across your office desk for him that same afternoon. 

“Quiet night. Nero said he could handle it.” 

He peered down at you in his arms, before kissing you on the head. “I’m glad you’re back now, I was just finishing up and then gonna shower. Wanna join me? Round two?” He grinned at you and rubbed his nose against yours.

“Actually, Jax, I’m pretty tired. I was just hoping to get to bed.” 

He pulled from your embrace, holding you at arms length, searching your face for what was wrong.

“Something’s up with you.” 

You were pleading with his eyes for him to let it go. “I just don’t feel great. I’m fine.” It felt so wrong lying to him.  

He didn’t let up, eyes completely locked with yours as he stood back. “What aren’t you telling me?” 

You shook your head, hoping you could sell your lies well enough for him to back off. “Nothing, Jax. I’m okay. Just had a long few days and I’m kinda run down. But I’m okay, trust me.” 

He pulled you in again, pressing your face against his chest, your cheek rubbing against his warm chest.

“Alright, I'll join you in a bit.”

You stood on your toes to reach his face, planting a kiss on his lips.

“Love you.” 

“Love you more, darlin’.”

You hastily walked to the bedroom and shut the door behind you. He could see straight through you. He knew you were hiding something, he just couldn’t figure out what it was you were keeping from him. 

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part five

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Riding With Angels

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Request by: @justreblogginfics​ Scenario #1 Decorating the tree Dialogue #4: "I know we said no presents this year but..."

A/N: Okay so I’m either 2 months late for a holiday fic OR 10 months early... you decide lol. If you know me, you know I can’t write anything without making it angsty. This can be read as a standalone but is meant to be a continuation of Home. Thank you for submitting this... I had a really great time brainstorming this up and writing it!!!

Word Count: 4.1k words

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Cursing, angst, mentions of death, car/motorcycle accidents. Canon-level angst. 

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc (happy to add anyone to any future SOA fics!)

The atmosphere had everything going for it to be the perfect holiday evening. There was Christmas music playing lightly in the background, the kids and you had baked cookies and attempted to make gingerbread houses during the day. You had started to hang up some string lights throughout the windows in the house, but currently you were staring at the tree. Abel was dancing around the fake pine roping tinsel around it as Thomas was picking through the storage bin of Christmas items with likely no thoughts but what would taste good. It was a picture perfect moment, but you couldn’t help but miss Jax. You hoped the kids didn’t feel the absence of their father as much as you did but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. A little hand tugged at your shirt, the motion caused you to shake yourself from your thoughts and look down at Abel. 

“When’s daddy coming home?” 

The question left a weight on you. Your eyes moved over to the clock that sat above the entryway table. 8:17PM. It was technically still early, you thought, even though you knew you were kidding yourself. You always found yourself in this position, waiting on Jax. You were brought back to reality when the doorbell rang. 

“Daddy will hopefully be home soon, baby.” You picked him up to offer a little bit of comfort to the kid before making your way to the door. 

“Is that him?” Abel said as the doorknob turned. Gemma appeared through the door with her keys in hand. “Grandma!” he called out and wiggled out of your grip. 

Gemma hugged the boy as he collided with her while you went to grab Thomas to say hello. 

“Sorry to drop by unexpectedly,” Gemma said as she made her way to the living room. 

“Are you?” You subtly snapped. 

Gemma looked at you with annoyance and a little shock in her eyes. It wasn’t like you to act like that, while you had your opinions on Gemma, especially after reading John Teller’s manuscript, you never showed your cards to her. It honestly had nothing to do with being scared of her, which is what Gemma probably thought, it had to do with the kids, with Jax, the family you built together and the plans you and Jax had for the future, not showing your true thoughts and feelings was for that reason only. And even with all of that in mind, you did love the woman, just not her choices in life. But at this moment, you were taking out your anger on Jax and the club on Gemma. 

You quickly responded “I’m sorry, I’m in a mood.” 

“Rare for you.” The statement usually would have been sarcastic out of the older woman’s mouth but she meant it, because you always were able to put on a face. Before you could continue to talk, Abel was dragging both you and Gemma into the living room begging for you to help with the tree decorating. 

Your eyes were focused on the dish in front of you. It was sparkling clean but you were scrubbing furiously as a way to get your frustration out. The kids were in the living room still with Gemma, you weren’t sure if they were still decorating the tree or had moved on to something else, but as long as Gemma had them under her supervision, your mind couldn’t bring itself to focus on that. You took the opportunity to be by yourself and be upset, you didn’t like showing that to the kids, between that and everything with Gemma you felt like there were rare and few times in between that you could be your true self. If anything, Jax was really the only person you were your true self with and with him being MIA more often than not these days made you feel like you were losing a part of yourself. Which is why you were taking it out on the dishes. You hated the fact you were losing yourself over a boy. And yes, you understood it was deeper than that. It wasn’t just a boy. It was your family. But nothing took the sting of that away. 

“Looks pretty clean to me.” Gemma’s voice sounded from behind you.

You took a large sigh and looked back at her over your shoulder. “Where are the kids?”

“Playing in the living room, Abel wanted to wait till Jax came home to finish the tree.” Gemma said, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. 

You mumbled under your breath, something that Gemma didn’t hear but she definitely understood what was happening.

“You gonna keep sulking or tell me what’s on that pretty lil mind of yours.”

You kept your mouth shut and moved back to a different dish in the sink, you weren’t going to entertain her on this because she wasn’t approaching the situation from a place with care, she was being nosy. 

“You know that ring on your finger doesn’t change anything.” 

And apparently now she was being mean. You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes moved down to your left hand where the silver engagement band glistened under the running water. 

“It’s the same Jax. Same club. Same ways of working. There’s gonna be late nights, sweetheart, that’s why you’re here, for the kids, for the house, you keep the foundation solid and they bring the money home for you to keep things solid. The ring doesn’t change that, if anything it makes it more prevalent.”

Boiling. Your blood was boiling. Now your thoughts of losing yourself were being taunted by the thought of being just a housewife, just someone’s old lady. 

Gemma might have been right in her time, even if the irony of the fact that she had never been one to sit on the sidelines, she might as well be patched with the sway she had on the men in the club, Jax included. 

“You realize you’re lecturing me because I’m upset Jax wasn’t here to decorate the tree with his kids.”  You turned to her, you started out the night giving her attitude and you weren’t going to stop now. “You talk about keeping this solid,” you waved your hands around the room, “how do I do that when my kids are asking about Jax all day long?”

“Your kids?” Gemma smiled.

You turned around again back to facing the sink and shook your head. “Why do you start these conversations when you just want to argue, your goal in this is to just come out on top. Those ARE my kids, Gemma. I feed them, I spend my days with them, my nights with them, I placed them in the best schools, best daycares, they call me mom for fucks sake.”

Gemma walked over to you, in a Teller attempt to apologize and clarify herself. 

“Those ARE your kids.” She said, “It’s just shocking to hear you say it.” 

“Shocking?” you turned realizing now, how close she was to you. 

“You’re very hard to read, you know.” She cocked an eyebrow up. 

That made you laugh, “I know what you’re saying, about keeping things solid, but you out of all people should know that it's different when they’re at the position they’re in. I’m not just a Son’s old lady. I’m the VPs old lady. I’m Jax Teller’s old lady.” 

“You aren’t just marrying the man, baby. You’re marrying the club.” 

Those words weighed heavy on you. You weren’t marrying the club. You and Jax had long conversations about leaving the club which is why you were feeling how you felt. Everything felt backwards, he was spending long nights doing club things, it seemed like he was getting deeper in the club when he was promising you that he was getting out. But in Gemma’s eyes that was fact so you quickly flipped a switch. 

“You’re right, sorry Gem. Just the holidays and stuff make it harder, you know.” You shrugged and dried your hands off. 

“C’mon, let’s get back to the boys.” Gemma tried to move past this whole conversation like nothing happened. 

“I’m gonna make myself a cup of coffee, I’ll meet you there in a minute.” You said with the best smile you could. 

You made your way to the kitchen table with your cup of coffee. Slamming your head against the table seemed like a viable option right now, but instead you opted to rub your temples. 

The door opened, causing your head to jerk up to see who it was. Even though there was only one person left who it could be, it was still surprising to see Jax at the door. Opie was behind him, both of them looking like they had the longest night of their life. Abel’s voice filled the entire house as he screamed in joy. 

“DADDY!!!!” His little feet making quick stomping noises as they darted toward his father. 

A smile grew on Jax’s face immediately, he bent down to catch Abel in his arms. At this point, Jax was already past the opening in the entryway that led to the kitchen, leaving you unnoticed in the kitchen. 

“Someone was waiting for you to come home so you could decorate the tree.” Gemma’s voice was low but you heard it. Your anger boiled in your throat again, that wasn’t for Gemma to tell, that was for you to tell, but you didn’t even get greeted in your own home yet so what did you honestly expect. 

Opie looked into the kitchen, his eyes taking in the scene of you. Clocking your frustration straight away, he called to Jax and nodded his head into the kitchen. Jax’s head peaked in and his expression dropped seeing you at the table. With a deep sigh, he entered the kitchen. 

“You want a cup of coffee?” Your feet were pushing up from your seat and making their way to the coffee machine before you could think, you knew that one hug from Jax and you’d be pushed over yet again. 

“I wanted to say hello to my wife.” You could hear how he was trying to work you in the tone of his voice. 

“Fiancé.” You corrected him and handed him a mug. 

His eyebrows raised, and a smirk played on his face. “I stand corrected.” A hand moved up in surrender while the other one gripped the coffee mug. 

You could hear Gemma and the boys playing together and Opie’s voice with them too. Now that was rare. Opie barely played with his own kids let alone Jax’s, which got you going down the rabbit hole of what that meant and how if Jax’s best friend could so easily dive back into the club after being so against it, was that what was happening with Jax. 

“What’s going on with you?” He asked genuinely. 

“What’s not going on, Jax? It’s fucking Christmas time and you’re barely home,” you paused to whisper your next sentence, “you told me you were done with this shit and now you’re deeper in than ever and you’re pushing me out, I don’t know anything that’s happening.” 

Jax understood your pain, but he wasn’t going to subject you to the club dramatics, he knew what he had to do to get out and he was doing it, despite what it might have looked like. 

“I’m sticking to our plan” His voice was firm. 

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Our plan.” You laughed like that actually meant something. 

“Darlin’.” He was getting annoyed but trying to meet you halfway or somewhere.

“No, Jax. This isn’t something you can just sweet talk your way out of. This is our fucking life.” 

“Do you trust me?” He said, stepping towards you. 

“Less and less everyday.” You said truthfully and it pained his heart but he did understand. “But, yes. I do.” 

Jax peered into the living room, seeing Gemma in deep conversation with Opie. 

“You out of all people should know why I can’t just leave, why I have to leave everything in a good place. This was the last thing my dad had. I didn’t get a house or some real estate investment when he died,  this is what he left me. The club was his and I can’t just let it die because I want out.”

There was so much to argue with what he said, you read that manuscript and even though JT had blueprinted a way for the club to earn legit, you also knew that he ended it wanting to burn it all down. Jax believed that was just a desperate man angry at the world who knew he was on borrowed time, but you knew it was the writing of a man who had exhausted every option. The only reason you didn’t have it in you to say that to Jax was because you got it. This was what bonded you two. This was how you met and got to talking all those years ago…bonding over dead fathers and the irony of how they both had gone from motorcycle accidents. That day you met in the Harley shop, you both stood in the plaque aisle getting something to honor them. The very thing that glued you two together was the very thing tearing you apart.

You understood the pain of trying to live in their honor, do things to carry out their legacy. In fact, it was probably why you were so eager to get out of this horror of a town. But the same very thing is what was keeping Jax here. 

“I know I didn’t know JT, but, I can’t imagine he’d want you drowning, Jax. Exhausting your options is exactly what he did, there becomes a point where you have to recognize that before you end up like both of our fathers...” 

“Riding with Angels.” He finished your sentence looking at the two plaques that had brought you two together that hung in the kitchen. “That’s not gonna happen. Please, that’s why Opie’s here, I briefed him on everything tonight, I’m gonna give him JT’s book and just it’s gonna be fine, I need you to believe that.” Jax was begging you. 

Looking into his eyes, you saw he needed that faith. You thought back to what Gemma had said, that you need to be solid, be the foundation and keep things stable at home. Hating to admit it, but she was right. Even though she had no clue what was truly happening, she was right. And you hated that. 

But there was nothing you could do, and that’s what you hated even more. 

Feeling defeated, you stepped towards him, letting your hand raise and sit on the left side of his kutte, your fingers lightly swiping over the redwood original patch. Slowly your hand moved down to  grip his arm that was holding the coffee mug, your gaze moved up to his eyes, blue as ever, you wished you could get lost in them like you used to, before looking into Jax’s eyes felt like euphoria, it felt like young and wild passion, but lately it felt like you were drowning, looking into them was like a high tide pulling you back in deeper and deeper each time until you were drowning. And they did, because as you looked into them, you gave up and let the waves of baby blue take you in. “Tell your mom to go home, give Opie the manuscript, and decorate the tree with me and the kids.” You demanded those three things, if you were going to give him another chance you at least needed to feel like you were in charge. “I’ll be in the bedroom, waiting, I can’t look at either of them right now.” 

Truthfully, you would have said that about anyone associated with the club. You felt defeated, broken, and like you had lost the biggest game of tug o war. Realizing the club took priority over you was a reality that slapped you across the face every time and looking at Gemma and Opie was just pouring salt into that wound.

He tried to smile down at you, trying to offer compassion even though truthfully he was glad that a fight didn’t escalate and he had the opportunity to show you he had everything under control.

You escaped to the bedroom, not even glancing up to Opie and Gemma as you walked down the hallway, their eyes were burning into you but still you didn’t even look through your peripheral vision. 

As you stood in your shared bedroom, part you thought to pack your shit up and leave, you could go through the window, take only what you needed and just leave it all behind. You stared at the open closet where your suitcase sat, it was covered by Jax’s duffel, the irony behind it all. Before you could have a thought more, you felt a tug at your pants. As you looked down into the little eyes that were staring back up at you, every thought of leaving escaped you. There was a slight giggle out of his mouth as he tucked his head into you. A pang of guilt hit you for a moment, that you even thought about leaving. If Jax’s eyes were the high tide drowning you, Abel’s were the breath of fresh air to save you. 

“Daddy says to come out to the tree.” The boy hid his face again with a giggle.

“Oh, really? Are we going to finish decorating it all together?” You asked bending down to his level. 

“He said Santa gave him something to give to you.” 

“Santa, huh? I can’t believe daddy knows Santa!” You teased the boy, he laughed and pulled your arm because he seemed eager to see what it was. “Come on, let’s go.” You said picking him up and walking out to the living room. 

Jax had been placing ornaments on the tree with Thomas who was trying to pull them off. 

“I hear Santa gave you a gift for me.” Your voice had changed, it wasn’t as lively as it was when you talked with Abel but it also wasn’t as rigid as when you were talking to Jax. Somewhere in the middle of that was where you were now. 

Jax smiled, and bent down to grab a black bag that was under the tree. "I know we said no presents this year but...Santa doesn’t listen.” Jax smirked as he handed the package over to you. “Santa also didn’t have time to wrap it.” He smiled, his grin was shit eating and if he didn’t have Thomas in his arms you would have pushed him back slightly but you just shook your head and took the black bag in your free hand, the one that didn’t have Abel. 

It was a pretty big package, decently heavy. You placed Abel down, he started decorating the tree, handing ornaments up to Jax and Thomas as you stared at the bag. 

“You gonna open it or what?” Jax asked, still grinning. 

“Open it! Open it!” Abel jumped up and down. 

With a deep sigh you grabbed what was inside the black bag to find another bag around whatever the item was. This bag however, was clear with the words ‘EVIDENCE’ printed across it. There was some writing on the white printed square on the front of the bag. A frown filled your face, a fucking evidence bag? What was Jax thinking? Your eyes scanned over the bag reading the red marker notes. 

April 28th, 1994 Highway 99 Marker 78 TOD: 11:37

This was all the information of when your father died, your heart started beating faster as you started to come to terms with what this was. Your hand opened the evidence bag and met the fabric from inside. The feeling of the worn leather and patches felt like the cure you needed. It sent something over your entire body. Just when you thought that nothing could beat this feeling, you took it out of the bag. The smell of your father’s cologne was still faint on the fabric but strong as it hit your nose. The tears built up as you let the evidence bag fall to the ground and the leather jacket fully drop open. The brown leather was so worn, it had seen a lot over the years of your father wearing it, many highways, many states. The patches each had a story of their own. Most of them coming from the different states he had traveled to, Nevada, Texas, Arizona and more. Some to honor his time in the military and service to the county. Some just for decoration, a skeleton’s middle finger, a bear with it’s teeth showing, a compass. Then your hand passed over the patch you gifted him when you were a kid. #1 Dad. It was worn, more worn than you had remembered, but that’s when you saw the scuff from the accident. It had ended where the #1 Dad patch was, expanding across a large amount of other ones, making them have loose stitching where the leather was scratched. The pavement probably ripping the threads from them off as he slid against it from the accident. It offered you a bit of closure, seeing how it all happened. You had begged the police department for more information besides a crash, the report you saw didn’t even have an officer sketch of the accident and since foul play was a potential factor, they had kept all the evidence. You gave up years ago trying to get the evidence from lockup, but somehow it was sitting in your hands right now. 

Looking up from jacket, your eyes blurry from tears, you stared at Jax. 

“How?” It was the only word you could get out of your mouth. 

Jax placed Thomas on the ground to crawl around, and turned up the Christmas music so it would be harder for them to hear what he was gonna say. 

“Unser owed me one. He was able to pull a few strings at the Stockton State Trooper station. That’s why I was home late tonight, Ope and I went to pick it up and got stuck in traffic on the 99, construction shit.” 

You were in awe. After everything you tried, after all these years, you had his jacket in your hand, you had closure in your heart, something that almost felt unreal. 

“Unser has the police report, the real one. Figured you’d want the choice to look at it,” he started to explain, “that and it wasn’t up for civilian grabs.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Thought the jacket would be more of a heartwarming gift. There’s something in the inside pocket, too. Pictures. I didn’t look through them, I just wanted to make sure it was really it, based on what you’ve told me.” 

“Jax–I,” you had no words, you brought your hands up to wipe the tears from your eyes. 

“Why is mommy crying?” Abel said trying to raise his voice over the music. 

“Santa got me a really good gift, Abel.” You said looking directly into Jax’s eyes. “Something she’d been asking for for a long long time.” 

“Does that mean Santa is going to get me a skateboard this year?” Abel asked excitedly. 

You and Jax both let out a laugh, yours was cutting through the tears. “Thank you. So much.” You mouthed to him, it was all you could offer up with how much emotion you were feeling. 

Jax just shook his head with a nod, like it was nothing, a simple favor but he knew how much it meant to you.

“Come on, let’s finish decorating this tree.” Jax’s voice got higher as he spoke to the kids, picking Abel up to get the candy cane ornament near the top of the tree.

After placing the jacket safely on the couch for now, you picked Thomas up, so the 4 of you could all be at eye level. You looked over at Jax who was laughing about something with Abel. The music had changed, one of your favorite Christmas songs playing in the background. As the latest laugh left Jax’s mouth, his eye caught yours and he looked at you. Like really looked at you.

The blue eyes you were staring at weren’t trying to drown you in that moment anymore, they had a tint of hope and glimmer in them. You didn’t feel like the tide was trying to bring you in, you felt like maybe they were saving you. So for what you told yourself would be the last time, you forgave Jax, and more importantly you believed Jax. Because he had proven to do the impossible tonight for you, he must have been able to do it again for your family. Right?

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