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Chalk Drawings

Happy Lowman & Juice Ortiz & Platonic!Reader Jax Teller & Teller!Sister Reader Opie Winston x Teller!Sister Reader

Day 22 from these April Prompts: Chalk Drawings

Summary: When Happy and Juice are on protection duty and the AC is broken you and the kids take to the outside to escape the sweaty prison that’s Jax’s house as you wait for your brother and partner to come home. 

Words: 1.9k 

A/N: I’ve been having a rough couple of days so I’m not really sure what this is but, I hope you all enjoy! lol.

Warnings: pretty fluffy (for me and my writing lol), reader has a daughter with Opie (no name given), no use of Y/N, slight angst/tension, alludes to death/murder slightly, nothing that’s not canon-level. 

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It was a beautiful summer afternoon, the sun was shining, there were fluffy clouds in the sky that were shaped like cotton candy. The only downside was that the California heat had no mercy and apparently neither did Jax’s air conditioner. It had broken early in the morning and by the afternoon the whole place felt like a sauna. Fans and open windows did nothing against the real feel of 93 degrees and there were only so many popsicles you willingly wanted to give to all the kids. This is what brought you outside on the driveway that had been covered by shade all day so it was luckily not burning hot. You had the full Winston x Teller group today, Kenny, Ellie, Abel, and your 3 year old daughter with Opie. The club was in partial lockdown due to business with the Cartel. Partial lockdown usually just meant no one was left alone, everyone who was someone had protection on them, which meant it was easier for people to stay in groups. Hence why you had all the kids right now. Gemma was out with Tara grocery shopping for the house and had taken Tig with them just to keep a close eye. This left you with Juice and Happy while Jax and Opie went on a run together with a few of the other guys. 

The sprinkler was going on the grass, something for the kids to run through if they got too hot, but currently the group of them were on the driveway drawing with chalk. Abel and Kenny had paired up leaving your daughter to rest in between your legs with a piece of chalk in her hands while Ellie sat to your left doing the same. You started doodling with one of the pieces of chalk that was scattered along the driveway to pass the time as well while Happy and Juice leaned against their bikes, keeping watch all of you. 

“You wanna get your hands dirty?” You held up the pink piece of chalk and called out to the two bikers. 

Juice was quick to smile but deny the request, his way of trying to look tough. You clocked it immediately because just yesterday he was eating a spongebob popsicle off the ice cream truck when he was the only one on your watch detail. 

“Yes I do.” Happy said instantly and eagerly as he pushed off his bike. He was quick to grab the chalk from you and begin doodling on the pavement. You thought you’d be shocked at his instant agreement to join you on the ground with the pastel art tools but surprisingly, it was exactly what you expected. Happy knelt on the pavement, one knee touching the ground while the other was being used as an armrest for the arm that wasn’t creating a chalk masterpiece. 

“C’mon Juice.”  You nodded your head to wave him over. 

“Yea, c’mon Juice!” Your daughter called out with a smile. 

You smirked at that and so did Juice as he walked over to you both. The little girl in your lap holding out the pink piece of chalk up to the biker. 

“Thanks,” His smirk not falling as he grabbed the chalk from the girl. 

“S’my favorite color.” She beamed at you and said the color’s name to show how smart she was. “Pink.” 

“It’s Juice’s too.” You teased and patted to the free space next to you as he shook his head and blushed. “Show me what you got, Juicy.” 

He started drawing stick figures, graffiti words, tribal drawings like his tattoos. 

“Can you draw me a flower?” Your daughter was quick to crawl out of your lap and sit in front of Juice. 

“I can try.” He began to try and draw some version of a flower, although it was looking more like a blob. 

“That’s not very good.” She tilted her head and frowned at it. 

You called out your daughters name, a warning to be nice although it didn’t do much. 

“Why does your hair look like that.” She asked as she drew over Juice’s flower creating her own masterpiece. 

Juice practically spit out the sip of water he just took at the girl’s question. 

“Why don’t you go see what Abel and Kenny are drawing, huh? Go ask Happy your questions.” You interrupted to give Juice a break. The girl shrugged and skipped her way over to the other group on the driveway. You knew Happy could handle the questions and would give them right back which entertained her. 

“Can you teach me how to draw that?” You heard her voice behind you as she stood over Happy’s shoulders. 

“I sure can.” He nodded and handed her the yellow piece of chalk before the sounds of the chalk hitting the pavement filled the air.

“Mommy look!” She called out and you turned to see the tons of smiley faces drawn on the ground, some smiling, some crying, some grinning. Your eyes jumped to Happy and back to the drawings a few times. No one came out and told you what Happy’s name meant, but being a Teller you had been around the clubhouse enough to see Happy hit the ring which meant seeing the array of smiley tats across his lower abdomen. It didn’t take a genius to put it together. 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or be mortified, the kids had no idea what it meant but there was a part of you that felt like there was something eerie about it. 

“Nice drawings.” Your eyebrows raised at him with a smirk as your nostrils flared. 

Happy smiled, oblivious to your sarcasm and nodded.

The sound of motorcycle engines filled the air, but there was no sign of who it was yet. Happy and Juice quick to stand up, Happy picking up your young daughter while you got up as well. He handed the girl to you before walking to the end of the driveway with Juice. As you situated the girl in your arms you began to walk near the garage door and called the rest of the kids over to you. There was a pit in your stomach, you grabbed your nephew and placed him behind you and told Kenny and Ellie to do the same as you guided them as well, using yourself as a human shield to them as you typed in the code to the garage door. 

The bikes got closer and as the sound got louder so did your thumping heart. The garage door was taking its sweet time to open, you tried your best to keep your wits about you as to not scare the kids but it was hard when Happy and Juice were reaching for there pieces. 

“Let’s play a game!” Your head snapped to the kids as the garage door opened. “Go inside and we’ll play hide-n-seek! Only rule is you MUST stay in the house. You hide and I’ll find you!” 

The kids giggled and immediately ran inside the house, your daughter wasn’t eager to leave your arms to play so you kept her in your grip, her head rested on your shoulder which soon dropped in relief as you saw the reaper on the bikes that were approaching. You recognized both bikes, your brother and Opie’s. A breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in let out and you closed your eyes in reassurance. 

Happy and Juice fell back quickly too, their relief looking a little different than your own. As both men pulled up to the curb and backed their bikes up, you started to walk down the driveway. Opie walked over to Happy and Juice likely to fill in the crew on what had just happened while Jax walked up to you. 

“You look like you just saw a ghost.” His long blond hair blew in the hot heat as his smirk grew. 

“I thought I was about to become one.” The only reason you let the joke out was because within the few minutes of your daughter being in your arms she had fallen asleep. 

He frowned and picked his hand up to tuck your daughters hair behind her ear. 

“I’ve been on edge, heard the bikes.” You shook your head and looked down. 

“We figured it all out, we’re fine, you’re safe.” His eyes jumped from yours to the girl in your arms, “all of you.” 

Jax’s eyes looked down at the concrete to see the chalk drawings on the ground, clocking the smiley faces immediately and let out a chuckle. 

“Really, Hap?” Jax called out to the man who smiled and nodded. 

At this point, Opie was walking over, his tall body standing over you in seconds as he placed a kiss on your head. 

“Hey, you okay?” His brows furrowed picking up on your tension. 

“We spooked her.” Jax teased you as he pinched your elbow. 

Opie’s eyes moved back to yours looking for confirmation. 

“I’m fine.” You argued and looked up to Opie who smiled knowing that the sibling rivalry was coming through in your short worded sentence. 

“Where the kids?” He asked still smiling. 

“Inside, I told them we’re playing hide-n-seek if you want to go find them.” You knew both men would pick up on the fact you told them to hide and probably why but before either of them could get to the bottom of why you were so on edge besides the obvious, your daughter was stirring awake. 

“Look who's here.” You whispered to her as she sat up in your arms and you turned so she could see her father. 

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice was still half asleep. 

“Hi baby.” Opie’s arms extended out so he could grab her. “I drew smileys with Happy.” She rested her head against his shoulder in an attempt to go back to sleep. Opie looked down at the pavement and then back to you. 

“She also asked Juice about his haircut.” You crossed your arms. 

“It looks funny.” She said still at a mumble causing Opie and Jax to laugh. 

“I think it does too.” Jax started to walk inside the house. “Ready or not, here I come!” He called out but you knew he was going to grab a drink and a snack from the kitchen before he started to look for the kids. 

“I guess next time we’ll keep Hap with us.” Opie teased as you both started to walk inside while the sound of Juice and Happy’s bikes started. You turned to wave goodbye to both of them before looking back at Opie as you made your way into the garage. 

“Nah, he might be insane but he’s good with the kids and having him around actually puts me at ease.” 

“If this is you at ease, I’d hate to see you tense.” Opie teased you again as the garage door closed. 

“Why don’t you and this jelly bean here go look for the kids.” Your arms still crossed as your eyes rolled. 

“You wanna go find Abel, Ellie, and Kenny?” Opie bounced up and down to wake up his daughter. “I’ll give you a popsicle if you find them all.” His voice raised as he incentivized the girl who was suddenly wide awake. 

“Let’s go!!!” She kicked as he placed her down and she hit the ground running. “C’mon Mom, let’s go!!!” She called out to you. 

Opie smirked and threw his arm around you, “yea, let’s go.” 

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Would anyone be interested in reading a fanfiction that I want to write? It will be a Sons of Anarchy story. If so, please like or reblog. :) 18+ years old only, please!

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Beautiful | Jax Teller 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Winston!Reader 

Request: No. Find original here -

Synopsis: Jax takes his old lady out for the night.  

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, swearing, talks of body parts, mentions of dressing and undressing. This was originally a Song-fic. H/C - Hair Color. E/C - Eye Color

Word Count: 2,186

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Jax beams as he watches the woman he's madly in love with hurry around their bedroom, dressed in her black lace bra and panties set, that just so happens to be his favorite, oblivious to him standing there, focused on trying to decide what to wear. His eyes scan her body, stopping on her ass, admiring his third favorite part of her body. 

He never imagined falling in love with Y/N Winston, the younger sister of his best friend, but something changed when she left for college. When Y/N left Charming for college, she was just Opie's annoying little sister; but, when she returned four years later, it seemed as though she had completely changed. She was now a woman, not a girl. 

Y/N settles on a pair of skintight black jeans and a flowing deep crimson tank top. On the bed, she has her leather jacket that he gifted her for her 21st birthday, laying next to her jeans.  She eventually catches him standing there as she slides her legs into her jeans.  She pulls on her top as he enters the bedroom, a bit disappointed that his second favorite part of her body was now also hidden from him. 

After giving him a short kiss, she walks over to her dresser and gathers up her make up bag and hair brush. "I thought we were going to meet up at the clubhouse?" 

"Church got out a little early," he muttered, his eyes following her as she entered the ensuite connected to their bedroom. He observes her brushing her H/C hair as he leans against the door frame. 

When she put down her hairbrush, he closed the gap between coming up behind her so they're back to chest. He slides his arms around her waist, his fingertips caressing the flesh on her left hip where his crow was inked before resting his hands on her stomach and kissing the side of her head. "I figured I'd be a gentleman and come pick up my old lady." 

"You'll be driving the cage," she quips as she looks at him through the mirror.  

"I know," He smiles looking back at her, his baby blues meeting her E/C eyes. He takes a step back from her as she starts to apply her makeup. 

They got it confirmed last week that Y/N is pregnant again, after speculating that she was a few days before hand. Aside from not being able to ride bitch right now, they haven't told anyone about the pregnancy yet. Being just nine weeks along, they choose to hold off until the second trimester, when the risk of miscarriage is significantly lower. The first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 11 weeks, and it wasn't only them who were devastated by it. 

Despite the fact that they are quite certain their family aren't buying into the excuse, they used her being sober driver as an explanation for her abstinence from drinking and riding on the back of Jax's motorcycle. They noticed Gemma, Opie's, Piney's and even Clay's suspicious looks when she would deny a drink or avoid being on the of a motorcycle. Y/N could tell Gemma was the most suspicious and that she was picking up on more than just those two things. 

Once Y/N has finished applying her makeup, she exits the bathroom to retrieve her jacket and put it on, with Jax close behind. 

"How do I look?" She asks as she slowly spins around, flaunting her appearance. 

He closes the gap between them once again, encircling his arms around her waist and planting a scorching kiss to her lips. He smiles as she responds kissing him just as heated as he was.  Nobody else has ever made him feel the way he does when he kisses Y/N. He knows he had the same effect on her as she always left him out of breath. He knew this because of the small moment after their kiss when her eyes remained closed and her lips pouted. 

Before letting her go, he quickly kisses her and doesn't say anything as he leads her to the car, locking the front door on their way out of the house. 

"I never answered your question," he says as he opens the passenger door for her but blocks her from entering the vehicle. She looks at him puzzled. "You look fuckin' beautiful," he whispers as he kisses her lips again before helping her into the car before getting in himself and driving to the SAMCRO clubhouse. 

When Jax pulls into the lot, the music is already booming from the speakers, there is already a strong odor of weed and cigarettes in the air, and beer bottles and cigarette butts are scattered all over the ground. He exits the car as Y/N gets out and meets him at the front of the car. He smiles as she slips her smaller hand into his larger one and laces their fingers together. As they enter the clubhouse, he brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses the back of it. 

As soon as they are inside, surrounded by patches, friends of the clubs, old ladies, sweet butts and crow eaters, Jax let's go of her hand and placed his arm around her waist pulling her into his side. A few people stared and scoffed at them, he was unable to control the smirk that grew on his lips. The women envious of Y/N and the men who aren't members of the club wishing they were him. 

Jax orders drinks from the prospect behind the bar before noticing Tig and Chibs sitting nearby. He leans close to Y/N to talks to her without having to yell, "Go sit down with Tig and Chibs, and I'll bring the drinks over." 

She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and moves over to the table where his SAMCRO brothers are seated. He watches when both men stand up and hug her before she sits down. 

He catches a few men glancing in her direction with hungry eyes as he surveys the crowded room. As his gaze returns to her, he suppresses the temptation to pound their faces into the nearest surface. Jax is unsure of what he did to earn her love, but he is glad that he did. He couldn't picture his life without her. 

Jax has only ever been in one committed relationship before he got into one with Y/N. Because of Tara's decision to go medical school, his ex-girlfriend ended their relationship but not without trying to convince him to leave with her. He'd been crushed and drowned himself in weed, alcohol, and pussy when he wasn't working his way up in the club. 

All of it came to an end when Y/N returned from college. 

After she returned home, a lot of things changed for him. Y/N became the reason he stayed awake and alone in bed most nights, her face being the one he saw when he tried to take another girl back to his room. When she wasn't with him, he thought of her constantly, wondering what she was doing and if she was safe. He had to stop himself from calling her every chance that he got  He existed solely for her and the club. Even though the guys made fun of him for being whipped, he didn't know where he'd be without her. He couldn't picture his life without her. He didn't want to. 

Jax brings the drinks over to the table and sits in the empty chair next to Y/N's handing her bottle of water to her. She leans in close to him, kissing his cheek once again, and whispers "thank you" as he drapes an arm across the back of her chair. 

"Hey, where's my kiss?" Tig is heard asking. 

"Not here, but maybe if you ask her," Y/N chuckles, pointing to a brunette crow-eater who is gazing lustfully at the club's resident crazy while wearing next to nothing. "She might give you one." 

"You might be right." He smirks, looking in the direction that Y/N is pointing.  He gets out of his chair and moves over to the couch where the crow-eater is seated. 

After an hour and a few drinks, Jax glances at Y/N as Chibs walks away, finishing their discussion. He finds her looking back at him with a small smile and love in her eyes. Now that they are alone at the table, he smiles tenderly at her as everything around them fades, Y/N becoming his sole focus for now. He didn't want to admit it, but she had turned him into a love-sick idiot. 

"How are you feeling?" She asks, concern in her eyes as she takes in the faint bruise on the side of his head. Moving her hand from his leg, she reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. This afternoon he'd been hit in the head by some thug the club had to deal with, earning him a nasty headache.  However, it vanished when he took a few painkillers before church. His headache was returning, and the loud music was not helping. 

"I feel wonderful," he says trying to ease her worry and kisses her to distract her knowing she'll see right through his bullshit. 

"You're an awful liar." 

"I know." He offers her a small smile. "My headache's back." 

"We don't have to stay. I'm beginning to feel a bit worn out, myself." 

"Let's go home," He stands and offers his hand to her, helping her stand up also. They say goodnight to the most of the club members before Y/N makes plans to meet Gemma for lunch the following day. As they exit the building and walk to her car, Jax hands Y/N the keys. 

"Take these and lay down." Y/N offers Jax a glass of water and some pain relief she'd snagged from the kitchen on her way to the bedroom. As soon as they walked through the front door, Jax made his way into their bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed while she double checked that everything was locked up and all the lights were off. He takes them as she instructed and leaves the half empty glass of water on the bedside table. 

He doesn't move from his upright position while he watches her undress till she is only wearing her bra and panties. 

His eyes follow her once more as she walks over to his dresser and picks out one of his SAMCRO shirts before entering the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returns wearing his shirt and with her face make-up free. He continues to observe her as she removes her bra, pulling it from the sleeve of his shirt and discarding it on the chair in the corner of their room. He moves to lay down as she climbs into bed, facing him. 

"How's your head?" She softly asks. 

"The pain is starting to fade." 

"That's good. 

"How are you feeling?" he questions, cupping her face and caressing her cheek with his thumb. 

"Amazing," she says as her eyelids close, relishing in the tenderness of his touch. "Though I was feeling a bit queasy earlier." 

He rolls onto his back to reach his bedside table and switches off the lamp. Y/N moves in closer and places her head on his chest. 

With his arm around her holding her close, he kisses the top of her head. "I know I never tell you I love you as much as I should, but I do love you." 

"I love you too," She smiles. His spoken 'I love you's' are rare but he didn't have to say it for her to know it's true. Every day, in the smallest things he does for her, he tells her he loves her.  

"I don't mean to turn into a huge sap but you're the most wonderful person I know," He kissed the top of her head again. "I don't know what I'd do without you or if anything happened to you." 

"I hope we never have to find out." 

"Me too." He sighs. A silence falls over them but is soon broken by Jax. "We should get married." 

Y/N sits up looking at him in the darkness, a look of shock plastered on her face. "You wanna get married?" 

"Yeah I do." he admits. They've never had the marriage talk until now. They hadn't had the baby talk before she got pregnant both times. "We have a good reason to. I love you, you love me and we're going to have a kid." His hand reached under the shirt she was wearing, his fingers brushing the skin of her belly.  

She smiles. "Okay, let's get married." 

Jax smiles back and pulls her down to him making her giggle. He runs a hand through her hair tucking a few strands behind her ear. "You really are wonderful." 

"Just kiss me already," she orders him. 

"Sure thing, Darling." he laughs and pulls her into a passionate and mind-blowing kiss that was bound to leave both of them breathless. 

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[rayslittlekitten]

Cotton Candy-Ass

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A/N: Guess what's back. Writer Wednesday @writer-wednesday and Jax and Opie's sister. Thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for starting WW again. This started out fluffy but it like went in a different direction so I just let the characters do whatever they wanted. Also, I think up until this point, I've been keeping the physical description of Reader/OC pretty vague and minimal as possible, but for this particular installment, I thought it was more effective in story telling to include a few things such as hair color. I actually have a face claim for her, but I won't advertise it just so you don't get stuck with that image if you'd rather not picture anyone. I mean, clearly she's white given she's Opie's sister, but I also understand suspending the belief while reading it. Thank you @kesskirata for taking a look at this for me!

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1.2k

Pairing: Teenager!Jax Teller x Teenager F! Reader/OC

Plot: What was supposed to be a fun date gets soured by an unexpected run in.

Contains: a little fluff, cursing, jealousy, protective!Jax (sorta), maybe a little hurt/comfort?, some cattiness

Image Prompt:

It's that time of year again when the carnival comes to town. It's one of the most anticipated events because there honestly isn't much to do in such a small town. It's why you and Jax are always getting into trouble. Part of it is also because you both know you have some sort of protection from the club should something go south. What's the worst that can happen? You get arrested? But that's not the kind of trouble you both look for. Stealing some candy might be your biggest crime to date. Jax's? Stealing your heart, but he would say you stole his first, held it hostage and he is now your prisoner.

He's right. A prisoner in a tin box forty feet above the ground.

The only ride Jax Teller does is on a Harley, but he's agreed to go on the Ferris wheel just for you. Jax has his arm around you, resting on your shoulders as you look around. They are still loading the wheel and currently you are at the highest point. The sun has already started setting and the sky is dusky. Scattered lights glow below you from the different rides and stands. Suddenly you feel the car shaking and swinging so you grab onto Jax and the railing to brace yourself, only to find your boyfriend was the one causing the movement.

"Jackson! Don't do that!" you scold him, but he laughs.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you," Jax says as his laugh dies off.

"I don't care. You know I'm afraid of heights."

"You're the one who wanted to come up here," he reminds you.

You cross your arms and look away from him.

"Aww, are you mad at me?" Jax asks, trying to look at you, but you ignore him.

The wheel starts moving a bit again and then it comes to a halt.

"Hey," Jax tries again.

When you don't budge, Jax reaches his hand over to gently grip your chin to turn your face, but you pull yourself out of his hold.

"Come on, don't be mad." Jax shifts closer to you, attempts to turn your face again and leans in to nudge his nose against your ear. "I'm sorry, baby."

Still, you are unaffected.

“This isn’t about what I did, is it?” Jax asks. “It’s about those girls from before?”

Your dramatic sigh answers his question. This Ferris wheel ride was supposed to be romantic and for you to have some alone time with Jax, but right before you hopped on the Ferris wheel where he whisked you off to, to cool off, you had a run in with one of Jax’s former hook ups.

"Ooh! Let's go get some cotton candy!" You pointed to the stand and dashed over to it, but you’re suddenly knocked over when you collided into someone who stepped in front of you.

“Watch where you’re going, Winston!"

As you pushed yourself off the ground, Jax ran over to help you. You brushed the dirt off of yourself and checked for any cuts or scrapes. Luckily, you're okay but you noticed a stain on your new dress.

"Are you okay?" Jax asked.

You looked up and saw two twelfth grade girls from your school. You recognized one of them as someone who you've seen with Jax before.

"Oh, hey there, Jaxxy. Babysitting for Ope, huh?" the one said as she shoulder checked you as she walked past you to step closer to him. The other giggled.

"Uh, hey, Courtney." Jax tried to sidestep her to get to you but she followed him and blocked him.

"What's the rush, sweetheart?"

You drew your mouth back in a snarl as you watched her put her hands on Jax's chest.

"Why don't you ditch the kid so we can have our own fun?" Courtney leaned in to kiss Jax, but Jax pulled back and put some distance between them.

"Bitch!" You launched yourself at Courtney, but Jax instantly grabbed you and held you back before you could touch her.

"That's not a nice word, little girl." Courtney shook her head and wiggled her finger. “Where are your manners?”

You growled and lunged at her again, but Jax was much stronger than you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back, lifting you off the ground. You may be shorter than her, but you were scrappy as heck and knew you could take her down. Jax knew of this too which is why he had to stop you.

"Aww, what's the matter? Is someone cranky? Do you need a nap?" Courtney mocked.

"Call me when you wanna have an R-rated time," Courtney winked at Jax and then sashayed away with her friend in her short shorts and four-inch heels, making her legs look miles long. Who wears that to a carnival?

“You know those girls don’t mean shit to me. I don’t even remember who they are.”

He starts placing little butterfly kisses on the side of your face and makes his way down to your neck.

"You remembered her name," you mumble, giving him a side eye.

"You're mad at me for remembering her name?" Jax stops his kisses and looks at you.

"No, I'm not mad at you," you huff. "I'm pissed off at... her," you say, refusing to even mention her name. "Who the hell does she think she is? Just because she's older and taller and prettier and more developed that she can be such a bitch? Her blonde hair comes from a bottle! At least my red hair is natural."

You hate to admit that you've been feeling a bit inadequate. You can't help but compare yourself with all the other girls Jax has been with and it's been making you feel extra insecure. In fact, a part of you thinks that Courtney might actually believe Jax is babysitting you and not dating you. It doesn’t help that you haven’t figured out yet whether you’re a late bloomer or you didn’t get the tall genes like your brother did. He was almost six feet tall when he was your age.

Also, the fact that the two of you haven’t been intimate yet has been an added pressure you’ve been putting on yourself. Jax hasn’t tried to pressure you, but not having any former experience, you’re afraid you might not meet his expectations should the time come.

"Are you jealous?" Jax chuckles.

"It's not funny!" You turn to look at him.

"It kind of is because they should be jealous of you. So what if she's tall and blonde? She is definitely not prettier. You're the prettiest girl in town," Jax smirks. "Probably the prettiest one in the state of California at the very least. My feisty little redheaded."

You can't help but smile.

"There's that million dollar smile." Jax pinches your chin. "Forget her. I'm here with you, right? Don't let her ruin our date." With his grip on your chin, he turns your face towards him and he brushes his lips against yours.

"Looks like we're gonna be up here for a while. I think I can think of something to pass the time." Jax leans in and you let him kiss you.

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[carni-val]

Across State Lines [Jax Teller]

pairing: AU!Jax Teller x Winston!Reader

summary: It’s been years since you left Charming and adjusted to your new life in Arizona but a visit from an old friend turns all of that on its head.

warnings: This has spoilers for seasons 1, 4 and 5 of Sons of Anarchy!!!

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Arizona took some time to get used to, especially considering where you came from. While Charming itself wasn’t a particularly exciting town, being born and brought up around the Sons of Anarchy made it so. Maybe a bit too exciting, like being stuck on a rollercoaster that was steady but then suddenly launched you up into the air and upside down. Your first few months here were so boring that you almost went back to Charming, but you could only get so far as packing your bag before deciding that that was no longer an option. You had nothing left there for you anymore, just ghosts that still haunted you years later after leaving. 

Your brother’s death was the final straw; you had to get out of Charming before you met the same fate that he, your father, and your sister-in-law all did. While this life was not always kind to you, you sure as shit enjoyed living it as opposed to being buried six feet under. For a short time you thought your family was just cursed to live and die in tragic ways, but you quickly recognized that because your mother had not been subjected to this so-called family curse, then the curse had to be Charming - and dare you say it, the club. That life is not made for everybody, at least not for long.

Arizona was fine, making an honest living was necessary and that was it. Working a 9-5 after having a less than stellar resume was a miracle. When you first moved to Arizona, you had been working at a supermarket that paid you a shit wage. You got to talking with one of the regular customers one day who owned her own private therapy practice and she mentioned that she needed a receptionist. You were apprehensive at first, knowing a background check may shoot your chances down at getting such a job, but she was gracious enough to give you a chance to explain yourself - that you were brought up in the club and your moving to Arizona was part of your plan to live an honest life now. She had taken a chance on you and you hadn’t fucked it up yet. 

Although, your temper might get the better of you right here right now which may add to your criminal record and send you cleaning your desk out at work. The traffic that accumulated on the streets every Saturday reminded you that this town was not as empty as you led yourself to believe. Saturday was your day to run your errands and no matter how early you left the house, it never seemed to be early enough to beat the traffic.

“If the light is green, then why the hell aren’t we moving!?” you questioned in the private vicinity of your car, your voice starting calm but crescendoing in anger towards the end.

You let out a deep breath, rubbing your forehead as you willed yourself to calm down. Cars behind you began honking as the roar of a couple of motorcycles weaved through the cars, surpassing them. Their engines were almost deafening as they sped past your car. You watched them until you couldn’t see them anymore, envying them as you wished you could just hitch a ride on their bike out of all this traffic. For a moment, your mind travelled back to the days where you would ride on the back of Opie’s bike, sometimes Jax’s when you were brave enough to ask him for a ride.

Your relationship with Jax was never easy to navigate. Considering he was your big brother’s best friend, it always seemed like a boundary you guys knew shouldn’t be crossed. Sometimes the both of you were lucky enough to be the last ones at the clubhouse and he would give you a ride. Sometimes, the both of you would orchestrate it - not planning to do so, but on nights when Opie would offer you a ride home, you would make up some excuse to stay late so Jax would be the one to drive you home instead and Jax would go along with it without a hiccup.

Now, you wish you took Opie up on more of those rides home. Just to spend some more time with your big brother. If you knew his days were as numbered as they were, you would’ve said to hell with Jax and spent every moment with Opie that you could. But life didn’t work like that, especially that life. You realized that when it was too late; when almost all of your family was gone. You sometimes wondered how the club was doing. How Jax was doing. Who was still there and who wasn’t. You kept in touch when you initially left Charming, but over time, the connection faded. If you were asked, you would say it just happened naturally as these things do, but you knew you couldn’t keep in touch with the club anymore, especially Jax. He’d just lure you back in.

The shrill sound of a car’s horn startled you out of your thoughts. You noticed the cars in front of you had moved and everyone was waiting on you. You cursed under your breath, stepping on the gas and moving ahead. It had been almost two years and moving on from Charming was still as difficult as ever.

“I’m surprised to see your car made it all the way here,” Jainey chuckled as you stepped out of your beat up little car in the lot of his repair shop.

You smirked at his comment before flipping him off playfully. He wiped the grease off of his hands as he approached you. He wore a button up pale blue shirt with his name on it, similar to the ones they wore at Teller-Morrow. The lot was very similar in a lot of ways to the one in Charming - maybe that’s why you kept coming here despite the fact that there was a closer repair shop to you which cut your travel time in half.

“What can I do for you doll?” he asked you.

“My right taillight decided to take a vacation without leaving a note,” you gestured to the back of your car.

“Taillights do that,” he leaned down to look at the light closer. “I’ll get someone from the back to come and take a look at it,” he said as he stood back up.

Jainey turned to head back towards the garage but turned back abruptly, “Hey,” he began, “we actually just got a guy from Charming in, you might know him!”

Your brows pulled together in confusion as Jainey walked towards the garage again. You leaned against your car, waiting for him to return with his new guy. Charming was more than the Sons, it could just be some regular guy for all you knew. But what if it wasn’t? As far as you were concerned, all the guys were neck deep in the club.

You heard Jainey call your name and you turned to the source of the noise and saw the last person you were expecting.

Jax was walking alongside Jainey, his movements faltering slightly when his eyes locked with yours. His hair was longer, so was his beard. His eyes looked more worn out which you didn’t think was possible considering the last time you saw him, he was as much of a wreck as you were.

“I thought you didn’t have enough money for the train,” Jax commented as he gestured to the money that was tossed onto the table in the chapel that night.

You had planned to leave that night and get the hell out of Charming once and for all but leaving before you knew the club did right by Opie and retaliated against Pope didn’t feel right. Jax didn’t let you come with him when he dealt with Pope, so you stayed at the clubhouse, pacing around and thinking yourself nearly to death until he returned. You had shown up earlier to tell the club you were leaving and you had made it about half an hour out to Arizona but turned right around because it didn’t feel right to leave just yet. Not without knowing the club retaliated and not without trying to convince Jax to come with you. He was all you had left and you didn’t want him to meet the same fate that almost all of your family had. You had returned, telling the club that poor excuse about the money for the train to buy some time until Jax returned.

“You and I both know I wasn’t ever gonna take the train,” you replied, approaching where he sat at the head of the table but still keeping your distance. “I couldn’t leave without knowing you guys did right by Opie.”

“Of course we did,” he promised, looking up at you with nothing but sorrow in his eyes. You were sure that if his breathing wasn’t so shallow, his eyes would be full of tears by now. His eyes were surrounded by dark circles and bags due to his lack of sleep. He needed to get out of here just as much as you did.

“Pack a bag, get Abel, and let’s get the hell out of Charming,” you proposed without a hitch.

Jax’s eyebrows creased in confusion, “What are you talking about?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

“It makes the most sense,” you shrugged, letting out a humourless laugh despite your eyes pooling with tears. You didn’t exactly know why, maybe it was because the possibility of Jax saying no to your offer was more real now than ever, or maybe because you were scared that if he stayed, he wouldn’t be alive for much longer. “The two people who have nothing left in Charming decide to leave.”

“I have the club,” Jax turned in his chair away from you at a slight angle as his hand came up to his face, his index finger resting on his top lip and his thumb tucking under his chin.

“But I don’t think you want it anymore.”

Jax’s eyes flickered to you but he remained silent. He felt defeated. You could see it in his eyes. His rings shone under the light hanging in the chapel as they spelt out the word ‘SONS’. Sons had taken on a very different connotation for you these past few months, one that you couldn’t stomach anymore. “I can’t leave my club,” he whispered as his eyes fell from yours.

The words were like arrows that flew a short distance and came to an abrupt halt right into your chest. You bowed your head as your eyes filled with tears against your will. You clenched your jaw as you tried to regain control over you emotions but you couldn’t. The man that you had known almost your whole life and that you had loved for just as long was no longer going to be in your life and you couldn’t decide which was worse: for him to still exist on this earth but just not with you, or for him to not exist at all. While the first option meant you could always come back and find him here, you knew that you couldn’t. You cared about yourself too much - you had to save yourself. the latter option meant you wouldn’t have a choice, you would be away from him and the club whether you wanted to or not because while you loved all of the guys, Jax was your tether to the club now. Nobody else had that pull on you.

You felt foolish. SAMCRO was in Jax’s blood - you couldn’t separate him from the club and you knew that. You did, but you thought maybe there was a possibility that maybe he loved you enough - wanted you enough at the very least - to change the way he always talked about changing. But love wasn’t enough to get Jax out, just like it wasn’t enough when Donna tried to get Opie out, or when your mother tried to get your father out. If there was any curse, it had to reside with the Winston women and their belief that they could change the minds of the men they loved.

You saw Jax extend his hand out to you on the table, silently asking you to take it. Every part of you was willing you to walk out of the chapel and not look back, but you knew that if this would be the last time you’d see Jax, you’d want to savour every moment. You’d want to hold his hand again and know that it was the last time so you would remember how his hand felt in yours; hold him again and know it was the last time so you would remember how warm his body was and how much space it took up in the vicinity of your arms; maybe kiss him for the first time and know it was the last time so you would discover and remember how it felt all at the same time.

You clutched Jax’s hand in yours tightly, still unable to look him in the eyes. His hand held yours firmly and it was warm against yours. And smooth. His hands were always so smooth considering how rough he lived life. His fingers were strong as they intertwined with yours. His thumb was gentle as it rubbed against your hand to soothe you.

You heard his chair squeak as he stood up and soon you saw his pristine white shoes in front of you before he released your hand and pulled you into his arms. His sweater clad arms encapsulated you and pressed your head against his chest. Your cheek felt the coolness of his leather kutte before settling against it. You heard his heartbeat against your ear - it was fast like it always was. You wrapped your arms around his torso and he filled the space perfectly. You almost wanted to use all of your might to hoist him up into your arms and to your car and just take him hostage.

One of Jax’s hands came up to stroke the back of your head to soothe you some more. His hands tangled in your hair as he held you to his chest, almost his way of apologizing for the way he was hurting you. The sigh that left your mouth was punched out of you at the realization that you had to go. You couldn’t stay here just because Jax was. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t.

You peeled your cheek off of Jax’s chest and looked up at him. You saw him gaze down at you with an unreadable expression in his eyes as his hand moved to cup your jaw and swipe a stray tear away from your cheek with his thumb. He was so close that you could see the way his lip quivered slightly in the crowd of facial hair surrounding it. 

“I have to go,” you whispered as you forced yourself to untangle yourself from his body.

Jax was caught off guard but quickly caught up as he let you go, eyeing you with a swarm of emotions that were hard to pull apart from one another. You couldn’t will yourself to decode what each one could possibly be. You were already so tired and you had a long drive in front of you. Jax only nodded and you left before anything could stop you.

His lips just looked so inviting, too inviting. You couldn’t fathom kissing him and him not feeling the same way, but you kissing him and him kissing you back would be the death of you.

Seeing Jax didn’t feel real. Maybe your car had broken down on the way over and you had gotten into an accident and you were just in a coma right now, dreaming all of this up. That seemed a lot more plausible than Jax being the one who got out of Charming. Considering his presidency was still quite new when you left, you didn’t think he’d step down so soon, let alone leave the club entirely.

Jainey cleared his throat from beside Jax, bringing you back to reality. You glanced over to Jainey and he cocked a suspicious brow. You gave him a subtle nod, telling him everything was okay.

“Alright well, I’ll leave you two to catch up,” Jainey said, catching the way you two looked at each other.

“Thanks Jainey,” you gave him a small smile as Jax silently pat him on the back as he walked back towards the shop.

You and Jax stood before each other, still a considerable amount of distance from each other. He still looked good - a little more rugged and weathered, but still good. You noticed his slender fingers were void of his ‘SONS’ rings and were now bare. You tuned back into the sounds all around you - people talking to each other, some of the guys in the shop calling out to one another, cars honking, engines revving and were reminded of why you were here in the first place.

“My taillight isn’t working,” you said.

Jax smirked because this was a never-ending problem with your car. It was a piece of junk but you still cherished it. It was the only thing you had from Charming - the one thing you couldn’t find yourself to part with.

“I’ve gotta run errands,” you said quickly, handing him your keys, “So I’ll come by at the end of the day to pick up my car.”

When he palmed your keys, you turned and walked away from the lot. This wasn’t the way you expected your day to go - not even in the slightest. You had daydreamed about a day like this happening and in those daydreams you were ecstatic, rushing into Jax’s arms and kissing him happily. But you had stopped hoping for this day to come, because you knew the chances of it happening were right near zero. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, so you went to the little plaza a few blocks away to start your long list of errands.

The sun had began to set as soon as you were done. You had to drop off a few things, pick up some other things, and the weekend hustle and bustle didn’t make it easy. When you stepped outside, you realized how late it was. The shop was going to close soon so you hauled all your stuff and made your way down there.

The lot was pretty much empty and there were a few lights on in the shop. You saw your car nestled into one of the workspaces and saw Jax smoking a cigarette just outside the opening of the workspace. Upon seeing you and your arms loaded with bags, he put out the cigarette and rushed over to you, taking most of the load off of your hands.

“Thanks,” you said once the two of you put the bags in your trunk.

“No problem,” he replied as he shut the trunk before turning to you and handing you your keys.

“How’s she looking?” you nodded to the taillight.

“She’s back up and running,” he assured you, “For now,” he added with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the joke he told you every time he’d fix your taillight.

“What are you doing here?” Jax’s eyes trailed away from yours but yours were planted firmly on him. “I mean, you just decided to show up here one day, no warning?”

“You changed your number,” Jax reminded you.

“You could’ve gotten my new one,” you counteracted softly.

Jax knew you were right. he had the means at his disposal. “I got out,” he spoke softly.

Even though you pieced it together, you were still shocked to hear him say it. “How? Why?”

“After everything with Pope, all the decisions got harder to make. It was eating me alive,” he confessed, still not meeting your eye. “I didn’t like the person I was becoming.”

“Plus, I’m running out of things to tell Abel when he asks me where you are and when you’re coming back,” he added with a smirk when you hadn’t responded.

The thought of the boy made you smile. “How has he been?”

“He’s been good. He likes Arizona, but misses his Grandma,” Jax met your eye finally.

“Oh my God, Gemma,” you realized, your face falling, “How did she take all of this?”

“She wasn’t happy about it,” his smile faltered, “But I couldn’t care. I had to get Abel out of there.”

The hope in your heart stuttered slightly. He wasn’t here just because you were, he had to get Abel out. Maybe he just came to Arizona because he knew you’d be here and it’d be nice to have a familiar face around.

“Well, I’m glad you guys got out,” you told him honestly, toying with the keys in your hands. “I should go,” you headed for the driver’s side door of your car.

“Wait,” Jax stood in front of you, blocking your path. His pristine shoes came into your view, bringing you back to that night. “I’m sorry I didn’t come with you when you first asked me to.”

“It’s okay, Jax,” you looked up at him. and it was. He had to figure it out in his own time. “I don’t really know where we go from here,” you admitted with a nervous chuckle. “Do we just go back to normal? Do we exchange numbers and just…fit each other into our new lives?”

“I know we can’t go back to normal,” Jax admits, staring down at you with that same unreadable expression in his eyes. “Maybe we just make a new life here together.”

Your heartbeat stumbled over itself as you tried to understand what Jax was suggesting because it sounded so sweet. “What are you saying, Jax?” you were desperate to know at this point. Was this crush gonna go anywhere or should you just get over it already?

Jax stepped closer to you, “I could’ve gone anywhere in the country babe,” he shook his head. “but Arizona was the only place I wanted to be because it has the only thing I want.” 

Before you could talk yourself out of all the obvious signs, Jax continued, “When you left, I thought about you every day. I made a mistake not leaving with you that night. Not because something bad happened and I wish I left so I didn’t have to go through it but because when anything good happened, it wasn’t good enough because you were gone.

“I wanted more. I wanted to be with you and I wanted you to be with me. and I couldn’t deal with that, not so soon after everything happened with Opie. I thought you would come back and we would make it work in Charming, but a few months ago I pieced together that this Arizona thing was gonna stick. I wanna make it work with you no matter where we go.”

You were at a loss for words and you felt your throat closing up as you were overwhelmed with emotion. Jax stared at you, waiting for you to do or say something. He worried that he was too late, but if he was, he knew you’d have no problem telling him that. But you weren’t saying anything and that made him worry that you didn’t feel anything to begin with.

The emotions were reaching their boiling point in Jax and he did the thing that he should’ve done the night you left. He reached over, cupping your jaw in his hands, tilting your head up and kissing you as he pressed his body to yours. He let his fingers tangle with the hair at the back of your head and felt his heart jolt nearly out of his chest when he felt you kiss him back and embrace him with just as much passion. He tried to memorize the way your body felt against his the night you said goodbye, but his memory could not compare to the way you felt against him right now and the way your lips felt were better than he ever could’ve imagined. Softer, gentler, comforting. They were almost enough to fix the pain he felt when he woke up every morning as he remembered the people he lost and the bad things he’d done.

He had slept with other women since your departure, trying to forget you and put an end to his never ending questions about what it would be like being with you. He’d try to focus on the women in front of him in that moment, but he couldn’t stop himself from imagining you. It was the only thing that got him off because you were the only woman he wanted. Upon this realization, Jax didn’t hesitate to leave Charming. You were his last chance at getting out before it was too late and if he was gonna get out, he knew he wanted to be out with you.

Jax pulled away slowly, leaving one last quick peck on your lips before pulling away completely. He looked into your eyes, grinning at the dreamy look in them.

You nodded your head slowly, your voice barely above a whisper as you said, “I think that’s a good idea.”

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[rebelwrites]

High Confessions

Jax Teller x Reader

Summary: After an accident the morphine makes the reader say things she’s been hiding from her best friend.

Requested By: @beth-winchester21 // Hey hun please could I have number 12 with jax teller where she gets hurt and ends up in hospital and confesses her love for him and also can she be opies younger sister xx with

Prompt: "You're all drugged up. You don't know what you're saying."

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“Mr Teller” the doctor smiled walking out of the room.

“How is she doing?” Jax asked.

“I can only really discuss that with Mr Winston” he nodded.

“I’m listed as her other emergency contact” Jax said getting pissed off that this doctor wouldn’t tell him the situation “Opie, her brother had had to go pick his kids up”

“Well” The doctor said checking your file to see Jax’s name was listed. “In that case then, she is a lucky lady and had someone watching out for her considering she had to be cut out of the car. No life changing injuries but a couple of very bad breaks in her leg and will be on crutches for a while and physio will be required”

“Yeah well we all have our guardian angels” Jax said smiling slightly “can I go in and see her?”

“Of course, just be aware Mr Teller she is on a high dose of morphine at the moment” the doctor nodded before walking off.

Pushing the door open he saw you laid on the bed watching something on your phone.

“Hey trouble” Jax smiled sitting down on the chair next to the bed.

“Hey you” you grinned, pausing the video and turning your attention to him. “Where's Opie? Don’t tell me the dragon got him”

“What” Jax laughed “darlin he is fine, the dragon has gone and he has gone to pick the kids up from school”

“There was a dragon I swear” you pouted “it was all pink and glittery”

“Damn you are on some good morphine” Jax smirked.

“Stop taking the piss out of me” you sulked “I know what I saw”

“Okay okay” Jax chuckled holding his hands up “I believe you”

“Anyway surely the president of Samcro has better things to do than to be by my bedside” you said looking into the blue eyes that made your throat dry up.

“Well when my best friend had a nasty car accident and ends up in hospital the club can wait” He smiled taking your hand and squeezing it “you know you always come before the club”

“You’re just saying that because I’m Opie’s baby sister” you shrugged.

“Now you know that isn’t true” Jax whispered.

You didn’t know how the heart rate monitor wasn’t going crazy with how fast you thought your heart was racing. It was now or never. You needed to tell Jax how you felt before your confidence disappeared.

“Jax” you whispered.

“Yes darlin’” he smiled.

“I’m just going to say this, I’ve liked you for a while now, the way you make me feel is like nothing I have ever felt. I don’t just want to be best friends any more” you said, not making eye contact with him.

Jax was taken back by your statement, he had wanted to hear you say that for a while now, but he knew you were on some strong morphine so he didn’t actually know if it was you or the drug talking.

“Say something please” you mumbled.

“You're all drugged up. You don't know what you're saying." Jax sighed choosing his brain over his heart.

“Yeah maybe you are right” you shrugged trying not to look hurt “maybe it is the drugs talking”

After some silence Jax spoke up again, he needed to get rid of the awkward atmosphere that now laid heavy in the room.

“Come on then trouble scoot over” Jax laughed “choose a movie to watch because I’m not going anywhere today”

“You mean I have you for the whole day” you grinned scrolling through Netflix.

“Yes you do” Jax smiled as you molded into his body the best you could from the wires and cast. “Just don’t put a chick flick on”

“And you say you are my best friend and think I’d put some soppy film on” you laughed “boy we are going for fast and furious”

“How many times have we watched these?” Jax teased.

“Not enough” you giggled hitting play and snuggling into Jax’s side.

Half an hour into the film Jax heard soft snores coming from you, he couldn’t help but smile. He kept thinking about what you said, if only you had said them when you weren't on morphine his reaction would have been different.

The sound of the door opening took his attention away from you.

“Hey bro” Opie smiled sitting on the chair at the side of the bed. “How is she doing?”

“Not too bad, the doctor said she's lucky to only have a badly broken leg considering the state of her car” Jax nodded.

“Pops was probably watching over her” Opie smiled.

“Yeah she probably did” Jax nodded.

“Something is on your mind, what’s up?” Opie asked.

“It’s just something she said earlier, she said she wanted to be more than best friends.” Jax whispered, playing with your hair as you slept on his chest.

“What did you say?” Opie asked, trying to hide that he knew how his sister had felt for a while now. And he also knew how Jax felt.

“I told her it was because she was drugged up” Jax said.

“You are so stupid” Opie laughed “you know the morphine only gave her the confidence to tell you”

“Are you sure?” Jax asked.

“Dude me and her talk more than you think” Opie smirked “so what are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know, I might not do anything” Jax sighed. “I don’t want to fuck things up with our friendship”

“Well if you don’t do anything you aren’t allowed to come moaning to me when you see she’s with someone” Opie shrugged.

“Wait she’s seeing someone?” Jax asked.

“Well not as such but I know her and that lad she works with at the cafe are getting pretty close so who knows?” Opie said knowing he was basically poking the fire.

He knew it and so did everyone else. You and Jax were soul mates and were destined to be together.

“Not if I can help it” Jax huffed and he carefully moved your body off his so he could get off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Opie asked.

“Got some things I need to do. I will be back in a bit” Jax said, grabbing his kutte before leaving the room.

As soon as you heard the door shut you open your eyes, you had been awake since Opie got into the room but pretended to still be asleep.

“You little shit” he chuckled “I knew you weren’t asleep”

“Yeah well” you shrugged “and anyway there’s nothing going on between me and Jerry, he’s old enough to be my dad”

“Yeah but Jax doesn’t need to know that sis” Opie winked. “It’s about time you two fucking saw sense and got together”

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[elivanah-writes]

Wired

pairing: Juice Ortiz x reader

sum: coming back home after a long time away brings it’s challenges, specially if you’re the daughter of Gemma and Clay. what if she sees someone she tought she’d never see again?

warnings: fluff, implied smut and a small bit of angst

A/n: this was actually a requested by someon on my main blog @evanstanwrites​ but sadly I can’t remember who did and I can’t find the original message with the request.

It felt amazing to y/n to finally pass the sign that stated “Welcome to charming”, for her it was more of a welcome home. y/n had previously studied and worked a few years in New York, at first she was happy to get away from home, away from the always busy place full of bikers. Then she met a certain brown eyed Puerto Rican from Queens, they fell in love, hard and fast. Time spent together was heavenly and she couldn’t get enough of him, he even promised her to marry her one day. God, they were young and stupid. They were together for most of her college time but then one day a few weeks before she graduated she got a panicked phone call from her boyfriend, he’d done something very stupid and now people were after him. He told her he’d ran but couldn’t take her with him. So they broke up, still loving each other. She could have gone home after she graduated, it would have been easy to just get in that car with her mom but she didn’t want to face everyone and their questions. She had told her mom she was seeing someone, that they’d get married someday and her mom in time told everyone back home. It was already hard enough how she had to deal with the phone call from her father when he had heard, man was he pissed that his little girl found a guy he didn’t approve of beforehand. Her father finally made peace with it as long as the guy treated her right. How the hell was she gonna face him after her heart was broken, he’d look for him and kill him himself.

So instead of going home, she found herself a job that paid pretty well and tried to build herself a new life, after some time her father did found out that she and her guy broke up. Her new life only lasted for a few years tho. She kept worrying, thinking back to her brown eyed man, she hadn’t heard from him anymore and she felt so lonely in New York. So when she got the chance to be transferred to a place of choice she took that chance with both hands and went home. She didn’t tell anyone she was going back home so nobody was expecting her and no welcome back party would be waiting for her, She hated surprise parties but she loved to surprise people.

It wasn’t long before she reached the long driveway of the Teller-Morrow garage, as she drove up the driveway and parked her car. A few guys were hanging around on the benches in front of the clubhouse, only a few of their faces seemed familiar to her others were completely new to her. One of the familiar faces was Jax Teller, her half brother. Jax sat on the bench smoking a cigarette talking to who she remembered as Chibs and Tig and a few new faces. None of the guys had seemed to notice her yet, maybe they just thought she was just another customer of the garage and didn’t paid mind to her. But even if they did saw her she wasn’t so sure they’d even recognize her, over the last few years she changed so much. She didn’t look like that little cute girl that left this place to go to college, now she was a fully grown up woman and not so little anymore. It was only when she got out of her car and shut her door that the group of men looked up to her and just like she thought it seemed like they didn’t know who she was. Jax did hold a look of recognition in his eyes but also seemed to be unsure.

She just winked at the group of men with a small smirk and turned her back to them and started to walk in the direction of the small office of Teller-Morrow just as she heard one of the guys whistle at her. Not even a second later she could hear the sound of a punch being thrown, a curse, and then the voice of Jax calling out to her.

“Y/N!” 

So he finally did recognize her, his baby sister. With a wide smile, she turned back around seeing Jax throwing away his cigarette and running at her. 

“Hey Jax,”

And then next thing she knew she was wrapped up in Jax’s arms as he lifted her into the air just like he’d always do with her back in the day when they were younger.

“What are you doing here, I thought you’d made a new life back in New York?” Jax asked when he placed her back on her feet.

“Nice to know I’m welcome back here,” she joked

“This is your home y/n/n, you’re always welcome here. We just weren’t expecting you. You’re here on holiday?” he chuckled 

It seemed that their reunion had drawn quite the attention, as she saw people spill out of the clubhouse.

“That’s the point of a surprise brother, and no I’m not here on a holiday”

She just finished talking when she heard the voice of her mother calling for her and not a minute later she appeared next to Jax together with my father at her side.

“Babygirl, my babygirl is home.”

And jet again I was wrapped up in a pair of arms.

“Hey mama, hey daddy,” I said once she released me from her hold and I could give my father a hug too. 

“Hi princess, you’re home for good?” was the first thing that left Clay Morrow’s lips as he held his daughter close.

“Yes daddy, I’m here to stay”

It didn’t take long before they had lead her inside the clubhouse and started up an impromptu welcome home party. For most of the night, she sat with Jax, a few of the other guys, and her father. Her mother went home early so she could make her room ready for when she’d come home.

It was a quiet night up until the door of the clubhouse opened and 3 club members walked in, two of them she remembered as bobby Munson and Opie Winston but what shocked her was the third person that walked in behind the two: Juan Carlos Ortiz, her Puerto Rican ex boyfriend.

She was so shocked to see him there that she forgot all about who sat with her and stood up and walked towards him calling out his name.

“Juice? What are you doing here?”

it seemed like Juice was just as shocked as her when he heard his name being called and saw her stand there in the middle of the clubhouse.

“Y/N? I could ask you the same thing” he said surprised not noticing all the eyes on them.

But y/n did so she grabbed him by the arm and led him back out the door and went to sit on one of the benches.

“So, you ran off to Charming?” y/n started as she looked at the man standing before her wearing a kutte with the sons patch. 

“Yeah, I drove around a lot. Jax found me, that’s how I got here,” he explained before taking a seat next to her.

“Did you knew that Clay’s my father?”

“Not at first, but then I noticed pictures of you on the walls, they talked about you. But then I heard Clay and Jax talking about you, about how there had been a guy you were seeing and that he’d broken your heart,” He said taking a breath before leaning his elbows onto his knees.

“I knew I was that guy, I broke your heart. I can never forgive myself for that but I also knew it was better if they didn’t know”

“Well, I bet they figured that part out just now,” y/n sighed before continuing

“You may have broken my heart in leaving Juice, but I knew it was for the best. You don’t need forgiveness because there’s nothing to forgive, I knew you still loved me when you left. It’s not like you wanted it to happen like that” She finished and she softly bumped her shoulder into his.

“The kutte suits you,”

“Thanks, I like it here. Got a new family now” he smiled

He’s seeing someone? She wasn’t prepared to hear him say that, she still loved him, she didn’t know if she could see him with another woman. Unconsciously she scooted away a bit from him which of course he noticed right away why.

“I meant the club you know, I’m not seeing someone. I haven’t since I came here, since you,” he pointed out.

“Why?”

“Because, because I still love you y/n,”

And before she knew it they were making out and dry humping with her in his lap like two horny teenagers.

“This can’t be serious, tell me this isn’t what it looks like!” Clay yells filled the almost empty house. Only he and Gemma were home while y/n was at work the following day. It wasn’t a secret that the two of them had been fighting for days so it wasn’t a big surprise that they were at it again. 

“Calm down Clay, they’re two grown up people,”

“I won’t calm down Gemma! Juice has his filthy hands all over my little girl, and to top it all off he broke her heart before he came here! I should have never let him patch in!” Clay went on in fury.

“Let them be, they love each other”

“That’s not love! Nobody touches my little girl!”

“She’s not your little girl!” suddenly Gemma screamed back at her

“what? What the fuck did you say?”

“She’s not your daughter Clay, I lied, she’s John’s daughter. I was already pregnant when he died”

“I can’t fucking believe it! I rased her, I am her father. Did you tell her that bullshit?”

“Of course not”

“I can’t fucking believe you woman”

Clay was more than furious, y/n was his daughter, he was sure of it. And then seeing the hands of Juice all over his daughter only added to his anger. He was so angry that he had threatened Juice to cut off his dick if he even saw one hair out of line on his daughter or a tear on her face. But then sometime later he had what he thought the best idea, he was going to bribe Juice into getting the information he needed from y/n, he needed to know if Gemma had told y/n he wasn’t her real father. So he made Juice a deal if Juice asked if she knew anything about john Teller and if he had another kid with Gemma, then he’d make peace with the fact that he was dating his daughter. Of course, Juice jumped at the chance of getting Clay’s approval so he agreed. Clay seemed happy with his answer and hugged Juice goodbye. But what nobody had seen was that during the hug Clay had dropped a small device into his pocket.

“Okay, where were we baby?” Juice smirked as he closed the door of his dorm room behind him. 

“What did my dad want?” y/n asked as she got up from his bed in nothing but her underwear.

“Just some club business, nothing to worry about. now let’s get back to where we left off,” Juice said while removing his kutte and walking to her.

“You gonna make me feel good, Juicy?” she blushed as she helped him remove his shirt.

“Even better, baby, I’m gonna make you scream my name,” he growled before he connected his lips to her neck making her moan at the feeling as she ran her hands over his defined chest.

“God, you got even more handsome with time”

“Thanks, babe, I always thought you’re the most gorgeous woman I ever saw, you still are. now lay back on the bed and give me a taste of that sweet pussy of yours”

Clay was cooking in anger, he wanted nothing more than to march op to the dorms, kick in that door, and fucking kill Juice. But then again this was his own fault, he could have known this would happen when he wired Juice. He didn’t even think about the fact that he may hear the two of them going at it like rabbits. He wanted to be able to unhear the moans of his precious little girl that was clearly not so little anymore.

Clay sat at his table alone in chappel growling things to himself when suddenly the doors to the room closed with a bang. When he looked up he saw y/n standing there with her arms crossed looking straight at him but surprisingly not in anger.

“You could have just asked me, dad. I would have truthfully answered you,” she said as she walked closer until she was right next to him and placed the wiring device on the table in front of him.

“I’m not gonna say I’m sorry kid”

“I know, but you didn’t need to wire him. He’s loyal to the club and he loves me, treats me right, what more do you want dad? Did you just wanted to test his trust now you know we’re together?”

Clay took a deep breath, normally he wouldn’t discuss these kinds of things with someone who wasn’t a member.

“No princess, I wasn’t testing him, it was a good bonus, I’ll give you that. But I just wanted to know if your mother told you that I wasn’t your father, I didn’t want to lose you,”

“Oh daddy, It doesn’t matter if John Teller is my biological father, to me you’ll always be my dad. Hell who thought me to notice when someone was wired, who thought me to fight, to stick up for myself, and many more things? You did, now be a man and make things right with mom” y/n chuckled before giving her father a kiss on his cheek and made her way out of the room.

“Who taught you to be this vivacious?” He called out after his daughter with a laugh.

“You and mom did!” she responded before she joined Juice who was waiting for her at the bar.

#juice ortiz #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz x reader #juice x reader #juice ortiz x y/n #juice ortiz smut #juan ortiz x reader #juan carlos ortiz #sons of anarchy #theo rossi #juice ortiz fic #juice ortiz fluff #jax teller #clay morrow #gemma teller

[fairytellerxo]

Honesty

AN: this was requested by @mrsjaxtellerfan. I hope I did some justice to your idea. 

This is a whole new style of writing for me and it doesn’t come to easy for me but I’m trying to step outside of my box and improve my writing. So, thank you for supporting me in this endeavor by sending in a request. 

Jax x Plus Sized Reader

Word Count: 1060

Honesty

It had been a rough couple of weeks. Losing your brother Opie. He wasn’t simply just your brother. He was your twin. Meaning you and him shared a bond that was deeper than anyone else could understand. So losing him, it hit you hard. You swore up and down that you felt the exact moment he took his last breath. You didn’t need to hear a single detail, you just knew he was gone and that he was never coming back. 

That was why you spent so much time holed up with Jax. You sought out comfort and familiarness. You just needed to see him because he was there when Opie took his last breath. Swore to seek out vengeance while the loss just made you realize how short life really was and how you didn’t even know if you would live to see a week from now, let alone in the morning.

You smiled to yourself, pulling the hood off your head as you wiped away the silent tears that had been falling. Turning slightly to see Jax who had his nose buried in a book. It was a far cry from his usual demeanor but it was still very much attractive. Which brought you to the edge of honesty. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore. You knew you were far from his type but at the same time, you just had to let him know and hope for the best.

“Jax,” Your voice was quiet and shaky as you watched him slowly look up from his book and flash a crooked grin. “Can we talk for a moment?”

Jax closed the book before dropping it onto the coffee table and moving closer to the brunette. “Sure, what’s on your mind huh?” He studies your face carefully before grabbing your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m all ears.”

You chuckled softly, running your free hand through your hair before you sighed. This was something you could never go back from. You were either going to be completely honest with him and be humiliated over it, or be honest and have the feeling reciprocated. Something you doubted was going to happen. You were tall, curvy and confident, while he liked short, skinny and without any type of curve. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to handle you. “So, losing Opie, it has made me realize a whole lot of shit. Like, life is fucking short and I have to start being honest with myself and everyone else in my life.”

He nodded slowly, watching your slight movements. “Like I said, I’m all ears. Get out what you have to say. No judgement zone.”

“I hope so,” You took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. “I have had feelings for you for quite a while now. I get it, not your type and I’m Opie’s twin, so it might be a bit weird or whatever. I really like you though Jax.” You nodded slowly both proud and afraid for yourself. You were putting yourself out there, something that you tended to shy away from. It was years of rejection that had hardened your heart, followed by years of learning to love yourself, that allowed you this moment of confidence. You just needed him to reject you softly but swiftly. 

Jax stared at you for a few more moments. Trying to process the information before he steadied both of your hands. “Yeah? So, you think you just know my type and know me well enough to assume that you’re not someone I could be attracted to.” He shook his head slowly. “You’re my best friend’s sister, his twin at that. I got threatened by Opie time and time again. Remember that valentine’s day in fifth grade when I got you flowers and chocolate, asked you to have ice cream and pizza with me?” 

“Yes,” You remembered it very well. It was one of the best moments of your life. Getting to go on a date with Jackson Teller; the Prince of Charming. Even though it had been chaperoned, you loved every single moment of it. It was the first time you enjoyed food with someone who wasn’t your brother. You didn’t feel judged, you felt liked. “It was my first actual date.” You chuckled as you felt your cheeks flush red. 

He chuckled. “I came to school that following Monday with a black eye,” He gently grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him again. “I lied and said I was hit in the face with a stray fuckin’ baseball. Opie punched me in the face, said you were off limits and that he’d never allow it.  I guess I should’ve stood up to him but you saw how big he was.”

You nodded slowly, butterflies in your stomach as you hoped this trip down memory lane was leading up to where your heart wanted it to. “Opie never told me that. He always vouched for the baseball to the mug story.” You smiled at him. “What are you trying to say Jax?”

“It’s you,” Jax leaned closer to you and kissed your full lips softly. “I don’t have a set type. Plus, I don’t have the best history of picking out women.” He laughed as he studied your face. “It’s you, it’s always been you and will always be you. I just thought that I wasn’t your type. I’m not the smartest or the most talented. You’re intelligent as all hell and you’ve got your shit together.”

“None of that matters, it’s how you’ve always made me feel. You never made me feel like I was less because of my size. It’s just the pattern of who you dated and I’m no Tara or Wendy. I’m far from being submissive.” You let out a small giggle as he pulls you onto his lap. “It’s always you and I don’t want this to go bad. I’m willing to give it a fair shot if you are.”

He nodded and smiled before kissing you again. “Life’s too short for us not to give it a fair chance.” He pushed your hair out of your face. “You are gorgeous. You also thought you were slick with thinking you know me that well.” He chuckled as he wrapped you in a tight hug. “You’re stuck with me Winston.”

#Jax x Reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller

[garbinge]

Best Friend

Opie Winston x TellerSister!Reader

Summary: Dealing with the after math of Jax’s death. 

Warnings: Canon level mentions of death, suicide, cigarettes. Cursing. Angst. tons of angst. when you think there’s been enough angst, oh look theres more.  *All my fics are 18+. 

A/N: Me? Back from a multi month long writing hiatus with a super angsty reader insert SOA fic? Who would have thought. Not me! This is my first ever reader insert so please be kind. If you notice anything that gets too descriptive, let me know and I’ll happily edit it! Also my first time writing for SOA. As always thanks to Tay for chatting this through with me. xo Enjoy! 

Word Count: 2.3k

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc (Not sure how many SOA fics i’ll have in the future but happy to add anyone to any potential future fics!)

The clubhouse was packed. It was a sea of kuttes, Harleys, and people from all different charters, all different clubs, and they all came to pay their respects for the late and great Jax Teller. 

You sat inside, surrounded by people you’ve known your whole life practically, yet the disconnect you felt might as well have you surrounded by strangers. People approached you, paying their respects for the loss of your brother. And your mother. And your sister-in-law. They would have offered their condolences for your father but that was 20 years ago so it wasn’t exactly socially acceptable anymore. 

As people offered their sorrows and condolences your eyes didn’t leave the casket. It represented so much. The death of your baby brother, for one. But also it felt like the last conscious piece of you was sitting in that box with Jax. He was really the only one that got it. The life you lived, the choices you made. Perfect siblings were definitely not the way anyone would have described the two of you. You fought. You hated the decisions he made, and likely vice versa, but he was blood. Your little brother.  And now you were left with the numbness of the same cycle all again, but this time, alone. 

The service wasn’t long, it was just a few people saying a few words and the casket would be taken over to the cemetery tomorrow. You opted out of any last parting words, it definitely said a lot by saying nothing, but after 3 funerals in the past year, there wasn’t much more you had in you to say. Leaving before the post-funeral party began was a must, something about getting drunk in the place that caused the downfall of your family wasn’t exactly high on your to-do list. You grabbed a pack of cigarettes that was left unattended and snagged a lighter before quietly sneaking out without saying goodbye to anyone. 

The lit cigarette hung from your mouth as the car key sputtered in the ignition of your car, causing a couple pairs of eyes to glance over at the noise. There was no problem ignoring the glaring eyes until your eyes met his. Opie nodded to you and you fought back every instinct you initially had to flip him off and just nodded back keeping your face solemn, praying your car would start and you could just get the hell home. Just as it seemed like he was going to get up to help, the car started and as the relief filled your soul, you pressed the gas like your life depended on it. 

Home didn’t feel much like home anymore, but lately thoughts had you wondering if it ever really did. You clicked the answering machine that was blinking obnoxiously to let you know there were multiple missed calls. More condolences. One after the other. The frustration and emotion was so built up that you finally had just lost it and you threw the phone off the small entry table, pulling the cord out of the wall on its journey flying across the living room and into the wall leaving a nice mark to commemorate the moment. A scream left your mouth and just as you fell silent your cell phone began to ring. 

“You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” you mumbled, closing your eyes in defeat. The name was mocking you as you stared at your phone ringing. Opie Winston. But for some reason, you didn’t hesitate much. You answered it, staying silent for a minute, not really sure what to say but after a couple seconds you spoke up. 

“What’s up?” the attitude dripped off your tone. 

“Didn’t think you’d answer,” he sounded surprised. 

“Didn’t think you’d call,” the annoyance in you grew. 

“You’re my best friend, why wouldn’t I call you?” Opie responded. 

You scoffed at the use of the endearment. Best friend. Best friend? There was nothing about yours and Opie’s friendship as of lately that could be considered best. Hell, you wouldn’t even have considered it friends. Sure, you met Opie first and were even friends first. You were the reason he even knew Jax. But the minute he met Jax was the minute it all changed for you and your friendship with him, especially as you all got older. Sure, there were moments in time where the 3 of you were inseparable, throughout middle school and high school, especially. But the minute Opie joined the club with Jax it was like you were voted out of the friendship. There was apart of you that wouldn’t even have been surprised if Clay had brought it up for a vote between the boys. The club ran deeper than whatever friendship you held with your brother so it definitely would overrule your friendship with Opie.

You held on for as long as you could to the trio but eventually it was a lost cause. You and Jax made it work, with the involvement of Gemma in the club, Jax didn’t hide much from you the same way he wouldn’t with her, even despite Clay’s arguments. It’s not to say you knew all the club secrets and moves but you had the big picture shit painted for you just fine. But Opie never felt like he could be the one to be honest with you like Jax could, and that put a wedge there. You tried a lot, and just when it seemed like it had maybe turned in your favor, Opie got locked up and right then and there was when there was no coming back. There was a glimmer of hope for the friendship when Donna died, as fucked up as that sounds. But death brings family closer, right? Wrong. 

So that’s why you sat there rolling your eyes as Opie casually called you his best friend when you honestly felt like you hadn’t really known the man in years. 

“What do you want, Ope?” You asked plopping down on the couch bringing your hand to your temple to massage the headache that was forming. 

The line was silent for 30 seconds as Opie thought about what to say. 

“It was a nice service,” he said, thinking quickly off his feet. 

“It was a fucking funeral, Opie. There was nothing nice about it.” You spoke just as quickly back to him. Before he could respond you spoke again. “You realize my brother is dead right? Your best friend. He killed himself. Right into an 18 wheeler like beloved JT, and you’re calling me to tell me it was a nice service?” You scoffed before finishing your sentence, “respectfully, please just leave me alone. You had no problem ignoring me through your prison stint, you had no problem ignoring me when you came back to the club, and you had no problem ignoring me every other time I fucking needed you, so please have no problem doing it now.” 

It was definitely a build up of tension that you held against him coming out right now, mixed with the overwhelming feeling that tomorrow you had to bury your baby brother next to his deceased wife and your deceased mother and father. 

“Okay,” he said, but didn’t hang up. 

That irritated you more. “Okay?” you frowned and huffed, mocking the words out of his mouth. 

“Not sure what you want from me, Y/N.” Opie kept his voice steady. It wasn’t mean or rude, it was simply the truth. This was Opie Winston, he didn’t know what you wanted. 

You took in what he said. What did you want? 

He broke the silence, which wasn’t exactly like him, which meant he was trying. 

“You know I lost everybody too. That’s why I called you.” 

“So I’m a last resort, cool.” You weren’t sure how much more Opie was going to dig himself into this hole but at the same time you knew you were digging one also. 

“You know what I meant.” His tone was exhausted, not wanting to fight with you.

“No Opie, that’s the problem I don’t ever know what you mean. I don’t know you anymore.” 

There it was. This was either going to stop here before it got any deeper or this was going to get messy, fast. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, defeated. 

“Yea, me too.” The breath you took was deep as those three words left your mouth.

“I’m here if you want company,” Opie added, hoping to break the tension, but instead making you break. 

“I don’t want to chill and act like none of this is happening. I want to get the fuck out of here, I’m sick of Charming. This town took everything from me. Your stupid fucking club took everything from me. What am I left with? Nothing.” You began your rant which was far from over but Opie decided to speak up.

“I’m telling you I’m here for you.” There was frustration in his voice now, annoyed that everything he said was causing you to fight back.

“Why are you still here?” You asked him, seriously. The line was silent. 

“Y/N..” He eventually let out under his breath. 

You shook your head. “Save it, Opie. You didn’t call when Gemma died, you don’t need to offer me your helping hand now that Jax isn’t here. You dealt with Donna’s death just fine, you don’t need me and I don’t need you,” you shrugged as if he could see you. 

That one cut deep and like clockwork, Opie cut back deeper, “you didn’t even like Gemma.”

“I could say the same for you about Donna,” your rebuttal was quick, and just like he put a knife in you, you put one right back. It was a game now for you two, but this jab might have taken it too far. 

“I loved Donna.” 

“I did too. I was there. While you were away,” your voice cracked and trembled at the memories. “Jax didn’t visit. Jax didn’t take his paychecks and buy groceries for your kids. He didn’t check in on Donna. I did. Because you were my family, despite all the bullshit. And you know what makes me even more of a fool? I would have done it all again even if I knew that when you came home you were going to toss me to the side for my brother, for the club. Because that’s how much I cared. But time and time again you never show up for me and I’ve had it. It took for me to lose everything to realize it.” You were staring at the picture of your family. You, Gemma, JT, Jax, baby Thomas. 

“What do you want me to do?” It was a typical response from Opie, looking for direction. It caused a genuine but sad laugh to escape from your mouth. 

“You do what you do best, Ope.” You nodded your head in approval as you spoke, “wear that reaper patch with pride, every time you look at the blood that drips off the scythe, remember everyone you’ve lost. Including me. Then look around that fucking god forsaken table while you’re in church, take in those faces around you, look at that skull on your rocker and bask in it. Because they all mattered more than every single person you lost.” 

Tears fell from your eyes as you said it. It was harsh, but it was the truth. You weren’t going to hold back anymore. 

“What are you going to do?” Opie didn’t seem phased by the words, but he was also good at hiding his true emotions. 

“I’m going to pack my shit up and leave. Tonight. Because I can’t bury my baby brother. I won’t do it. I’m taking the kids and I’m leaving.” 

Opie was silent. You knew he wouldn’t tell anyone. They’d ask him and he’d lie, while you might not have known Opie anymore, you did still know him at his core. He wouldn’t rat you out. 

You nodded your head at the silence on the line, “thanks for checking in Ope, have a good life.”

And with that you hung up. It was the oddest sense of closure. It was everything you’ve ever wanted to say to him, but the numbness of everything happening made it impossible to feel completely relieved. You didn’t dwell in it too long, you got up, wiped your tears, and held yourself to your word. Beginning to pack up your necessities, you quickly sent a text to Nero that you would be at his place soon to pick up Abel and Thomas. There wasn’t much to pack, clothes, some mementos. But not much, just the photos you held dear to your heart, some jewelry Tara had given you, some things that were left behind in Gemma’s will and that was it. A new life meant a new life. Despite the hold this town had on your brother, you knew this is what he would have wanted. If you couldn’t do it for yourself you would have solace knowing you were doing it for him.

Your whole life sat packed by the door in 3 bags total. The keys swung around your fingers as you headed toward the door to go pick up the kids before you’d come back, pack the car up and go. 

Without a thought, you swung the door open and jumped back when you weren’t met with the usual open space. A 6’4” tall body stood at the door. No kutte in sight, his beanie snug on his head. He effortlessly held a backpack slung over his shoulder and a duffel bag in his left hand. 

Taking it all in, you finally felt it. Closure. 

“If you’re gonna take that shitty car on your Charming dash, I figured you were going to need a mechanic on the road with you.” Opie said, staring down at you. 

“I don’t need a mechanic,” the words would have gutted Opie if you didn’t follow them up with your next few. 

“I need my best friend.”

#opie winston #opie winston x reader #opie winston x y/n #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfic #soa fanfic #soa #soa imagine #teller sister reader insert #teller sister #garbinge

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

Half As Good As You (1 / 2)

Jax Teller x Female Reader

A/N: I know i’m late to the party, but I am finally catching up with Sons of Anarchy, also known as one of the greatest shows ever made. I absolutely adore it, for so many reasons (Charlie Hunnam obviously being one of them). Jax Teller is such a promising character, with such an enormous literary potential, I couldn’t resist. 

This two-part story is loosely based on Tom Odell’s song “Half As Good As You”. 

Please enjoy, feedback is appreciated if you feel like leaving something. 

Warnings: a lil’ bit of angst and heartache. 

What a spectacular day for murder, you thought, grabbing your Balenciaga bag from the passenger seat right next to you, your cold take-out coffee’s smell still hanging in the confines of your car.

Charming welcomed you back with cloudless, infinite azure and blinding yellow sun, an airplane chalking a line on the canvas of the sky above your head.

Swinging that bag over your shoulder, you let your gaze wander back to the house in front of you; the empty driveway, those colorless roses and the unwelcoming cold blue paint that you never thought you’d see again.

Your sister might have lived in that house now, but the vibe of it hadn’t changed much - it still stank of bleach, burned leather and filthy secrets. 

And to think you were to spend a weekend in these walls, where every little detail, everything - reminded you of him.

It felt like it had been ages; all your memories were just some stories someone had told you at some point, with no beginning and no end, pages ripped from old dusty journals for which no one had a care in the world anymore.

You lied, of course, when you told your sister if you’d come down it’d strictly be out of the goodness of the heart. Over the phone, you insisted on not wanting to leave the house before the wedding - that fucking house you hated the most in the entire world, that gas chamber in which you knew you’d have trouble to breathe - because you’d only come to watch her kids, while she gets drunk & partially naked before she ties the knot.

The sound of a roaring engine a few blocks away interrupted your train of thought as shivers ran down your spine, your fingers gripping steering wheel so hard your skin turned white.

Coming to Charming was a mistake.

Leaving the city in the first place was a choice, with which you’d learned to live.

Or so you thought.

Dawns were always the worst.

The subtle shift of light at around five in the morning gave the shit in his room back its color: the deep navy of his crumpled sheets, striking whites, yellows and greens of his underwear, scattered around, and the soft amber of the dresser, with framed pictures on top.

Jax would look at these colors perfect themselves, come out in all of their intensive glory, yet this would never amount to anything - no change in his black-and-white routine.

The rising sun later chose the best angle for its mindful rays, whitening out the faces on those photos. Most of the time, if Jax would let his eyes slip over the paper’s polished surface - accidentally, he kept telling himself - all he saw was perfect squares of bright light, the sun doing the job his brain couldn’t - saving him all the heartache.

The morning would paint his misery a new, less lethargic color as he’d drink his coffee at the bar, surrounded by his brothers, all laughing and talking in hoarse, morning voices. That would shake him up a little, the claws of last night’s dreams letting go some. Those dreams died eventually, but the nightmare of reality went on, and sometimes it was difficult for Jax to tell one from the other.

He didn’t know it yet, but today was going to push his coping mechanisms to a whole new level.

Sitting at the bar, his long fingers wrapped around a big cup of coffee, Jax kept digging holes in the middle of a microwaved cherry pie with a table spoon. He wasn’t hungry, but he knew he had to get some food into him - the day promised to be busy and chaotic, he’d get lucky if he got a chance to eat before dinner.

“Aye, Jackie-boy, any news from Ope?” Jax slowly registered Chibs’ words as the Scot called for his attention, carefully sipping on his steamy tea.

It took a moment for Telford’s words to settle in; retrieving his phone from the side pocket of his sweats, Jax powered the display.

“Yeah, he’s...”

Words stuck in his throat, a lump he tried to push down, swallowing hard. He dropped the phone flat on the bar table, the sound deafening. Inhaling deeply, Jax brought one of his hands up to rub his eyes, his elbow knocking over the cup of lukewarm coffee.

The drops of brownish liquid landed on your face, smiling at him from his phone, with Opie’s kids on either side.

Y/N’s in town. I’m sorry, man, we didn’t think she’d actually show. I’m on my way.

‘He’s on his way.’

Wiping his phone with the white t-shirt he still wore from last night, Jax scrolled down to see if Opie sent more of that stunningly pretty, makeup-free face of yours.

Winston didn’t.

It didn’t really matter, because one look at you had already sent his imagination reeling, his heart twisting in regret while beating ten hundred miles a minute.

You were back in Charming. The idea seemed outrageous, his thoughts even more so.

Maybe, it was a sign. Maybe, this was his past coming around to give him another shot to do this different. Better.

Maybe you two could work the shit out in the end of the day, maybe... maybe you came back for him.

“Hey Prospect, clean this shit up, will you?”

Grabbing his phone from the table, Jax motioned towards the black puddle on the floor once he got Half-Sack’s attention.

Running his fingers through the dirty-blond mane of hair, Teller headed to his room to take a shower, wash those bullshit thoughts away.

That’s all they were. Bullshit.

Your arrival lit a match in his mind, anger consuming him quicker than fire licking at dry paper.

And to what end?

The anger would come and go, leaving not even a fucking hint of solace behind.

So would you.

You never got around to babysitting that evening.

Dua Lipa’s voice blaring from the speakers, you could feel your chest rumble to the rhythm. The place was swarming with people; the bar welcomed a big crowd tonight, and under flickering lights you zeroed in on a face now and again, pacing your evening by the number of people you managed to make out from the human drunken mass.

Donna was having the time of her life as she swayed her hips to the beat. Her cheeks a lovely shade of pink, she laughed at something your friend Chloe said, wrinkles in the corners of her eyes, silent witnesses of her happiness.

Fumbling with your Margarita, you watched your sister closely, trying to convince yourself it was okay. It was Harry she was marrying for God’s sake. That teddy bear of a man that’d kill for her if needed.

And that was exactly what didn’t sit quite well with you.

You threw your head back, finishing your drink in one single gulp. Slamming the glass against the bar, you motioned for the bartender to approach. The young man with a messy man bun flashed you a smile, silently asking what your next choice would be.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” you yelled over the music, leaning over the bar so he could hear you better. Smiling still, the guy nodded, getting to it right away.

You plopped back on your seat, scanning the crowd with your eyes, again, trying to pass the time.

The scene hadn’t changed much since the last time you checked - most of the faces remained the same, the only difference being the cloudiness in people’s stares and sloppiness of their movements.

Yet your eyes narrowed as soon as you caught a young, handsome man staring at you, averting his gaze as soon as you spotted him. You were pretty sure you had never met him, yet something about him felt familiar... and suspicious.

Paying for your whiskey, you slipped off the bar stool, and slowly made your way to Donna.

“I’m going to get some air,’ you screamed into her ear, the beat of the basses making your knees tremble. Donna looked at you for a moment, as if trying to figure out your motives. Then she quickly nodded, lightly squeezing your wrist before letting go.

Gripping your whiskey glass tightly in order not to spill its contents, you made your way through the shifting crowd and into the hallway, slowly but surely.

Just as you walked out from the bar area, you noticed that young man you caught staring before turning around on his heels, following you.

It was a fleeting moment kind of realization, as you noticed Prospect written in bold letters on the back of the kutte the guy was wearing. Immediately you squirmed, pushing your way out of the bar with your elbows, slamming your glass on one of the unoccupied tables as you advanced.

“Shit,” you cursed, your eyes dashing around in search for a place to hide as soon as you reached the hallway.

You were being fucking followed. From the very fucking beginning. And by whom? By the Sons of Fucking Anarchy.

That would definitely up the number of candidates on your list for a well-deserved one night stand.

Thank God they didn’t think of sending someone bigger and meaner-looking, like Tig. Then your chances of getting laid tonight would have been non-existent, with the blue-eyed biker following you around like a shadow... shadow of death.

You froze at the thought, your mind painting the reaper tattoo before your eyes, angry black traits marking Jax’ ripped back.

The Prospect didn’t stay inside with Donna. It’s you he’d been told to follow around.

Clutching both of your fists in a sudden wave of anger that hit you like a speeding train, you muttered obscenities, your chest heaving.

Trying to swim against the current was useless at this point - you couldn’t change the way things were in this town years ago, why jump headfirst into that fight all over again? - yet two could play this game, you thought, Jax fucking Teller.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you were so lost in your thoughts, your eyes drilling a hole in the marble floor, you hadn’t noticed a pair of bright classy purple shoes walk out of the men’s restroom. Your eyes instantly flicked up to face a handsome stranger with deep grey eyes and a three-day black stubble on his razor-sharp cheekbones. The stranger smiled at you warmly, slipping both of his hands in the pockets of his expensive-looking jeans.

Bingo, you thought, mix of liquid courage and adrenaline spilling into your veins.

“Hi,” giving him a half-smile, you threw a quick glance over your shoulder.

Damn Prospect was watching you through the small dirty window in the door.

Grabbing the stranger by the lapels of his leather jacket, you pulled him in, your lips smashing against his.

You couldn’t even register one thing at a time, whirlwind of sensations and puzzle-like thoughts flooding your mind. He smelled of leather, cigarette smoke and musk, a sinful mix so familiar your stomach ached in an overwhelming need to stain yourself with it; steal it, carry it. The only thing stopping you was the absence of an important undernote, something sugary and spicy like oud or patchouli...

You figured it out in a matter of seconds, and even though the detail was bound to ruin everything, you still tried. Tried to fool yourself.

Even though his lips were a little too full for your liking. A little too soft. A little too innocent. A little too different from what you loved.

With your eyes closed, you bit his bottom lip, focusing on the way his rough cheeks felt against the palms of your hands as you cupped his face.

He didn’t bite back. He didn’t grab your hips with his hands, pulling you in closer. He didn’t moan into your mouth.

You didn’t click and that was that.

You still tried.

Holding on to that familiarity of rough beard under your fingertips, his scent completely engulfing you, you thought whether he hollowed his cheeks when he inhaled the smoke. He wasn’t a manual worker - you could tell from the softness of his touch as he positioned one of his hands on the nape of your neck. Exactly, positioned - that was the word. To describe a nearly mechanic movement of those soft little fingers.

Probably ain’t that good with his hands, darlin’ - Jax’ shit-eating grin appeared before your eyes for a millisecond, exactly the time it took for you to try and get a hold of yourself again.

You tried.

Your eyes fluttered open as the stranger rolled his tongue over your bottom lip - a little provocation that made you lose your mind back in the day. This time it felt like an ice-bucket full of water being dumped on the top of your head. It felt invasive, arrogant and wrong. It felt wrong, fault of his lips, his smell, his cheeks... Fault of him not being who you wanted him to be.

The stranger kissed you with his grey eyes open. And it shouldn’t have mattered at all - for all you knew, you’d have never seen him again - but it fucking did; the man you wanted always closed his eyes with your lips on his.

‘Hey, could you...’ you whispered, your lips still touching his. ‘Could you please close your eyes?...’

No answer followed. The stranger moved his head a little, confused look of those grey eyes settling on your face.

You ransacked your mind for something to say that could justify the shitty stunt you pulled; nothing came out. Luckily, the outside world came knocking soon enough.

‘Y/N!’ swinging the door to the bar open, Donna and her flushed and happy face came into view. ‘We’re doing shots, you with us?’

‘Yeah!’ you answered a little too quickly, relief in your voice almost tangible. ‘I’m coming’.

You gave the stranger a sympathetic look before letting go of his jacket.

‘I’m sorry,’ you told him blankly, not sure what kind of emotion he’d expect from you, given the context. ‘It was nice meeting you, uh...’

‘Gabriel’, he filled in, his lips still raw from the kiss you shared.

‘Gabriel,’ you repeated, knowing you’d forget his name the moment you’d turn away. ‘See you around, I guess’.

Just as you left the man with purple shoes behind, following Donna, you noticed the Prospect by the bar. He caught your eyes and gave you an uneasy smile.

For a spy, the guy isn’t exactly hiding, you thought. Biting the inside of your cheeks, you decided to finish what you started for once and headed his way.

Nighttime had always been the time for his demons to come out to play. To bring out the worst in him.

Tonight, however, felt different.

The night was silent, save for the car engines revving miles away from Teller Morrow. Stars dotted the inky sky, their shine so bright they looked like holes in heaven’s floor.

Jax’s mind was clear – not a single stray thought corrupting the peacefulness of the moment. The roof may have trembled under his feet, good old tunes rocking the walls of the club, but he heard none of it, not a single note. Hollowing his cheeks, he took a deep drag of his cigarette ; the smoke eddied coolly down his throat, until he puffed it out slowly – milky white and circular.

This stillness was new to Jax, the feeling of time rolling by in its silent and endless way soothing him. He wallowed in it for a moment ; until the thuds of careful steps reached his ears.

Dumping the cigarette butt over the roof and straight down on the parking lot, Jax watched Opie’s impressive, broad frame block the harvest moon from the view, as he slowly climbed the stairs.

‘If this ain’t the man of the hour,’ Jax said, his lips bearing the semblance of a smile. ‘Tired of enjoying your last days of freedom yet?’

Opie chuckled quietly, making his way to his best friend. He shook his head slightly, taking a seat next to Jax, his eyes immediately drawn to the beauty that was the night sky.

‘I’ve belonged to Donna since forever, man,’ Opie shrugged, moonlight reflecting in his dark eyes. ‘This is just an excuse for boys to enjoy booze and pussy’.

Jax rolled his tongue over his bottom lip before biting on it, smiling knowingly.

‘Yeah,’ he let out, nodding slowly. Fumbling with his cigarettes, he offered one to Ope. Winston gladly accepted, lighting it up.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, listening to downtown Charming snore softly in its agitated sleep.

‘Saw you talking to Ima at the bar,’ Opie was first to break the silence, exhaling the smoke. ‘She still carries a torch for you?’

A crooked half-smile graced Jax’ face at the question; he slowly stood up, raising both of his hands and stretching, the hoodie he was wearing rolling up a tad, thus showing toned muscles.

‘Don’t even get me started on this one, man’, Jax shook his head, raising his eyebrows in desperate gesture. ‘She keeps pestering me about that old lady shit…’

Opie whistled, watching Jax lean over the roof barrier, and following him shortly.

‘Ima? An old lady?’ Opie repeated in disbelief, Jax watching him with a blooming smirk. ‘She’s really getting desperate ain’t she?’

Jax let out a booming laugh before staring down into the ground, his thoughts taking him elsewhere.

Comfotable silence settled over the roof again. It were as if the world had stopped, came to a much needed halt, yet both Jax and Opie knew the feeling wouldn’t last.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever get around to what you’re doing, Ope’, Teller suddenly confessed, unblinking, voicing the thoughts that’d been plaguing his mind for what seemed like ages. ‘How am I supposed to ask someone to just open themselves up to the neverending load of shit we’re dealing with on a regular basis? I deal arms, I sell porn, I hurt people. That’s all I’m good for. Who would ever want to be associated with this kind of psycho, huh? Maybe Ima is my end game.’

Jax smiled bitterly, stealing a quick glance at the Teller Morrow sign on his left, even unlit a painful reminder of who he was. Opie grabbed Jax’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

‘Bullshit,’ he protested, shoving Jax back a tad unintentionally. He looked Teller right into the eyes, holding that heavy stare of stormy blue orbs for a moment. ‘I know someone who did want that, Jax’, he finally said, letting go of his friend, sadness lacing his words. ‘You’re not asking for a goddamn moon’.

The Vice-President of SAMCRO sneered, biting on the inside of his cheek. Opie knew he took a plunge in dangerous waters with that statement, but he also knew he needed to put this shit Jax’d been going through ever since that fight of yours on the table.

‘Damn straight I am,’ Jax bit back roughly, not even trying not to rise to the bait. ‘That someone you know made sure I was aware of that,’ he spat, his voice dripping with anger.

‘You’re not being fair, man’ Opie stated sternly, taking a step back and shoving both hands into his jeans’ pockets, his eyes never quitting Jax’ face. ‘You both said things you didn’t mean that night. Besides,’ his voice softening up a bit, he continued. ‘Can you really blame her? After what we did to the A.T.F.?’

Jax scoffed, turning his head in Opie’s direction. The fire that anger lit in his eyes wasn’t quite gone yet, its sparks still lingering on the surface of Teller’s irises.

‘Donna didn’t seem to mind,’ he observed spitefully, turning around and leaning on the barrier, folding his hands across his chest, as if protecting his bleeding heart.

‘Donna doesn’t know!’ Opie retorted almost instantly. ‘That’s why I’m still marrying her on Tuesday!’ once the words were out of his mouth, he rubbed one of his hands against his beard, looking away, exasperated. ‘Y/N didn’t tell her shit’, he added quietly.

Gritting his teeth, Jax faced the barrier again, grabbing it with both of his hands. Rocking himself back and forth on his heels, he let out an irritated, rumbling sigh.

There was something in that sound of air pushing its way in between Jax’s lips that made Opie freeze; the fierceness of heartache behind it. Opie watched. He watched Jax’s face, as Teller bit the inside of his bottom lip, shaking his head, lowering his gaze – hiding those glossy baby blues of his.

Then he knew.

Jax’s anger was nothing but a shield for pain. Empty bravado. Signifying nothing.

Each word coming out of Teller’s mouth was an activated grenade; Jax was a soldier, cornered by his pain, scared, desperate and so damn lonely. Bitterness was his surviving mechanism. Little did he know that those verbal grenades he threw would eventually end up backfiring at him. And then that anger – that shield he carried – would clatter to the ground and the pain would hit him like a tsunami. Choking him. Drowning him.

‘I don’t care,’ Jax finally spoke, facing his best friend again. Strangled emotion seeped out of his words, only confirming what Ope had already knew.  ‘If I had to choose between Y/N and that A.T.F.’s wife again, I wouldn’t have done a damn thing differently. I will always choose Y/N.’

Protectiveness rang in Jax’s voice, like bullets falling on the ground. He eyed Opie almost threateningly, daring him to challenge his statement.

Opie nodded slowly, reassuringly. This simple gesture made Jax’s body relax a bit, as he rolled back his shoulders.

‘I know, man,’ Opie spoke calmly. ‘Y/N knows it, too, and she’s grateful, trust me. There was only one way to do it with her getting out alive,’ Winston frowned at the thought, watching the same kind of expression darken Jax’s features. ‘She now lives with the weight of two deaths on her shoulders, for God’s sake, cut her some slack.’

‘She didn’t pull that trigger on the A.T.F. when he came asking about his old lady, Ope,’ Jax rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands tiredly. He clearly did not want to have the same kind of conversation with Ope that he would have with himself in the darkness of the night. ‘I did’, he said, more to himself than to Winston, not even looking at his brother. ‘I killed him.’

Jax vocalized what he’d been telling himself ever since you left, forcing himself to believe that this – he – was the reason you two broke and could never be put together again.

‘Those two deaths are on me,’ he added, hoping his mind would be satisfied with the self-hatred audible in his confession. But it wasn’t. He knew the same thoughts would be back to haunt him in the night all over again.

‘This is on Mayans, Jax, all of it’, Opie tried to counter, watching Jax being submerged with the idea of who he thought he was. The idea that was, of course, complete and utter bullshit. ‘All you did was protecting your family. Protecting the club.’

‘Yeah, whatever’, Jax managed a small smile, almost free of bitterness. ‘It’s over, Ope. It’s done’.

Lowering his head, Jax searched for his cigarettes in his pockets, slapping his palms against the leather of his kutte. Finally finding what he’d been looking for, he took a Zippo lighter from Opie’s stretched hand and lit up the cancer stick.

Hollowing his cheeks, inhaling deeply, Jax raised his eyebrows at Ope, judging from his uneasy expression that he wanted to speak, but weren’t sure how to go about it.

‘You know it ain’t over, man’ Winston finally managed, his voice quiet and hoarse. ‘You still love her’.

The statement made Jax chuckle for some mysterious reason ; he threw his head back, slowly exhaling the smoke as it carressed his lips. Watching Ope with the same amused yet hard expression he learned to master, Jax spread his arms, as wide as they would go.

‘Yeah, well, I guess I’m shit out of luck then, ain’t I?’ a wicked smile grew on his mouth. ‘I’ll just have to find someone half as good as her, and that’s that. Consider myself lucky if I do.’

Opie huffed out a breath, looking away and down at the parking lot, shaking his head. Jax leaned against the roof barrier, taking another deep drag of his cigarette, dropping his gaze.

‘Or,’ Opie broke the silence all of the sudden. ‘You can just talk to her. Work this shit out’.

Jax gave his friend a sideways glance, a ghost of hope settling along the curves of his red lips.

‘She won’t see me, Ope,’ Jax’s words were contradicting his body language. He stood straighter, letting his chest open up as he leaned backfirst onto the barrier. ‘I’m dead to her’.

‘Guess she’s here to visit your grave then,’ Opie smirked, motioning towards the parking lot with a slight movement of his chin.

Jax’s immediate reaction was a deep, skin-creasing frown, his mind a surging perplexity. Opie could literally see the realization dawn on him, the walls he had spent all these years bulding high and deep crumbling at his feet. All it took was one look at you ; one look at that black car that brought you home.

Dread flashing in his blue eyes, excitement creeping up his spine, Jax didn’t even realize he’d been holding his breath for three minutes straight. His heart trying to escape the rattling cage that was his chest, Teller closed his eyes. Anticipation tingling through him like electric current, down to his Nike-cladded feet, he bit his bottom lip, regaining control over his body.

His blue sparkling eyes flashed in the darkness as Opie’s gentle, yet slightly mocking voice cut the tension like a knife :

‘If I were you,’ trying to keep the urge to smile at bay, Winston pursued his lips. ‘I’d hurry downstairs before Ima spots Y/N at the entrance…’

‘Shit !’ Jax hissed, already climbing down the stairs as fast as his feet would take him. In one adrenaline-fuelled jump he leapt towards the entrance door of the club, his brain on fast-forward and his heart skipping several beats at a time at the thought of seeing you…

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller imagine #jax teller x you #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #soa one shot #jax teller one shot #jax teller angst

[thedarklightwithinus]

For Whom the Wrath Falls. P2

A/N; This book is already on both QuoteV and Fanfiction.net with Forty chapters! Just seeing how well it takes on here, then I’ll be posting more! 

Words; 2.6k

Pairing; Opie Winston x Reader

Fandom; Sons of Anarchy

{FYI; Donna and the kids do not exist... Sorry}

PART ONE Harley sighed deeply as she continued to watch her car with disinterest. She had come to a standstill minutes prior near a picnic bench. Knowing that after the stunt she had pulled a year ago, it would have been unwise to leave the lot and with that in mind, she had taken a seat on top the table, her elbow resting on her knee and her chin in her palm as she continued to lock and unlock her car with the key in her free hand.

The door behind her opened and closed as she heard footsteps growing louder. Harley ignored the sound as she sighed once more, watching her headlights flash as the figure took a seat beside her on the table and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “You're gonna’ drain the battery if you carry on like that.” Jax told her, pulling a lighter from his pocket and lighting his cigarette up. 

“Maybe that’s my intention.” Harley told him blankly, lowering her arm as she locked the car one final time and shoved her keys into her pocket. The two siblings sat in silence for the next few minutes, listening to the chatter and noise of power tools being used off to the right of them. “How have you been?” Harley finally spoke up, turning to raise a brow at Jax who grinned finally. 

Jax nodded, releasing a mouthful of smoke before he spoke up. “I’ve been doin’ good...” He trailed off, watching as she nodded and looked towards a flock of birds that flew overhead. Jax knew what he wanted to ask her. Why did you leave? Why were we left in the dark? Where did you go? However, he knew that if he were to ask the questions they had all been wondering, he had to do it in a way that didn’t scare her off or anger her. “How’ve you been?” 

He watched his sister closely, noticing the way her facial expression pained for a split-second before she plastered a smile on her face and turned to smirk at him. “Good. Just can’t believe it's been a year since I saw your ugly mug.” Jax chuckled, shaking his head as Harley’s smile grew slightly. “Things really don’t change round here, do they? Honestly thought dad would’ve made a few tweaks here and there... Swear that wrench was there before I left.” She teased as she pointed to a discarded wrench on the ground. 

“You know Clay.” Jax told her, nudging her in the side with his elbow. “Likes to keep everything in check. He can’t stand not knowing what goes on around here, so I think he just chooses to keep everything the same.” Harley nodded, understanding where he was coming from. If there was one thing Clay Morrow wanted more than anything, it was to know the ins and outs of his club. To know every single detail that went down and then some. “The boys looked excited to see you.” Harley nodded slowly, clearing her throat as did so. “Look, Harls... I’m not gonna beat around the bush here... He want’s answers.” 

“He’s not getting any!” Harley snapped, turning away from him as she glared at her car. Harley understood the relationship Jax had with Opie as it was the same one the two of them had, only slightly deeper due to the pair of them being boys and the same age. Harley tried hard to fight the annoyance that had taken over. Though Jackson Teller was loyal to his little sister, he would always have his brothers back. She finally muttered out, “He was meant to be going nomad..."

Harley jumped when Jax released a barking laugh, turning to scowl at him as he discarded his cigarette, shaking his head in slight humour as he spoke up, “Opie going nomad?” He asked with a snort. “He's SAMCRO all the way, darlin’. Is that why you left? Because you thought he was leaving?”

“No, that’s not why I left.” Harley told him, honestly. “My whole world doesn’t revolve around him... I needed a breath of fresh air and thought the best place to get it was away from Charming. If id’ve told anyone I was going, the lot of you would’ve stopped me.” Jax nodded, knowing that the statement was true. “I went to stay with a friend who I met in school... She moved when her dad was offered a better job.”

“Harley... You don’t have to tell me shit.” Jax told her, standing up as he motioned back towards the clubhouse. “Let’s go back inside, yeah? Tara will be along soon with Abel... You gotta meet your nephew.” Though he ignored it, Jax couldn’t help but frown at the look that filled her eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure on just what it was. “Bit of a belated meeting, I've got to say.” 

Harley pushed herself of the table and followed after him, kicking at a tiny rock that sat on the ground as she did so. Once again, she was filled with the smell of alcohol and smoke when she had followed Jax into the clubhouse, coming to a standstill at the table Gemma and Clay still sat at. Jax patted her back lightly, turning to make his way back over to where some of the boys were playing pool. Harley sent Gemma and Clay an apologetic smile and allowed her mother to pull her down into the booth. 

Gemma wrapped an arm around her daughter's waist as she raised a brow. “You done being angry now, sweetheart?” She asked in a tone full of humour. Harley nodded as she looked up to see Bobby making his way towards the table, holding out a drink for her. 

Harley grinned at him, thanking him softly as she took the drink. “Welcome home, doll.” He replied, nodding at Clay before he turned and made his way back to the bar in order to sit with Piney Winston who raised a glass when he noticed Harley’s eyes on him. Harley raised hers in return, grinning at the old man before she finally turned to talk to her parents. 

The next two hours was spent talking about what had changed and who had left since Harley had been gone. As the time passed, multiple people, both sons and others had come to greet her, welcoming her home with open arms. Harley, however, had made a mental not to thank her brother later for keeping Opie at bay. Though she was happy to see him alive and well, she wasn’t so sure on just how she’d react upon him speaking to her. Even though a whole year had passed, she could still feel the anger and hurt seeping upwards. 

Harley looked up at the sound of the door opening, smiling softly as she saw the dark-haired woman entering the club house. When she had heard the news of Tara’s return from a brief message from her mother three months after she left, she almost couldn’t believe it. Harley had been so sure that Jax would marry the girl when he dated her as teens and hated the moment she had upped and left. 

Gemma was quick to push herself up and make her way towards Tara, greeting her as she grabbed her grandson from her arms and made her way back to Harley. Clay patted her shoulder and moved away towards Bobby, leaving Harley on her own.

Though she tried hard to fight it, Harley couldn’t stop the ache that had taken over her heart when she clapped eyes on the now almost one year old in her mother's arms. She almost prayed silently that Gemma would take a turn and not bring the child to her. However, when she pointed towards her and whispered something to the baby, she knew that she was about to meet her nephew. 

“Who’s this, Abel?” Gemma asked him in a childish voice. “This is your auntie Harley!” She told him with a grin as she took a seat beside Harley with the brightest smile Harley had ever seen her wear. “Harley, meet your nephew Abel.” Harley stared at the blonde-haired baby blankly as he looked back at her, his blue eyes blown curious as he shoved his fist in his mouth. “Here, take him while I go get some more drinks.” Gemma told her daughter, holding the baby out as Harley shook her head frantically. 

“I’ll get the drinks, Ma’.” She told her quickly, keeping her arms away from Abel who began to kick his feet. Gemma scoffed and shook her head, pushing Abel to her daughter's lap and waiting for her to hold him. “Just... Be quick.” She muttered, gripping Abel under the arms and holding him as Gemma stood up and moved to the bar. 

Harley avoided looking at Abel as she stared off towards the door, willing Gemma to hurry back as she felt Abel squirm in her grasp. “Baa, ba, ba.” Abel cooed out, his hand dashing out to grab a handful of Harley’s shirt. Having no choice but to look down, Harley stared at the baby, her heart breaking even more as every second passed. She felt the tears coming before she even had a chance to stop them as Abel leaned forward and rested his head against her chest.

Though she tried harder than she ever had before, Harley felt the first of her tears fall as she moved her arms to hold Abel close to her, resting her head on his own as she sobbed silently, wondering why she couldn’t stop the sadness that had over taken her. Abel continued to kick his legs slightly while his aunt cried silently above him. 

Tara perked up from her spot beside Jax at the bar when she just so happened to catch a glimpse of Harley, her brows furrowing as she nudged Jax. “Jax...” She muttered, feeling the gazes of not only her boyfriends, but that of Opie and Juice’s on her. She nodded towards Harley and watched as the three men followed her gaze. 

Jax watched her for a few moments, wondering why Tara looked so confused before he picked up on just what was happening. Though his sister was looking in the opposite direction, he could see her form shake every few seconds, a sign he had picked up on when Tara had cried the few times in his presence. “Is she... Cryin’?”

“Do you think we should go see what’s up?” Tara asked, biting her lip as she looked towards Gemma at the bar who shook her head when she noticed the younger women's gaze, shrugging as an answer to the question she knew Tara wanted to ask. She didn’t know what was up either. 

“She was fine when I left her.” Jax spoke up, watching as Harley wiped at her face and rubbed a hand over his sons back while she muttered something to him, another wave of tears falling from her eyes. “Hey,” He whispered, nudging Opie in the ribs as he nodded forwards. “This is your chance to talk to her. Just ask if she's alright first.” Opie nodded, jumping at the chance to talk to the woman he was all but ready to marry. He downed his beer and stood up, moving around the other chairs and towards Harley.

#Sons of Anarchy Motercycle Club #soa #sons of anarchy #opie winston #opie winston x reader #Jax Teller #Gemma Teller-Morrow #Clay Morrow #samcro #jax teller x reader

[rayslittlekitten]

It’s Not Cheating

"You Got This” Masterlist

A/N: Wow it’s been a hot minute (like two weeks) since I’ve written anything. Here’s a little something for Fanfic Friday from like two weeks ago. I knew this was going to be a Jax/Opie’s sister fic so this is from the “You Got This” universe.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~800

Pairing: Teenage!Jax Teller x Teenage F!Reader/OFC

Contains: Protective Jax, cursing, fluff, Jax being flirty, maybe some spelling/grammatical errors

Photo Prompt:

You, Jax, Opie and his girlfriend go on another “double date”. This time it’s at the town arcade where all the kids and a lot of teenagers hang out. While Opie and Kate is doing what you’re sure is making out in the photo booth, you and Jax are trying to roll some balls into some narrow holes six feet in front of the both of you.

“You’re losing your touch, Winston. You use to be a skeeball master. What happened?” Jax successfully gets a ball into the hole with the highest points.

“Your ass is distracting me,” you flirt.

“My ass is distracting?” Jax chuckles. “Darlin’ you’re the one struttin’ around in those tight jean shorts.” Jax glances over at your ass and notices in his peripheral vision few guys behind you checking you out.

“What the fuck are you pricks looking at?” Jax stalks over to them with a weighted ball clutched in his hand, looking like he’s ready to shove it down one of their throats.

You turn your head and follow Jax to see who he’s talking to and where he’s heading.

“Jackson!” You chase after him and grab his wrist, taking the potential weapon away from him. Jax guides you behind him, acting as a barrier between you and these boys.

Jax stares them down for a moment, studying and burning each of their faces into his memory.

“I better not fucking see you guys again!" Jax warns them.

He watches intently as the group chuckles and rolls their eyes before casually walking away. After a moment, you tug on Jax's hand.

"Jackson, they weren't worth it. They're just dumb boys from school," you tell him. Jax finally looks over at you.

"You know them?" Jax asks, wide-eyed.

"Well, I know who they are, but I don't hang out with them or anything," you tell Jax. "They're typical stupid teenage boys who look at all the girls. They're harmless."

Jax takes off his flannel, leaving him in his white tee and starts wrapping the sleeves around your waist.

"What are you doing?" You put your arms up above your head to allow whatever Jax is doing.

"I'm covering your ass so no one else can look at it," Jax responds as he tightly knots the sleeves around your lower waist.

You roll your eyes and shake your head while smirking.

"That sweet ass is for my eyes only." Jax reaches his hands back to palm your ass and pulls you in against his body. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at him.

"Well, that sweet ass wants a giant teddy bear, Teller."

"Then that sweet ass will get what it wants." Jax smirks and leans down to smash his lips against yours. "And then that sweet ass will be mines." Jax squeezes your ass.

You giggle and playfully shove him. "Perv!"

"Only a perv for you." Jax winks before walking over to the skeeball machine again. He puts a quarter into the machine to start it up and when the balls get released, he grabs as many as he can and then climbs onto the machine, then walks up to the other end and one by one, dumps the balls into the hole that scores the highest points.

"Oh my God, Jackson! You can't do that! That's cheating!" You tell him with your hands over your face.

"Says who?" He goes back to get more balls and repeats it until time is up. He walks back to the front of the machine and tickets are spitting out of the machine. He inserts another quarter. "It's not cheating unless you get caught, darlin'." He winks at you. "Be on the look out." He gently grabs your chin and gives you a peck on your lips.

You laugh as you watch your boyfriend fearlessly grab the weighted balls and shuffling over to the far end.

"Jax, what the hell?" the voice laughs.

You look over to find your brother and his girlfriend next to you.

Jax hops off the machine and looks down at the mountain of tickets pouring out at his feet.

"The Princess of Charming wants the giant teddy bear, so," Jax shrugs. "I'm winning it for her."

"You think that's enough tickets?" you ask. "I think you need like five thousand or something really high."

"You definitely need like twice as much as that." Opie points to the pile. "I won one for her last week but I did it the right way." Opie nods towards Kate.

"But if my baby sister wants one too, she will get it." Opie smiles at you and then walks to the skeeball machine next to Jax and slips a quarter into the machine. He follows Jax's lead.

#charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #jax teller #jax teller x reader #jax teller x you #jax teller fanfiction #jax teller x fem #jax teller x ofc #au #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #fanfic friday

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

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Game Of Thrones

Jon Snow

I’m sorry

Jon Snow x Reader

When Jon leaves for the wall he leaves everything behind including his lover what will happen when they reunite during the battle bastards but she is married.

What had to be done ft. Robb Stark (*Smut*)

Jon Snow x Reader x Robb Stark

Robb and his wife are unable to have children but need an heir. Jon is more than happy to help the young couple out.

Robb Stark

What had to be done ft. Jon Snow (*smut*)

Robb Stark x Reader X Jon Snow

Robb and his wife are unable to have children but need an heir. Jon is more than happy to help the young couple out.

I am truly the luckiest man

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb and his wife spend a few moments together with there children and Robb realizes just how lucky he truly is.

Happy Ever After

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb and his wife have been trying to have a child for a while with no luck. They decide to give it one more try. That try turns into three babies.

The Start Of Something Beautiful

Robb Stark x Reader

Robb discovers some new feelings for his best friend.

Both Of You Or None Of You Ft. Theon Greyjoy (Smut)

Robb Stark x Reader x Theon Greyjoy

Robb and Theon are in love with there best friend. She is in love with both of them and can't decide who she loves more.

Unexpected

Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

The princess is betrothed to Robb Stark. She expects him to be like her father but one day she confronts him and is pleasantly surprised by his response.

I made it home

Robb Stark X Reader

Robb Stark’s best friend goes South with Ned and the girls. She is imprisoned by Joffrey. Robb is told she was executed alongside his father. The hound helps her escape and she finds her way back to his camp. What happens when they’re reunited?

Romeo and Juliet

Robb Stark x Lannister Reader

In this World War II AU. The readers older brother introduces her to an American Soldier Robb Stark and his friends. She hates him and all his men because they're the enemy but she is proved wrong when she spends time with her brother, Robb, and a Canadian soldier Theon, and an English soldier Jon. U.S's Robb Stark and Italy's Y/N Lannister fall for each other. What will happen to the two ill-fated lovers? Will they be happily ever after? Or will they mirror Romeo and Juliet a little too much?

Sansa Stark

Saved me

Sansa Stark x Bolton Reader

The reader helps Sansa escape from her older half-brother Ramsay. When Jon and his men capture her to execute her after the battle of the bastards. Sansa free her and the two reunite.

Eddard Stark

Second Chances

Eddard Stark X Lannister Reader

After Catelyn's death Ned vows to never wed again. What happens when the king forces him to marry Robert wife's sister.

Daenerys Targaryen

I want to ride a dragon (*smut*)

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

Daenerys and her best friend get drunk one night and upgrade their relationship.

The curious Little Dragon Ft. Sandor Clegane

Deanerys Targaryen X daughter reader x The Hound Sandor Clegane

Deanerys daughter arrives at the dragon pit with her. She runs off and meets the Hound.

Sandor Clegane

The little wolf and the hound

Sandor Clegane x Stark Reader

Eddard Stark's eldest daughter escapes Kingslanding with the hound.

The Curious Little Dragon Ft. Daenerys Targaryen

The Hound Sandor Clegane x Daenerys Targaryen's daughter reader x Daenerys Targaryen

Deanerys daughter arrives at the dragon pit with her. She runs off and meets the Hound.

I Choose You My Puppy sequal to the curious little dragon

The Hound Sandor Clegane x Targaryen Reader

After Daenerys dies her daughter becomes queen. Every queen needs a king. Her closest companion and her personal guard The hound is there with her every step of the way. Sandor Clegane has fallen for her and she has fallen for him. What will she do?

Tormund Giantsbane

I have fallen in love with my enemy

Tormund Giantsbane x reader

All there lives children are told scary stories about the Wildlings. What happens when a Northen lady sides with Jon Snow and meets the wildings, more importantly, Tormund Giantsbane. What happens when she befriends the free folk king and falls for him

Set You Straight (*smut*)

Tormund Giantsbane x reader

When Tormund and his lover go to her sister's wedding and she spends the night flirting with Jon Snow. Her night ends in an argument and a sex filled night.

Oberyn Martell

Lost and found

Oberyn Martell x Niece/Adopted daughter of Tyrion Lannister reader

One of Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen's children survived. There youngest daughter Y/N. She has been raised by Tyrion Lannister as his bastard daughter. What happens when your actual mother's brother comes for you. What happens when he falls in love with you.

Cersei Lannister

You Deserve Better

Cersei Lannister x Baratheon Reader

Robert's sister has fallen in love with the wife he mistreats. One night the lady has enough and goes to comfort the queen. The king's sister comforts Cersei and they become friends until one night after Robert mistreats his wife again and the reader goes to her rescue once again and they admit there shared feelings.

Joffrey Baratheon

I see you

Joffrey Baratheon x reader

Joffrey has been friends with the reader since they were children. One day there attacked and Joffrey leaves his betrothed Sansa Stark for dead. His best friend sees Joffrey as a monster and decides to avoid him. What happens when he comforts her. Will their true feelings come out? Will their friendship end forever?

Ramsay Bolton

I love you

Ramsay Bolton x reader

Ramsay's new bride just found out about her pregnancy when she is attacked. Her husband rescues her and confesses his love for there family.

You are mine (*Smut*)

Ramsay Bolton x Younger half-sister

Ramsay's younger half-sister meets a suitor. Ramsay doesn't like his secret forbidden lover spending the day with her possible husband so he shows her who he belongs to.

How did I get so lucky (*smut*)

Ramsay Bolton x Younger Half Sister

Ramsay and his younger half-sister have been together for years. Their father leaves and they finally get married and share a love-filled wedding night.

Too Little Too Late Ft. Theon Greyjoy

Ramsay Bolton x reader x Theon Greyjoy

Theon Greyjoy left his lover that was carrying there baby when he went to the Iron Islands. The night before he left they got in a huge argument. She left and met Ramsay Bolton. They fell in love and got married. Ramsay has raised her son as his own after all these years. What happens when the reader’s husband returns home with the father of her child as a toy. What happens when she can’t stop thinking of the memories.

Theon Greyjoy

That Should Be Me

Theon Greyjoy x Stark Reader

Theon Greyjoy cheated on his betrothed Y/N Stark. She gets engaged to another lord. What happens when he relives there memories. Will he go after her? Will he let her go? (Based on the song That should be me by Justin Bieber)

Safe Haven

Theon Greyjoy x reader

Theon Greyjoy is sent by Eddard Stark to fetch the men the King sent to serve Ned Stark's army from Kingslanding. Needing a good lay he headed to a brothel recommended by one of the soldiers. The reader was working her first night there and Theon was her first client. Theon saw how nervous she was and talked with her. The ward realized she was not happy, safe or here by choice. What will he do? Will he take her? Will he leave her?

Too Little Too Late Ft. Ramsay Bolton

Theon Greyjoy x reader x Ramsay Bolton

Theon Greyjoy left his lover that was carrying there baby when he went to the Iron Islands. The night before he left they got in a huge argument. She left and met Ramsay Bolton. They fell in love and got married. Ramsay has raised her son as his own after all these years. What happens when the reader's husband returns home with the father of her child as a toy. What happens when she can't stop thinking of the memories.

Both Of You Or None Of You Ft. Robb Stark (Smut)

Theon Greyjoy x reader x Robb Stark

Robb and Theon are in love with there best friend. She is in love with both of them and can't decide who she loves more.

WWE

Dean Ambrose

I see the way you look at her

Dean Ambrose x Reader

Dean and the reader are dating but the reader decides to break up with him after she sees that he is in love with Renee Young.

I only have eyes for you (Sequal to I see the way you look at her)

Dean Ambrose x reader

The reader has won the Raw Women's championship from Alexa Bliss and is celebrating in the ring when her Ex- Dean Ambrose comes out. The lunatic Fringe congratulates her and then proposes. What will she say?

Jealousy looks good of you (*Smut*)

Dean Ambrose x reader

Dean and the reader meet up with reader's best guy friend. Reader and her friend are quite flirty and Dean takes off. She goes after him. When she walks in the house Dean shows her that jealousy looks good on him.

Seth Rollins

Do you think that low of me

Seth Rollins x reader

Seth Rollins and his on-screen girlfriend/friend with benefit gets pregnant and then avoids him. One day he confronts and she admits the news. Will they get together? What will happen to the two now that they know they're expecting?

Brie Bella

Age Doesn’t Define Us

Brie Bella x Reader

Brie has a girlfriend that is five years younger than her. It was a bad week for the two but Brie proves how much she loves her and cares for her through it all. First there was the hate in the internet, then a sleazy guy at the nightclub and last but not least Charlotte flair at Brie’s work.

13 Reasons Why

Justin Foley

You can’t blame yourself

Justin Foley x reader

Justin's girlfriend gives him a little comfort after he breaks down from his guilt about Hannah's suicide.

Sons Of Anarchy

Jax Teller

I am so sorry but you can’t leave us you can’t leave me I need you

Jax Teller x Winston Reader

Jax and Opie's little sister got together after Tara's death. They were together for a year when the reader finds out Jax slept with Wendy. The reader goes to leave Jax when he proposes. WIll she leave? Will she say yes?

Reign

Francis

I have made a lot of mistakes but your not one we are not one

Francis x Stuart Reader

When Mary takes off Francis and her sister fall in love. Mary returns and a bunch of madness occurs including her and Francis's marriage. Feeling betrayed the reader doesn't talk to Mary, Francis, or Lola until one day Francis and Kenna forces her to talk with him. He admits to loving her more than his wife. What will happen?

Inhumans

Maximus

My Queen

Maximus Boltagon x Amaquelin reader

Queen Medusa's little sister and Maximus were together when he took over Attilian. He brought the princess to the throne room and told her their family abandoned them. He asked the reader to marry him an be his queen. What did she say?

Riverdale

Fp Jones

Serpents Stick Together

Fp Jones x younger (legal) single mother Fogarty Reader

Your a young single mom returning back to Riverdale to your sick mom, younger brother, the southside, the serpents, all of your old friends including the former serpent king Sheriff Jones. You both discover some feelings for one another. Will you act on them? Will you ignore them? Read to find out?

Marvel

Logan AKA Wolverine

Love At First Sight

Logan AKA Wolverine x Summers Reader

Havok and Cyclops little sister and Logan fall in love at first sight

The Originals

Niklaus Mikaelson

A pleasant surprise (smut)

Niklaus Mikealson x reader

Klaus and his lover were turned into vampires together. They have loved one another for centuries. Klaus makes a mistake with a certain werewolf and gets her pregnant. The reader is upset but she forgives the original hybrid and they make love. But she gets a pleasantly shocking surprise.

Multi Chapter fics

Riverdale

The Dark Truth

Chapter 1: Fireworks

Scarlett Blossom x Winter-Rose Jones (Platonic)

Scarlett and Winter-Rose hear a unidentified bang that ends life as they know and kick starts there journey to discover the dark truth of Riverdale

#game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagines #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagines #13 reasons why #13 reasons why x reader #13 reasons why imagines #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagines #sons of anarchy x reader #reign #reign imagines #reign x reader #marvels inhumans #marvels inhumans x reader #marvels inhumans imagines #game of thrones #riverdale #riverdale x reader #riverdale imagines

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 25

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3,910

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist    Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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~~~~~~~ EARLY JULY 2010 ~~~~~~~~~ 

“So we’re really doing this?” Jax asked you as you walked down the road between Bobby’s house and yours to start figuring out what needed to be done to fix it up and wait for the new furniture to be delivered. It had been a month since Bobby had told Sharon he would take it and after clearing it out and filling out the necessary paperwork, she handed over the keys that morning. You smiled as the two of you swung Thomas forward between you.

“We’re doing it, baby. We are starting over.” He smiled at you as you pushed open the gate and  headed up your driveway. There was a giant red bow on the front door.

“Hell is that?” Ope asked behind you as everyone walked across the yard toward the porch.

“I mean… it looks like a red bow.” You sassed.

“I don’t know. I think it’s pink.” Lyla chimed in. You husbands groaned and Jax looked back at Opie.

“I think we made a mistake letting these two live together. I don’t know if the house can handle that much smart ass.” You whacked his arm as you all headed up the stairs. As you watched your feet around your growing bump, you noticed the wood steps you were standing on no longer looked weather worn; the porch looked brand new.

“Babe, look at this.” You glanced up as Jax pulled a note off the door. The four of you crowed around as you read.

The house looked like it needed a little work, I hope it is up to your standards. I had an alarm system installed for you and it is set. The panel is on the wall by the living room, code is Thomas’ birthday.

Welcome home, Teller-Winston family.

-C

“Crowley.” You smiled as you pulled the keys out of your pocket. Jax picked up his son as you unlocked the door with a deep breath. “Welcome home.” You pushed opened the door and gasped. The entry way looked the same but everything looked new. The tacky and stained carpet had been ripped out and replaced with hardwood floors. The walls were painted in the same blue as your house in Charming.

“Is this the same house?” Opie asked as Jax turned off the alarm.

“I think so.” Jax said as you turned toward the kitchen.

“He was listening.” You said as you walked in with a smile on your face. The kitchen had been redone. New brown cabinets lined the walls and complimented the pale, light green tile backsplash and granite countertops. You ran your fingers over the smooth surface and looked back at Jax, standing in the doorway. “This is ours.” He nodded with a smile as Lyla popped her head in the room.

“He must have listened to us as well. There’s a new fireplace in our room.” You smiled and followed her into her bedroom to look at the fire place as Ope walked in from another door. 

“He turned this room into an entire second master suite. Big bath tub, fireplace and a walk in closet.” Ope said.

“Wonder what he did up stairs then.” Jax said and the two of you headed toward the stairs.

“Well we already had a fireplace so who knows.” The wood stairs that previously creaked as you  ascended them no longer made noise and as you reached the top, you turned toward the door on your right.

“Ready?” Jax asked as he grabbed the handle of the door. You nodded and held your breath as he pushed it open. Without the curtains that were previously there, the room looked so much brighter and bigger. You noticed right away that the closet that used to be a foot deep was now a walk-in as well.

“Bigger closet.” You said as Jax went into the bathroom.

“Babe!” He called out happily as he stood in the doorway. “Two words. Jacuzzi bathtub.”

“Oh hell yes.” You said as you walked into your bathroom to look at the tub. “That will be amazing after a long day of work.”

“And a lot bigger for both of us for those times I join you.” He stood beside you and put his hand on the small of your back.

“Little miracles. Let’s go see what he did with Thomas’s room and the nursery.” He nodded as he gave you a chaste kiss. You took your son from him and smiled at the two year old. “Let’s go see your room, baby boy.” You said as you popped him on your hip. “See what Ree did for you.” You walked out of your room and to the other side of the stairs. You could see another red bow and a card on Thomas’ door. Jax grabbed the card and read it aloud.

“‘For my nephew; I hope he likes it.’ Wonder what ‘it’ is.” He said as he pushed open the door. “Oh, no shit.” He said as he walked into the room with you right behind him. Thomas’ room was the only one Crowley had gotten furniture for; the most prominent thing was a twin size bed in the shape of a motorcycle. Your son, scrambled to get out of your arms in a fit of squeals.

“This is incredible!” You said as you looked at the painted mural on the wall behind the bed. It was an open road with trees and grass on one side and a lake on the other and it made it appear that the bed was driving toward mountains in the distance.

“He painted the reaper from my bike.” Jax said as he looked at the detailed bed frame. You smiled as you looked around the rest of the room and you teared up.

“He saved my rocker from the house.” You said as you crossed the room and ran your fingers over the imperfection in the wood on the armrest you had traced so many times before. Thomas began ripping toys off the shelves and bringing them over to his new bed unable to decide what he was more excited about. You grabbed your phone and recorded a little video of his excitement. “Tommy, can you say thank you to Ree?” You said as you pointed at the camera. He crawled off the bed and ran over to the phone with a smile on his face.

“‘Ank oo Ree!” He leaned forward and kissed the camera before running back to his toys.

“I gotta go get Ope to see this…” Jax said as you sent the video to Crowley.

“Jax…” He turned back to you half out the door and you shook your head as you walked over to him. “Just… watch him.” Jax turned to look at his son as you grabbed your husband’s hand and pulled him back into the room to stand with you. The two of you stood in the doorway watching your son as he played with his new toys, laughing and talking to himself in only half sensical sentences due to his excitement. After a moment, Jax wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“We made that.” He said as your eyes filled up with tears. You nodded and leaned your head to rest on his.

“That’s our son.” Jax sighed and rubbed your baby bump before pulling away with a smile.

“Watcha got there, son?” He asked as he crossed the room and sat on the bed. Thomas handed his dad a toy car with a huge smile on his face.

“De!” You took a step forward to see what Jax was holding and you smiled at the tiny toy Impala in his hand.

“Good job, bud. That’s Uncle De’s car.” Jax said. You glanced at the rest of the toys on the bed and you kneeled down next to the bed.

“Look, he’s got all of us. My truck, Ope’s, Bobby’s…”

“He’s got the crew’s bikes.” Jax said as he picked two up. One of them matched the bed the boys were sitting on but the other was most definitely the spitting image of Chibs’.

“Hey, truck’s… holy shit. Lyla, come see this.” Ope said as he came into the room, followed by his wife a few seconds later.

“Crowley. He based the bed off my bike.” Jax told Ope as he looked at the bed and found the toy bike he was looking for. “The toys are based off our bikes and cars as well. Thomas found Dean’s Impala first.” Lyla bent down and picked up Opie’s truck off the bed.

“These would have to be the coolest kids toys I have ever seen.” You nodded in agreement as the sounds of voices in the entry way floated up stairs. Jax moved to stand up and you shook your head.

“Nope, play with your son. Movers are more likely to listen to a pregnant woman anyways.” Everyone laughed as Lyla helped you up off the floor. You turned to walk away and Jax grabbed your wrist gently. You turned to look at his teary blue eyes and he smiled.

“Thank you. I never thought…” You nodded as his voice fell off and leaned down to give him a chaste kiss.

“I know. Now, it’s your reality. This is your life.” You kissed his forehead and smiled at him before heading out of the room. You paused in the doorway to turn and watch the two men you loved more than anything in the world racing toy cars along the comforter that you now noticed had a fake play map on it. Your heart soared at the look of indescribable happiness of Jax’s face and with one last smile, you closed the door to let your boys have a little father-son time in peace.

~~~~~ MID-NOVEMBER 2010 ~~~~~~~ 

“Wally, for the sake of everything holy…” You grumbled as you laid the lore book you were reading against your stomach and leaned back against the arm of the couch. You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out an aggravated sigh as you held the house phone up to your ear. “It’s not a damn shapeshifter, it’s a ghoul. Just had another one there a month ago.”

“I don’t think so…” The hunter replied as your cell phone buzzed with a text on the coffee table next to you. You went to reach for it and scowled it was just a little bit our of your reach. You swiped your hand at it and rolled your eyes.

“Damnit Wally! Do I need to drag my pregnant ass down to Texas week before my due date to do this case for you?” Lyla giggled from the desk the two of you shared in Bobby’s living room and she got up to grab your phone for you.

“No! No, I hear you. So… umm… what kills it again?” You dropped your arm on the back of the couch and looked up at your friend as she handed you your cell phone.

“I swear the world would be lost if it weren’t for women.” You told her as you put the phone back to your ear. “Decapitation, Wally. Same as a vamp.” You mouthed ‘Thanks’ to Lyla as you glanced at your phone screen to see text from Sam. “Do I need to send someone down…?”

“No, I’m alright. Thanks (Y/N).” You hummed in response and hung up the phone with an annoyed growl.

“Men are fucking idiots. How many times did I tell him it was a damn ghoul?” You asked as you glanced over at Lyla and put the house phone down on the table.

“Six or seven. I just nod my head and agree with Ope when I know he’s wrong.” You laughed and looked down at your phone with a nod.

“Yea, you and me both.” You read the two word ‘call me’ text and hit send. Your brother picked up on the first ring. “What’s up?”

“Just got an alert on the RICO case. The list of charges and witness is in the federal database and I sent you a copy. (Y/N)… it’s not good.”

“Shit.” You grumbled as you forced yourself off the couch and walked over to the desk. “I’ll call you back, Sammy.”

“What’s wrong?” Lyla asked as you grabbed your laptop and sat down on your side of the wooden desk.

“Charges and witness list has been posted for the RICO case back home.” She jumped up out of her chair and came around to your side as you pulled up the email from Sam. “He said it’s not good.” The two of you watched as the encrypted copy of the charges loaded and name after name appeared on the screen. 50 years, 30 years, life, life, life… your stomach turned as more and more of your family was condemned to eternity in caged hell. Then the list of witnesses appeared. “Oh, Jesus.” You said as you read the first two names.

“He ratted? Clay ratted?” Lyla said as you spun the desk phone toward you and called down to the shop.

“Means he’s either in seg or WITSEC.” You said as the phone rang. You finished reading the list as Ope picked up the phone.

“Singer Salvage and Repair.” He growled as you scrolled back to the top of the witness list.

“It’s (Y/N). I need you and Jax to come up to the house.” You said as you looked at the two names once more and sat back in your chair. “And remind Jax that I’m pregnant and Tommy is napping because I think he may forget when he gets here.” You heard him mumble ‘shit’ as the line went dead and you hung up the phone.

“Did Gemma get picked up?” Lyla asked. You sat up and scrolled to the top to look.

“If she didn’t get picked up with RICO then she got picked up local. Crowley told me he pinned our murders on her flawlessly. Five counts of murder… she’s got no chance.” You picked up your phone and called Sam back quickly as you waited for the boys to make their way up. “Sam. You still by your computer?” 

“Yea… What did Jax say?”

“Nothing yet. He’s headed up from the shop. Listen, I need your hacker skills. I gotta find out what Clay and Juice flipped for and where they’re at now.” Sam stayed quiet for a moment and you sighed. “We’re not gunna kill him… yet. I just know Jax is gunna wanna know.”

“What am I gunna wanna know?” Your husband asked as he walked in the door, slightly shivering from the cold with a look of pure angry aggravation on his face. You held up your finger to hold him off for a second.

“Just… please, Sam? And look in to Gemma, too.” With a heavy sigh, Sam agreed and promised to call you with the information as soon as he got it. Jax stood next to the desk impatiently waiting as you hung up the phone. With a sigh you looked up at him. “Remember week before due date, yelling and screaming is not good for me…”

“Babe.” Jax said, his annoyance beyond obvious in his tone. You sat back with a sigh and turned your laptop so he could see it.

“Sam sent me a list of charges and witnesses from the federal database regarding the RICO case.” The two men practically jumped across the room to look through the list. You glanced up at Lyla as you tried to scoot your chair back knowing shit was about to hit the fan. Sure enough…

“Are you fucking serious!” Jax shouted as he stepped back from the laptop. “I expect this shit from Clay but Juice?!”

“Babe…” You warned as Jax grabbed your water bottle off the desk and threw it across the room. “Jackson! Pregnant! Napping child! Calm down!”

“What did they rat?” You shook your head at Ope and shrugged. Jax turned and paced toward the door as he ran his grease covered hands through his hair.

“Don’t know yet. Sam’s looking into it.”

“My guess, Juice was an informant. He was acting real shifty before we left; that makes sense now. And Clay ratted post to save his ass from life.” Jax stated as he walked back to look at the list again.

“So what do we do?” Opie asked as he stood back up and looked at Jax.

“Right now, we wait until we get info. Then they meet Mr. Mayhem.”

“Jax… we need to talk about that.” You tried. Jax shook his head as he looked up at you.

“No, we don’t.” Anger washed over you and you grabbed the edge of the desk and pulled yourself up right. You put your hand on your stomach and nodded.

“I say we do. I’m not saying he won’t get his but we aren’t doing this MC style. We have much better options at handling this over barging in to a WITSEC safe house to put a neon sign over our heads announcing the Teller’s and the Winston’s aren’t really dead. We have angels in out pocket and demons on our payroll so again, it will be talked about at the table.” Your cell phone buzzed on the desk with Sam’s call back. You answered it, put it on speaker and held it out in front of you. “Hey Sam, you got all of us.”

“Hey guys. So, Clay Morrow is just listed as an informant and is in Folsom state prison serving ten years in protective custody. Gemma Teller Morrow is in Valley State, five counts of first degree murder, consecutive life sentences. Juan Carlos Ortiz is listed as the original case informant and he’s in witness protection somewhere in Illinois but I won’t be the one looking into that one.”

“You were right.” Ope said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Alright, thanks Sam.”

“No problem. Hey, take me off speaker for a second.” You looked up at Jax as you took the phone off speaker and turned toward the front door.

“You got me.” You said as you stepped out onto the front porch and headed a little ways away from the house. Sam sighed and you could tell he was battling some internal demons.

“What is he gunna do, (Y/N)?” You took a deep breath and shook your head.

“No idea but I’m gunna talk to him. The beef Clay and Jax have with each other runs deep especially since Jax found out Clay killed his dad and then tried to have him killed. SAMCRO was all about an eye for an eye for stuff like that. This isn’t a situation that I have any sort of say over.”

“I’m just concerned that this will blow back on you. End of the day, you’re my sister. I don’t want you or my nephews involved in this.” You nodded as you rubbed your hand absentmindedly across your stomach and looked back up at the house.

“It won’t. That’s the only part I have a say over. I’m the only person that Jax will listen to on this to let his revenge happen where it doesn’t put a target on us. I already have in mind calling Crowley and letting him take the souls to do the dirty work.”

“Just… fuck. I really don’t like this.”

“I know, Sam. Hey, don’t tell Dean. He’ll drive up here and cause a scene… I’m too close to being due for all that right now.” Sam huffed.

“Yea, not a great way to bring a baby into the world.”

“Look, I promise I’ll talk to him.” You said as Jax appeared in the doorway.

“Alright. Be careful.” You nodded as you headed back to the house.

“Always. I’ll call you later. Oh! While I have you on the phone, there seems to be a ghoul problem in Texas near Odessa. Wally’s down there now but I just had Garth down there last month taking care of a different ghoul incident. Mind calling Cas and checking it out for me? Don’t need that shit getting out of hand.” Jax opened the screen door for you and moved off to the side to let you in as Sam groaned in your ear.

“Why would you send Wally?”

“I didn’t send Wally. He heard about it from someone and went to check it out himself. Thought it was a shape shifter.”

“Of course he did. Alright. Send me what you can and Dean and I’ll go clean it up. I’ll check in when we get down there.”

“Thank you. Send De my love.” You hung up the phone and tossed it on the coffee table as you lowered yourself onto the couch with Jax’s help. “Alright, I’m guessing family meeting?” You asked as Jax grabbed your desk chair and pulled it over with a nod.

“He’s gotta go, babe.” He said as Lyla sat down next to you and Opie pulled over another chair.

“I’m not saying he doesn’t. What I’m asking is that our hands don’t do the dirty work. We’ve got it good here. People don’t ask questions, we are off federal radar. But if we start knocking people off, we got feds poking around, they realize we aren’t really dead. Then it’s a domino effect. You and Ope go away for life, Gemma is released with a serious grudge. She already tried to kill Lyla and I once. If she got out to find out she was framed for our murders and we were alive the whole time? She’d come after us in a heartbeat. Our son’s would be put into the system…” You shook your head and leaned back against the couch. “We can’t have that, Jax.”

“So then how…?” Jax asked and you cocked your eyebrow.

“Juice is simple. Once the baby is born, I can head down to the bunker and use Sam’s laptop to hack into the WITSEC database to find him. Get Crowley to find a monster or two, right place, wrong time for Juice, let them take care of it. Clay and Gemma… death at the hands of a possessed guard is too quick and not painful for my liking for what they’ve done to us. Hell hounds; however, are efficient.” Jax looked at you for a moment, considering your suggestion before he looked over at Opie.

“We should have changed the rules and made her a patch. She’s crafty.” You rolled your eyes and glanced over at Lyla.

“World would be lost.” She said and you nodded.

“Why would the world be lost?” Opie asked. Lyla leaned forward and pat his cheek lovingly.

“Nothing baby.” You bit your cheek to hide your smile as you looked back to Jax expectantly.

“So, can we agree that they meet Mr. Mayhem at the hands of the supernatural? I’ll even have Crowley record the kills for you if you want.” Jax looked at you for a moment before glancing around at the rest of group.

“All in favor of Clay, Gemma and Juice meeting supernatural Mr. Mayhem?” All three of you said ‘aye’ and Jax nodded. “Aye.” He agreed as he picked up the house phone from the table and used it as a gavel to finalize the decision. “Let’s call the demon.”

Part 26

#Jax x Reader #Half Blood Whole Heart #SOA/SPN Crossover

[rebelwrites]

ROUND ONE

Iced Coffee - Antonio Dawson x Reader

How would Antonio react to the reader throwing him a drink on, accidentally?

We Knew - Angel and Ez Reyes x Reader

How the Reyes brothers would react to finding out their little sister was dating a son?

Ready To Kill - Happy Lowman x Reader

How would Happy react to someone flirting with reader?

Breathtaking- Harvey Specter x Reader

Harvey seeing you naked for the first time

Crushed - Jax Teller

How would Jax react to reader turning him down for Chibsy?

Badass Biker - Kevin Atwater x Reader

How would Kevin Atwater react to finding out y/n has a obsession with motorcycles?

You Know Where The Door Is - Opie Winston x Reader

HC about Opie dating Miguel’s sister

Tattoo Shop - Happy Lowman x Reader

How Happy met his girl?

#sons of anarchy #Chicago pd #mayans mc #antonio dawson x reader #Angel Reyes x reader #ez Reyes x reader #happy Lowman x reader #Jax teller x reader #Kevin Atwater x reader #Harvey specter x reader #suits #suits x reader #Opie Winston x reader