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juice-ortiz-soa · 8 days ago

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Friends?

Female reader x Jax Teller

Some language

A request for @secretlysamcro I feel like I went in a little bit of a different direction than what you wanted but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy!🫶🏻

There was a knock at your front door, you groaned not wanting any visitor’s. You had just put on your comfy pj’s for the night. Granted it was only 6pm on a Saturday, but you had earned a lazy night after going non-stop this week. You pulled your feet off the coffee table and reluctantly got up. You shuffled your way over to the door to see who would dare interrupt your only night of relaxation.

“Y/n, what the hell are you wearing.” Jax said pushing past you, headed straight for the fridge. “Oh yeah, hi Jax, come on in.” You say to yourself, closing the door. Secretly you loved that Jax felt comfortable enough to just come on in. You met him the kitchen, “What are you doing here?”

“Wanted to see what you were up to tonight. Clearly you’ve got a whole lot going on.” Jax grinned at you. “For your information, Jackson, I’ve got plenty going on.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. “Right. Anyways go get dressed. Club party, and I need ya there.” Jax said, finally popping the tab on his beer.

You and Jax had been friends for quite some time now. You had met him at the shop, after your car had broken down. It wasn’t going to get fixed before the next morning and he offered to give you a ride home. The conversation on the car ride over had been very natural. You two had gotten along right away. The next day, he dropped off your car and invited you to a club party. The two of you ended up sitting outside most of that night talking and getting to know one another. And from then on, you had been damn near inseparable. What he didn’t know though, was that you had started catching feelings for him. But that was something you would never admit. Sure the both of you could be flirty now and then but who wasn’t Jax flirty with? You were never the kind of girl he would end up with.

“Do I have too?” You groaned, really wanting to continue your lazy night. “Yes y/n, I’m not letting you sit home alone on a Saturday night.” Jax replied. If there’s one thing you knew about Jax, it was that he was not going to take no for an answer. “Fine, but I’m not wearing jeans.” You say turning towards the hall. “You know I love those black leggings you wear, sweetheart.” Jax called after you, with that classic damn grin he wears. “Shut up, Jackson!” You yelled back to him.

You put on those exact black leggings he was talking about though. In his defense, your ass did look great in them. You changed into an Aerosmith sweatshirt, and started to look at yourself in the mirror. A whistle caught you off guard. “Did you just catcall me?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Sure did. You ready to go?” Jax said, smiling at you. “Yeah, but can we take my car? You know how I feel about riding the bike.” You say, turning towards face him.

“Nope, tonight is a night of firsts y/n.” Jax replies, turning to walk out of your room. You let out another groan and follow him. It’s not that you disliked bikes, you actually always thought they were cool. And secretly, it did something to you every time you saw Jax on his. But riding one yourself, it made you nervous.

“There is no reason to be nervous y/n. It’s perfectly safe.” Jax said, handing you his helmet. You take it, but your feet are firmly planted on the ground. “Jax, I don’t distrust that it’s safe. It’s the other people on the road that make me nervous.” You sighed. Jax takes the helmet back out of your hands, putting it on your head for you. “I promise it will be fine. Club is only 3 miles away, besides you know I would never let anything bad happen to you.” “Fine but if anything-“ Jax cuts you off, “Nothing will happen, now get on please.”

You throw your leg over the seat, settling behind him. The closeness making you nervous too for some reason. You’d been this close to Jax before, you decide to chalk it up to it being your first ride. Jax’s touch makes you snap out of your thoughts. “Hold on, darlin’.” He says, taking your arms, wrapping them around his body. He starts the engine, and starts out of the driveway.

The ride over was surprisingly fun. The nervousness had left your body by the time you had reached the end of your road. Jax could feel it too. The way you had loosened your grip around his waist, and leaned into him. He had smiled to himself, liking the feeling of your body pressed against his.

He secretly, couldn’t get you out of his mind since the first time he had met you. The way you had walked into the shop, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He had walked up to Juice once you had finished talking him. Jax asked about you and what was wrong with your car. Juice had said he didn’t know yet but sure it wasn’t anything that would take to long to fix from the sound of it. Jax had asked Juice to deal with it the following day, and that’s when he walked up to you offering to take you home “because it was gonna take til the next day”. Of course he never let you know that. Jax had settled being friends with you because at least he’d have you around that way. He knew he was never someone you would ever go for.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” Jax said, cutting the engine off. You got off the bike, taking off the helmet, “No, I actually really enjoyed that.” Jax looked up at you and smiled, “So I can take you for rides for often then? Maybe a road trip sometime?” “Easy Teller, let’s start small.” You laugh.

As you got to the club door, Juice started clapping. “That’s something I’d never thought I’d see!” Juice said laughing. You turned to face him, “Oh, kiss my ass!” You said grinning at him. You turn back towards Jax and walk into the club together. Walking towards the couch in the back, you notice a few new faces.

“Who are the new guys here?” You question, sliding into the seat next to Jax. “A couple new prospects.” Jax replies, not offering anything more. Although you were used to Jax not giving you any more details than he had to, you still wished he would. It felt like sometimes he could be so nonchalant, something you weren’t fond of.

You looked back towards the room, meeting the eyes of one of the “new prospects”. He had curly blonde hair, and pretty blue eyes. Not as pretty as Jax’s but pretty non the less. He offered a smile towards you, you returning it. ‘He’s handsome’, you thought to yourself. ‘Maybe he could be somebody to you. Seeing as you had no chance with Jax anyways.’ You felt a bit of sadness at that last thought. Settling for being friends with Jax because you had no chance, something that hurt you more than you would ever let on. You were just a bit different than the ‘normal’ crowd of girls Jax had been with. You weren’t as thin, or pretty. You didn’t dress in clothes that left next to nothing to imagine. Although in the year you had known Jax, you hadn’t seen him with anyone else. Just girls that would come up to you, questioning if you and Jax were a thing because he had blown them off. You truthfully didn’t understand why he was blowing these girls off.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Jax cleared his throat. He had been watching you and the prospect. A bit of jealousy swelling in his chest. “Do you want a drink?” Jax asked. “Yeah sure, just a beer.” You smiled.

Jax got up and headed to the bar. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t make a move on you. He was usually a confident guy that could get whatever he wanted. Whoever he wanted. But then again, he wanted more than just nights with you. You weren’t the kind of girl that did one night stands. You were kind, helpful, funny, sweet, caring, great with his boys. Everything he wanted. Deep down he was just scared he wasn’t the kind of man you’d want. The things he’d done, although you didn’t know the full extent of them all, he had come to your house with blood on his hands more than once. But you never asked questions. You would just help him clean up and than watch tv together, laughing. You were the escape to the rest of his world.

Jax got to the bar and ordered the two beers. He turned around to look at you, but what he was met with wasn’t what he’d expect. The balls on the prospect were big, he’d give him that. But unfortunately for the prospect, he was stepping into a world of hurt for talking to you.

The rest of the guys knew you were off limits, hell everyone knew that. Everyone but you. Jax grabbed the beers, and headed back to where you were. “You need something?” Jax asked the prospect harshly, sitting back down next to you. “Jax don’t be rude, we were just talking.” You defended. The prospect stiffened, “No sir, I didn’t realize you and her were together. I thought-“ “You thought wrong.” Jax said sternly, not breaking eye contact with him. The prospect nodded, offered an apology and walked off.

You turned towards Jax, “What in the hell was that Jax? We aren’t together!” You said. Jax silently handed your beer, still not taking his eyes off the prospect. “Jax?” You questioned.

Suddenly, Jax stood up. He reached down grabbing your hand. “C’mon.” He said. He led you through the sea of drunken people, reaching the door, opening it. But he didn’t stop, he kept walking straight to his bike. “Get on.” He demanded. You could tell he was in no mood to talk about what just happened, as confused as it left you. You did what he said, sliding onto the back of his bike. You wrapped your arms around him, sinking your body onto his. The feeling of your weight calmed him. He let out a breath and started the bike.

Thoughts of how he was going to explain why he said what he said ran through his mind. Nothing seemed to be a good enough excuse. A bit angry with himself for letting on that he wanted you. But also happy he did it. Like a weight had lifted off his shoulders.

Thoughts of what the fuck just happened raced through your mind. Why was Jax so upset that you had been talking to the prospect? Why did he tell him that you were his? Jax didn’t want you, or that’s what you had thought for so long. Maybe he did? You pushed the last thought away. There was no way Jax wanted you. He probably had good reason for lying to the prospect.

Jax pulled into your driveway and got off the bike, you followed doing the same. Jax sighed rubbing his face, not sure what to say.

You broke the silence, “Well before you dragged me to the party, which we only stayed at for maybe an hour by the way, I was just gonna have a lazy couch night. Care to join?” Jax smiled at you nodding his head.

You walk in the front door turning towards Jax, “I’m gonna go put my comfy clothes back on, help yourself to the beer in the fridge, and go put something good on the tv.”

By the time you emerged from your room, Jax had a beer in his hand, feet kicked up, flipping through the channels. “Nothing good is really on.” He said looking up at you. “Maybe now would be a good time to talk about what happened back there then?” You ask, staring into his piercing blue eyes. He sighed, looking back at the tv, “I don’t know honestly. I saw the way you were looking at him before I went to the bar, and then when I saw him over there actually talking to you, I just… I don’t know.” “What’d you get jealous?” You smiled, teasing him a bit. He looked back up to you with a look you couldn’t quite pin, “Yeah I guess I did.” You exhaled and sat down next to him.

You were just teasing him, you didn’t expect him to say that he actually had gotten jealous. You felt an arm snake around your waist, pulling you closer. You looked over at him, “Jax, if you have something to say, just say it.” Jax looked into your eyes for a minute before laying it all out to you, “I want you, y/n. And I don’t mean just for tonight. I mean every night. I wanna get home and sleep with you, I wanna wake up next you every morning. You’re my escape. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since that day you first came to the shop. I settled for being friends because I didn’t think you’d ever go for me. But I’m tired of pretending.” Jax admitted.

You sit there stunned, not knowing what to say. “I- I never knew you felt that way.” “You know how I feel now, how do you feel, y/n?” Jax asked, slightly nervous of your answer. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I was always scared that you never would go for me.” You admitted.

Jax reached his hand up, caressing your face. He pulled you in for a a soft, tender kiss. He sat back, playing with your hair. “So I didn’t really lie to the prospect then. You’re mine now.” Jax says with a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

The words echo in your head as your cheeks heat up. You grin at him, pulling your legs up underneath you. He tucks you under his arm and kisses the top of your head.

You both turn towards the tv, enjoying the new found comfort in one another. “Oh and by the way Y/n, your car would’ve been fixed that same day you brought it in. I just needed an excuse to get to know you.” Jax finally admitted, with a grin. You let out a laugh, lightly hitting his chest, “You’re a hell of a schemer.”

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juice-ortiz-soa · 11 days ago

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What once was

Female reader x Jax Teller

Smut/ some explicit language

This was my first project in a very, very long time (like years😂). Please be kind🩷

“Oh come on y/n! You have to come with me, it’ll be lots of fun. I promise!” Your best friend Becca said. For the last week she had been trying to convince you to go to a party with her. At first you thought it might be fun, blow off a little steam from your recent breakup. But then she told you whose party she was talking about. “Absolutely not. I haven’t seen him in a month. No call, no text, no nothing. I don’t think I can handle seeing him.” You sighed, opening the fridge to grab a beer. “I know, I know. But maybe what he needs is to see you to realize his fuck up.” Becca replied standing up to grab the beer from your hands. She set it on the counter next to you. “I can straighten your hair and you know the way you did your makeup always drove him wild. You told me a hundred times yourself! Get all dressed up and make him realize what he’s missing out on.” She smirked at you, “You know word on the street is he won’t fuck any one after you. Whatever you were doing to him, it must’ve been close to heaven” You looked at her, flashbacks flooding back of those long nights with Jax. “I guess I could use a night out. Even if I do see him.”

After an hour of makeup, hair and picking out an outfit you were ready. “ I don’t know about this, Becca. I’m nervous to see him.” You said, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Oh please, one look at your ass in those tight jeans and he’ll come crawling back.” She countered, winking at you. “I need a beer before we go, to calm the nerves.” You said, standing up straight, walking toward the kitchen. “Yeah, but take it to go. I got a man of my own waiting for me there!” Becca yelled to you. You grabbed another beer out of the fridge, popping the tab and taking a nice big swig. “Who the hell are you seeing? Someone from the club or just a friend of theirs?” You questioned, walking back to the bathroom. She smirked at you, “You’ll never guess who. I ran into Jax’s friend, Opie, at that fundraiser Gemma through. We got to talking and well, one thing lead to another. I was scared to tell you because he’s so close to Jax and didn’t want to hurt you.” You leaned against the door frame, “ I wouldn’t be hurt by that. I’m happy for you. Opie is a really great guy.” “ I think so too. We’ve been hanging out for a couple weeks now. He seems to really like me.” She said, fixing her hair in the mirror. “Well come on then. Let’s get you to your man.” You smiled at her, turning towards the front door.

You took a deep breath as the car pulled into the lot, already filled with bikes. “Here.” Becca said handing you a joint she pulled from her purse. “In case you need a break or something.” “Thanks,” you smiled, grabbing it from her. “I just hope he’s okay with me showing up.” “Look I wasn’t going to tell you this because I swore I wasn’t but I think you need to hear it. Jax asked me to bring you here tonight. He wants to talk to you. I think he really misses you y/n. He hasn’t been himself. I don’t know what truly happened between you guys, but I don’t think breaking up was the answer. I think he knows that too.” Becca confessed. “W-what?” You say, looking at her. “Just trust me, okay? Everything will be okay. I promise.” She said smiling at you. Becca opened the door and turned to look at you. “Let’s go have some fun!” You take one more deep breath, processing what she just said. You opened the door and joined her.

The walk up to the door of the clubhouse felt like the longest walk of your life. Becca opened the door and the familiar smell hit you. Cigarettes mixed with weed and booze. Rock music played loudly throughout the whole club. “Come one, let’s go to the bar and get a drink.” Becca said grabbing your hand to lead you through the crowd. “Well I’ll be, if it isn’t y/n.” A familiar voice said you as you got to the bar. You turned to face her. “Hi Gemma.” You smiled sheepishly. “You’re a look for sore eyes. How ya doing sweetie?” Gemma asked. “I’ve been okay. Becca brought me to have some fun” you replied. “Good. You deserve some after what my son has put you through. He never did have any sense when it came to women. I’m glad you’re back around.” Gemma said, leaning to give you a hug. “Oh, uh, I don’t think I’m ’back around’. Just for tonight.” You say. Gemma grabbed her drink off the bar and looked at you, “You haven’t seen him yet have you?” You shook your head no. “Well before you decide to leave tonight, maybe just go catch up with him.” “I don’t know Gemma, I don’t think I’m really what he wants anymore.” You say turning towards the bar. “You think about it y/n. Now I’ve got some business to attend too. Find me if you need anything sweetheart.” Gemma said, turning to walk towards her husband. You turned back to Becca, “Let’s order our drinks.” “Will you order mine? I’ve gotta pee.” Becca asked. “Yeah but don’t leave me for too long, I’m nervous as is.” You replied. “Yeah yeah. You’ll be fine.” Becca said, walking away.

You ordered two beers and leaned up against the bar, waiting for them. You feel someone come up behind you. A scent you’re all to familiar with fills your nose and you freeze. “Y/n.” He says, voice hoarse, like he had been smoking too much. You turn, taking him in. Blue eyes, long blonde hair, the white shirt he wears beneath his kutte, tattoos, all of it. He looks just as handsome as you remember. “Hi Jax” you breathe out. “How, uh, how have you been?” He asks with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Something you’re not used to. He usually spoke with a sort of cockiness or confidence to you. “I’ve been… okay” you reply, with it sinking in that Jax is really in front of you. Close enough to touch, but you don’t dare. “You mind if we go outside for a little bit?” Jax asks with longing in his eyes. “Um, yeah I guess we can.” You say, looking down at the floor. Being this close to him has brought up feelings, feelings you thought you had pushed out just enough not to be affected by them. But you don’t want Jax to realize you’ve been missing him ever since that night he left. Jax nods and turns towards the door. You follow behind him, thoughts of what Becca and Gemma said to you not long ago.

The cold air hits your body. Goose bumps pepper your skin. Or maybe it was because of the fact you and Jax were alone for the first time in a month. He sits down at the table and you slide into the seat in front of him. He looks at you, his eyes glimmering from the telephone pole lights. You stare into his eyes. Thoughts of that night pour into your head. Confusion, hurt, anger, everything comes back up. You pull the joint Becca gave you out of your purse. “Got a light?” You ask. Jax silently pulls his lighter of his pocket, flicking it. You lean over the table and light the joint. You take a drag, looking over at all the bikes. “Thanks.” You say blowing out the smoke. “Y/n,” Jax finally speaks, “I owe you an apol-“ You cut him off “Don’t Jax. What happened, happened. You don’t owe me anything. You didn’t feel the same, it’s okay.” “That’s not true. I- I don’t know. I made a mistake. I fucked up.” Jax admitted. Words you’ve craved to hear for so long, but can’t quite believe them. “How can you say you made a mistake but didn’t even try to text, or call, or hell I don’t know, show back up?” You say, your voice cracking at the end. Tears come, but you won’t let him see you cry over him. “I wanted to, believe me, I wanted to like hell. But I didn’t think you’d want me too. I figured you hated me.” Jax said, reaching across the table taking the joint from you, fingertips grazing your hand. The slight touch made you shiver. You looked into his eyes, watching him take a hit. “I never hated you Jax.” You whispered. Just as Jax opened his mouth to speak, Becca walked out of the door. Opie following behind her. “Y/n, you okay to find a ride home? I’m gonna take off with Ope.” She said to you, smirking. “Yeah, I’ll make sure she gets home safe.” Jax says, looking at you. “Thanks, man.” Opie says, slapping Jax’s shoulder. The couple walk off and the two of you are left alone again. “She seems happy around him.” You say looking back over to Jax. He nods, putting out the joint in the ash tray. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He says, standing up. You stand up, following him to his bike. Jax silently hands you his helmet as he throws his leg over the bike. Putting on the helmet, you are suddenly nervous again. Getting on the bike you wrap your arms around his waist. The closeness making your heart skip a beat. He turns the engine on, and off you go.

The vibration of the bike courses through you. Had this been a month ago, he’d be taking home to take what was his. Gripping your thighs at every red light, kissing on your neck as you unlocked the door to the house. But this is now, and you no longer belonged to him. You felt your heart ache realizing that. You are no longer his. You blink away the tears swelling up.

He pulls into your driveway, cutting the engine. You step off the bike, taking off the helmet and handing it to him. You didn’t want him to leave yet. That much you knew. “Wanna come inside for a beer?” You asked, praying he would say yes. Jax looks at your front door with a look on his face you can’t quite read. “Yeah, I’d think that’d be nice.” He says, putting down the kickstand. You walk up to the house and unlock the door. You look at him before heading in. The both of you make your way to the kitchen, like you’d done a hundred times before. You open the fridge, taking out two beers, sliding one across the table. “So how did Becca convince you to come tonight?” Jax questions, opening his. “I don’t really know if I’m being honest. I wasn’t going to.” You reply. “I’m glad you did though. It’s nice seeing you again.” Jax says looking up at you. Your breath hitches a bit, you take a swig of your beer. “Look y/n, earlier when I said I fucked up, I meant it. I haven’t been the same since. It’s like I can’t focus.” Jax confesses. You look down unsure of what to say. Jax puts his beer down and walks around the table, stopping in front of you. “Y/n, please look at me.” Jax pleads. You look up and catch sadness in his eyes. “Jax I- I don’t know what you want me to say. I’ve missed you? Is that what you want to hear? Okay, I’ve missed you like hell. I love you? I still feel the same.” You say, not holding back the tears anymore. Jax reaches up to your cheek, wiping the tears with his thumb before fully resting his hand on your cheek. The other hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so sorry baby.” He whispers. You look deep into his eyes, sensing the genuineness behind his words. Jax leans down, lips brushing against yours, breathing the same air before finally crashing into a kiss.

It’s a desperate, longing, passionate kiss. He stops to look at you, partly still scared you didn’t mean those words you had just said. Full of confusion, lust, and desperateness, you grab the back of his head pulling him for another kiss. The kisses become sloppy and full of hunger. He lifts you onto the counter, hand pulling at your hair and the other roaming around your body. The spark that had laid dormant for so long had come back into a full fledged fire. Heat spreading across your body. “Take me to the bedroom Jax.” You say breathless. Without a word he carried you to the room you had once shared. He lays you down on the edge of the bed. He stands up straight, and takes off his kutte. Followed by his white t-shirt. He kneels down, unbuttoning your jeans. He slides them off, taking his time. Kissing the top your thighs, a familiar throb rushes down to your pussy. He stands up again, taking off his own jeans. Leaving him in only his boxers, but it’s not enough to hide his now very erect cock. He stands you up, taking off your shirt. You stand there in the black lacy bra and panty set he had always loved. You didn’t think he’d actually see you in it tonight, but thankful now you had put it on anyways. Pure lust had taken over his eyes now, a hunger. “On the bed.” He demands. You follow as instructed, getting on the bed laying down with your legs parted just enough. He crawls on the bed after you, parting your legs enough for him to settle between. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby.” He growls in your ear before, slamming another kiss onto you, hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. The throws it to the side before moving his mouth down. You arch your back as his tongue swirls around your harden nipple and let a moan slip. He grins at the sound he had missed for so long. His hand finds its way down your now soaking panties. “You’re so wet from just a little kissing?” He teases in that cocky tone you had grown so fond of. He rubs the fabric in a painfully slow manner before you decide enough is enough. “Take ‘em off Jax” you beg. “There you go baby, tell me want you want. Use those words.” He says, grinning up at you. He hooks his fingers on the side of your panties, ripping them off. “Let me look at you baby.” He says spreading your knees. Your wetness glistening from the light coming from the bathroom. “Mmm, so wet for me huh?” He says moving to kiss the inside of your thighs. Your breathing becomes deeper the closer he gets. He stops right before he gets to where you need him the most. “You sure you want this?” He questions. “Please, more than anything in the world.” You moan back. With that, he dives into your cunt.

His tongue moves against your clit making you shutter with nothing but pleasure. He laps you up, taking in the taste of you. You feel his stubble on your thighs, his fingers going in and out of you, him sucking your clit. It becomes to much, you can feel your climax building. Your moans become louder, and he reaches up to grab your hand. “That’s its baby. Cum for daddy, I wanna taste it again.” With the simple command, you let yourself come undone. Jax making sure he licks up every last drop of you. Without anytime to recover from what just happened, he takes off his boxers and settles between you again. “I’ve missed you so much, y/n.” He whispers in your ear, pushing into you. The feeling of being stretched around him and the weight of him on top of you is almost enough to come undone again. He starts out slow, thrusting in and out of you, teasing you at times with just the tip until he slides it fully back in. “J-Jax” you moan out, nails digging into his back desperately, like you might loose him after this. “I’m right here baby, I ain’t leaving you again. I promise.” He says, grabbing your hand again, moving it above your head. He speeds up his pace, not having you in so long is making him close. “I love you Jax.” You breathe out, making him quicken his pace even more. “I’m so close” you moan out, walls tightening around Jax’s cock. “Cum for me baby, I wanna feel it.” You let yourself come undone again, Jax leans down and kisses you through it. Jax can feel himself coming undone too, his thrusts becoming sloppy. He spills his seed inside of you, “I love you so fucking much y/n.” He whispers as he collapsed on top of you.

The two of you just lay there, his dick still buried in you. You softly rub his back, slowly coming down off your high. “I meant it y/n. I’m not leaving you again. I was an idiot. I can’t live without you.” Jax says planting a kiss on your cheek. He slides himself out of you and rolls to your side. His arm snaking around your waist, pulling you closer. For some reason a bit of sadness creeps into you, remembering the night he left. “Why’d you leave?” You whispered. Jax inhales deeply, “I didn’t want to drag you into all of this shit. This way of living. I loved you so much, I didn’t want to hurt you.” “But you did hurt me Jax. The night you left me. It hurt so fucking bad.” You said. “I know baby. I’m sorry. I regretted it the moment those words left my mouth. But I couldn’t take it back. And then Becca started coming around more for Ope, and every time I saw her, I thought of you. She would talk about you all the time, and I realized just how stupid of a decision I had made. I would get drunk all the time and mom started worrying. She came to me one night and told me what she thought and that’s when I laid it all out to her. She told me that it wasn’t up to me to choose your life. And if you had chosen me, that was your choice. She told me to talk to Becca. I waited a week and then asked her to bring you here one night. She told me that you weren’t dealing with it the best and I felt like shit.” Jax finished. You laid there for a minute soaking it all in. “I’m glad she convinced me to go tonight.” You finally said. “If you hadn’t I was going to show up here tonight anyhow. I couldn’t take it anymore. I’ve missed you so much.” Jax said, moving your face to look at him. “This will never happen again y/n. I swear.” “Promise?” You asked. “I promise baby.” Jax whispered, moving to kiss you.

The two of you lay there, holding onto one another. Silently thanking God for allowing each other to come together again. Jax fell asleep, tucked up beside you. You laid there awake thinking things over. Not sure how to take anything. Only knowing that you loved him. And making a mental note to call Becca the next day to thank her for dragging you to that party.

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